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Prompt 80, Why?

Three turtle brothers crouched in their secret hiding place, not daring their voices to rise above a whisper. Truth be told, the fourth brother could have found them easily—if he knew that they were hiding from him in the first place.

"I'm really getting sick of it!"

"I am too, but what can we do about it. I mean other that smacking him every time," he added, cutting off his brother's suggestion.

"Hmm…" the third turtle, who hadn't spoken a word before this, stroked the ends of his bandana thoughtfully. "You know, turn about is supposed to be fair play. Why don't we just meet him with his own game?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me, but we can't be too obvious about it, at least not at first."

"Agreed."

The three turtles shook each other's hands and crawled out of their hiding spot.

Michelangelo glared as Leonardo stepped in front of the television, blocking his view. He leaned towards one side, trying to see around his brother, but the eldest turtle blocked his once again. The game music played a disparaging tune.

"Aw, man, Leo! You just made me die!"

"Mikey," Leonardo shook his head, "it was time for training five minutes ago. Sensei sent me to get you."

A mischievous spark suddenly lit up the youngest's blue eyes. "Why?"

"Because Donatello and Raphael are already starting to train."

"Why?"

Leonardo sighed. This was looking to take much longer than he had hoped. "Because they actually followed Master Splinter's orders to start training at the exact same time that we have been training for the past ten years."

"Why?" A smirk slowly creeped across Michelangelo's face.

"Why not?"

The grin turned into a surprised frown. "Dude, you aren't supposed to say it back!"

"Why?"

"Well, um, it just isn't what you're supposed to do."

"Why?"

"I don't know! You just aren't!" Michelangelo sat back, crossing his arms, while sticking his lower lip out in a pout.

Down below in the dojo, Donatello and Raphael exchanged amused glances while the purple-clad turtle swung his weapon at his brother's head. "Looks like our plan's working."

"Yeah," Raphael blocked his brother's bo with one sai. "Now maybe Mike'll finally stop sayin' 'why' to everything."

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