Just a happy little piece to throw at you guys. Hope you like.

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"So, what's the name of this game again?"

"It's called 'Whatta ya Know'", April said, placing the box down in the center of the table. "It's fun."

"Is it some sort of trivia game?" Don asked curiously, noticing the question-mark design on the box.

April smiled, "Sort of, but it also requires some knowledge of your fellow players."

"How do you mean?" Don inquired. Raph punched him in the shoulder and cut April off.

"Just tell us how it works already."

"Ever the patient one aren't you, Raph?" Casey jeered.

Raph growled and held up a fist. "Shut up, flesh-bag, you're just as eager to get this over with as I am."

"Raph..." Leo warned.

The hothead huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair. "If you ask me this 'family game night' thing is just a whole lot of bull."

"And that's exactly why nobody's asking you." Donnie grumbled.

Before Raph could reply, an overeager turtle named Michelangelo skipped into the room and joined them at the table, eying the cards excitedly.

"Ooh! Ooh! A new game! Teach me! Teach me! Teach me!"

April rolled her eyes and smiled, explaining the rules of the game as clearly and concisely as possible.  "Each round one person will pull a card from the stack. We'll each take turns going clockwise. That particular person will read the card aloud. I'll show you." She drew a card and read it out, "Color. Then you choose favorite or least favorite and say it aloud. So I'll say: 'Favorite'. Now, each of you gets one guess. Whoever is right, takes the card, and whoever has the most cards in the end wins."

Leo hummed. "What if two or more people guess the correct answer?"

"It's first come first serve."

"And if it's a tie where they guess at the same time?"

"The reader pulls and reads another card as a tiebreaker."

"And if no one guesses right?" Don asked curiously, programming the rules into his head.

"The reader keeps the cards."

Raph sighed. "This game is going to take forever. We're brothers."

"I don't know, Raph, you might find you don't know us as well as you think you do." Leo said with a grin.

"Like you dum-dums could be that discreet."

"Are you guys ready to start?" April asked, a bright smile on her face.

Mikey nodded eagerly. "Me first! Me first!" He drew a brightly colored question-mark card off the stack. His grin spread from ear to ear. "Food. Least favorite," he dragged out the word tauntingly. The table fell silent.

The more Leonardo wracked his brain the more he felt positive that there was no such thing as a least favorite food for Mikey.

April whispered softly, "If no one answers, the card will automatically go to Mikey."

Raph sighed and tapped on the table, absent-mindedly. "Turtle soup." He said, holding out his hand.

Everyone around the table stared at Mikey. The youngest looked disturbed.

"How the shell did you know that?!"

Raph shrugged nonchalantly, snatching the card out of Mikey's hand. "I dunno, you musta mentioned it in passing."

The orange-masked turtle shuddered a little. "This game's creepy. It's like he read my mind."

"I don't think Raph has the patience for that, Mikey."

The hothead shot a scalding glare at the brainiac and Donnie threw up his hands before reaching down to take a card from the deck. "Favorite Fruit."

A chorus of voices rose from around the table, raucously.

"Pomegranate!" Casey said. When Don glared at him he shrugged his shoulders, "Dunno, just seemed like a good guess."

"Cherry!" said April.

The brainiac shook his head.

Certain he was going to get it right, Leo exclaimed, "Apples!"

Don smiled. "Good guess, but no."

"Aw, that was my guess, too." Mikey bit his lip, thinking hard. He grinned and blurted out: "Strawberries."

"Nope."

"Aw, sewer apples." Mikey pouted. He had really wanted to get himself a card.

The room fell silent as Raphael once again stuck his hand out in the center of the table. "Blackberries." He didn't even bother looking up at their faces.

Don timidly handed the card over to his immediate older sibling without a word. He looked a little uncomfortable.

Raph finally looked up to find everyone staring at him with shocked faces. He flushed a little. "What?! Why the shell do ya think the fridge is chocked full of the little buggers whenever they're in season?!"

Leo blinked and thought about it. Raph did have a point. There were always a suspicious amount of blackberries in the fridge during their peak season, but...maybe the hothead just had an insanely good memory for that kind of thing.

The eldest cleared his throat and drew a card.

"Book"

The room went silent. Raphael sighed. "Favorite, or least favorite?" he asked.

Leo stared intensely at his immediate younger brother. The others stiffened and drew back a little. Finally, Leo answered.

"Least favorite."

Raph's eyes narrowed and he leant forward, theatrically rubbing his chin. For once the resident hothead seemed cool and collected. He appeared to be deep in thought.

"Do you fold?" Leo asked with a grin.

"Coraline."

Everyone looked at Leo. Then at Raph. Then back at Leo. Then back to Raph again, and finally, back to Leo. Leonardo's jaw dropped, triggering gasps of astonishment from the other family members.

Raph smirked and leaned triumphantly back in his chair. He explained to the others. "You read it when we were eleven. Had nightmares for an entire week."

"Raph!" Leo groaned, hiding his face with his hand.

Raphael smiled. "What?"

"I seem to remember someone promising not to tell our brothers?" Leo whined.

The hothead smirked. "That was six years ago!"

"It still counts." Leo's hand fell so that Raphael could see his glare.

"Come on, big brother, they need to know you're as much a living turtle as we are."

"I'm sure they already know that, Raph."

"Relax Leo. It's good to know even you get scared, once-in-a-while."

Donnie absorbed Raph's words and said softly, "He's right. It is." He smiled and patted Leo on the shoulder.

Leo sighed. "Hence my grievance with Raph's infernal nickname. You know for a fact I'm not fearless," he said.

"But you still need to be reminded of it every once in a while."

"Way to bring a turtle down, Raph."

Raph shrugged. "I can't help that I'm a realist."

"You're more of a pessimist, Raph," Don pointed out.

April drew a card. "Favorite mythical animal."

"Unicorns!" Mikey exclaimed.

"No."

"Manticore?" Don guessed.

"Dragon?" Leo submitted.

April shook her head, "No."

"Chimera?" Casey hazarded a guess.

April was not amused. "No, of course not."

All eyes slid expectantly to Raphael. He stared back at them. "What, now you think I know all the answers?"

"Based on what we've seen so far, it's a fair assumption," Don pointed out.

"Well, I don't." Raph said.

"So you secede this round?" Leo asked, looking smug.

"I didn't say that." Raph murmured. He hummed and fixed his glare on April. Finally, he answered, "Phoenix."

April looked very disturbed. "How did you—"

"Doesn't matter. Point is, he somehow knows everything," Don said and rolled his eyes. "Casey, it's your turn."

Casey stood from the table. "Unlike you guys, I can tell when I'm beaten, even if it is only the first round. I fold. I don't need Raph humiliating me in front of the rest of this table."

"Naw, you do that on your own."

Casey punched Raph in the shoulder for that crack and the hothead smiled.

"Okay, so Casey's out, guess that makes it my turn?" Raph asked.

"Finally, I can have a chance to win a card!" Mikey exclaimed in relief.

Raph smiled. "Oh you think so?" He drew a card. "Favorite—" his eye-ridges rose and he lowered the card a little.

"Something wrong?" Leo asked, growing amused when he saw the way that Raph was glaring at the card as though it had done something to offend him.

The hothead let the card fall to the table.

"Favorite hobby."

The brothers all looked at each other. Leo was the first to speak.

"Training?"

Raph scoffed. "That's you, Fearless."

"I meant strength training."

Raph paused and considered. "Can I lie?"

April glared at him. "The whole point of this game is to be genuine Raph, that way you learn things about people that you never knew before."

He sighed. "Fine," he turned to Leo. "No."

"Oh! Oh! I know! It's spending time with me!" Mikey said, hopping up and bouncing over to Raph and leaning against his shoulder. Raphael grabbed him by the face and pushed him away.

"Only thing I enjoy about that is kicking your shell, little brother." Raph grumbled, but Mikey could see the affection in his eyes.

Mikey smiled.

The cogs in Donatello's mind were still whirring. If Raph could deduce he liked blackberries from simply noticing the unusual amounts of them in the fridge, then Don knew he should be able to deduce the answer to this question, no matter how closely the hothead played his cards to his plastron. His mind rushing into overdrive, Don eyed his immediate older brother. He thought of all the years gone by and all the times he and Raph had spent hours in the garage.

"Working on engines."

"Better, but still no."

Don's bottom lip pushed out. He gnawed on it. After a few moments he slammed his hand down on the table, making everyone jump and look at him. He stared straight into Raph's eyes, which was no easy feat. Their gazes locked.

Raphael's lips curled. Challenge accepted. So, the brainiac thought he could get the hothead to crack. Unlikely.

"Watching sports."

"Nope."

"Cartoons."

"Nope."

"Collecting vintage magazines."

"Nope."

Don leaned across the table into his older brother's space. The others pulled back a little to allow the battling brothers room. Don recalled something more obscure from their childhood days.

"Poetry."

Raph's smirk dimmed a little. He hesitated, his eyes downcast. "Closer, but not quite the form you're looking for."

That was a clue. Form as in art form. Donnie took his brother's word and ran with them.

"Music...er...playing drums."

Raph shook his head.

"Drawing."

"Medium," Raph coughed.

"Painting, then?"

Raph rubbed the back of his neck and flicked the card across the table. "Took ya long enough, brainiac. Was wonderin' just how many hints ya were gonna need."

"I like drawing better." Casey said, offhandedly.

Raph grumbled. "Nobody asked you, Jones."

"Now that I know for sure you don't have this game rigged, I'll play," Casey said.

"Then you'll have to wait till we come around to your turn again." Leo stated flatly.

April smiled. Looks like this game night was going even better than planned. Raph had stayed for a full round, which didn't always happen since he wasn't the most patient turtle on the planet. And not many games could hold Donatello's interest. Leo was usually the most obliging when it came to games, but unfortunately he was a real stickler for rules, which made him difficult to play with sometimes. Michelangelo was always a ball of energy, but if the game wasn't dynamic enough, he, too, would soon lose interest.

It was refreshing to see all four turtles enjoying themselves without the threat of Shredder or a planetary invasion hanging over their heads. Casey Jones also seemed to be having a good time, though it wouldn't be long before he'd have to get going. He had to get plenty of sleep because he'd landed a part-time job at the hockey supply store down the block from his dad's apartment. Unfortunately for him, that meant taking all the early shifts on weekends.

"Favorite cartoon character."

"Chip the Woodchuck."

"Simon Squirrel."

"Happy Harry."

"No, no, and no."

"Roger Rabbit," Casey said.

Mikey smiled, "Ding, ding, ding! And the hockey player gets it."

"Hey, I'm starting to like this game," Casey said, leaning forward to take the card from Mikey's hand.

"Now that he's won, he likes it," Raph grumbled.

"Ass," Casey grumbled

"Bonehead," Raph shot back.

"Clown."

"Dimwit."

"Eejit."

"You made that up." Raph's hand clenched into a fist, subtly warning Jones to back off.

Casey Jones, of course, brilliantly ignored the gesture and fought back. "I did not!"

"Yeah, you did."

"Did not!"

"Did, too!" Raph glared.

"Did not!" Casey persisted.

"Did, too!"

April's peaceful reverie shattered, she stood up between the two hotheads. "Alright, preschoolers, it's time for recess!" She shouted.

Both boys resumed their seats and grumbled.

"Fool."

"Goon."

"Halfwit."

"Idiot."

Donatello watched them with a slight pout. "I don't know whether to insult their lack of originality or join them."

Michelangelo smiled. "You know what they say, Don. If ya can't beat 'em—"

Grinning evilly, Don opened his mouth, but Leo beat him to it.

"Jerks." Leo said evenly, crossing his arms across his plastron.

Raphael's caustic green glare turned on him.

"Kook!" Raph shouted, emphatically.

"Lame-brain." Mikey commented, grinning.

Raphael looked about ready to explode. Casey Jones smiled and leaned back in his seat to enjoy the view.

"Rgh! Motor-mouth!"

"Nimrod." Donnie submitted.

Realizing that his brothers had jumped in on his and Casey's fun, Raph's rage died down a little. He cracked both sides of his neck and smirked evilly at them. They stiffened. "You oafs think you're strong enough to make it all the way through the alphabet? Cause I can go all the way."

Leo, Donnie and Mikey looked at each other. Leo grinned. "Between the three of us? We can beat you with our eyes closed."

"We'll see about that, Pin-heads."

"Hey, that was two letters!" Donnie groused.

Raph crossed his arms. "Would you rather I call you a Poindexter, Don?"

Donatello's eyes lit up and he snarled. "Oh you're asking for it, Quimby."

Raphael's eyes narrowed.

Casey lifted the tension a little by jumping back in, "Runt."

Raph wheeled around on him, and said,  "Twirp!"

The game continued as the other turtle brother each took their turns.

"Undersized, short-stuff." Leo teased.

Raphael leapt from the table and jumped on him. "Least I'm taller than Mikey, vomit-breath."

"Wuss." Donnie murmured.

April sighed and rolled her eyes. Boys. Seriously, they found amusement in the crudest things. She just sat at the table and watched as Leo tossed Raphael off.

Casey looked a little worried and called out to Raph's brothers, "Anyone got anything for X?"

"Xanthodont," Raph growled.

"You made that up."

"Did not!" Raph retorted, maturely.

"Did so!" Casey argued.

Before it could turn into another childish argument of nah-huh, yah-uh, Donatello intervened.

"Did not," the brainiac corrected. "It means: one whose teeth are yellow."

Casey pouted and crossed his arms. "Well it's nothing no non-nerd would ever hear."

"You calling me a nerd, yob?"

Donnie raised a hand to his chin thoughtfully and looked at Casey Jones. "You know, that actually kinda fits him."

Raph smirked at the praise and refused to answer Casey's demanding questions about what it meant.

"It ain't fair when you guys all gang up on me!" Casey whined.

"Shoulda thought of that before ya let 'em join in, ya zit-face!"

"I am not! My skin is clear as—as—"

Raph smiled. "Aw, come on, Case. Ya know I'm just joking."

Casey's eyes narrowed. "You better be."

"Would I lie to you?" Raph asked, flashing a bright smile.

Casey smiled back and they fist-bumped. Then the human teenager looked at the time. "Shoot, man, I gotta go. Got the early shift at the shop tomorrow. See you guys on Monday!"

"See ya, Casey." The turtles chimed as Casey Jones hopped over the turnstiles and left.

A brief silence spread over them. They all looked at each other. Mikey smiled.

"So, who's up for a few more rounds of 'Whatta ya Know?'" he asked.

April smiled and grabbed her bag. Might as well leave now. This game was going to get too competitive for her standards. She'd rather just go and let the turtles have their fun.

The red-masked turtle smirked. "I can beat you three any day."

"Oh yeah? Prove it, meathead!" Don said.

"Oh, I will."

Leo laughed and went to follow his brothers. On his way back to the table, he realized that April was gone and that her bag was no longer hanging on the chair. He looked around and saw her heading for the lair entrance.

"Hey, April, you gonna join us for another round?"

She smiled and shook her head. "Nah, I think you guys will do just fine on your own. I gotta head home. My dad promised to help me with a science project."

"Okay. Have fun."

"You too. Try to keep Raph from killing Donnie?" She asked, teasingly.

Leo's face lit up. He looked over at where his younger siblings were sitting around the table, already pushing and shoving each other like kindergarteners. He laughed and shook his head.

"I'll do my best."

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Review Please, how was it?

I have been working on this for forever. I've just been hesitant to post it because it doesn't really go anywhere. It's really just a fun little piece.

What do you guys think?