TheLittleMermaid1809

Donnie was so proud. It was the perfect solution to the very real problem of Mikey leaving a trail of crumbs everywhere he went. The ants had nearly driven Raph to the brink, and the cockroach had finally broken him. Aside from feeding Mikey through a tube at all times, this was the next best thing. With a smile, Donnie shut the lid on his latest invention he proudly called the "industrial" Roomba. It had a very advanced sensory network making it incredibly efficient at finding messes. It was faster than most people walked, and it had over 1000 times the suction power as any retail Roomba. Picking up his creation, he walked out of his lab

Note: My AU, and please read the description ------ It was June, and April was out of school she offered to watch Mikey so they could train more without having to worry about a wondering three-year-old. Today was one of those days that they were going to take April up on her offer to watch their little brother. Leo was distracting Mikey, by telling him of their time travel adventure with the lack luster Time Master Renet from the future. Donnie gathered everything April would need to watch the toddler “Don’t bring her up, I bet she’s like Beetlejuice where you say her name and she shows up!” Raph said from the kitch

All was still and quiet in the lair as Splinter meditated within his small bedroom. He performed this ritual every evening before he settled down for bed so he would sleep peacefully without troubles plaguing his mind. However, as he prepared to lie down on his tatami mat, the sound of the shoji being pulled reached his ears. Glancing up, the mutant rodent found Michelangelo peeking into the room. “Come in, Michelangelo” Splinter said. “Is everything alright?” The orange-banded terrapin opened the shoji a bit more and sidled into the room, twiddling his fingers nervously. “Well, um…I-I can’t really

Rating: G Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon. Summary: At the request of one turtle, Splinter decides to give his sons their first cooking lesson. He should have known better... Chibi turtle fic around age 7. Written for the %Writer-Nexus (https://www.deviantart.com/writer-nexus) November 2016 prompt - Food. Comments, thoughts and concrit is always welcome.  The Family that Cooks Together Staring in through the kitchen door at his father and brother, he can't help the unfamiliar and unpleasant twinge that passes through him as Splinter praises Michelangelo yet again. Only a few weeks ago, Michelangelo had expressed in

“AAAAHHHHH GET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAY!” Donnie nearly set himself on fire as the ever-dulcet tones of his youngest brother echoed throughout the lair. Leaping to his feet the purple-banded ninja sprinted out of his lab, nearly careening into Raph. “What da shell is goin’ on Mikey?!” Raph shouted, sais drawn. Anxiously his eyes darted around the lair, looking for whatever caused his brother to collapse onto the floor, wide-eyed and staring. “Mikey?” Donnie gently crouched down in front of the normally buoyant turtle. “Hey Mikey, are you ok?” Shakily Mikey pointed at something on the groun

The tired master tried once again to explain to his child. Really he should have seen this coming. “That is not what I meant my son.” “But you said! You said I can have dessert since I broke the lamp.” Splinter rubbed between his eyes, regretting his very poor choice of words. “What I said my son, is that bad little turtles that break things will get their just deserts.” “Yeah, and I broke the lamp” the tot replied. “So I want ice cream!” Splinter looked to the ceiling in exasperation, cursing idioms in every language he knew.

Yucky By: Soniclover28 Worms and algae. That’s all they ate. Three times a day. Every day. And, quite frankly, nine-year-old Michelangelo was sick of it. So sick of it, in fact, that he was going to do something about it. Something incredible. Something amazing. Something… Well, something. The freckled turtle’s new strife sparked at the table in the kitchen when his father gave him a scoop of lunch that made a ‘plop’ when it landed on his plate. While his brothers dug in, Mikey wasn’t exactly filled with the usual gusto that came with a meal. “Sensei,” Mikey asked, picking up a worm on

Splinter had been trying to get his four-year-old sons to stop running around their home in the sewers. Leonardo and Donatello collided, causing Donatello to cry instantly. Splinter knelt down next to his two sons in attempts to console the younger of the two boys.   “It’s okay Donatello,” Splinter soothed holding him in arms and kissing his forehead. “Hold me daddy!” Leonardo cried trying to wiggle in getting slightly jealous of the attention his brother was getting. “I hurt myself too!” Leo pointed to his forehead.   “Yes, Leonardo,” Splinter said adjusting Donatello so Leo could get

How in the world is he doing that? Physics dictate it shouldn’t be possible. Their shells don’t bend like that. Wait…is he…he’s grabbing his ankles! Standing up! “Mikey!” The young turtle looked up at his genius brother from between his legs. “What’s up bro?” “How are you…I mean…is your back ok?” Mikey grabbed his calves and pulled even further. “Yeah man I’m fine. Just trying something out.” Donnie gaped. “Trying something out?” Mikey nodded as he reached up, up, up…and grabbed the bottom of his shell. “Che