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The Prank Call

"Are you finished?" An excited Mikey bounced up and down his chair, watching Don put back the cover on his phone, screwing the tiny bolts tightly shut. "Yes, it's done," Don said as he looked up, just in time to see Mike try to snatch the phone from him. He quickly put his arm out so his little brother couldn't reach it. "But…" Don started firmly. "You really need to be careful with your phone next time. It's the second time this month I fixed it and next time I -"

"Alright, alright! I promise," Mike cut in happily and he reached further, but with no avail. Don chuckled a bit. "Fine. Now we only need to test it." He turned around the phone and put it on using a little button on the top.

"Test it? But it's working." Mike pointed to the lit-up screen as he sat back down on his chair.

"Well, it turns on. Now we need to know if it's transmitting." Don saw the confused glaze of his brother. "We need to know if you can call someone, or receive calls," he explained. Mike smiled. "Alrighty then! Who should we -" Suddenly his smile turned into an excited grin. "We should totally prank call someone!"

Don frowned. "Prank call? Are you serious?" He looked from Mikey to the phone in his hand, the once lit-up screen dimmed again.

"Totally, bro! But who should we call?" Mike put his hand on his chin and put up his thinking face, while Don shook his head with a laugh. When he looked back at his little brother, he met the most perfect puppy dog eyes ever. A second later Don was sold. "Fine, I'm in," he stated and he pushed some buttons on the phone causing the contact list to pop up.

"Awesome! I knew I could count on you!" Mikey called out excited and he looked over Don's shoulder to see the screen of the phone. Don started to scroll down the list. "Angel?" he asked.

Mikey shook his head. "She's having a date with this guy she really likes."

"April?"

"Nah, she's scary during this time of the month."

"Casey?"

"Too easy."

Don scrolled further, skipping his own name. "Leatherhead?"

"Too naive."

"Leo?"

"He's training, so he has no phone."

"Nobody?"

"The guy is a friggin' detective!"

"Raph?"

"I wanna live after this."

"Silver Sentry?"

"It's Thursday right? It's his bowling night."

"Splinter?"

"I don't think he knows how to pick up a phone."

"Turtle Titan?" Don deadpanned as he read the last name. Mike shrugged and grinned playfully. "Hey, he's a cool guy. Funny thing though… He has the same phone number as I do." He laughed while Don shook his head again. A few seconds later he sighed. "Well, that's it. There are no more contacts."

"Aw, man," whined Mikey and he crossed his arms. "I need more friends."

"And less enemies," Don finished his sentence absentmindedly as he scrolled back to the beginning of the contact list. At that moment Mikey jumped up. "That's it!"

Don looked at him surprised. "What do you mean?"

"We're gonna prank call a bad guy!" A mischievous smile crossed Mikey's face. Immediately Don shook his head. "Nu-uh. No way. We're not going to do that, Mike."

"Oh, come on, Donnie! It would be the perfect prank! Even Leo would love this!"

"No, Leo would find this way too dangerous," Don rejected and he put the phone with the screen down on his desk. Mikey snatched it. "What's so dangerous about it? You're the most genius guy I know and you probably secured this phone as it was the most precious thing in the universe." He looked at his older brother expectantly. Don shrugged a bit. "Well, yeah…"

"So, it's totally secured, it's untrackable and freaking works with an undetected personal network you set up. Even if the enemy will find out we are prank calling them, they can never find us or track us down. So whatever we do, there's no harm done."

"But…" Don began, but couldn't come up with a counter argument. Mikey smiled satisfied and shifted in his chair. "Now, who we're gonna call?"

"Do you actually have any phone numbers of our enemies?" Don asked with a frown. He expected Mike would relinquish the idea because he didn't have any numbers, which would be a good thing, because Don didn't like the idea at all. Instead Mike got a knowing smile on his face. "I know for a fact you've got a list with blocked numbers and stuff you keep up-to-date. I bet there's a number on there we could use."

Don stared at him blankly. "Why do you know so much stuff you shouldn't know," he groaned. "And why am I not surprised by this."

Mike just smiled proudly. "It's my special talent." He lifted up some things and rummaged through random documents. "So, where's that list?"

Don grabbed Mike's wrist to stop him from making a further mess. "You won't leave me alone unless you got a number, right?"

"You know me too well, bro."

Don sighed. "Fine, you win," he said as he let his brother go. He rolled his chair to one of the cabinets and opened a drawer, pulling out some papers.

"You've got Bishop's number?" Mikey asked, looking over Don's shoulder to see what he had in his hands. Don turned around. "We're not going to call the crazy government agent with the equipment to track us."

"But -" Mikey started, but Don was persistent. "No!"

"Fine," the youngest gave in. "How about Hun? He's less dangerous."

Don thought of that for a moment. "That is an option," he said slowly, still not really liking the idea.

"Aw, come on, Don! What could possibly go wrong?" Mikey said, putting an arm around Don's shoulders. Don glared at him from the corners of his eyes. "There's a lot that could go wrong, like -"

"Don't worry! Whatever's the case, I'll take the blame. Or I find a way to let Raph take it," Mikey cut in. He removed his arm and tried to reach out to the papers in Don's hand, but again Don was too quick. "It's not a matter who gets blamed for this, it's just…" He bit his lip before continuing. "We could cause a lot of problems with this."

"And we'll deal with them when they show up. Now let's test that phone and have a little fun," Mikey said cheerful and he grabbed the phone from the desk where Don had put it earlier to look for the papers. He flipped it open and looked expectantly in Don's direction. Don sighed and put down the papers. "Alright. First dial *67 to put an extra security on it. Then enter this phonenumber." He pointed to a number on the list. Eagerly Mikey started tapping the buttons and immediately pushed the call-button. Don noticed. "Wait! Do you know what you're gonna say? Do you have a plan? You should -"

Mikey put his hand up as he laid the phone on the desk, the speaker-icon blinking. "I've got this, bro," he said in an almost-whisper. For a moment it was quiet, the only sound was the beeping from the phone. Suddenly there was an interruption, and the phone was picked up.

"What?" the very recognisable voice of Hun filled the lab. Mikey cleared his throat softly. "Hun, we're in trouble," he said in a deep voice.

"Who's this?" Hun asked suspicious. The youngest turtle gave Don a smirk. "It's me. Listen, we have a problem."

A moment it was was quiet. "What problem?" Hun said in a softer voice.

"They're on to us, man. They know," Mikey said in a fake distressed tone, trying to mask his smirk. Even Don seemed to see the fun part of this.

"What are you talking about? Who knows what?" The gang leader asked with slight worry. Picking it up quickly, Mikey continued. "We need to change plans, otherwise we're screwed."

They heard a grunt on the other end of the phone. "I still don't know what plan you're talking about. Identify yourself, or heads will roll!"

"Don't play dumb with me, Hun! It was your plan all along!" Mikey said in a threatening tone. Giving a played weary sigh, he carried on. "Listen, we've gotta fix this and I've got an idea how to."

They heard the hesitation in the little sounds Hun made. Mikey latched on to it. "Tonight at ten there will be a black van at warehouse 217 at the docks. There we'll continue. Put on a purple shirt and bring a gallon of orange soda."

"Tonight? But -"

"Be there or we're done!" Mikey interrupted sharply and he ended the call. Both brothers looked at the phone to make sure the call was really ended. With a heavy sigh to calm his nerves Don confirmed it and he grabbed the phone off the desk, shutting it. Suddenly both of them started to laugh.

"Jeez, Mike! That was brilliant!" Don exclaimed with his smile still on his face. "Seriously… A purple shirt and orange soda?"

"Heh, I had to make it a little more personal," Mike said with an innocent grin, making a spin with his desk chair. "What do you think. He's really going to the docks?"

"That would be hilarious," Don said as he leaned back in his chair. At the same time they looked at each other.

"We're gonna check it out!" Mikey said what they were both thinking. With a smirk Don nodded. "Oh yeah. But we're only watching, nothing else."

"Don't worry. I'm in for a laugh, not a fight," Mikey assured him. He spun around again. Don sniggered. "Well, at least we know your phone is working again."

"Oh yeah! Thanks, Don!" Mikey said happily as he grabbed the phone and examined it. "Sweet, the camera still works."

Don gave a smile. "Of course it does. But next time don't drop it from the roof."

"Promise!" Mikey stood up from his chair and walked away. Right before he walked through the door, he turned around. "Wanna bug the shell out of Raph?"

The oldest of the two snorted. "No thanks. That's more your thing to do."

"Suit yourself," Mike answered, not taking it personal and he walked out, entering the living room. Suddenly Don realised something. "Mike! I'm not going to pull your phone out of your shell again. So no shellfies!" Don called after his little brother, although he knew his warnings would fall on deaf ears. Giving an amused sigh, he smiled, glad that he had a little brother who knew how to shake things up a bit. Although he was a little bit drastic sometimes, Don wouldn't change him for the world.

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