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After coming home one turtle is in disbelief, after discovering such a crime has occurred in his lair.","writing":"The ‘TB’ crime\n\nThe motionless lair casted its shadows, revealing there was no one around. \n\nThe exhausted turtle that had quite a long day, shuffled his feet across the cement floor heading for the bathroom. \n\nHours he had spent with his good friend Leatherhead, and the light bruises proved it. \n\nWhat exactly were they doing? That he will not tell, nor admit to any scandalous remarks. \n\nEspecially if they came from Mikey, he wasn’t in the mood. \n\nWhat took ages, he finally reached the door, trying to lean all his weight into it, to aid him to open the sometimes stubborn door that he had to admit gave him grief when he was ready for bed. \n\nProbably what didn’t help his case at the moment is that he could barely stand as it was. He wasn’t confident with his balance and putting too much support in something that could easily slip through his hands, he worried he would wind up face-first into the ground. \n\nThe door easily for once propping open, Donnie took a step forward, then jumped out of his shell, hearing the splash under his foot and shockingly feeling the cold water that was ankle deep. \n\nWith a yelp in dismay and engulfed into a cloud of confusion, he leaped back, grabbing the door, yet unable to reach it in time, as he crashed to the ground shell first. \n\nHis body, hissing in agony, he groaned, blinking into the darkness before him, was the bathroom flooded? \n\nHow could it be? Maybe a pipe broke? \n\nScrambling to his feet, Donnie’s eyes became heavy and his mind swam. \n\nHe was too tired for this, yet like usual, he was the only one that could fix this mess. \n\nBesides, he had to at least stop what was leaking, that could result in making a bigger mess later and start flooding into the main part of the lair.\n\nComing to the doorway once again, he placed his hand to the inside wall, feeling for the light switch, attempting to flick on the light. \n\nUnfortunately the switch not responding to him, nor giving any sign it was even working at all, he mumbled beneath his breath, cursing some unfavorable words in another language. \n\nThe room too dark to make heads or tails, he marveled what was beyond the threshold other than the awaiting cold water? \n\nHe could stand there squinting his eyes, hoping to adjust, then again, he could make this less a pain and resorting to a simple solution.\n\nThe flashlight that he always had handy in his belt for such occasions, not that it was common for something exploding in the bathroom and it being pitch black, he took it out. \n\nWith a sound of a click, there was light and the shadows played before him with the shards of light that reflected off the pool of water.\n\nTaking a breath in and then letting it out, he shoved the fatigue to the side entering the room trying his best to ignore the icy liquid and having his body fall into the habit of shivering. \n\nOnce in the room, he could see the rows of stalls, and the other side was the sinks that he installed for his brothers. \n\nThis was constructed so they could share the bathroom at any given time with some privacy. \n\nNormally, people have more than one bathroom, but space was limited and this was the lesser of the two evils, since each of them had their own morning and night routine, and this caused less stress and bickering down the road. \n\nThere was in the air, a sound of water he could tell, where it came from he wasn’t sure as he looked around. \n\nThe sinks appearing to be working with no leaking visible to the naked eye, Donnie was puzzled over what would be the source to all this rising water. \n\nVenturing further, he examined the pipes above him, still complex, not able to see anything that would be the culprit.\n\n“What is going on?” Donnie asked himself, as he froze in his spot feeling something brush by his leg. \n\nWith a harsh shriek, he scrambled back to slam his shell into one of the sinks hearing the porcelain creak behind. \n\nAny more force would have made the surface crack against his thick hard shell. \n\nHis nerves shot; his hands shook as he lost control of the flashlight that plopped into the water, casting a soft glow onto what had touched him, as his face went blank. \n\n“An apple?” Donnie said dryly, blinking twice at the fruit before rubbing his eyes in astonishment. \n\nWhy was there an apple floating on the water? \n\nUnable to explain this one, Donnie snatched up his flashlight that he was thankful was waterproof. \n\nFlashing it towards the current that was making the apple go in one direction, he tilted his head from the sight. \n\nThere within one of the stalls, where the toilet should have been, was now smashed into pieces and the water was gushing out of the pipe. \n\nIt was so violent, he was amazed he didn’t catch to where it was in the first place and by the looks of it, the drainpipes he installed weren’t draining it fast enough. \n\nNot that he designed them to drain mass amounts of water, only the now and then toilet plugging and spillage for anyone accidentally leaving the sink running.\n\nLost for words, Donnie just gawked at it dumbfounded. \n\nHow could the toilet be destroyed? Why was the toilet in pieces? Second thought who the shell would break it!\n\nSnapping his wandering mind on the thousand questions, a snore came from beyond the curtain that separated the shower area to the bathroom. \n\nThe snore recognizable, Donnie narrowed his eyes in annoyance.\n\n“Raphhhh,” he cursed the name with a vengeance. \n\nWhat has the ox do this time? \n\nWhy is it that every time he leaves the lair for a day or half, the red clad brother has to break something? Not your normal ‘oops’ break something by accident, his were always deliberate!\n\nStorming toward the curtain forcefully swinging it open, Donnie stepped into the room, ready to strangle the brother, only to stop dead seeing he wasn’t alone. \n\nRaph was curled up on the tile floor with… Leo within his arms? \n\nBoth turtles sleeping peacefully, Donnie quietly approached them, noticing neither stir with his presence. \n\nKneeling down, Donnie wish he hadn't, smelling the strong aroma of alcohol on the breaths, not just coming off Raph, but Leo as well. \n\n“So drinking were they?” \n\nExamining the brothers to see if either was in any immediate danger, since it was in his nature to be nurturing, that turned quickly when Donnie began to understand where the bruises and cuts around Leo’s shoulders were from. \n\nBouncing up to his feet, it dawned on him as he flashed back to the bathroom then to the two drunken idiots. \n\nHis mind racing, he saw what played out, as he clenched the flashlight tightly in anger and frustration towards them both. \n\nMuttering under his breath, he turned around stomping off and out of the bathroom towards his lab, making an overnight bag then writing a very clear note to leave on his desk. \n\nHis brothers will see it once they wake up and search for him to fix up their stupid mess. \n\nThe letter with black bold characters, was a simple message that the clueless brain-dead brothers could even understand, “I’M ON STRIKE! CLEAN YOUR OWN DAMN STUPIDITIES!”\n\nHis bag firmly in hand, he rushed out of the lair before he bumped into Mikey or father, sprinting down the sewer passages only to finally stop, once he reached the place he wanted to be. \n\nNervously, he held his hand up, ready to knock onto the door, trying to figure out what he could say to the owner of this place, once upon answer. \n\nBefore he could attempt to alert the person at home of his presence, the door opened as the alligator looked at him over curiously. \n\n“Donatello?” Leatherhead asked flabbergasted to see him at his door after he just left a half and hour ago.\n\n“Hi… I… I want to take you up on your offer to stay over for the night… Maybe a couple?”\n\n“Of… of course,” Leatherhead welcomed him in, “Why the change of mind?”\n\nLetting out a sigh, Donnie shrugged, “The toilet crime.”\n\n“Toilet? What?”\n\nChuckling Donnie beamed at his friend finding his peace again and laughing at his brothers now, “Oh Raph and Leo got drunk, and then I believe Leo probably some how was dared to bob for apples in the toilet bowl. Which unfortunately, the end result was him getting stuck and Raph panicking and smashing the thing up…”\n\nSpeechless the alligator stared in disbelief, should he ask more or let it drop?\n\nSmiling more Donnie tilted his head, “So what were you planning for us anyways?”\n\nFin\n\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"The ‘TB’ crime

The motionless lair casted its shadows, revealing there was no one around.

The exhausted turtle that had quite a long day, shuffled his feet across the cement floor heading for the bathroom.

Hours he had spent with his good friend Leatherhead, and the light bruises proved it.

What exactly were they doing? That he will not tell, nor admit to any scandalous remarks.

Especially if they came from Mikey, he wasn’t in the mood.

What took ages, he finally reached the door, trying to lean all his weight into it, to aid him to open the sometimes stubborn door that he had to admit gave him grief when he was ready for bed.

Probably what didn’t help his case at the moment is that he could barely stand as it was. He wasn’t confident with his balance and putting too much support in something that could easily slip through his hands, he worried he would wind up face-first into the ground.

The door easily for once propping open, Donnie took a step forward, then jumped out of his shell, hearing the splash under his foot and shockingly feeling the cold water that was ankle deep.

With a yelp in dismay and engulfed into a cloud of confusion, he leaped back, grabbing the door, yet unable to reach it in time, as he crashed to the ground shell first.

His body, hissing in agony, he groaned, blinking into the darkness before him, was the bathroom flooded?

How could it be?  Maybe a pipe broke?

Scrambling to his feet, Donnie’s eyes became heavy and his mind swam.

He was too tired for this, yet like usual, he was the only one that could fix this mess.

Besides, he had to at least stop what was leaking, that could result in making a bigger mess later and start flooding into the main part of the lair.

Coming to the doorway once again, he placed his hand to the inside wall, feeling for the light switch, attempting to flick on the light.

Unfortunately the switch not responding to him, nor giving any sign it was even working at all, he mumbled beneath his breath, cursing some unfavorable words in another language.

The room too dark to make heads or tails, he marveled what was beyond the threshold other than the awaiting cold water?

He could stand there squinting his eyes, hoping to adjust, then again, he could make this less a pain and resorting to a simple solution.

The flashlight that he always had handy in his belt for such occasions, not that it was common for something exploding in the bathroom and it being pitch black, he took it out.

With a sound of a click, there was light and the shadows played before him with the shards of light that reflected off the pool of water.

Taking a breath in and then letting it out, he shoved the fatigue to the side entering the room trying his best to ignore the icy liquid and having his body fall into the habit of shivering.

Once in the room, he could see the rows of stalls, and the other side was the sinks that he installed for his brothers.

This was constructed so they could share the bathroom at any given time with some privacy.

Normally, people have more than one bathroom, but space was limited and this was the lesser of the two evils, since each of them had their own morning and night routine, and this caused less stress and bickering down the road.

There was in the air, a sound of water he could tell, where it came from he wasn’t sure as he looked around.

The sinks appearing to be working with no leaking visible to the naked eye, Donnie was puzzled over what would be the source to all this rising water.

Venturing further, he examined the pipes above him, still complex, not able to see anything that would be the culprit.

“What is going on?” Donnie asked himself, as he froze in his spot feeling something brush by his leg.

With a harsh shriek, he scrambled back to slam his shell into one of the sinks hearing the porcelain creak behind.

Any more force would have made the surface crack against his thick hard shell.

His nerves shot; his hands shook as he lost control of the flashlight that plopped into the water, casting a soft glow onto what had touched him, as his face went blank.

“An apple?” Donnie said dryly, blinking twice at the fruit before rubbing his eyes in astonishment.

Why was there an apple floating on the water?

Unable to explain this one, Donnie snatched up his flashlight that he was thankful was waterproof.

Flashing it towards the current that was making the apple go in one direction, he tilted his head from the sight.

There within one of the stalls, where the toilet should have been, was now smashed into pieces and the water was gushing out of the pipe.

It was so violent, he was amazed he didn’t catch to where it was in the first place and by the looks of it, the drainpipes he installed weren’t draining it fast enough.

Not that he designed them to drain mass amounts of water, only the now and then toilet plugging and spillage for anyone accidentally leaving the sink running.

Lost for words, Donnie just gawked at it dumbfounded.

How could the toilet be destroyed? Why was the toilet in pieces? Second thought who the shell would break it!

Snapping his wandering mind on the thousand questions, a snore came from beyond the curtain that separated the shower area to the bathroom.

The snore recognizable, Donnie narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

“Raphhhh,” he cursed the name with a vengeance.

What has the ox do this time?

Why is it that every time he leaves the lair for a day or half, the red clad brother has to break something? Not your normal ‘oops’ break something by accident, his were always deliberate!

Storming toward the curtain forcefully swinging it open, Donnie stepped into the room, ready to strangle the brother, only to stop dead seeing he wasn’t alone.

Raph was curled up on the tile floor with… Leo within his arms?

Both turtles sleeping peacefully, Donnie quietly approached them, noticing neither stir with his presence.

Kneeling down, Donnie wish he hadn't, smelling the strong aroma of alcohol on the breaths, not just coming off Raph, but Leo as well.

“So drinking were they?”

Examining the brothers to see if either was in any immediate danger, since it was in his nature to be nurturing, that turned quickly when Donnie began to understand where the bruises and cuts around Leo’s shoulders were from.

Bouncing up to his feet, it dawned on him as he flashed back to the bathroom then to the two drunken idiots.

His mind racing, he saw what played out, as he clenched the flashlight tightly in anger and frustration towards them both.

Muttering under his breath, he turned around stomping off and out of the bathroom towards his lab, making an overnight bag then writing a very clear note to leave on his desk.

His brothers will see it once they wake up and search for him to fix up their stupid mess.

The letter with black bold characters, was a simple message that the clueless brain-dead  brothers could even understand, “I’M ON STRIKE! CLEAN YOUR OWN DAMN STUPIDITIES!”

His bag firmly in hand, he rushed out of the lair before he bumped into Mikey or father, sprinting down the sewer passages only to finally stop, once he reached the place he wanted to be.

Nervously, he held his hand up, ready to knock onto the door, trying to figure out what he could say to the owner of this place, once upon answer.

Before he could attempt to alert the person at home of his presence, the door opened as the alligator looked at him over curiously.

“Donatello?” Leatherhead asked flabbergasted to see him at his door after he just left a half and hour ago.

“Hi… I… I want to take you up on your offer to stay over for the night… Maybe a couple?”

“Of… of course,” Leatherhead welcomed him in, “Why the change of mind?”

Letting out a sigh, Donnie shrugged, “The toilet crime.”

“Toilet? What?”

Chuckling Donnie beamed at his friend finding his peace again and laughing at his brothers now, “Oh Raph and Leo got drunk, and then I believe Leo probably some how was dared to bob for apples in the toilet bowl. Which unfortunately, the end result was him getting stuck and Raph panicking and smashing the thing up…”

Speechless the alligator stared in disbelief, should he ask more or let it drop?

Smiling more Donnie tilted his head, “So what were you planning for us anyways?”

Fin


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