Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

We're really hip.

Hey, get a grip.

He's a radical rat.

That's a fact, Jack.

Gimme a break!

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The city is still reeling

from the bizarre events of the past few days.

At each event,

4 mysterious creatures were sighted

who, according to witnesses, looked like...

Turtles. Green, smelly turtles.

Turtles, and my men have orders

to blow them out of the sky.

Who are these mystery turtles?

Could they be aliens from another planet?

Happy hour news will bring you

'round-the-clock bulletins on the green menace.

What a bunch of airheads, man.

That should've been my story.

You're gonna get your story, April...

Now.

Master splinter,

we can wait no longer.

We must put the shredder away.

I agree, Leonardo.

The time has come for the final battle

with my old enemy.

And April's gonna have to tell the world about us

just to keep those lame-brained humans

from trying to stop us.

I'll get a news crew together,

even if I have to tie 'em up and brand 'em.

Here. Take this.

It's a turtle communicator,

so you can find us when you've got your crew.

We all carry them now.

Oh, April, take the turtle van.

We'll use that vehicle

the neutrinos left behind.

I'm on it.

Greetings, turtles.

The shredder!

Since when did he get his own daytime talk show?

Observe what I have in my hands--

it is a retro mutagen ray generator,

a device which undoes mutations.

This is the only thing that can restore splinter

to the form of hamato yoshi.

If you want it, come get it.

You bet we will!

I alone must get that retro mutagen device

away from the shredder.

The ray could restore me to my human form.

But what if the shredder used it on you?

We'd be changed back into...

Ordinary turtles.

Bebop! Rock steady!

Grrr.

The turtles are heading this way.

Find them and destroy them.

Cowabunga!

Ow!

Now we're cooking with gas!

Yeah-ha-ha!

Oh, what now?

Who bought this piece of junk?

Well, that was a short trip.

Looks like we're out of fuel.

What sort of juice does this crate take?

Uh, plutonium, I think.

Oh, terrific. Maybe we can get it towed

to the nearest plutonium station.

So let's just hotfoot it over to the technodrome.

Are you kiddin'?

We need the weapons on this thing.

I saw something at Baxter's workshop.

It'd need a little work,

but I bet it would do the job.

I'll meet you at the technodrome.

There goes a good turtle.

Well, well, well.

Lookie what we found.

We got a score to settle

with you little twerps.

Aww, did I hurt youse?

This'll make it better.

We don't like rats in our fair city.

Maybe I should just ring your stinkin' neck.

Hyah! Not so fast, homeboy.

Drink blazin' electric death, turtles.

Oh, the boy likes his work.

I think they're starting to tire.

Oh, great. In a few more hours,

they'll barely be able to throw a car at us.

So, like, why don't we throw some trucks at them?

One fricasseed turtle...

Comin' up.

Ha ha! You jerks just got trashed.

Hey! Whoa!

Blecch!

Those shellheads are dead!

Sorry, boys. We gotta build

a parking lot where you're playin'.

You little creeps!

Come back and fight!

Aha!

There we go.

Shredder,

why haven't you completed my new body?

Ah, but I have.

Excellent. I want you to add to it

this molecular amplification unit.

But why?

Saki, you fool,

don't waste time.

Your forces are depleted.

The turtles are on their way.

Install the chip now.

All right. I'll do it.

You may feel some disorientation

when you revive in your new body.

It's alive.

It's alive!

Up we go.

Turtle alert. Turtle alert.

No, it's too soon.

Krang hasn't come to his senses.

Foot soldiers, stop the turtles!

Oh, just what we needed.

Kill-crazed foot soldier bikers.

I'll try to get the retro mutagen ray

away from the shredder.

Let's break some foots.

Go, green machine!

Hey, guys. How's it going?

We're a little busy right now, donatello.

Ok, I'll call back later.

Do that.

Uhh! Out of my face, jerk!

Hey, maybe some raw sewage would do the trick.

Leonardo, blade time.

Hyah!

Cowabunga!

I'd say the foots slipped up.

So what do you say?

Tonight, a little dinner, a little dancing...

I'll call you back.

What are you doing here, April?

I'm trying to get a story for you!

Trying? 4 green maniacs

are running loose in this town,

and you haven't brought me diddly-squat!

They're on our side. Listen,

I've been with them for the past week.

You're in cahoots with those things?

That does it, April. You're fired!

Here. Look at this.

What's that, one of their weapons?

It's, uh...

It's a hyper-turtle death ray.

Now, order me a news crew,

or I'll turn this whole place into a flaming rubble!

Of course, April.

Anything you say.

Whew!

The things I have to do to get a story.

Just me, Mr. Baxter.

I'm here to clean up.

Uh, you couldn't come back

a little later, could you?

Oh, I won't get in your way, dear.

My, what a mess!

Lady, will you please leave?

Now, I won't be any bother to you.

Let me put it this way--

scram!

Mr. Baxter, you've been working too hard.

You look kinda green.

What?

I'm in my new body.

Let's see if the molecular reconstruction circuit works.

Success!

I must contact my loyal soldiers

in dimension x.

Master splinter's out there alone, man.

Maybe we can keep an eye on him.

Look!

How do you work this oversized ghetto blaster?

Hey, it's that room

with the gateway to dimension x.

Who's that weirdo?

I don't know, but the guy in his stomach

looks like krang.