Disclaimer: Don't own Ninja Turtles, Mirage does. Though if I did, I tell you, they would not have much fun in the wild where I live. Rednecks everywhere.

Story came to me by eating dinner, and making jokes with my best friend and trusted beta reader, Archeress of Apollo.

Another night at their home, another dinner at their table, filled with family. The only family that wasn't present was a hockey mask wearing vigilante, who had promised his neighbor that he'd watch their kid for a night. April was at the table with the rest of our lovable mutant family, helping pass out the meatloaf and green beans. Michelangelo, of course, perked at the food, but then turned a little ... pardon the pun... green around the gills at the sight of the mismatched green beans.

"Dude, I am not eating that! It's colored like Donnie!" The orange-banded brother said with disdain, a disgusted look crossing his bright features, blue eyes watching the plate as if it would turn into said brother and beat him for interrupting yet another experiment. Little did he know the looks he was attracting across the table. Mentioned vegetable colored brother was just trying to hide snickers behind his hand, too used to his only little brother's antics. "Ugh, and I'm definitely not eating that one. It's colored like Leo. Blech."

The pure green brother looked up, blue bandanna raised with what looked like confusion. "What's wrong with that?" he asked, looking almost hurt.

"Dude, use your imagination," Mikey said, slowly pushing all of the brother colored green beans off to the side of his plate, looking rather disturbed.

Unfortunately for the now snickering middle brothers, and the other two, now bickering lightly about colors of vegetables, a walking stick shot out from under the table, and four resounding smacks could be heard by their redheaded friend. Four voices, in unison, exclaimed, "OW!"

Their master however, would not be swayed, even by the youngest member of the family, who had broken out the rather effective puppy eyes. "You will not waste food that Miss O'Neil has kindly prepared for us this evening." His cane tapped the floor as his tail swished about, irritated by his sons' rude behavior at the dining table.

"It's okay, Master Splinter, really," she said, re-taking her seat after doling out the last plate. "I mean, guys, they're just green beans. See?" She speared an olive green colored vegetable, and placed it in her mouth. "It tastes good!"

A sudden bout of snickering interrupted the sudden silence in the room. All eyes turned towards Michelangelo, who was about to choke on a bite of his meatloaf from laughing so hard. It took a moment, before his brothers picked up on the joke, but when they did, Donatello flushed so hard he had to hide his face behind a napkin. Raphael was laughing just as hard as Mikey, and Leo... Leo could barely contain his chuckles behind his fisted hand. April was clueless, chewing the food in her mouth, green eyes watching the boys. And their Father... Well...

"This is not appropriate dinner conversation, my sons!"

WHAP!

"OW!" Four voices chorused.

=== FIN

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