Title: It Slices, It Dices!
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters: the bros, and... a surprise. :D
Summary: Sure, a katana is the most predictable ninja weapon ever - but despite his brothers' teasing, a young Leonardo is adamant that his chosen weapon is not "boring".

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"Face it, Leo," Raphael told him, with a dismissive flip of his sai. "It's boring."

"The most boring choice you could possibly make," Michaelangelo agreed, casually spinning his brand new nunchaku.

"Katanas are not boring," Leonardo insisted. "Common doesn't mean boring. There's a reason some things are common! They're really useful!"

"In principle I agree," said Donatello. "But I dunno, I think the bo staff has more useful applications overall. Better range, and it's less likely to be accidentally lethal."

Their discussion was ended prematurely by the rattling ding from the broken-down but still functional oven they'd hauled down to the lair from the junkyard - for specifically this purpose. As the brothers gathered around in anticipation, however, Leonardo realized he had the perfect opportunity to prove his point. "But guys," he began, setting their previously-frozen dinner on the top of the stove and reaching over his shoulders. "Can any of your weapons... do this? Kiiyaa!"

The other three leapt back as Leo's weapons of choice spun into action, coming down across the top of the oven - and more importantly, the steaming hot pizza on top - with four lightning-fast slashes.

Don exchanged glances with Raph and Mike as they leaned again, regarding the freshly sliced pie. "...I hate to admit it, but he has a valid point."

"Two, in fact," Mike put in. "Ow!"

Raph had just knocked him on the back of the head. "Needs more practice, though," he observed. "These slices are all uneven... and this one's mine!" he finished, spearing the largest with one of his sai.

The sai was abruptly knocked aside by a flick of the nunchaku. "Oh no you don't!" Mike exclaimed, leaning in to grab it himself - only to have the pizza slide out from under his hands before he could do so.

"Did I mention range?" Don smirked from behind them, having nudged his bo staff under the lip of the baking tray to pull it towards the edge of the oven, where he could get the staff far enough underneath the tray to launch it towards him, over the heads of his brothers.

"Hey! Be careful with that!" Raph growled.

"Ha!" Before the tray landed in Don's hands, however, Leo intercepted it with a giant leap, landing proudly with his prize - and then abruptly tossing it upwards in alarm. "Ow! Hothothot!"

"Nooooo!" Mike dove for it, trying to catch it before it hit the floor, and Raph followed suit.

It never arrived, however. All four turtles looked up from the mayhem in bewilderment. "...Huh? Where'd it go?" Mike asked his brothers.

"And now you see that pride indeed goes before a fall."

Above them, perched atop one of the large pipes running across the ceiling, was Master Splinter, holding the baking tray between his hands, protected from the heat by two of their padded practice gloves. As they looked up in dismay, he slipped one of the gloves off, and the melted cheese stretched enticingly as he pulled the largest piece from the rest of the pie. "Let this be a lesson, my sons - boasting and useless arguments may cause even the winner to lose."