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“Pleaseeee!” 

Mikey looked at Raph from his perch on the countertop. 

“I don’t know. I was gonna patrol tonight. The people need red riot,”

“Yea, but I need red riot too!”

Raph had tried saying no, but, turning to see Mikey there, so small with puppy eyes working overtime, he just couldn’t ruin his baby brother's happy demeanor.

“Fine, Raph can make the people wait. Let’s bake,”

“Yay! Ok, so, first we need to add in the flour, some milk and eggs. Oh! maybe some nutmeg, should we make them gingerbread? We gotta make them gingerbread- “

“Woah, woah, woah, I don’t even know what we’re making yet. Slow down,” 

“Right, we are making drumroll, please… Christmas cookies! Ta-da!”

Christmas cookies, huh? Those can’t be too hard. Sure, Raph’s not the best in the kitchen, but they’ve made cookies plenty of times before. What could go wrong?

“Alright, little brother, we got this. "

Raph extended a hand, which Mikey jumped on without hesitation. That always made Raph's heart melt. How much Mikey trusted him, even though he was so tiny.

They made their way to the fridge, the smaller of the two saying each ingredient they needed. Raph would never understand how he just knew what needed to be mixed to make such delicious things.

After grabbing a mixing bowl on the way back to the table, they were ready to start making some treats.

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Treats weren’t the only thing made that night. That much would be clear to anyone walking into the kitchen. 

Flour, dough and many other things decorated almost every surface, including the two turtles in the eye of the sugary storm. Another bit of frosting was thrown against the wall as a small turtle covered in raw dough continued on his mission to make a gorgeous edible mural on the wall for all to see.

“Mikey! Stop it! This’ll take forever to clean up. "

“Relax, I’m making the kitchen better! This is gonna look amazing when it’s done. Promise!”

The used-to-be orange brother said, but his next throw fell short as a giant hand grabbed him by the shell. Mikey was soon eye level with his big brother. He laughed under a playful glare.

After much convincing, Raph got Mikey to stop frosting the kitchen, and it wasn’t long until the shaped cookie dough was in the oven. 

20 minutes and a very long debate about the best pizza topping later, fresh hot cookies were being pulled from the oven rack and placed down to cool.

To most people, looking at the tray, you’d see some misshapen blobs of tan, but to the brothers that fought tooth and nail to make them good, these were perfect.

The frosting process was just as chaotic as the baking process. If it weren’t for the flour covering his body, Raph would say the frosting was the messiest part. 

Once Mikey picked all the colors they would need and Raph mixed them into the already made frosting, they were ready to finish the cookies. With Mikey’s small form, he was able to make his cookies look better than any professional Raph had ever seen. Raphs cookies on the other hand looked… edible.

Finally, after hours of baking and frosting and mess-making, the product was complete. Christmas turtle cookies. Each resembling one of the four brothers, Mikey made his own and Donnie’s, Raph made his and Leo’s. 

“These look amazing, best. Cookies. Ever!”

Mikey seemed over the moon with joy as he ran around, looking over each cookie bigger than him. 

“Yea, we really outdone ourselves, little brother. "

Raph couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face. How did he ever get so lucky to be a big brother? It didn’t matter. All that mattered in that moment was the sparkle shining in Mikey’s eyes, so big coming from someone so small.

The brothers soon made up their minds. These cookies were special, so it made sense that they had to be enjoyed as a family.

After washing themselves up, they made their way around the lair, Mikey riding on Raph’s shoulder the whole way, trying to find the twins. Leo was found in his room reading comics but at the mention of a sweet surprise, he was up and following them to get Donnie. Said mad scientist was working at his desk with whatever new project he’d come up with. It took much more convincing for him to leave, but he, too, was curious about what the oldest and youngest had planned.

With all brothers accounted for, they went back to the kitchen. By the time Raph got to the kitchen counter, he could feel Mikey vibrating with excitement. Mikey ran down Raph’s arm, nearly giving the oldest brother a heart attack, and landed not-so-gracefully on the surface below. He ran up to the cooling tray of treats and threw his arms up.

“Ta-da! We made cookies!”

The twins looked over the cookies, inspecting the details their brothers put on just for them. Mikey explained how raph had made Leo’s and Mikey had made Donnie’s and both cool colored themed turtles thanked their eldest and youngest siblings. 

After the gratitude came to the turtle's favorite part, each brother grabbed their cookie, except Mikey, who needed raph to hold it while they all made their way to the living room. They sat on their designated spots in front of the tv and enjoyed the rest of the night.

And as the morning sun rose in the sky, it was quiet and peaceful while the turtles slept to the end credits of a movie playing on the screen. Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat.

“BOYS! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE KITCHEN”

Ok. Maybe one very unhappy rat.

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