Title: "Mikey's Basket of Surprises"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble, Young Turtles
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 28 March, 2012
Challenge: For a TMNT-Tuesdays LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Michelangelo, Splinter, all other characters mentioned within, and The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are © & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. The lyrics/song used is © & TM Billy Idol, also not the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Mikey sat, pouting and watching his father from the other room. He had tried three times now and failed all three times. He'd heard Donnie remark that the third time was supposed to be the charm. Maybe it was for science and those other weird, serious things that Donnie liked to do, but it wasn't for Mikey.
He'd tried everything he could think of so far, and still Master Splinter sat looking all moody. He'd barely glanced at the funny picture Mikey had drawn and ignored all his funny faces. He'd told him the picture was good, but Mikey had known he'd not really been paying attention when he'd said the same about his faces when he'd called him to look. He hadn't even cared to know that the turtle crossed the sewer line to get to the pizza on the other side.
Mikey strummed his green fingers across cement. Master Splinter was upset, and he didn't like it. He wasn't going to give up either! Mikey leapt to his feet and flipped back into the room with his beloved father. He performed a series of flips and tumbles all the way across the room, making funny faces and singing circus tunes, and then headed straight for Splinter's raggedy chair.
He kept up his act's momentum the entire time. Splinter didn't look up from his torn newspaper, but Mikey didn't let that stop him. Splinter's tail swished as Mikey drew closer. Mikey grinned, knowing he was beginning to get to him.
He leapt for his chair and did a handspring on the top of it. "Michelangelo," Splinter demanded, finally looking up, "what are you doing?"
Mikey didn't answer him; his master would have that answer soon enough, he thought, tumbling down into his lap. He wrapped his small arms around his father and hugged him tightly. He stopped doing the circus parade music and whispered softly, "I wuv you, Masser Spliner!"
A bark of surprised laughter escaped Splinter. He beamed down at his son and hugged him back. "I love you, too, Michelangelo!"
Mikey practically glowed at Splinter's smile. "I wuv you too!" he repeated. His happy smile filled his little face. He hugged Splinter as hard as he could. Donnie might be wrong, but Leo and Master Splinter were right. Practice did make perfect, and one day, he'd be able to keep everybody happy around him all the time!
The End