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No fair! I want a ride too!” Mikey pouts as he stamps on the ground.
“You have to be this cool to ride this ride, Mike!” Leo puffs out his chest as he rides an unsteady Donnie.
“Get off of me, Leo!” Donnie is trying his best to shake his annoying brother off, but he’s stuck on his back like glue.
Every second Mikey is watching Leo riding Donnie like a wild bull, his jealousy increases.
Crossing his small arms, Mikey plops down on the ground. Donnie’s agitation grows by the minute.
“Do I even want to know what you’re doing?” Raph enters, letting out a sigh. Raph’s hands sink at the sides of his shell as Leo’s gaze turns to him.
“I’m taming this wild turtle!” Leo laughs.
“You don’t say.” Raph rolls his eyes at him, soon to be jumped by Mikey pulling his left arm.
Two big sparkly eyes look back at him.
“Raphie, will you be my horsey?” Throwing in his special curled up lip, Raph could no longer look away from his little bro.
“I don’t know.. I don’t really-“ Raph sweats.
“Pleaseeee?”
Raph falls silent, feeling his own will waver.
“Fine..”
Mikey hops back on his feet with a squeal.
“YAY! I got a big horsey!” Without a moment of hesitation, Mikey crawls on Raph’s back. “Giddy up!” He says, tapping his legs at the sides of Raph’s shell.
“You know if I’m a horse, doesn’t that make you a knight?” Raph snickers down on all fours. He then gives Leo a side glare, which Leo returns with an offended gasp.
“You’re RIGHT!” With excitement now through the roof, Mikey stands atop Raph's back. Raph takes hold of Mikey’s ankles to make sure he doesn’t drop off.
“I! The Goodest Turtle of Oranges! Challenge you to a battle of knives!” He points at Leo, greatly fond of his new height and power.
Leo tries his best to hold back his laughter. “Pfft, knives!”
“Yeah, knife as in can you get off my back now, because you’re stabbing my back with your stupid feet.” Exhausted from the fight of getting Leo off, Donnie has partly given in. Going along with this whole knights play seems less tiring.
“No way! We have been challenged! Me! The Cool… Coolio! And my wild horse the.. Crazy Dum Dum?” Leo shrugs, going with it.
“I’m going to hurt you after this is over, Leo.” Donnie glares at Leo, a red shimmer in his eyes causes Leo to gulp.
“H-Hey now! Horses don’t talk!” He pets Donnie’s head, pushing the growling head down in the process. “Now, Goodest Turtle of Orange- who also needs a shorter name- have at thee!” With a slight kick on Donnie’s side, his horse rushes to battle.
With a mighty battle cry, the two meet in the middle. Leo and Mikey lock arms as their horses collide.
“There’s no way you’re going to win this, Mike!’’ Leo grins, slowly gaining more ground.
“Do the thing!’’ Raph shouts while sliding backwards.
“What thing?’’ Mikey asks, receiving a wink together with a curly lip.
“Ohhh!’’ Realization hits as Mikey pulls away his arms.
“Hah! Giving in, huh? I guess you finally see I’m the better knight!’’ Leo brags without regret. “Hm?’’ Leo notices the small orange knight’s face to be hanging forward. Sir Coolio’s eyes widen. “Oh no! Did I hurt you?!’’ He then places his hand on his little brother’s shoulder.
“No..’’ Mikey looks back up, his eyes twinkling like a new born puppy. “I just, I really want to win..’’ He sobs, tears fall on Raph’s arm.
Raph pets Mikey’s foot from below.
“There, there Goodest turtle of Orange. Maybe next time.’’ Raph downcasts his gaze.
Leo bites his lower lip as he weighs his pride against the sadness of his brother when he loses.
“Gah!’’ Leo dramatically faints, flailing as he hits the ground. “Goodest turtle of Orange! Your cute turtleness has..’’ Leo quickly bends towards Donnie.
“Slain.’’ Donnie sighs, rubbing his aching back.
“Thanks.’’ He winks.
“You have slain me! Blergh..’’ With tongue sticking out and eyes closed, silence fills the room.
“I did it!’’ Mikey high fives with his big brother Raph, his smile as bright as his invisible blade.
“Great job, Mike!’’ Raph matches Mikey’s wide smile.
As they do their victory lap, Raph and Leo nod with one another. This was a small sacrifice to see the greatest smile of all. A genuine and pure knight marching off to Master Splinter to inform him of their knightly achievement.