The need for a little down-time

By: FelicitasFoo

Summary: All Splinter wants is to watch his soaps. He tries. He fails.

Note: This is why I am grateful that I have no siblings. Or kids, for that matter. This stupid little blip of text was written on a whim, but was much fun to do. I hope it brings you enjoyment.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. *despairs*

The trouble with having four boys, Splinter mused, was that it left no room for tranquility.

It was not that his boys were all that bad in any way (although they could be better), but simply that they did not seem to understand how to be quiet so he could watch his soaps.

Splinter watched wearily as Michelangelo tackled Raphael playfully to the ground, who consequently knocked into Leonardo as he worked through his katas. From then, it was a domino effect of mass proportions, as Leonardo stepped back, tipped over a bucket of screws (Splinter distinctly remembered telling Donatello to get those out of the lair) which subsequently scattered all over the floor, rolling every-which way imaginable, including under the couch.

And amidst the sounds of Donatello's soldering tool burning unchecked in the background as he rushed over to pick up the little metal pieces, telling his brothers to stop knocking over his stuff, Raphael's indignant roaring, Michelangelo's high pitch screaming, and Leonardo's lecturing, the television spluttered and made several odd wheezing sounds, before shuddering and breaking down completely.

Splinter never did get to watch his stories.