For the first time in his life, Donnie wakes up with a massive hangover. His head is aching, and everything seems to go in slow motion. For some reason, he is lying on a mat on the dojo floor. He hears rustling, and it appears that April is lying an a mat as well.

April, hmm. Donnie remembers smidgens of what happened last night, including him confessing his love for her while she spun on a chair. Don groans and runs at his temples. Would she remember any of that? Another flashback hits Donnie, of Splinter finding them.

Oh man, Splinter. What was he going to say about this? Donnie rolls over onto his side and sighs. Can't he just sleep forever, and never have to see the world again. An empty stomach loudly reminds him no.

Donnie slowly gets up and doors himself some cereal. He was so, so tired. That explains why Splinter finds his clever son asleep, with his head in the cereal bowl. Splinter grabs a a cup of icy cold water and splashes it over Don's face.

He wakes up with a start, groaning loudly. He takes one look at Splinter and sighs. "I'm really sorry, Master Splinter. I really was not thinking last night."

"Indeed you were not, but it is alright. Go wash up and meet the rest for morning practice."

Donnie nods and takes one look in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and teary, but that was snot the big issue. A fancy, Italian style mustache was draw on his face with expert care.

Donnie tries to wash it off with plain old water and soap, but it stays with out pulling a bit. The clock in the bathroom strike 10:00, signaling time for practice.

With or without mustache, there is no way be is going to be late for practice. Donnie runs into the dojo, seeing April on a chair near the wall. She was still with massive injuries, so she was most likely going to watch this morning.

His brothers take one look at his marker facial hair and start snickering loudly. Immediately, Don knows it is definitely Mikey.

"That is quite enough!" Master Splinter half shouts, slamming his green cane down.

"We shall have a basic one on one match. Michelangelo against Raphael, Leonardo against Donatello. Hajime!"

Groggily, Donnie whips out his bo staff, only to have Leo effortlessly knock it out of his hands. Leo pins Donnie to the ground in mere seconds, barely giving Don a chance to react.

"This is too easy." Leo mutters, wanting more of a challenge.

Donnie sits out next to April, and in milliseconds, he is fast asleep.