This comes from a discusion I had with my cousin. :) It's not my best work, but I needed to write something while I sort the next chapter of The folly of Death out...

Disclaimer: I still don't own the turtles, and I don't own Peeps.

All was well in the turtles' lair. Donnie was in his lab, fiddling with a toaster. His low muttering could be heard throughout the lair. Raph was watching a hockey game, twirling one sai in his hand. He looked like he would fling his weapon at the screen to attack the horrible officials, who never seemed to call a game correctly, as soon as it was necessary. Master Splinter was meditating in his room in an attempt to rid himself of the growing headache, bestowed graciously upon him by his sons.

"Ugh! Yuck!"

Leo walked into the kitchen to where his youngest sibling was completing the oddest ritual Leo had ever seen.

Mikey clearly had some sort of dilemma on his hands. The orange clad turtle sat at the kitchen table and would just stare at the brightly colored marshmallows in the package in front of him, and then after a few minutes, he would rip apart the object and eat it. After consuming the marshmallow, Mikey would make the worst face imaginable. He would cringe, cross his eyes, and stick out his tongue unhappily. Judging by the amount of sweets left in the package, Mikey must have eaten at least ten of the Peeps.

Finally, Leo could not handle it; he had to know what the shell his brother was up to. "Mikey, what on earth are you doing?"

Mikey looked up at Leo with an expression on his face like of a child being caught while trying to sneak a cookie. "Umm…I was just working on my self control."

Leo raised his eye ridges and blinked at Mikey. "What?"

Mikey sighed. "All right, Leo, look at this peep." Mikey held out the little marshmallow, which was a very bright yellow and shaped as a little chick. Leo had to admit to himself that it was a slightly endearing looking.

"But there's a big problem with this peep," Mikey said wisely. He nodded his head and locked his gaze with the peep.

"Uh, Mikey?" Leo prompted.

Mikey cleared his throat. "Yeah, like I said there's a big problem."

"Do you mean the calories, Mike, or the fact that they are made of artificial ingredients?" Donny asked, walking out of his lab. He left a large pile of metal parts on his bench. They looked like they were once a nearly functioning toaster.

Looking completely scandalized by the suggestion, Mikey quickly shook his head. "Dude, that's so wrong…" He shook his head at Donny's stupidity. When have artificial ingredients ever been a problem? "No, the problem," he said, whispering with his hand gently covering where he thought the marshmallow ears were, so he wouldn't upset the Peep sitting on his right hand, "is that they taste like crap."

"Then why eat them?" Leo asked confused.

"They're so cute! First, you just stare at it, and you think, 'why, I do declare; this is simply adorable'! And it's so cute that you just have to bite its head off, but it tastes nasty. And you think, 'I'm never going to eat another one of those again!' But then you see the cute little blue rabbits, and you forget about how nasty the little chick one was! You know what happens next? You have to rip its head off and devour its cuteness! But it's just then that you remember how gross the first one was! And it goes on and on and on...until you run out!"

Leo and Don exchanged the "Mikey Look". Don slowly inched out of the room with new motivation to fix the stupid, good-for-nothing-but-breaking-and-driving-him-insane toaster. Taking a deep breath, Leo put the tea kettle on to boil.

"Uhhh…YUCK!"