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Prodigal Sons (Donatello | G | 7,683 words): The Michael Bay turtles kidnap the 2007 movie Donatello and the 2012 TV Donatello to their universe for a time. This is just fun, reading the differences between the Donatellos and how the other Michael Bay movie characters interact with these different Donatellos.
Excerpt:
Mikey furrows his beak, thoroughly confused by this brief exchange. His brothers are equally open in their befuddlement. With a knowing glance at Don, Splinter turns to address the rest of his sons.
"There will come a time when, though you remain my sons, I will not hold the same authority as your father. A time where you are grown and tasked with your own destinies, where—though I hope to retain your respect as counsel—my preferences can only be offered up as requests and opinions. Where any compliance with my will on your part is not obedience, but the reasoned agreement of an adult."
He turns back to Don. "Am I your master, also?"
Don's arms drop to his sides, feet snapping together and shoulders square as he dips forward at the waist. He blinks rapidly, as if startled by his own reaction. "Always," he says thickly.
Splinter nods curtly. "That, then, is an entirely different matter." He draws himself up to his full height, tips of his ears barely clearing the top of Don's head. "As your master, in this world or another—" He points dramatically towards the sleeping quarters. "Lie down before you fall down, child."
Excerpt:
Mikey furrows his beak, thoroughly confused by this brief exchange. His brothers are equally open in their befuddlement. With a knowing glance at Don, Splinter turns to address the rest of his sons.
"There will come a time when, though you remain my sons, I will not hold the same authority as your father. A time where you are grown and tasked with your own destinies, where—though I hope to retain your respect as counsel—my preferences can only be offered up as requests and opinions. Where any compliance with my will on your part is not obedience, but the reasoned agreement of an adult."
He turns back to Don. "Am I your master, also?"
Don's arms drop to his sides, feet snapping together and shoulders square as he dips forward at the waist. He blinks rapidly, as if startled by his own reaction. "Always," he says thickly.
Splinter nods curtly. "That, then, is an entirely different matter." He draws himself up to his full height, tips of his ears barely clearing the top of Don's head. "As your master, in this world or another—" He points dramatically towards the sleeping quarters. "Lie down before you fall down, child."