Hello everyone! Another attempt at comedy! The guys are playing a game called Quelf, which is very real.

I played Quelf with my family over the holidays and I knew I wanted to make the guys play it. It's too much fun! If anyone has played this game, please share your Quelf memories in the reviews, I love this game too much!

"You got the pizza?" April grinned, her arms were loaded with various types of soda, and snacks.

Casey grunted, picking up the stack of boxes, face disappearing from view, "Why'd we need to get this many pizzas?" He groused, "I know the guys like pizza and all, but this is serious overkill!"

The redhead laughed, nudging the door of her car shut with a hip, then turning towards the garage holding the secret entrance to the lair, "They were having a special $1 per pizza promotion. Plus, you know I can't resist spoiling them when I get the chance."

Casey nodded, understanding softening his frown, "Yeah, ya sure do." The man sighed before shooting a smile at his wife, "An' they deserve it, too."

The couple shared a small moment of gratitude for the odd family they could call their own, before making their way through the complicated system Donnie set up as their front line of defense. After the last attack on the lair, the genius had gone all out ensuring that no one could find them ever again. The only people aware of the immediate street level entrance were April, and Casey, anyone else was brought in through a back door that had many confusing twists and turns. To some it might seem paranoid, but the humans knew that the paranoia was well warranted. It also seemed to be working, as this lair had been undiscovered by their enemies for over a year.

Leonardo often said in an almost prayerful tone that he hoped it stayed that way.

Riding the industrial elevator down to the sewer, the couple were quick to access the hidden door leading into the lair. Both faces wreathed in excited grins for their surprise, they entered the humble home, but suddenly found themselves greeted not by enthusiastic shouts, but by bellows of laughter. Bemused and curious, April and Casey tiptoed towards the kitchen where the noise was originating, and soon found themselves struggling to stifle their own giggles at the scene they found.

The turtles and Splinter were seated at the dining table, a board game scattered across the wooden top. Various hands of cards were held, and discarded while the pieces were placed on different squares across the board. Leonardo was doubled over in his seat, twisted sideways so he could bend over with his head practically between his knees. Tears streamed down his face as he gave breathless cackles, his shoulders quivering with the effort it took not to melt onto the floor with the force of his laughter. His brothers weren't far behind.

Splinter sat in regal estate at the head of the table, his seemingly stoic nature betrayed by the trembling of his whiskers as he too fought uproarious laughter. Donnie was collapsed against Raphael, the two of them snorting and giggling, while Mikey wrapped a…roll of toilet paper around his head? The orange turtle in question was failing miserably at his endeavor though, as he was laughing so hard the toilet paper clung to the tears squeaking between clenched eyes. Every so often, the toned arms would drop, followed by the toilet papered head, shoulders shaking with repressed guffaws.

"Will you guys stop laughin'!" Michelangelo squawked, "I'm trying to concentrate here!"

Leo shook his head, one foot stomping the ground as if he were tapping out from a wrestling match, "I ca-I can't sto-op!" He giggled, "I'm trying, Mike, but…BAHAHAHA!"

"Ok, I'm done!"

The group paused, turning to look at the orange ninja as he sported his mummified face, silence reigned for less than a second before the kitchen once again exploded into laughter. Donnie flapped a hand, trying to regain control and quiet the table at the same time, but Raph sliding down into his seat, effectively taking the scientist with him, ruined the effort. Gripping the table, Donatello struggled to pull himself back up into a sitting position, but resembled more of a drowning man trying to grasp a piece of floating debris. Huffing for air in between guffaws, the scientist, gasped;

"Ok, ok," Don snorted, fighting the fit of giggles crawling up his throat, "I need t-to roll,"

Grabbing the dice, the turtle flung them across the board, the table growing quiet as the family watched to see what number Donnie would get. As the dice came to a standstill, the purple ninja leaned forward to read his roll, but was interrupted by the deep voice of his father.

"Welcome to the dark side."

Raphael had officially collapsed onto the floor from his chair. Somehow, the large turtle had slid bonelessly under the table, and sat on his knees, large hands cradling his sides as his gravely baritone, hoarse with wheezing gasps, rang out in the kitchen. Mikey's shoulders shook, his face obscured by the toilet paper, but he must have been laughing pretty hard, as the tissue clung ever more to damp areas of the youngest's cheeks. Leo wasn't far behind Raphael, his head rested on the table top, one hand holding onto the wood with a death grip, face wet as he cried with laughter.

April couldn't stay quiet any longer, she was intrigued but also dearly wanted in on the fun, "What are you doing?"

The mutant family stopped laughing for a moment, and looked up to see the humans. Smiling happily at the surprise, Leonardo stood up, swiping the tears out of his eyes, voice thick with repressed mirth, "April! Casey! You couldn't have come at a better time!"

"I can see that," the redhead chuckled, "what are you playing?"

"We're playing Quelf," Donnie supplied.

"Raph, get two more chairs, they gotta play!" Mikey bellowed, pointing in a vague direction towards where he assumed extra chairs would be, as his face was still covered in toilet paper.

The red ninja was quick to comply, dragging two more chairs over, and gesturing for their friends to sit down.

After all were seated, Donatello explained the rules of the game, "Its pretty simple," the genius grinned, "you roll the dice, and move your piece. Whatever color you land on, is the card you draw. Some are action cards, some are quiz questions. If you complete the card, you get to stay in your spot, if you cannot complete the directions, then you pay a penalty by going back so many spaces."

"Dad drew an action card," Mikey filled in, his disembodied voice drifting between the folds of toilet paper wrapped around his head, "he has to say welcome to the dark side every time someone rolls the dice. He can't stop until he draws a new action card, if he forgets and someone calls him out on it, he has to go back three spaces."

Raphael snickered in his chair, "An' Mikey drew a Showbiz card, he had ta mummify himself with toilet paper. I gotta say, it's definitely an improvement, if ya know what I mean?"

Mikey gave an indignant squawk as April and Casey laughed, eagerly choosing their pieces and placing them at the starting line. Donnie drew a card, his eyes roving the front before giving a chuckle, "Well, this one is way too easy!"

"What's it say, Don?" Raph leaned forward, liquid gold eyes practically glowing in excitement.

"All opponents must guess what type of underwear the player is wearing. The choices are as follows, boxers, briefs, panties, thong, or nothing."

The table burst into snorted giggles, making the genius turtle have to pause so he did not lose his own composure, "Once everyone has g-guessed," Don choked on his laughter, continuing to read after he cleared his throat, "the player must announce their underwear preference and prove it. Failure to complete will result in a penalty of going back two spaces."

"Donnie," Mikey turned his toilet papered head in his genius brother's general direction, "I think we all know that you go around in the buff."

"Nothing," Leo nodded, adding his 'guess' to the game, rubbing aching ribs.

"Nothing," Raphael chuckled, quickly followed by the rest of the table.

Donatello grinned, pumping both arms up into the air as he stood with a triumphant shout, "I'm wearing no underwear!"

April's face was as red a her hair as she cackled, face buried in Casey's shoulder. Her husband wasn't much of a support though, he too was wilting with laughter. Master Splinter had one elbow propped on the table, his furry muzzle buried into his hand as the kimono clad shoulders shook. Raphael coughed, his guffaws catching in his throat before grasping the dice. "Ok, my turn,"

The red ninja threw the dice, watching them roll, body tense as the amber gaze watched his father from his peripheral. Splinter slowly drew himself back up, the fur around his eyes moist with mirth, and the rat looked right at Raphael as he said in a deadpan voice. "Welcome to the dark side."

Raph melted again, crying with laughter as his upper body splayed across the table, one hand tapping out as the force of his guffaws shook the table. The old rat released a long, deep belly laugh that April had never heard before. It was infectious. It's resonance holding the pure feeling of familial joy. The family couldn't help but follow along, the kitchen ringing with gasped guffaws. Straightening back up, Raphael moved his piece, and drew a card. Landing on a Stuntz color, the red ninja drew a card and read the instructions.

Standing up from the table, the teen turtle began to march in place. The family watched with bemused eyes. Putting a hand up to his lips, as if to imitate a bullhorn, Raphael announced in a loud voice.

"Attention, attention people! I am a sleep walker! And I will not stop until I find my swimming goggles!"

The red turtle stopped, choking up until a wave of guffaws had the turtle practically convulsing with laughter. His knees went weak, and the teen sank to the floor, one arm wrapped around his aching stomach as he laughed. Gasping for air, Raphael stumbled back to his feet, moving his legs in a pathetic attempt at the march he had been performing earlier. "Hey you!" He cackled, "I smell a partridge, long will I seek the keeper of fluffy delight until it is mine!"

Raph collapsed back into his chair, head flung back as he wheezed. Donatello reached over to read his brother's card, shaking his head in amusement, "It actually says all that!" He announced, showing the card to the table, "but you weren't supposed to laugh, Raphie, you gotta take the penalty."

The table busted up again, and as Splinter reached for the dice, Mikey made things even worse by tearing a piece of toilet paper off his head and presenting it to the air, "Anybody need a tissue?"

"I-I'm gonna need a lot m-more than that," Leonardo giggled, face flushed and eyes bright with mirth, "if this game makes me keep l-laughin' like this!"

"Oh God," Raphael practically wept, one hand covering his face, chuckles slipping between his fingers, "I-I'm gonna p-pee my shell!"

"Then it's a good thing we don't wear underwear!" Don squeaked, sending the table back into another round of laughter.

"Welcome to the dark side."

Leonardo's head sunk to the table, tears splattering the wood as he giggled. Master Splinter moved his piece, cobalt eyes gleaming as he watched his family enjoy their game night. Drawing a card, the rat read the instructions quietly, then gave a sage nod. "Easy enough."

"What do you have to do?" Toilet paper rustled as Mikey turned towards their father.

"Same as I have been doing," Splinter replied, "but with a different sound effect."

"Oh no-o," Leo gasped, lifting a moist face from the table, "I'm going to regret rolling, aren't I?"

Splinter merely shrugged, whiskers trembling with restrained amusement. The blue turtle reached for the dice, trying to keep a neutral expression, but failing miserably. Throwing the dice, all eyes were on Splinter as he softly cleared his throat. The rat then gave the most realistic impression of a flushing toilet that the group had ever heard. Complete with gurgling noises. At this point Leonardo had fallen from his chair, frame shaking and a fist weakly rapping the floor of the kitchen, snorted cackles ringing from under the table.

"I ca-I ca-I ca-an't brea-hee-hee-the!"

"Leo!" Michelangelo squeaked, one hand groping the air as he searched in his toilet paper induced fog for his fallen sibling, "Come back, bro! Don't go into the light!"

Leo pushed himself off the floor, arms shaking with effort, and grasped Mikey's hand. Allowing the youngest to pull him back onto his chair, with all the gravitas of rescuing a drowning man, the blue turtle then moved his piece. Snickers crawling up the back of the turtle's throat, Leo drew his card. Reading over it, the young leader groaned, and slapped the card down on the table as he slowly stood. Don snatched the card, brown eyes bouncing back and forth as he read, before the genius burst into gleeful giggles, "Good luck completing this one, Leo!"

"What's he gotta do?" Raphael leaned over to read the card, then he too began snickering.

Leaning over the table, Leo snatched the card back, "I have to sing what's on the card in my best country love song voice," he sighed, though his eyes still sparkled from the laughter the game had inspired, "WITHOUT laughing."

"Yeah, good luck," Raph nodded, waving a hand in a silent gesture for his leader to continue his turn.

Leo wilted, not wanting the humiliation of the card, but having too much fun to stop. Pulling in a deep breath, and not missing Donatello unashamedly setting up his shell cell to record the event, began singing, "I've been waitin' fer you to call,"

The room exploded.

Leo clutched his mouth with both hands, straining not to laugh. A snort echoed in his nose, even as leaf green shoulders shuddered. Regaining a measure of composure, the young leader continued to sing, his voice choked with repressed giggles, "I've been dreamin' you'd remember me, the way I looked, before that nasty fall…"

The blue ninja couldn't continue, his singing voice merely a breathless wheeze, as silent guffaws shook the muscled frame. Pulling in another breath to try to finish the words to the song on the card, "I-I been dreamin' of yo-your face, the lo-love we had, now we're apa-art…"

Mikey, Raph and Donnie were melted, green puddles of laughter, sprawled across the table. Donatello was barely able to hold onto his phone, his head collapsed on Raphael's shoulder. Michelangelo snorted and giggled, making the toilet appear around his face suck in and blow out with every breath. Seeing the state of his brothers, Leo couldn't hold it in any longer. With all the grace of a fainting elephant, the leader of the ninjas fell back onto the floor, bellowing with laughter. The turtle cackled until he was out of breath and red from oxygen deprivation.

"I-I gotta take the p-penalty," the blue ninja gasped, "I t-totally failed!"

"I need a break," Donnie giggled, weakly lifting a hand as if he were waving a white flag, "if we keep playing, I'm gonna have a heart attack!"

"How about we eat some pizza?" April suggested, rubbing sore ribs, "We can finish after?"

Nods of agreement encouraged the woman to stand and reach for the cabinet where the turtles kept their plates. Glancing down, April chuckled as leo still lay on the floor, frame shaking with giggles. Nudging the turtle with her foot, the human wrinkled her nose playfully at her adoptive little brother. Leo responded by sticking his tongue out at her, a mischievous grin wreathing his features. Shaking her head, the woman set the table, as Leonardo picked himself up off the floor and sat back down at his spot. Turning to his side, the young leader assisted his baby brother with removing the toilet paper, Raph and Donnie chuckling as the youngest's face was slowly revealed. Splinter gave a small chuckle, smiling tenderly at his sons, love shining from the cobalt eyes.

Soon the room was full of the rambunctious shouting that often accompanied teenagers, pizza boxes were passed around, and stories were being swapped. April looked at the beaming faces of her odd family, contentment warming her heart like a miniature sun, making the human breathe a prayer of gratitude. She knew that with the lives they lived, her boys would always be in danger, or facing some insurmountable injustice in the defense of innocent lives. Sacrificing their own innocence in return. However, it was nights like this that gave her hope. That even with all the darkness and tragedy surrounding them, her boys would never lose the ability to laugh, and face every morning with a smile.

I know…super short…but I hope it brought a smile to your face!