turtle tot stories | tmnt 2012

Home~Part 1

Hey, everyone! This is the first part of the special two-parter story I was telling you about earlier. I'm REALLY sorry for not updating; hopefully I'll get back into the swing of things. To anyone still reading this, thank you so much for sticking by this story and supporting me. It means a lot. Anywho, enjoy! :)

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It was a normal, peaceful afternoon in New York City, and down in the sewers, you could say the same thing....well, more or less.

In the lair, Hamato family was up to their usual shenanigans. Splinter was in his room, meditating. His red-brown eyes were closed gently, his breathing steady, his hands resting gently in his lap. Although he was relaxing, his large ears were pricked up and alert as he listened to his sons frolic out in the main room of the lair.

There was a lot to listen to.

Out in that main room, the four tiny turtles were doing the exact opposite of behaving themselves. Raphael and Michelangelo were fighting over a crayon, while Leonardo and Donatello desperately tried to break them up. They all squealed and cried, arguing and shouting.

"Gimme back my orange crayon, Raph!" Michelangelo wailed, tugging on the crayon.

"I need it!" Raphael growled, tugging back.

"Then wait 'till I'm done, you meanie!"

"Raph, give Mikey his crayon back!" Leonardo huffed as he tried to drag the little red-masked turtle away.

"Lemme go, Leo!" Raphael struggled.

"Stop fighting, you guys!" Donatello helped Leonardo pry Raphael off of the crayon.

Everyone kept pulling and tugging, squealing and growling and fussing, their little green hands grabbing and fumbling.

And then the precious, glorious orange crayon snapped right in half.

All four little turtles gasped, watching with eyes bigger than saucers as the two halves of the crayon went flying across the lair. They rolled rapidly across the floor of the lair, away from them, heading in different directions.

For a moment, everyone was still and quiet.

Then Michelangelo broke the silence.

"RAPH!" he shouted, tears welling up in his baby blue eyes. "Now look what you did! Now the crayon is broken!"

"I didn't mean to break it!" Raphael insisted, his green eyes blazing. "You shoulda given it to me!"

Little Michelangelo gave a frustrated huff, clenching his hands into tiny fists. Suddenly, he broke away from his brothers, chasing after the front half of the crayon as it rolled away from them toward the lair exit.

"Mikey! Stop running!" little Leonardo called, his voice heavy with worry. "Come back!"

But the orange-masked turtle did not stop. He kept chasing the crayon, which was getting ready to roll right out of the lair.

"Oh, this isn't good. Daddy says we're not supposed to leave the lair without him," Donatello whispered in shock, his reddish-brown eyes wide. "Mikey's gonna be in big trouble."

"I got it!" Michelangelo's triumphant squeal sounded suddenly. "I got the crayon piece! Now all we need's the other piece, and we can fix-"

His words were suddenly cut off, replaced with a high-pitched scream of terror. His brothers all froze like baby deer in headlights, their eyes huge. There was a terrible snarling sound from somewhere outside the lair, and then the tiny turtles heard teeth snapping, followed by another one of Michelangelo's horrified screeches.