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     “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”       Master Splinter looked up from his book, All About Turtles, to see his four two-year-old sons running into the living room towards him. “What is it my sons?”      “Whose awe we?” Mikey giggled and pointed to the red mask he was wearing instead of his usual orange.       Master Splinter chuckled when he realized what they meant. “Did you all switch masks to confuse me?”      The boys all grinned up at him, trying to stifle their giggles behind their small hands. Even though they ha

Dying The television abruptly shut off before the three turtle toddlers’ drowsy eyes. They turned their attention to their father, the culprit. He smiled. “Time for bed, boys.” Leonardo yawned. “Five more minutes…please?” Splinter chuckled and scooped up his youngest, who was asleep on the couch. “No, Leonardo, it is getting late. Come now.” Leo rubbed his eyes. “Okay.” “You need no second bidding tonight?” Splinter joked. “You must be very tired.” He then noticed that Michelangelo felt a tad warmer than usual and felt his forehead and face. Leo, Donn