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A/N: This fic owes it's origin to my neighbor's cat & 54 Viruses' fic 'Addictions'.

Donnie's Bad Morning

Underneath the busy streets of New York City is a whole other world, a world supposedly populated by enormous crocodiles and other equally mythical creatures.

However all stories aren't lies. Let us visit the lair of one such 'tale'- a group of mutant ninja turtles. More specifically the lair's kitchen where we see one purpled-masked bo-staff wielding turtle frantically searching through each and every drawer and cupboard, strange, seeing as the sun's still got more than two hours till duty calls, but not the strangest thing that this particular household has experienced.

"Where is it?!" mutters Donatello, rummaging through a cupboard. "Please tell me we haven't run out again!!"

Suddenly he pulls out a pouch of instant coffee and dumps into the coffee machine, waiting rather impatiently for it to finish percolating.

"Finally!!" he exclaims, snatching the pot and chugging down half the jug, before realizing that the coffee is boiling hot and dancing over to the sink and putting his mouth under the cold water tap for a solid three minutes.

Approaching the coffee pot, rather warily, for the second time he takes a swig only to spit it a second later.

"Poison!" ( translation: Decaf) he mutters scandalized making his way to the sanctuary of his lab. By the time he reaches his desk he's muttering weakly about his need for caffeine, this lasts till he boots up his P.C. Soon he's lost in chasing down some scientific fact or invention in the vast reaches of the Internet.

Who should walk in right now but the lair's resident cat Klunk, though the rather dubious honor of his ownership went to Michelangelo, Klunk was quite impartial in his dealings with the turtles. After rubbing up and down Donnie's leg, he realizes more drastic measures are required to gain attention, so he jumps up onto Donnie's keyboard, curling up quite contentedly. This however results in more attention than he desires as a result of which he exits the lab huffily, with his tail in the air, resolving not to grace Donnie with his presence for a month or two.

Donnie turns back to his P.C muttering about 'demon cats', before discovering his P.C has been rebooted, his Internet history and cookies cleared and his current(unsaved) work lost.

The resulting scream of agony startled the remaining inhabitants awake, but after a few minutes they all settled back in their beds with one thought in their minds.

"We're out of coffee again."

The End

A/N No. 2: The incident with the cat really happened to my brother, luckily he didn't lose any of his work.