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risewriter · 11 months ago

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ROTTMNT: Purr

Tot Donatello lurks around the corner of the TV room. A small sniff gave away his position.

“Purple?” Splinter turns his head. Finding his red eyed son fidgeting with his thumbs.

“Dad.. Do you have a voice recorder?”

“A voice recorder? I do have one, but what’s the occasion?” Splinter stands up from his chair and searches through a box of nostalgic items.

“I need it to.. fix something.” The soft shell rubs his snout, not willing to look his father directly in the eyes.

“Alright, my son.” He moves towards Purple, pressing the recorder in his small hands. “But if you need to talk, you know where to find me, little one.”

Donatello nods as he backs away from his dad and heads to his lab. He glances at the voice recorder, testing the buttons to see if everything is functional.

“I can fix this..” Donnie mumbles to himself, clenching the recorder tight before closing the door of his lab behind him.

Two hours go by. A nervous soft shelled turtle exits the lab, holding a certain plush friend in his hands. He takes a deep breath, dragging his feet to the play room.

“Well, well, well! Who do we have here?!”

Donnie’s path gets blocked by his angered blue brother. When a silence falls, Leo sneers.

“What? Nothing to say? Raph is still trying to calm Mikey down!”

A fragile sob can be heard from behind Leonardo. The two pause.

“I… I can fix it.” Donnie then tries to force his way through, only for Leo to grab him by the shoulders.

“Fix it? D! You really hurt his feelings!”

“I know!” Shaking his brother off, he steps into the play room.

Mikey sits atop Raph’s lap, his hands intertwined with his big brother. Tears still roll down Mikey’s cheek as the two notice Donnie coming in.

A tad hesitant, tot Donnie walks closer to his brothers. He exhales before kneeling down.

“M-Mikey.. I’m.. I’m sorry for-“

“No.. you were right.” Michael continues to cry. “Stuffed animals can’t feel anything.”

Raph hugs his little brother tight to his chest.

“No, I was wrong..” Donnie opens his hand to reveal a familiar face.

The box shell’s eyes light up as he sees his lost friend again.

“Mr Kitty!? But I thought you were gonna throw him away!” Mikey gently takes his plushie back, hugging him tight.

“Prrrr! Prrrr!”

To Mikey’s surprise, Mr Kitty releases a sound that sounds familiar, yet, heartwarming.

“Mr Kitty purred!?”

“Yes, he will now respond to you.” Donnie rises back to his feet. “I just helped him find his voice.” He moves away, walking towards the hallway.

Glued to the improved Kitty, Mikey speaks up:

“Dee?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Donnie didn’t need to turn around to know the genuine smile that came with Mikey’s words of gratitude.

Moving past the slider turtle, Leo whispers:

“That was your voice, wasn’t it?”

Donnie’s ears change to a slightly redder hue. “Don’t you dare tell him that!”

Leo snickers wholeheartedly.

“Don’t worry, bro.” The two stare at their little brother who’s happily rubbing his face against Mr Kitty.

“He already knows.”

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ysaefinn · 10 days ago

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Father I have a new turtle plush can you name it?

Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

Sweet weevil, I bestow upon him the name Sylvester

I had two baby tortoises ans one of them had that name,, i miss my babies TOT

#if you don't like it then its okay....i won't punch the wall.........>:c #IM KIDDING DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!!!!!!#i named every temporary pet after that Sylvester just to honor him TOT #also can we plz plz plz see him if it's an inconvenience?#–. 𐙚 ̊vale.answers.ᐟ.ᐟ

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angelpuns · 2 years ago

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Spinoff, Spinoff!!! 😃 totally no official, and totally not cannon. Just a fan in loved with this Au♡.

It's been a couple of days since Leo found himself in the past. Was he really back in time or was this all a weird dream? Yeah. Yeah! That must be. Leo remembered being rescued by his brothers from the prison dimension, and crossing through a bright orange portal then everything went black from there. Of course! He is probably resting in the medbay, and being taken care of by his brothers. All of this has to be a wacky dream. Besides, if that was the case, being trapped in time wouldn't meant terrible consequences? Like changing the future, creating different timelines, some paradox or whatever. Like, how affected would be his present? Totally Impossible because dreams can't cause problems.

All of this time continuum made Leo's head hurt, good thing he had Donnie for this nerd things. Probably he'll ask him later... when he wakes up... eventually. This makes him question like for how long? It's just been a couple of days he's been here, makes him wonder how long has been out there in his present?

Leo needed to stop think too much about that or otherwise he'll the worst migraine he ever had. He just had to focus on the kids; watch over them while their father is out scavenging for food. Just to think about it made him feel hungry, but also with wanting to go out too. Maybe walk a little, get some fresh air, maybe a pizza from Run of the Mill, and stretch those legs. But he can't, not by the fact that he had a broken arm and leg, but because he had to watch over the tots.

No matter how many times Leo counted: one, two, three. Or repeats: Red, purple, orange. Raph, Donnie, Mikey. There was one that was missing, and that was his younger self. Was he replacing him? Would that be how dreams work? He hoped so, because it won't be nothing cool if a toddler version of him was replacing him in his own present time.

"Should we invite him to play with us?" Suggested the purple coded turtle. "He's been like that for hours. It's kinda worrying." He recieved a couple of nods in response from the other two turtles. The three toddlers had what it appears to be dolls, a little burn, but still good to play with.

"But didn' daddy said he needs westing?" Asked the youngest turtle. He thought that the older turtle might be to tired to play with them.

"He's not even in bed. He might agree to join us. Besides, this could be good opportunity to make him some more questions about our future... and make him stop look so creepy observing the nothing." The three of them turn to see the blue turtle staring the wall, did he even blinked?

"Yes!" Making sound more the s. "Daddy would be ploud of us for helping. We can be scititifics."

"It's SCIENtifics. And what you meant is Doctors. Which is very different because those are who are responsible to take care of the health of patients and... if you guys didn't want to know you should've said so." Little Donnie was left behind. Didn't take him long to follow them.

"Hello, Mister Leo" Mikey called; made a little pause to make sure if he caught the older's attention. He was startled a little by the jump Leo made. Mikey scared him unintentionally, but a least he take him out of trance. "Sowwy. Would you like to play?" He showed his little doll to Leo. You can tell which doll belongs to who; all four dolls hair (or what is left of it) were also color coded.

The kid was waiting patiently for his answer. When suddenly they heard a voice coming from the entrance. "kids, I'm home." The little ones didn't wait a minute to rush to their father. "Dad. Daddy. Papá." Was heard from the three.

"How are my little ones?" Asked while he gave all of them a hug. Splinter had brought a bag full of old stuff that he distributed to each one. Donnie had recieved a microscope for kids, the lents were cracked but that didn't bothered him at all. He was super happy. Raph recieved a "new" old bear plush, it looks like they sewed it's arms back together, and that was missing an eye and an ear, but that didn't bothered Raph at all. For Mikey, he recieved a book of stickers, the majority were gone but there were still some left. That didn't bothered him, he was also happy like his brothers.

Leo was watching the wholesome scene in front of him. He could remember how happy they were even with the smallest things like this. It didn't had to be brand new nor expensive for the kids to enjoy it. They were really happy with what they got. And even if it wasn't to their liking, they will still showed a smile because their father gave it to them thinking of them, and that was more then enough. Leo almost let some tears.

"And of course, I wouldn't forget about you, Blue." He was brought back from his thoughts. Splinter handed to him what it seems to be a Jupiter Jim comic. Leo observed the comic in his hands in desbeliefe. Not because he had really great comic of JJ, but because he wasn't expecting a nice surprise like this. Not for him. "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't read this things no more, do you? I should've known..."

"I love it." Leo interrupt his father he saw that he was so nervous. He didn't want him to think he didn't like it. On the contrary. It might be simple little comic book, but it was being given with love, that makes it special. "Thanks dad." He gave his dad a small hug. Even if Leo thought it wasn't enough gratitude.

Splinter was a little confused, but he still correspond the hug. "Uhm, sure. Anytime." They stood there for a couple minutes more. "Umm, blue. You could let go now. I need to cook us a meal for lunch time."

"Oh right. I'm sorry." Leo immediately let go. And saw how his father vanished into the kitchen.

"So this means our father doesn't give us anymore presents in the future, huh?" Observant. Leo turn to see that one who was asking. Donnie was who approached Leo to ask. It was only him, the other two stood behind playing with their "new" toys. Donnie seemed sad, but with a little bit of hope to think that he might have a different response from what his thinking. "What are you saying, Don-tron? Of course he still gives us presents. Why wouldn't he?" He lied. They're just six years old, and meaning that they'll stop receiving gifts in two years more. Until their dad enters the phase of depression. Leo didn't want them to know that... not yet.

Side note: I did this in honor to Angel and his amaizing blog/Au. If you liked it, I could continue with the small side, side, non-official, fan story. If not, is also fine, (it's my first time writing a story) I would love to hear some feedback and your opinion.

Thank you for reading 💙

-🌸

OK I READ THIS LIKE 3-4 TIMES AAAAAAAAA OMG??? WAAAAAAAA

Thinking bout Spinoff Leo and shaking NY fist at the sky cause man is going THROUGH it. Also him crying over the comic ;-; wAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS CAUSE IT'S REAL GOOD!!!! WAAA

#cryin my eyes out #bawlin #asks #kid leo au #kid leo asks

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angelmichelangelo · 5 months ago

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Whump #31, Storm's A Coming, Rise turtle tots dealing with flooding and thunder and lightning, Splinter trying to be comforting and reassuring.

turtle tots my shaylaaaaa !! thanks for the prompt, hope you enjoy :]

Freezing saltwater bubbles at the storm drains, pounding heavy against the manhole covers with a chorus of thunk, thunk, thunks that echo down the long, twisting tunnels that run beneath the city.

Coming in with it, the icy chill of the winter breeze that settles in across the home. Splinter wraps his robe around his middle a little tighter, chasing out the cold with only a limited amount of success, when another gust of air comes rushing through the sewer, making the fur on the back of his neck stand as a chill races down his spine.

It’d been hard enough, keeping four young infants healthy as well as just about alive in such squalor conditions such as the ones he’d recently found most resourceful for keeping them all away from such prying eyes.

He couldn’t risk it anywhere else, up above in the bustling city as well as the likes that remained Hidden. He didn’t feel particularly welcomed in either regard, and so, the sewer had felt most fitting for a rodent such as himself.

But his children – because that was what they were now, he’d decided without so much as a shadow of a doubt when they’d latched onto his thumb with all three little chubby little finger, and blinked up at him with those big, round, curious eyes. His children, he knew somewhere nestled in the heart he’d thought had broken beyond repair a long time ago, deserved so much more better than this.

A crack of thunder erupts from the sky, traveling down the storm drains and amplifying off the brick walls of their home, making it sound like it’d spawned right here in their makeshift living room.

With it comes the startled cry of his turtles, one by one they sound off before he’s rushing to them to do his best to soothe.

Raphael sits up in bed, his eldest child with one fist curled tightly into his old, moth bitten comforter, the other he’s jammed right into his mouth as big tears tracks down either sides of his face.

His twins, Donnie and Leo aren’t too far from one another, inseparable where they lay on the old twin mattress, clinging to one another with fat little fingers, hiccuping a chorus of sobs.

And his youngest, Mikey – almost entirely hidden away where he’s placed within a nest of blankets inside an old chest drawer, tucked up tight and safe inside the snug confines of his shell, vibrating just faintly with the sound of his mournful cry.

“Daddy!” Raph is clamouring to reach him, little feet getting caught up in the blankets before he’s kicking himself free to rush towards him, a drooled on hand outstretched towards him. “Daddy!”

He feels the tiny weight of his son as he barrels into his middle, sniffling and sobbing as he buries his face into his stomach. It sets off the twins, who start to fuss, clumsily trying to copy their big brother as they struggle to roll off their shells to get to him.

With Raph still attatched to him, Splinter makes his way to the other bed, one handedly scooping up Leo and Donnie, allowing them to hang off his side.

Then, he moves over to the wooden draw and picks up his youngest.

“Aw, come now,” he says, his best attempt to console each of them where they’re tucked up tight against him like barnacles spawning off his limbs and torso. “It’s only a bit of thunder.”

The sky erupts once more, bringing with it a clap of booming thunder to travel right through the sewers with yet another drawn out echo that makes all four of his children stiffen briefly before burrowing into him, little elbows and knees go digging about his ribs as they wail and claw at him for safety.

He’s able to make it back to the living room, dropping himself into the plush comfort of his armchair, a rare luxury item he’d been more than willing to take with open arms when he’d seen it lingering without supervision from the back of the moving van one summer’s evening when he’d gone topside to grab supplies.

Spongey springs fit to his shape where he nestles against the seat, his children fitting just as perfectly in his lap.

“It’s alright, little ones,” he hushes their sniffling, tracing a thumb across the swell of Raph’s face, gathering up the moisture that slides down his cheek from his nervousness. “It cannot hurt us, it’s just sound.”

“Loud!” Little Leo whines, patting his palms over the sides of his head repeatedly before gently moving over to do the same for his twin brother. Donnie whines in tandem and screws his face up, however Splinter knows his discomfort stems more from the sound of the thunder than it is at his brothers touchy actions.

Mikey has yet to reappear from where he’d tucked himself away in his shell, Splinter’s free hand comes to rest across the waxy, little shell, tapping gently rhythm against the grooves there.

“I know,” Splinter assures them once more, gathering them up to hold them close. “It’s just a storm, it will pass soon enough.”

Raphael sniffs, his snout wrinkles with his disdain, more tears and snot gathering across his face before his father is moving to wipe it away with the sleeve of his robe, not caring when it gets damp and heavy.

“How long?” He’s asking him, lashes clinging to more tears unshed, highlighting his fretfulness. “How long, Daddy?”

Peering upwards with a slight crane of his neck, Splinter could just about make out the flash of lightning that brightens up the street above through the sliver of sewer grate that greets in the light.

He waits, counting in his head between the flash of light and the boom of noise that follows. It earns him more point elbows and knees into his tummy and hips that has him squirming before they finally settle when the sound finally peters out.

“It’s moving away now,” Splinter drops his head to tell his son, once again gathering tears up underneath wide, frightful eyes.

“How—how do you know?” Raphael says with a tiny hiccup.

Looking up again towards the tiny patch of sky they can just about see, he nods for Raph to follow his gaze.

Another snap of lightening captures and highlights his awe. Splinter counts again, numbers drawing out further and further before the thunder follows.

Less reaction now between his sons, only grabbing tightly at the front of his robe without trying to worm under his skin.

“See that?” He asks his eldest, jostling him slightly on his knee. “That means it’s leaving us. It won’t stay, my child.”

Raphael sniffs, and then uses the back of his hand for good measure to wipe away the snot underneath his snout. “Really?”

Leo claps his hands together with enthusiasm, Donnie curiously following suit.

“Bang! Bang, bang!”

Another flash, another long delayed roll of thunder to come after it.

“See?” He drums his fingers against his youngest shell, his round, curious face now carefully creeping from the confines of his shell. “It’s going. It’s going, now.”

Raph breathes a sigh of relief, slumping against his fathers chest, head still tipped backwards to watch for the light, and then the sound, the two starting to seperate with distance.

Splinter allows them to stay with him for a little while longer, rocking them close by, gathered up into his arms until Mikey unfurls from his hiding place and Donnie and Leo go still and Raph’s breathing evens out where his chest is flush with his.

Cradling the back of his head, tracing sleepy patterns across his scutes until he feels his full, tiny weight sag against him with his impending slumber.

And much like the thunder and the cold and the winter, all that had plagued him before, would surely, and eventually, come to pass.

#ask #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fic #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2k18 #tmnt turtle tots

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honeylief · 1 year ago

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Prototype production has started!! Look forward to them in the coming weeks! - Each plush is going be roughly six inches sitting up! - One plush is $10, but price will adjust for international shipping - Supplier has suggested sixty in production count, but that amount can go higher! Total fund to be decided after prototypes are finalised ~

#rise of the tmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise tmnt #tmnt #rise raph #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #plush design #plushies #plush toy #turtle tots

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moriah-dooodles · 1 year ago

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Celebrating 40 YEARS Of Turtles!!!

I wasn’t able to do any of the drawing prompts so I wrote my answers out instead! (If you can’t tell, all of these answers relate mainly to ROTTMNT & Mutant Mayhem!)

TMayNT Art Contribution and Master Post

1. My favorite turtle is ALL OF THEM!

2. Favorite April O’Neil is the April O’Neil from Rise Of The TMNT & April from Mutant Mayhem

3. Favorite henchman are Huginn & Muninn (Baron Draxum’s henchmen) from ROTTMNT

4. AAH, I LOVE THE TURTLE TOTS!!! (From ROTTMNT & Mutant Mayhem)

5. Best Leo is the Leo from Rise Of The TMNT!

6. Favorite mutant ally: Todd Capybara & Cassandra Jones from ROTTMNT

7. Best turtle gadget is Donnie’s Tech-Bō from ROTTMNT

8. Favorite ally + Dynamics: I don’t know if this counts but… Mikey and Ice Cream Cat from ROTTMNT!

9. Best Raph is the Raph from Rise Of The TMNT!

10. “Oh my banana pancakes!” “Holly truffle mac & cheese!” “Oh my muffins!” - Rise Donnie

11. Favorite splinter is the one from Mutant Mayhem & second best is Splinter from Rise.

12. The Turtle Tank from ROTTMNT

13. Best Donnie is the Donnie from Rise Of The TMNT!

14. My favorite movie is the Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Movie & Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem

15. Favorite Karai is Karai Hamato from Rise Of The TMNT

16. I don’t have a favorite episode! They are all amazing (ROTTMNT)!

17. Best Mikey is the Mikey from Rise Of The TMNT!

18. Human versions!!! WHA—

19. Best Casey Jones is the Casey Jones from Rise Of The TMNT!

20. My favorite turtle merch is my official Rise Of The TMNT T-shirt and fan made ROTTMNT plush keychains!!!

21. Favorite Shredder is Rise Of The TMNT Shredder

22. Favorite turtle duo: The Disaster Twins (Donnie & Leo) and PB&J (Mikey and Donnie) also Raph and April are great too!

23. Favorite human ally…there aren’t many human ally’s in my favorite TMNT series…

24. Favorite turtle + villain dynamic: Hypno-Potamus & Warren Stone vs. the turtles!

25. (I don’t have a Turtlesona)

26. Favorite series is definitely Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!!!

27. Favorite mutant / alien villain: Big Mama & also Hypno-Potamus from Rise Of The TMNT

28. Favorite turtle theme song / intro song: Rise Of The TMNT theme song!

29. If you have ever watched “the cloths don’t make the turtle” episode from Rise, then you know that cloths look GREAT on the turtles!

30. Favorite human villain is Cassandra Jones! From Rise Of The TMNT

31. The turtles in my favorite styles: from Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles & Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem!

Tumblr turtle artist that I love (some of my favorite artstyles of the turtles):

- @/theelvishfiddler

- @/sunnyyyteaaa

- @/zenb0ii

- @/tapakah0

- @/somerandomdudelmao

- @/funneylizzie

- @/wickcipher

- @/2aceofspades

- @/lvl1cat

- @/abbyofcyn

- @/polygonpiscine

- @/pointss

- @/mrabubu

- @/imatheneonleon

- @snugglecat453

- @/concerningamountofcrows

- @/intotheelliwoods

- @/andva-ri

- @/sweeneydino

- @/sanfazu

- @/ffiascooo

- @/crowstare

- @/miniyunart

Honorable mention:

-@/risestarkiss (they don’t draw but I love their rambles!)

I had to post this before the month was over! AAAHHHH!!!

#TMayNT #tmayntchallenge #tmaynt day 1-31 #see I told you I would participate in some way!#tmnt #tmnt fandom #celebrating 40 years of turtles!#rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart #mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #challenge #may challenge #fellow artists

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carrots-bear · 5 months ago

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Lost & Found (February prompts)

By Bear | Started/Finished - 2/1/25

Rottmnt turtle-tot fic

“Waaaaappphhhh!!!!!” Mikey running as he wailed to his brother, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Mikey! What happened? Were Lee and Don making you watch Dad’s tv shows again? Grrrr, they better stop doin’ that er they’re gonna be in trouble,” Raph asked, assuming that the twins were being their disastrous selves and pushing the youngest of them all to do things he shouldn’t.

“N-n-no.” Mikey paused to sniff. “I-I-I— t-t-to-today�� w-w-wew¹, I w-was cowewing² wiff Squeak, an-an-an’… an’ t-then I w-went t-to-to p-pway Wou J-J-Jitsu wiff-f Wee an’ D-Dee-Dee, an’ w-when I w-w-went t-to g-get Squ-Squ-Squea-ea-eak—“ Mikey’s voice wobbled as he broke off again. He hiccuped and whined, hugging his big brother all the while, until he could continue his story— with some coaxing from Raph.

“C’mon, bud. Tell Raph an’ then he’ll help ya,” Raph comforted, rubbing his baby bro’s shell.

Mikey took a deep breath before continuing. “I w-went t-t-t-to ask Squea-eak if h-he wan-want-wanted to-o p-way— pwwwa- plllllaayyy W-W-Wou J-Jitsu-u wiff Weo an’ D-Donnie, b-b-but t-then-n-n I c-c-c-couldn’t-n’t-n’t f-fin-d-d h-h-him!” The little box turtle broke down again, crying as if someone had told him they’d killed a puppy.

“Well, where were you colorin’ with Squeak?”, Raph asked, remembering what his dad had taught him when he was Mikey’s age: back-track.

“W-w-we were in-n my woo-woo-woom,” Mikey stuttered with a trembling lip.

“Alright! Mike, get Donnie and Leo. We’ve got a do-phin³ to find!”, Raph ordered encouragingly.

“Okay!”, Mikey nodded, a smile emerging from his tearful face as his small tail began to wag. He dashed off, calling his older brother’s names. “LLLLLLLLLEEEEOOOO! DEEEEE-DEEEEEEE! WHEWE AWE YOOOOOUUUUUU!?”

Meanwhile, Raph dashed off to Mikey’s bed-room in hopes that /he/ might be able to find the tie-dye plush. “Hmmmm. If I was Mikey, where could I put Squeak?”

“You mean, ‘where /would/ I put Squeak’?”, Donnie offered, announcing the entrance of Raph’s brothers.

“Sure,” Raph waved him off. “Okay boys. This is a crime scene. It’s either a runaway, or a kidnapping.”

Mikey gasped, bringing his small hands up to his mouth. “No…” he whispered.

“So, we look everywhere!”, was Leo’s conclusion.

“But it’s a crime scene; you disturb no ebby-dense at the scene of a crime,” Donnie argued.

“Oh, yeah. That’s what all Dad’s soap oper’s say, anywhizz,” Leo thought with a nod.

“Soap opera,” Donnie corrected again.

“Nerd.”

“Dum-dum.”

“Guys! Stop! Mikey lost Squeak, and now /we all/ have to find him!”, Raph interrupted, putting his arms between the two.

“Okay, here’s the plan. We’ll look in here first, and then if we can’t find him, we’ll go to different rooms by ourselfff-sss until we fins him. And if /we/ can’t find Squeak, than we can ask Pops to help us! Got that?”, Raph asked as he looked around at his little bros. They nodded, all looking determined to find Mikey’s favorite toy.

“Hands in bros! Three, two, one, TURTLE POWER!!!!”, Raph began; all four shouted at the end, making silent, innocent promises that Squeak would be found.

Raph dashed to look under the make-shift dresser. Nothin’. He checked the drawers, all three, from top to bottom! Still no sign of Squeak. He walked over to the colorful pieces of paper and crayons.

Leo, Mikey, and Donnie approached Raph at the same time. “We looked everywhere we could think of. None of us found nothing,” Leo reported solemnly.

“Hm. Okay. Donnie, search the tv room. Leo, look in your room. Mikey, look in Dee’s room—“

“Why can’t I look in my own room?”, Donnie protested, stomping his foot.

“Because Mikey isn’t allowed to watch a lot of the stuff dad watches. Also, you’re the only one who doesn’t get completely ‘stracted from the tv,” Raph reasoned.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Donnie agreed, eye-ridges knit together in thought.

“I’ll look for Squeak in my room. Turtles, let’s roll out!”, Raph finished.

They all ran to their assigned rooms, making quick and thorough work of the search. Raph first looked at where he was sitting before he went to the kitchen to make lunch for the five Hamatos. He knew that his dad could get food for himself, but he didn’t get up much anymore, so Raph decided that he would make lunch for his dad to be extra responsible.

Raph looked under his blankets, and then his pillow, and then his mattress. He checked under the rug, in his own amassing pile of plush toys.

He checked his school corner, and craft corner, which was full of yarn at the moment, cakey and scavenged threafd fraying, as he was trying to teach himself how to crochet, or knit, or whatever it was called. He was using a discarded, muddled up kit manual to learn the craft.

Raph was getting sidetracked. Now’s the time to focus. Raph won’t rest until we find Squeak.

Well, maybe Raph’ll rest. How can I be able to look if I’m too sleepy to open my eyes! the reasonable voice in Raph’s head mentioned.

Anyways, Raph even checked his own dresser like he did with Mikey’s— and still nothing! “Well, I looked everywhere in here I can think of. I’ll check on Donnie’s room.”

Raph walked in to find Mikey trying to peek somewhere he couldn’t reach much less see. “Here, let me help,” Raph offered, scooping his youngest brother up and onto his shoulders.

“Woah! Waphie! You scawed me!”, Mikey exclaimed.

“Sorry, Mikey! Look at the top now. You can see more from up there,” Raph apologized.

“Wow! I’m the king of the woooowwwwwwwwwlllllllddddd!!!!!!”, Mikey cheered. Raph felt him lean forwards. “I can’t see him.”

“Did you look everywhere in here yet?”

“No— um, yes, um, I don’ know.”

“Okay. Did you look under the bed?”

“Yes.”

“Did you look on top of the bed?”

“Yes.”

“Did you under the rug?”

“Yes.”

And it continued like that for about two minutes, in the time of which Leo and Donnie walked in, both empty-handed, waited for approximately ten seconds, and then looked for Squeak on their own. However, both Leo and Donnie came fruitless of their labor again.

“Squeak isn’t in either of our rooms,” Leo interrupted, pointing to Donnie and himself.

“How do you know that?”, Raph asked suspiciously.

“Because I looked in my room. And Dee-Dee and I looked in here while you and Mikey were talking,” Leo explained.

“Oh. Okay,” Raph accepted easily, Mikey not leaving his shoulders. “Let’s check the kitchen.”

The four headed off again, determined to finish their mission. They looked everywhere they could. The cabinets, the counter, the oven— everywhere! But the beloved dolphin was nowhere to be seen.

“I’ll never see Squeak ever again!”, Mikey screamed before crying loudly. It was enough to get Splinter to come in and wonder what the matter was— or he was just getting hungry because it was a bit past his lunchtime.

“Orange! What is the matter, my son?”, he asked, crouching down to scoop the smallest brother into his arms.

Mikey could only hiccup and wail, and Donnie could only cover his ears, and Raph wasn’t fast enough, so Leo answered for the youngest: “He lost Squeaky, and we looked everywhere, but we can’t find him!”

Splinter tsked and shook his head. “A lost Squeaky? Well, we can’t have that, can we? Hmmm, let’s see.” Splinter swiveled his head around, his eyes searching for an orange dolphin toy. Mikey was sniffing and hiccuping in Splinters arms still, though he had calmed down quite a bit.

“Dad, we already told you that we looked everywhere! Squeaky isn’t—“ Raph tried to explain. However, he was interrupted by his father.

“Non-sense! Squeaky is right there on the counter, see?”, Splinter pointed. Though the three eldest turtles could not believe it, there he was! Squeaky the Dolphin! In the flesh!— um, fluff?

Raph, Donnie, and Leo’s jaws dropped, but Mikey gasped, and then squealed. “Eeeeeeee!!!!!! Daddy, you find-ed him! You find-ed Squeaky!” He squirmed out of his father’s arms and ran towards the stuffed animal that was just larger than his head. He snatched it from the counter and hugged it tight. “Oh, Squeaky! I’ww nevew wose you again! I pwomise!”

“Now we can play Lou Jitsu!”, Leo cheered.

“Yeah!”, Mikey joined his red-eared brother.

The two ran off, Donnie not far behind in his oversized hoodie. Raph hesitated, but Splinter grunted and smiled. “Thank you for helping your brother, my Red. Go play; I will prepare lunch.”

“Thanks, Pops!”, Raph grinned and then ran off to join his brothers in a fun game of pretend.

—————Nine Years Later—————

“Aha! Found ya! I’m glad you made it through the Shredder’s attack, how ‘bout it buddy?”, Mikey spoke gently to the battered old dolphin plush as if he had seen everything that had happened to their childhood home.

“Mikey! It won’t hold for much longer! Hurry up!”, he heard Donnie call from the safest exit of their now-unrecognizable home.

“Coming!”, he called back. “We’re going to a new home now…… I’m glad I didn’t lose ya, Squeak. I’m glad I found you again.”

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It was gonna be a fun silly little thing but then I decided that I'd add some angst at the end :^ bc why not >:]

I'm late for this, but that's okay. I'll try to get today's written today :D

I'm going to assume that most people can understand toddler when put to print, so I just included a few translations below

Prompt by @monthlywritingchallenges

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Footnotes:

1.) Five y.o. for "well"

2.) Five y.o. for "coloring"

3.) Pronounced as "dough-fin"

#Lost and found #February prompts #My writing #Writing #Writing prompts #February prompts 2025 #Writing prompts 2025 #Rottmnt #Rottmnt turtle tots #Turtle tots #Squeak #Rottmnt squeak #I have squeak and my other childhood toys for the boys drawn out #May post that at somepoint #FindingFebruary

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