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Leo stared at the screen in silent disbelief. His teammates were not nearly as quiet.
“WE WON!” Mikey whooped, doing a little jig in place. “Told you we could do it!”
“Yeah!” Raph crowed, stars practically, oh wait no, literally— how was he doing that— in his eyes. “I told you, we did awesome!”
…Had they been part of the same performance Leo had?
“I was a little worried about his version of me,” Donatello chipped in, gesturing at Leo. “He looked about ready to throw up.”
“At least my Leo had a bucket,” Raph said, nodding. “Not that he ended up needing it.”
“Yeah man,” Mikey agreed. “And that song was a lotta fun too! Hard-knocker living!”
“A Hard-Knock Life,” Donatello corrected. “From Annie?” Mikey stared blankly. “The musical about a plucky orphan getting adopted by a billionaire?”
“Oh man I hate billionaires,” Mikey said, making a face. “They taste awful.”
…Leo was fairly sure Mikey was mixing up his words again. Fairly sure.
“We could have used a little more consistency,” Donatello said. “Other than Michelangelo— my Michelangelo’s— team, none of us were really dressed the part.”
“I dunno,” Raph said, flexing. “I thought our costumes were pretty fun! Though all those bug costumes seemed to freak that little me out.”
“Oh yeah, Raph’s got a major thing about bugs,” Mikey said. “You should see him around real ones.”
Privately, Leo wondered what on earth had gotten his Raph to put on that whole get-up. He’d had an entire light strapped to his butt.
“I could have done without the screaming though,” Donatello said. “It made it hard to make sure I was in the right key.”
“Hey!” Mikey said defensively. “At least he wasn’t stealing somebody else’s part!”
Raph winced. “Yeah. Donnie can get a little… enthusiastic.”
Enthusiastic. Sure. Good word for tripping the squishy Raphael over and then stepping over him to take his place.
“I wish we’d had more time to go over the… movements,” Leo said.
“Yeah,” Donatello agreed. “It was a little embarrassing, watching the gap-toothed alternate of myself knock the bucket over.”
“I dunno, I think we did pretty good,” Mikey said.
“You had a mid-air collision with one of your counterparts,” Leo said flatly.
“Oh yeah we did. But bro, c’mon!” Mikey grabbed his arms and started to shake Leo. “Did you see the moves on that guy?!”
Leo planted his hand on Mikey’s face and pushed him off. “Yes,” he said flatly.
“It was real funny how your Raph ended up slipping in the puddle though,” Raph said to Leo, grinning. “And then you and the little Leo ended up waltzing.”
Leo’s shoulders hunched, his face getting hot. “That was why I wish we’d had more time to practice,” he mumbled.
“Ooooh ooooh!” Mikey waved his hand in the air. “And then there was my Leo and how he couldn’t sing like, anything!”
“At least he wasn’t like his Michelangelo,” Donatello said, jerking a thumb at Leo. “He just lay down in the middle of the stage!”
“Shell, I wish that were me,” Leo said under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“And that throw looked so fun!” Mikey said to Raph, “Why did you throw him instead of me?!” he whined, gesturing at Donatello.
“Uh, well you were a little out of it after cracking your head on my Mikey’s. So, I, panicked?” Raph said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“I wish you’d had better aim,” Donatello said crossly. “I broke two spotlights, you know.”
“Sorry.”
“Hey at least portal-Leo making ‘em land on the sides of the stage made for an epic finale!” Mikey said cheerfully.
The four fell quiet for a moment, remembering the performance with varying degrees of fondness.
Then: “You know after discussing all this, I see what my Michelangelo meant when he yelled we were all a disgrace to musical theater,” Donatello commented.