Summary: Childhood pranks aren't limited to humans. Turtle-tots dabble in the fun. (One-Shot.)
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"Mikey? Mike. Michelangelo? Mikeeyyyyyy!"
Michelangelo could compete with the best of them where heavy-sleeping was concerned, but even he could not ignore the insistent whining of his name.
"Mmm," he snorted, barely acknowledging the voice.
"Mikey?"
A hand on the sleeping nine-year-old's shoulder shook him.
"Stobit," Michelangelo grunted nasally, cracking open his eyes.
"I can't sleep."
Mikey stared at the blurry face leaning over him for a moment, too exhausted to focus properly. He closed his eyes again, only to be shaken for a second time. "Stop it," he said more clearly this time. With an annoyed groan, he stared upwards. His eldest brother hovered over his bed. "Leo? Whadda' want…?"
The children's beds were set up in a bunked fashion. Michelangelo and Leonardo shared the one on the far side of the lair, Raphael and Donatello had their own in another room, while their sensei's sanctuary was situated between them. It made sense that Mike would be the one Leonardo woke up. Sensible, but not convenient.
"I can't sleep," Leo repeated. "Nightmare," he explained, a hint of shame in his voice.
Mikey propped himself up on his elbow, scrutinizing his brother. The bravest one of the four, standing over his bed, complaining of nightmares. "You had hot wings for dinner," he said slowly.
Leo blinked. "Yeah. And you had cold pizza. Donny and Raph had chicken fingers. So what?"
"They say you're not suppose to eat spicy food before bed," Mikey explained. The mattress squealed with age as Leo took a seat by his brother's feet.
"Who's they?"
"They. Ya' know, dude, them," he replied, exasperated, as though everyone should have been familiar with the They's, Them's, and Those's.
"Oh, right, them," Leo agreed sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Let's do something!" Mikey exclaimed suddenly, throwing off his covers. The sheets flew upwards, and over Leo.
"Likewha?" Leo slurred as he pulled the sheet off of his head.
"Get a glass of warm water," he instructed, jumping out of bed.
"Get your own!" Leo snorted, aghast his younger brother would demand such things. There was a pecking order between siblings.
"Trust me," the turtle replied, jogging quietly from their bedroom.
Leo rolled his shoulders, complaining about his brother under his breath. His steps were soft as he pad into the kitchen, keeping an eye out for Michelangelo, but not seeing where he had gotten to. Water trickled hollowly into the empty glass he'd snatched from the cabinet, filling it quickly. He smacked his lips together, and lifted the cup to drink from it.
"Don't drink it, stupid!"
"Don't call me stupid, stupid!" Leonardo retorted, spinning on his heels to face Mikey. His little brother sported a dangerously large grin. In his hands were two familiar bandanas, one red, one purple. Leo wasn't surprised he had been able to get the masks, none of the boys wore them to sleep. They were uncomfortable, and caused the top of their heads to itch if they wore them for too long. They planned on asking Master Splinter for smaller bandanas, maybe ones that only went over their eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Playin' dress-up, dude," he answered, sticking out his tongue. "Now be quite. You'll wake Sensei up." He walked quickly towards the fridge, roughly throwing open the freezer door.
"Mikey, you ate the last of the fudge pops yesterday."
"Duh," he rolled his eyes at his brother's innocence. Didn't he understand the prank? It was a classic! The terrapin tossed the head-bands into the freezer and closed the door with a bang. "Now, give me the glass. Hurry up!"
Mikey took the glass, balancing it carefully as to avoid spilling any of its contents, and raced towards the bedroom of their brothers. Leo jogged after him curiously.
"Shhhh," the younger of the pair hissed, pressing a finger to his lips. Leonardo nodded, and watched as Mikey tiptoed towards the bunk bed.
Raphael had the bottom of the two beds, and made good use of his mattress. He was sprawled out on his stomach, drool dripping slowly from his open mouth and onto his pillow. One arm dangled off the bed, his fingers coming dangerously close to scraping against the ground. Mikey was sure not to be heard, afraid to risk unleashing the furry that was Raphael. The glass was placed on the ground with a soft clink as Michelangelo lifted up his brother's hand.
The air in the room became tense as Raph's eyes tightened, relaxed, and tightened again. Mikey held his breath, still gripping the hand of his sleeping brother, and dared to exhale only once Raph had settled down. Slowly, carefully, he lowered the turtle's finger into the glass of water.
Waving his arms frantically over his head, Mike stood, turned, and raced towards Leonardo. "Run, run!" he whispered, pushing his brother out in front of him.
They raced back to their room, drawing on the extent of their ninja training not to make a sound as they ran down the hall, into their bedroom, and beneath their covers. The pair was quiet for a few long moments, waiting to see if their father or brothers would come to confront them.
A soft voice came from the bottom bunk. "That. Was. So. COOL!"
A fit of giggles erupted from the two of them, leaving them breathless.
"M-m-major stitch, man!" Mikey laughed, clutching his sides. Leo dangled his torso over the edge of the bed. "I get the clothes in the freezer thing," -he had to pause to wait from Mikey's second wave of giggles to subside- "but what was with the warm water?"
"Dude, do you, like, live under a rock or something?" he gasped. "That's, like, the greatest prank ever! Y-y-you p-put their hand in water, and they p-p-p-p-pee!"
Their laughter attack returned with a new furry. Leo rolled so violently over his bed, he became entangled in his sheets, which merely caused them to laugh at a new subject.
It took a long while for their laughter to soften, and disappear. They were too awake to sleep, and chatted the hours away.
"Remember the last time we made Raph pee himself?" Michelangelo asked casually.
Leo nodded, though they were in their own beds, and could not see each other. "Yeah…" he murmured as he stared upwards at his ceiling.
They were six at the time. Donny, Mikey, and he had pinned Raph down after he refused to share the remote control. They proceeded to tickle the young turtle until he wet himself.
"He was so mad," Mikey concluded. He sounded immensely entertained.
"Oh yeah," Leo sniggered. "Hey, Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"Tomorrow night, we're doing this to Don."
Their latest fit of muffled giggles greeted the sunrise.