Always listen to Donnie

Donatello sighed as he leaned against the backrest of his bath-chair. It took him almost the whole night but he finally managed to eradicate all the viruses which were infesting his computer.
He was going to scold for a long while his brothers, for that.
Leonardo kept watching videos and didn't notice, but sometimes after one or two hours he tended to get distracted -like from their sensei ordering him to go to bed and stop watching Space Heroes old series all night- and clicked randomly the next video (it was the last one, he swore!) and instead he clicked on an advertisement, not always heading to a safe website.
Raphael didn't want to admit it, but he should stop visiting those strange sites: Donnie wasn't going to criticize his tastes, but those kind of sites could be infected with dangerous malwares. The genius of the family would like to say something funny to his brother about having safe sex even through the Internet, but the hothead could punch him in the face for that so he was going to  leave him a reminder on a note. A small one. Well hidden.
Maybe it was better if he bought for the brother some hot magazines instead!
And Michelangelo... oh jeez. If the Prince of Nigeria emailed him about the possibility to transfer all his money to Mikey's account and avoid it was taken by the rebels, he would happily give him his credit card number. Luckily he still had to argue with their sensei even for a 5 dollars increase of the pocket money.
The 'braniac' rubbed his tired eyes. Sometimes he wondered if his brothers even listened to what he was saying.
His turtlephone rang, and he had the answer once he listened to the agitated voice.
His brown eyes opened wide. "Wait... it got stuck WHERE?!?"

"Seriously?" Donnie sighed, while his breath mixed with the cold night air and the relative humidity increased until 100%. So now he could see breath condensation. The tall turtle, all muffled in a long coat, wool hat, muffles and scarf was just looking speechless at his brother Raphael who was trying to tug Michelangelo free from...
"The movie 'Dumb and Dumber' didn't teach you anything, Mikey? Never EVER try to lick a frozen flag pole."
"If waaas aaah vribleooowvaaaare!"
"A what?" Donnie turned to Raph, who stopped tugging for a moment to translate.
"A triple-dog-dare."
Donnie looked astonished at the brother. "And did you decide to lick a surface -which is infested with bacteria, rust and pigeons poop if you are lucky- during the coldest night New York experienced in a century?"
Michelangelo looked at him, frowning. He managed to look hurt even with the tongue stuck on the flag pole.  "Issss you tell if like vhat if sounds ssshtupid!"
"Because IT IS STUPID! What if someone sees us, what the hell were you thinking of, Mikey?!? And you!" He turned to stare at Raphael, who startled. "Why did you challenge him I'd never expect this from you!"  He exclaimed and the other rubbed his hooded head, embarrassed.
Usually he was the one intimidating Donnie, but this time... he had the annoying feeling the nerd was right. "I thought it was an urban legend!" He tried to defend himself, but he chose the worst antagonist for it.
"Oh, really? Have you ever heard about the thermal conductivity of metal?!?"
"Ahem..."
"Your tongue is covered with moisture and to avoid it freezes in coldest days the body reacts by pumping warm blood to your tongue. Heat from your blood warms the moisture through a process called conduction! Such a pity metal has a high thermal conductivity, up to 400 times more powerful than your tongue, so the metal takes all the heat from your tongue, your damn tongue freezes joined to the metal and the body is not fast enough to replenish the lost heat! Now did you get it?"
"Ahem..." Raphael looked desperate at Michelangelo, who looked a bit bored.
"I vot losht avter 'ssssush a vity!'"
The scientist of the group rubbed his forehead, annoyed. "It's not an urban legend."
"Aaah! Now I vot iiiit!" Mikey tried to nod but soon realized it wasn't a good idea.
Raph would love to tell something 'Woah, braniac, I'd never tell it NOW!' but something in Donnie's eyes made him reconsider it. Their brother should sleep a bit and drink less coffee.
"May you help us? I tried to tug him but he starts whining!" Raph grumbled, kicking an empty can with his ruined tennis shoe.
"You are lucky you didn't rip a piece of his tongue, you would make him bleed." Donnie dryly said, crossing his arms.
"Then what?!? What do we do, should we saw the flag pole and carry him away like this?!?" The exasperated brother asked, while Mikey started shrieking desperate.
Probably he was asking how he was supposed to eat pizza with a flag pole stuck to his tongue, but Donnie wasn't paying attention to him.
"I'll help you two, but just if you'll follow one rule: always listen to me. Got it?" Donnie glared at both.
Mikey whined but raised his gloved hands to show two thumbs up, while Raphael growled.
"Raph."
"Alright, I'll listen to you, genius."
"Fine. Go to Starbucks."
"What?!?"
"There is one open 24 hours, not far from here. Get me a hot water cup and an unadorned espresso, five shots, no sugar." He ordered, approaching the stuck brother. He gently wiped some tears away from his huge light blue eyes.
"But-"
"What did I just say?" Donnie cold asked, staring at the hothead. The brother glared at him, but growled: "I have to listen to you."
"Then go. It's very late and cold today, but someone could come and we must be gone fast."
Raph growled but hurried to leave, while Donnie was comforting the brother.
Few minutes later the grumpy ninja was back holding two cups carefully.
"I swear that if you ask me to get you a Mini snowman doughnut or similar I'll shove it up your-"
"How long did you walk holding the cups?" Donnie interrupted him, approaching.
Raph raised a brow but answered: "Two minutes? The path to Starbucks was easier because I could just run and jump over the obstacles but someone wanted TWO cups so-"
"There is a temperature of 2 degrees Fahrenheit at least." The taller turtle mumbled, getting one of the cups from the puzzled brother to approach to the stuck one.
"Alright Mikey, cup your hands around the mouth and blow on the metal, deep breathes, alright?" He ordered opening the glass and blowing softly on the water. Mikey whined but obeyed. When the water reached a not too hot temperature Donnie bowed and carefully poured some on the flag pole.
"Now pull gently, don't panic if it you can't loosen your tongue immediately..."
Mikey fell on his tail, shrieking. But this time they were happy shrieks.
"Freeee!" He triumphant exclaimed, raising his arms, the tongue still stuck out of his mouth, but luckily still intact.
"Oh jeez, thank you!" Raphael sighed, while Donnie opened the manhole cover of the alley so they could come back the lair.
"Now let's go back home, you both have been out for too long and it's dangerous for cold blooded creatures." At least now his brothers learnt to listen to him. Sometimes. And just when they got themselves into a big stupid trouble. Ah well, never mind. He could work on it.
"I wanf a piffa, I fhink pepperoni could warm my poor fongue." Mikey happily said, jumping in the hole. Just the slight funny pronounce could tell he had an accident and almost lost a piece of tongue.
"Ehi, by the way what's the other cup for?" Raphael wondered, walking after them.
Donnie was already slipping inside the sewers when looked up at the brother, smiling.
"My reward for the help I gave, thank you by the way, Raph!" He happy said, stealing the cup from the astonished hothead. He jumped down, laughing, followed by the annoyed insults of his brother.