Title: "Family Movie Night"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary: Splinter knows the best way to watch a movie.
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 2 May, 2012
Challenge: For a TMNT-Tuesdays LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Splinter, all other characters mentioned within, and The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are ᄅ & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. Everything else is ᄅ & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

"Radical!" Donatello exclaimed, smiling satisfactorily.

"You fixed it?" Mikey asked hopefully. Leo looked up from his book. Donatello began a long, scientific explanation intended to clarify what had happened, but it went completely over Michelangelo's head. He let it go without waving bye and bounced up and down on the couch, instead, exclaiming, "Totally tubular!"

"Well," Raphael lamented, taking off his fedora, "I was going to go to the movies, but I guess it can wait." He appeared to ignore the loud blast of thunder that truly didn't faze his little brother's laughter.

"You get it, dudes? "Totally tubular"? You know, tube, like the TV's a boob tube and everything?"

"We get it, Mikey." Leo shut his book.

"Yeah," grumbled Raph. "The only boob in here is you."

"So," Donatello asked, "what did you get for us, Mikey?"

"Oh, you're gonna love these!" Mikey hopped off the couch and headed for the TV.

Don stood quickly to block his path. "Just give me the tapes, Mikey."

"Aw, come on! I got 'em! I wanna put it in!"

"Mikey," Donatello tried to reason, "the whole problem with the video cassette recorder was caused by the stickiness of the pasteurized - "

Mikey blinked. "Huh?"

"Cheese," explained Donnie. "You got cheese inside it."

"It was hungry."

Donatello groaned and slapped his dome. Sighing heavily, Leonardo picked his book back up. Growling softly, Raphael reached for his fedora. Thunder blasted outside as rain poured down on the street above.

An aged throat cleared as softly as a butterfly's wings whispering through the sewer. The Turtles immediately looked up. Leo jumped to his feet. "Master Splinter."

Splinter smiled. His long tail swished. He gestured at Leo to stay put and moved forward to Donatello and Michelangelo. He held out a paw to Mikey, who, despite his obvious surprise, handed him the tape.

Splinter stepped forward again. Donatello moved silently out of his way. He slid the tape in and took his chair. His sons were still looking at him as the credits began rolling. Splinter smiled reassuringly. "I must confess," he spoke, "that I have rather been looking forward to our Friday night viewing all week."

His sons grinned, making Splinter's smile grow. Leo and Donnie hurried to take their seats. Mikey hopped back to the couch and the old table sitting before it. "Who's for more pizza?"

Raphael thought no one saw his smile as he removed his fedora and trench, but Splinter did. "Deal me in," the red-banded turtle spoke, and Mikey quickly tossed him a slice. He caught it on his sai and bit off a chunk.

"Who thinks the VCR wants more?"

"MIKEY!" his brothers shouted at once, but it was Splinter's quiet, "Michelangelo!", that made his youngest take his seat. Splinter looked over his family as his boys took in the movie. His happy smile glowed on his furry face as he thought this really was the best way to go to the movies and wished this family time could last forever.

The End