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We're really hip.
He's a radical rat.
That's a fact, Jack.
Ah! Anchovies and bananas!
I can't wait any longer!
I want that pizza!
Hold it, Raphael. We gotta wait for Michelangelo.
Yeah. He should be back from the pet shop any minute.
Oh, sure, if they haven't painted
a palm tree on his shell
and sold him to a tourist from Toledo.
How long can it take to pick out a goldfish
or-- or maybe a little kitten?
Well, he's looking for a pet that matches his personality.
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Rawk! Rawk!
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Ahkk!
Looks like he found one.
Well, dudes, what do you think of Clyde?
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Rawk! Rawk!
Well, he sure knows how to make an entrance.
Swell. Now let's see him make an exit.
Hoo! Hoo! Ahh! Awk!
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Hoo! Hoo! Wah! Wah! Wah!
Michelangelo, tell us you didn't buy this hairy horror.
Oh, no way, compadres.
I took him on approval from Ralph's Rent A Pet.
Well, the votes are in.
We disapprove! We disapprove! We disapprove!
Huhh!
What the--
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
Clyde hates anchovies.
That does it.
That chimp goes back to the pet shop!
Raphael's right. The lair's not big enough
for us and that monkey.
Come on, Clyde, old bud.
Let's have a banana and spilt.
You wanted to see me, Chief?
Right, April. They're releasing Mugsy McGuffin
from the State Prison today.
The thief who stole the famous Galuby Ruby?
That's the guy. I want you
to get over there and interview him.
Try to find out where he hid it.
But if he wouldn't tell the police,
what makes you think he'll tell me?
Because you're a woman,
something he hasn't seen in 15 years.
Hmm. A chance to scoop April O'Neil on her own story.
But would I sink to a slimy trick like that?
You bet I would.
State Prison, here I come.
Correction.
Here we come.
Today's the big day!
After 15 years in the slammer,
the boss is finally coming home.
Boy, has his mail piled up.
Piled up! Awk! Piled up!
Will you shut up, you birdbrain?
Shut up, birdbrain.
15 years of your nagging!
If you didn't belong to Mugsy,
I'd wring your neck!
Rawwwkk!
Ah...ah...
ah-choo!
Oh, no!
Mugsy's gonna wring my neck!
Ha ha ha ha ha! Wring your neck!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Wring your neck!
Aahh!
You know, I feel sorry for Michelangelo
having to return that monkey.
Yeah? Well, I feel sorrier for us
having to clean up the mess it made.
April O'Neil here,
outside the State Prison.
Hold it, guys. It's April.
We're awaiting the release
of the notorious Mugsy McGuffin
after 15 long years.
And there's Mugsy now.
Good luck, Mugsy.
Keep your nose clean.
Inquiring minds want to know, Mugsy.
Where did you hide The Galuby Ruby?
Beat it, sister!
No interviews!
Mr. Mugsy,
how about a big smile?
And definitely no pictures!
Ooh!
Vernon! It serves you right
for trying to steal my story!
Oh, now, April, let's talk it over.
Lunch is on me.
Yeah. I can see that.
Goodness! You certainly
made a mess of this bird.
How did this happen?
Uh, I spilled some paint on the stupid pest.
Stupid pest! Rawk! Stupid pest!
No more questions! Just clean him off!
Uh, y-- All right. If you insist.
I'll be back in a half an hour,
so make it snappy!
Sappy! Sappy!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Rawk!
Yeah, here we are, fella.
All cleaned up.
Uh, sorry, man.
This dude just isn't working out.
I'd like to have my deposit back.
Uh, sorry. No cash refunds.
But you can trade him for another pet.
Well, yeah? Like what kind of pet?
Well, um, like this, uh, rare, uh,
one-of-a-kind parrot.
One-of-a-kind?
Hmm? Oh. I meant two-of-a-kind.
Well, gee. He is kinda cute.
And smart, too.
And smart, too! Rawk!
Whoa! All right!
You got yourself a deal!
Come on, little dude.
I got some friends I want you to meet.
Okay. Did you clean him up?
Here he is.
I even shined up his beak.
Yeah, you shoulda put a muzzle on him.
Hmm. Come to think of it,
I wonder if I gave him the right one.
Huh. Oh, well. What's the difference?
A parrot is a parrot.
It's the boss. It's the boss!
I wonder if he's changed any.
Welcome back, boss!
Ahem. On behalf--
Outta my way!
Nope. He hasn't changed a bit.
Polly, baby, come to papa!
Hey! It ain't here!
W-What ain't here, boss?
The key, you nitwit! The key to the vault
where I stashed the Galuby Ruby!
I kept it around his neck.
Rawk! Rawk!
Hey!
This ain't Polly!
Are you trying to pull a fast one on me?
Where's my bird?
Uh, I'll get him back, boss. I promise.
I took him to be dry cleaned,
and he musta got switched with this other bird.
I'm gonna have you dry cleaned
if we don't find that key!
Aaah...
Yo, compadres! Check out our new roommate!
A parrot?
Yeah. The perfect house pet.
He's clean, obedient, and he doesn't talk back.
Talk back! Talk back! Rawk!
And I got the perfect name for him: Ditto.
Ditto! Ditto!
See? I think he likes it!
Well, I guess a parrot can't do too much damage.
Rawk!
Woowww!
Rawk! Rawk! Rawk!
Wait! Come back, little Ditto!
Uh, uh, so I-- I-- I guess I mixed up the two parrots.
It's easy to do.
Uh, they all look alike, you know.
Uh, please don't hurt me, M-Mr. Mugsy.
Quit blubberin' and tell me who you sold it to!
I-- I-- I don't know his name.
Uh, some weird-looking fellow
with-- with a green face.
A green face, huh?
Well, it's gonna be black and blue
when I get through with him.
Come on, Boris.
We gotta find that bird!
Raise your hands if you feel this was a big mistake.
Big mistake! Rawk!
Big mistake!
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