Donnie sighed, remembering that it had only been a few exhausting hours since they'd gotten the turtle tots back to the lab. He winced, biting back a hiss when the little turtle in his arms grabbed the tails of his bandana and yanked hard at them. "Woah there, T01, don't tug on those..." he chastised lightly, looking down at the softshell baby making little clicks and chirps to herself. The baby was a light brown color, her shell being a dark, rich, maroon in comparison and she had dark black spots. Upon closer inspection she had scars on her throat, which Donnie was rather unhappy with.

"So, Donnie, Ya got the info, right? What species and ages are they?" Leo asked gently, looking at his twin with an impatient stare. Donnie sighed and pulled the sheets of paper into view. "Says here T01 is a Florida softshell, similar to myself, T02 and T02B, the two Mikey's holding are a... common snapper, that's T02, and a Painted turt-" he winced at another tug to his bandana. "Painted turtle, T02B. T03 is..." he flipped through the files. "a Chinese softshell, and the other twins, T04 and T05 are..." he blinked in surprise.

"What are they?" Raph asked, protectively holding the infants in his large hands. "Is it bad? Are they hurt worse than what we've seen?" Donnie raised a hand to silence his brother. "T05 is a tortoise, not a turtle, Galapagos Tortoise, she'll outlive all of us, even her brother if you decide you want to be a parent, Raph. T04 is a Scorpion Mud." Raph nodded in understanding and cooed gently at the kids stirring awake in his arms. "Don't worry, if I handled you three as kids, I could handle twins easy..." He said gently, shaking his head as he held the two chirping infants in his arms. "... But they will need food soon..." Donnie sighed and shook his head, looking at Raph.

"So, we're keeping them all, I suppose?" Donnie asked, feeling a tug at his mask again and he hissed lowly. "I'll take care of the Florida Softshell I suppose I would be adequate as a caretaker to her, seeing as we're both soft-shell." He explained, taking the girls hands off his bandana tails. "Okay, as cute as ya are, you can't be doing that." the little softshell babbled, obviously not understanding his words. Donnie sighed again. "If we're keeping them, we can't keep calling them T0-insert number here-. He stated 'matter-of-factly'." Typical of him to refer to himself in the third person, at least sometimes. "Suppose I'll name her Odetta..." he decided, gently rubbing across the top of her shell in a comforting manner. He didn't usually like physical affection, but it is necessary for a child to get that comfort. The female turtle, now dubbed Odetta chirped softly in recognition, bringing a warmth to Donnie he hadn't experienced before. Mikey let out some happy chirps as he grinned at the twins who chirped back.

"Well, the Painted one's name is Atlas, maybe Nemo for the snapping?" he suggested, grinning widely when his brother in blue nodded in approval at the name choices. "I'll call April, ask her if she can bring some stuff over..." The purple cloaked head nodded as he focused heavily on his daughter. Yes, he supposed that was what she is to him. His daughter. Mikey smiled at the boys, spotted orange and green turtle beaming in joy. He somehow managed to juggle a phone and two infants as he put April on the phone.

"Hey, Mikester, what's with the late call?" He heard April yawning into the phone. "Hey April, just wanted to call and give ya an update..." The ornate box turtle didn't know what on earth he should tell April. He apparently wouldn't have to, because the twins started chirping repeatedly, making clicking noises as well. "Mikey? What's that noise?" April had heard the turtle noises. Mikey sighed and churred softly to try and calm down the twins. "We broke into a facility earlier this evening and we found some mutants like us. We just need some basic supplies for infants..." he explained softly. "You got it Mikey! How many am I buying for?" Mikey gulped and sweat dropped a bit. "Oh, jeez, uh... I've got two, Donnie's got one so three, Raph's got two so... five, oh, then Leo... so, uh, six?" Mikey had to count out loud, trying to keep quiet.

"Six? Jeez..." he shook his head and sighed as he nodded into the phone. "Yes, six children, April... sorry there's so many, we just had to get them all out." Mikey sighed and shook his head gently, humming and churring gently to soothe the whining and upset children. "Sorry, they're really upset from what they just got out of, they're really scared and don't know where they are..." Mikey explained carefully. April would nod and make a sound of approval.

"Yeah, yeah, you gotta stick up for your own right now, I get it..." Mikey breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Got it, thanks April, you're my best friend..." He heard the click and sighed, seeing she had hung up. "She'll be here within the hour I believe, Donnie, aside from missing limbs is there anything else that's wrong?" He looked down at the two small turtles in his arms with worry.

"... Well... all of them have clear malnutrition and look at the tortoise's shell, it was cracked and repaired pretty poorly. It's not right..." Donnie said, flipping his goggles onto his head and sighed, looked at the six of the children. "I'll need to do further screening." Mikey went wide eyed when Splinter entered the room, staring at the four.

"...Blue, what is this?" he asked gently, seeming to be glaring gently at the group for interrupting his show. The grey-haired rat was stunned, blinking in shock at the six small turtles in the arms of his sons. "... Orange, Red, Purple, where did these ones come from?"

"Oh, Dad... we found them after hearing reports in a lab, they're copycats of uh... they tried to copy Draxum's whole 'create weapons of destruction' thing..." The youngest turtle shifted as he held the twins, looking at his dad. "We just had to save them; we couldn't let them suffer. Raph wanted to take care of the youngest twins, Leo took the second youngest, I took these twins here, and Donnie took in the other softshell, the eldest of the kids..." Mikey churred softly to the kids in his arms and Donnie seemed docile with the small 8-month-old girl in his arms. "So, Dad, this is Odetta Hamato, she's a Florida softshell..." The rat looked at the small babbling and chirping child and smiled a bit.

"So, this is my granddaughter?" he asked with a soft smile, looking at Donatello who gave a soft nod. "She's been tugging at my mask tails since we picked her up, Casey and April will be over soon, Mikey called her to pick up kid stuff, baby food, diapers, etc... because we don't have any of that stuff..."

"I see, they all look injured..." Splinter said worriedly, gently rubbing the top of the child's shell. "They are, I'll need to look further at their injuries so Leo and I can create an effective treatment plan." Donnie perked his head up at the knock to the sewer cap on the lair, followed by a familiar voice. "April's here, Dad, you think you can get it? or hold her so I can get the door..." he promptly set his daughter into the arms of the small rat and climbed up, taking the sewer lid off. "Okay, get in here April, we cannot begin to thank you enou-"

"No need to thank me dude, I want to help you... so, where are my nieces and nephews?" Donnie smiled, looking at April. "Just let me help you with your bags and you can see them... but they've got some really bad scars and wounds, okay? so don't get mad or act all scared, Leo and I will be looking at their wounds more extensively when the basics are taken care of, aka proper sleep, fed, and clothed..."

April beamed and nodded. "Okay, let's get them taken care of..." The brunette said softly, easily scaling down the wall with bags in hand. Donnie followed wordlessly, looking at his father who was wincing, mainly because Odetta was tugging at his ears. "Here, let me take her..." He said, setting the bags down and moving to hold his daughter. The brown turtle cooed happily when she had her father's attention once more, churring softly in his arms. "April, this is Odetta, oldest and from her file, eight months old." The twenty-something year old grinned, looking at the baby turtle, maroon and brown colored.

"Oh, she's just a sweet little thing..." April said softly. "So, you chose to name her Odetta?" The softshell nodded. "Yep, she's a Floridian softshell turtle, would you like to hold her?" April nodded gently, looking at the girl who clung to Donnie's arm. "What are the others? Names, I meant." She watched a red bandana clad turtle step forward with twins, each missing an arm.

"Phantom and Lotus Hamato, Phantom 'ere is a Scorpion Mud, Lotus is a Galapagos tortoise..." Raph said, smiling widely. "Only a week old, the poor things..." A red eared slider appeared holding a girl with one eye. "This is Haruki, my daughter, three months old and a Chinese softshell." April sighed and smiled a bit. The orange clad brother grinned and looked at April, jogging lightly up to her.

"I've got Nemo and Atlas Hamato, Nemo is a common snapping turtle, and Atlas is a painted turtle, five months old ea-oww!" Mikey winced, a sharp bite firm in his hand. "Raph, how do I stop him?" Blood was dripping down his hand, the substance thin and sticky, also staining the child's mouth, said child biting deeper. He winced worse, looking at the small baby turtle. "How do I remove him from my arm, without, uh, without causing injury?" he grimaced and tried to move the child's jaws, the snapper not budging. Raph sighed and glanced at him, immediately trying to help and letting Splinter hold the twin infants, trying to help his brother.

"Hey April, do you have any strawberries or fruits in that bag?" he asked softly, getting a nod in response. "Good..." he grabbed a few berries from the bag and brought them to Nemo. The little boy chirped and squeaked gently, letting go of Mikey and eating the fruit. "Mikey, if he bites, he's probably hungry, give him a piece of fruit and he'll let go..." Mikey nodded, taking his advice with a small smile. "Great, can I get some bandages?" his older brother, Leo stood up and grabbed the bandages, wrapping them tightly around Mikey's hand, not saying a word. He was scared of the whole parenting thing. How were any of them going to do this?

"Leo?" he could hear his brother asking for him.

"Yeah, D? Something up?" The purple turtle put his hand onto his brothers shoulder, despite his dislike for contact. "We'll get through this, we'll figure out what to do. We'll need to feed them after Mikey's hand is bandaged and better." Donnie tried to soothe his brother, again because he was bad at doing so.