Just a fun drabble. Enjoy! And eat pie. - M

"Leonardo, clean the den."

The peaceful one bowed to his master's orders.

"Donatello, the bathroom."

"Sensei, but Mikey just -"

"The bathroom," Splinter warned and held up his finger. "The bathroom."

Donatello had never sulked that hard in his life. His knuckles almost dragged on the floor.

"And Raphael," the master continued, "Since you find Donatello's task so funny, you can clean the kitchen... and your room and Michelangelo's."

Mikey howled as Raphael smacked him and muttered under his breath when he left the room.

Splinter's beady eyes focused on the last pickle. "My fun-loving sunshine of the bunch, Michelangelo.."

Mikey knew this wasn't going to be good.

"The living room... and then help me make an apple pie."

Splinter genuinely smiled, but a dark cloud rained over Mikey's soul.

"Can I take Don's spot? Since I messed up the bathroom after all..."

Because baking with Sensei was like baking with a drill sergeant by your side.