Hi, It's me again! This is just a project...that turned into pointless and humorous drabble cause that's what God intended it to be I guess.
So onwards and upwards!

"Macro!" Michelangelo called out while wandering aimlessly through the piles of curios at the junkyard. "Marco!...Hey...I SAID MARCO!!"

'Well this is absolutely no fun at all' Mikey thought, ' Why am I here again?'. An image of angry Raph popped in to Mikey's head.'Oh yeah...heh. that's why...It's not fair,' Mikey Thought, ' How was I supposed to know that was the last Dr.Pepper in the fridge...I mean...there COULD have been a couple more hidden behind the milk...I didn't look for them there...' Michelangelo sniffled when he thought of that. 'Oh and cruel Donnie...ratting me out to Raph like that...I'd almost convinced Raph it was him too!' Mikey stuck his tongue out at the thought of his squealer of a Brother.

' Hmmpphhh...I bet Donnie doesn't ever drink Dr.pepper just to spite me!...Ohh just you wait Donnie...You'll get yours. Next time I'm all alone and your innocent computer is just sitting there...' Mikey began to cackle at the thought of his upcoming prank. 'Everyone will be surprised...' Michelangelo began to laugh malevolently" Muuuwwhahahahahaha!!"

Catching sight of the crushed cars stacked around him, Mikey abruptly ceased laughing, 'Where am I.' he wondered. Suddenly it dawned on him that he hadn't been paying any attention to where he was going, he didn't even know from which direction he'd come from!

"I'm lost! No, Heaven Above! Have mercy on this poor young, handsome, Turtle!" he shouted as he dramatically dropped to his knees and held his hands up to the darkened sky.

He began to grasp at the sky as he gasped out," I shall die here! And no one will care! A hundred years from now they'll find my skeleton and put me in a museeeeemmm!! Nooooooo!!!"

He brought his hands back down and clutched at his heart. "Why has such a cruel fate befallen such a dashing, kind, athletic turtle like myself!"then shaking with fake sobs he threw himself to the ground, rolled over and pretended to die.

"Uhh...Mikey...What ARE you doing?" a voice from behind him questioned bluntly.

Michelangelo froze in the midst of his exaggerated death throes. Slowly he rolled over and looked up in to the inquisitive and slightly hesitant face of his eldest brother, Leo.

Mikey opened his mouth and with large and darting eyes stammered," I'm...practicing. For a play. That...That I am writing...yes."

Leo starred blankly at Michelangelo for a minute before finally asking, "Does this play have anything to do with a man named Marco?"

The End!

I told you it was short! But I liked! An' I hope you liked it too! And if you did...Leave some reviews please!!