"At last!" Donnie shouts. "My greatest creation! The ultimate evolution in breakfast sandwiches. A toasted avocado bacon-bagel-rito..." He sniffed his sandwich. "With cheese."
While ranting about how great he thinks his sandwich is, I was half asleep leaning on the counter. That was until Shelden decided to ram into Donnie, making his sandwich fly out of his hands. Luckily Donnie caught it, but then it collapsed into itself and onto his head.
"Sheldon!" Donnie yelled. Shelden stopped flying. I woke up a bit and walked over next to Donnie. "I told you no drone racing in the lair!"
"You guys have a giant skate ramp in the house, and I can't race?!" Retorted Sheldon.
"Don't talk back to him," I scold.
"Cuz I said so, Email so, and texted so." Donnie also scolds.
"That's so unfair!" Shelden yells back. "I'm sick of this shell-pression."
"I'm sick of this attitude." I retort and he flies off. Donnie and I cross our arms.
"Problem Donald?" Mikey comes in and throws an arm around Donnie.
I lean forward to look at him with a raised eyebrow, Donnie groned. "It's Shelden, we just upgraded him to version 13."
"Wow, 13." Angolo says. "Feels like yesterday he was a twinkle in your tool box."
"Yeah and now he's a pain in my shell," Donnie replies.
"He's always charging till noon," I start.
"He's always coding back to me," Donnie states.
"And now he's drone racing all over the house." We both say.
"I don't know what to do," Donnie says.
"Sheldon is at a delicate age," Mikey says, coming in between us with an arm over our shoulders. "You need to nurture his spirit or you'll drive him away."
He dragged us to the living room, and sat us down in the chair. "Uh... What is happening?"
"Good morning, I'm dr. Feelings." Mikey says with (lol) a brown turtleneck and glasses on. "Welcome to my seminar: Hug it out."
"Dr. Feelings?" Donnie asked.
"I thought you were Dr. Delicate touch." I said.
"Dr. Delicate touch feels nothing." Mikey said menacingly. "Lesson 1. Because I said so is not an answer. You need to learn a healthy way to express your feelings to your family."
"Yes, Feelings," Donnie and I say in unison.
"Hot," I start.
"Cold," Donnie stated after.
"Hungry."
"Sleepy."
"No, feelings like anger," Mikey said while wacking his brother in the face. "Remind you of anyone."
"Nope." Donnie says leaning back with his hands behind his head. I turned my head to look at him for a split second.
Then he showed a slideshow comparing images of Donnie and Splinter. As it went on Donnie started figuring it out, "Wha?" He says. Then he gasped. "No! Anything but that! Ok, teach me, Doctor. Teach me."
Donnie was on the ground in front of him. Then there was a crash.
"My dark matter accelerator!" Donnie yells as he sees Sheldon laying upside down on it.
"My record player!" I yell as I see it on the floor, smashed.
"Sheldon!" We both yell.
Mikey grabbed our shoulders and pulled us aside, "Donnie, Y/n, Remember to express your feelings."
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