Swept off his Feet -crackzfic

Warning for Complete and utter Crack-brain breaking... but don't whine as it's just in the same level of ouch as the Wizard of Oz to begin with.- At exactly 1 thousand words length.

Raphael huffed when they reached the fourth winding and eerily empty staircase. "I'm not complaining 'bout how easy this is, but I thought the movie showed it bein' harder to get around this freaky place." Leonardo only shrugged and began to climb higher into the castle's tower. Donatello kept a rear-guard, yet hadn't had to do anything important due to how empty the place seemed and glanced up at Raphael guiltily.

"I don't know. I think they had a hard time infiltrating because the guard was working to stay on the Witch's good side. We passed that statue of Dorothy so I think the witch won't be a problem for us." Don ducked low to keep from being seen by anything that might fly past outside the tower windows, a half moment after his two brothers passed it on the outer wall.

Leo opened the door at the next landing and listened to the hallway, before closing the door. "I don't hear them here." He began moving up to the next landing again. "I wouldn't know how much to go off an actual movie, guys. The flying monkeys already gave us enough problems without any obvious magical back up." As they moved higher into the tower, he lost none of the tension that he had carried since he first heard the two voices shouting from one of the topmost towers of the Wicked Witch of the West's Castle.

Raphael was long past tension and well into a fine understated rage. "Ya what know, Don? If you hadn't let him bring home that crappy pair of slippers you found in the sewers, we'd be having movie night with hot cocoa and Mike and Splinter debating which songs were better. Only Mike would be able to find THE actual Ruby Slippers and think they would be good for surviving Sensei's toe claws." The glare he directed at Donatello only made the turtle sigh and look especially down trodden.

"I know! I wish I hadn't helped him retrieve them at all! But, I thought they were just a costume piece made out of plastic! They did flex like it! I'm--," Don was cut off mid-hiss as they pulled up to the next landing and Leo held a hand up for silence. They all could hear familiar shrieks of fear and monkey hoots coming down the hallway. They raced to the door that kept them from their youngest brother and could faintly hear Splinter urging Mikey on in whatever battle was ongoing in the room beyond the thick slab of wood. The sounds of his breathless screams spurred them faster towards the room.

"Nono, no, nono! NO! Noooooo…," Even with the terror gripping them at what tortures could be inflicted upon their brother to make him sound like THAT, they still paused to regroup. Then, at a nod from Leo, they charged the door, which surprisingly came open as if it hadn't even been locked, spilling them upon the stone floor. It took a moment to locate Splinter and Mikey while looking up from that angle but it became quite clear that the two were not at all in the kind of trouble the three had expected. In fact, from the comfortable chair at a low table with treats where Splinter looked at them, face adorned by an amused expression; it didn't look like they needed to be rescued at all.

"Ah, yes. My dear Eutheria, these are the rest of my sons. I told you they would be along presently without any of your other family being aware of them making their way here. Raphael is on the bottom, Donatello wears the purple and Leonardo most likely led them here expecting a difficult fight," He turned to the winged monkey in the grey dress beside him. "I am certain they will remember their manners in the future and not barge in on us past closed doors." His eyes twinkled with a light they had never seen before and they gaped as Splinter kissed her hand fondly, but did not let go, even as she gave a soft chuckle and looked away bashfully.

"Aw, dude! I wish I had a video camera so I always remember that look on your guys' faces!" Michelangelo was pinned under several smaller-looking monkeys who sat with wings and tails poised to brush soft tortures along his legs and feet. His earlier abuse of the word 'no' seemed to be appropriate given the situation despite having the specific torture only involving tickling. Several of the smaller monkeys climbed off Mike and descended on them, pulling them farther into the room and plying them with sweet cakes from the table in front of their Sensei.

They managed to sit and not stare rudely when the crowned and gray-furred simian receiving so much attention from their Sensei, spoke to them in soft and cultured tones. "I placed a bet with your Father, you know. It seems I shall have to bring my grandchildren to The Big Apple for Halloween trick or treating. He tells me that we won't even be hunted for our wings because people shall not believe we are not, what was the word Splin-darling?" The three elder turtles stared in soft horror as their father doted on the flying grandma-monkey by supplying the word 'Muppets.' "Yes! Muppets! So wonderful, that the first free generation since the Sorceress enslaved us, will be able to visit beyond the borders of Oz again."

Their brother joined them at the table to work on a cup of the cloyingly sweet tea still chuckling softly, while they rebooted and rewrote much of their beliefs based on the old MGM movie. "I'll have some of the bigger males fly you home tonight, if you like. I'm certain those aquamarine slippers will work much better than the nasty red ones to get you back and forth for visits, Splin-darling." Mikey was the only one still smiling when the two furred soul-mates kissed softly.