You are approached by ICE!Donnie, Hunter, and Uncle Mike from cabin 14! They appear to be handing out modified walky-talkys for Prank week.
ICE!Donnie: "Although pranks are meant to be light hearted and fun for all, there is still a chance that things can get a bit dangerous. If you ever feel unsafe, just activate this device, and we'll head to your location straight away!"
After they are out of earshot, ICE!Donnie chuckles to himself.
ICE!Donnie: "Little do they know, after activation, the device actually hacks into their credit card account and transfers their money to mine!"
Uncle Mike: "Are you sure that actually counts as a prank?"
ICE!Donnie: "Anythings fair in fun and games!"
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(From @leilanising-sideblog @languajix and @twignotstick for @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion for my Little Don 2003 AU)
Splinter looked up from Donnie and the tubes of what looked like paint he had taken from the eight-year-old, and considered the three that stood before him. He took the walkie-talkie from the one who handed it to him with a nod of thanks. "It is good to see that some are looking out for others safety. While I am positive that no one wishes for anyone to be hurt, having this extra safety measure is much appreciated."
He handed it off to his son who, he knew, would immediately begin looking at the device. True to character, and knowing what his father wanted, Donnie stopped casting nervous looks towards the tube of paint Splinter was holding, and instead turned all of his attention towards the walkie-talkie. Splinter watched as the three walked away, his ears flicking just as bit as he caught the tones from the other group, if not the exact words.
"My son?" he asked, looking down at where Donnie was now seated on the ground, tools from his belt around him as he dismantled the device.
"Ohhhh," he said. "This isn't just a walkie-talkie," he said. "It's got data transmitting capabilities, and RFID scanning capabilities."
"Meaning?" Splinter asked.
"It'll scan your stuff and steal your data and send it somewhere," Donnie said, his face serious. "That's not good."
Splinter hummed. "No, it is not." Thinking quickly, he gave Donnie back the tubes of paint. "I will not ask questions about this now. However, I will go and warn others of this device. Thank you, my son."
Donnie grinned, and gave the somewhat dismantled walkie-talkie to his father, before gathering up his tools and the paint. "Thank you, Father!" he said, and scampered off.
Splinter shook his head, and then set out, determined to warn others of what this device could do.