Of Turtles and Lizards

He did it for us

It was another normal morning in the turtle lair, well almost normal...Raphael was sleeping on the couch, naturally he'd allowed Mona to sleep in his room, at least until they could find some suitable furniture for the spare room. Michelangelo cackled and approached his sleeping sibling. He moved silently over to the sofa with a mischievous smile on his face.

Leonardo walked into the main room from the hall, straightening his mask tiredly. The eldest turtle half-glanced at his little brother, took a few more steps and promptly did a double-take. What is Mikey doing? "Mikey?"

The orange-masked turtle put a finger in front of his lips in a 'shh' gesture. The leader could only watch in confusion as his younger brother poked the emerald green turtle, making him shift slightly, before settling down again. Leo raised an eye-ridge. Mikey smiled and pulled something out from behind his back. Are those...ice cubes? Raph is going to kill him when he wakes up! Leo smiled slightly, I'd better be ready to run when Raph wakes up, or he'll think I was in on it. He watched as Michelangelo was about to drop one of the ice cubes into Raphael's shell.

The freckle-faced turtle's hand was in perfect position when a dark emerald-green hand shot out and grabbed it, making both brothers jump. Bright green eyes flicked open to see who had dared to interrupt his rest. Raphael stared at Michelangelo for a moment, still a little foggy with sleep. Then he saw the ice in his brother's hand and his eyes narrowed dangerously. The red-masked turtle yanked his brother's arm, pulling him down so he was at eye level. "Mikey." He stated calmly, making his younger brother shift uncomfortably.

"Yeah Raph?" the youngest stuttered nervously.

"I am gonna kick your shell." He growled.

"Let it go Raph, it's time to get up for breakfast anyway." Leonardo said, making his brother glance at him questioningly.

The hot-head growled and released his brother's wrist. Michelangelo took advantage of Leo's temporary distraction and ran to the kitchen. "You were just gonna stand there and let him do it?"

"Come on Raph, a little fun won't hurt ya."

"Speak for yourself." He grumbled.

"I see you're up and brooding." A female voice stated from the hall.

The red-banded turtle responded with a dramatic sigh of annoyance.

"Well, good morning to you too." She stated dryly, giving him a brief look up and down, to make certain he was alright, an action that did not go unnoticed by a certain blue masked turtle. With a shrug and sigh, the lizard mutant headed straight for the kitchen where Michelangelo was cooking.

"G'morning." Mikey stated with his usual level of enthusiasm.

"Hey Mikey. Whatcha making?" Mona said as she sat at the table.

"Pizza omelets. Ever tried one?" Mona Lisa shook her head. "They're the bomb. Especially when they're made by yours truly." He took a heroic stance and she chuckled.

"So what's up with Raph, he seemed pretty upset."

"Nah, he's always like that. Don't mind him, he doesn't usually get out of grumpy mode until eight o'clock."

"Not a morning turtle, huh?"

"No, he likes 'em enough, he just doesn't like it when other people wake him up."

"Oh, and who woke him up?" Mona asked curiously.

 The youngest turtle chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as the other flipped the omelets with a spatula.