♪ Teenage mutant ninja turtles ♪
♪ teenage mutant ninja turtles ♪
♪ heroes in a half shell ♪
♪ turtle power ♪
♪ they're the world's most fearsome fighting team ♪
We're really hip.
♪ They're heroes in the half shell ♪
♪ and they're green ♪
Hey, get a grip.
♪ When the evil shredder attacks ♪
♪ these turtle boys don't cut him no slack ♪
♪ teenage mutant ninja turtles ♪
♪ splinter taught them to be ninja teens ♪
He's a radical rat.
♪ Leonardo leads, Donatello does machines ♪
That's a fact, Jack.
♪ Raphael is cool but rude ♪
♪ Michelangelo is a party dude ♪
♪ teenage mutant ninja turtles ♪
♪ heroes in a half shell ♪
♪ turtle power ♪♪
DONATELLO: Another rainy night,
but who had time to worry about the weather?
There was trouble in town.
The city was under a reign of mob terror.
And my 3 partners and I
were the only ones who could stop it...
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the teenage mutant ninja turtles.
Oh, that's it, Donatello.
Tell every crank in town
we're here, why don't ya?
I can't help it, Raphael.
It's these trench coats.
We were hot on the case now.
I felt my nerve ends tingling.
A strange sixth sense told me
we were nearing the scene of the crime.
Somebody had broken the law.
And somebody was gonna take a fall.
Uh, you wanna try being
a little more discreet, Sam spudhead?
In the thick of the crowd was April O'Neill,
a tough cookie.
She was already on top of the story.
And you actually
saw the burglary take place?
Oh, well, did I ever.
They had all these martian rays and things.
They sliced open the store
like it was a-- a chocolate cream pie.
I mean, what kind of crooks use heat rays?
I think they were from Venus or somethin'.
It was the same story in banks all over town.
The city was being sucked dry by the mob.
They took anything that wasn't nailed down,
and even a few that were.
They were using gear so advanced,
it was straight out of star wars.
We knew the mob couldn't get those
state of the art weapons on their own.
We smelled a rat,
a rat named shredder.
But what mobster was gutsy enough
to deal with a creep like shredder?
Who was this mystery man?
Tony vivaldi, that's who.
Who said that?
I did. I said,
the guy behind all these crimes
is Tony vivaldi.
You mean, Tony "the butcher" vivaldi?
Exactly. The police I.D.'D some of his men
at the bank robbery this morning.
So the butcher is in league with shredder.
Oh, I always knew
something about the butcher wasn't kosher.
So, like, where do we find this sleazoid?
I've heard his favorite hangout
is a nightclub called "the meat rack."
We'll check it out, April.
Meanwhile, I've got a story to file in 20 minutes.
Ahh. Look!
What is it, April?
A lead to the gangster's hideout?
A vital clue that will establish
a link between the butcher and shredder?
A new kind of pizza I haven't tried yet?
Even better!
A little hamster statue.
Isn't it the cutest thing?
Gimme a break.
Oy vey.
Gag me with a pizza ladle.
I've always wanted one.
It'll just take a sec.
Welcome to shlavotny's all-night antiques.
Can I help you?
How much is that hamster in the window?
Why do I have a feeling
that song won't make the top 10?
Wow! Check it out!
A genuine Louis xiv antique pizza-maker.
A must-have item for any turtle lair.
Could you have it delivered?
But of course, little lady.
Hey, Chester!
[SNORES]
Mm, mm, huh? Mm.
Take this to 110 west 13th,
and make it snappy.
[YAWNS] Oh, sure, Mr. shlavotny.
How much do I owe you?
For you, doll, a mere 10 spot.
Oh, how about giving me
the same deal on this gizmo?
No way.
$12.65. That's the price.
Oh, but all I got
in my turtle bank is $12.40.
Tough noogies, frog-face.
Now scram before your puss breaks
some valuable antique mirrors.
Sheesh, what a geek!
I really wanted that pizza-maker.
This is the place, butcher.
Leave us to it.
Yes, gentlemen, how may I be of service?
I was wondering if you'd be interested
in this fine stradivarius?
[GASPS]
I was hopin' to trade it for a statue.
[GULPS] A--a--a statue?
That's right,
of a hamster.
I--I--I had one, but I--I just sold it.
Don't yank my chain, pops.
Where you hidin' it?
N-n-n-n-n-nowhere.
It's gone. Honest.
Ok...
Lefty, leave us waste this place.
With the utmost pleasure, boss.
Catch you outside channel six.
We'll be there.
Whoa! A quarter!
That gives me just enough
for that antique pizza-maker.
Uh, wait here, dudes.
Not my collection
of ancient Egyptian pocket calculators!
Hello, mister!
I just found an entire quar--
uh, what the heck's going on?
Hey, butcher,
ain't that one of them turtles
we was supposed to nab?
It sure is.
No fair!
You turkeys won't get away with this.
Snap it up.
Those other turtles must be lurking nearby.
We'll nab them, too.
I'm worried about Michelangelo.
So what else is new?
I've been worried about him for years.
Let's make sure he's all right.
What a mess.
Yeah, looks like our bedroom.
See? This is what you get
for being crabby with the customers.
Michelangelo's hat!
What happened to our friend?
Answer me, or I'll use my tough-guy voice.
T-t-they--they-- they took him.
Who took him?
The butcher. Unh.
We've got to find him.
But how?
Well, we could take out an ad
in the newspaper,
asking if anyone's seen him,
but offhand, I'd say
we split up and search.
All right, but be careful.
♪ Oh, Michelangelo! ♪
What are you gawkin' at?
Haven't you ever seen a turtle in a raincoat before?
I gotta learn to keep my beak shut.
I couldn't find a trace of Michelangelo.
Me, neither.
Where's Raphael?
Oh, no. Don't tell me he's missing, too.
We can't afford to get trapped ourselves.
We must seek master splinter's help.
There's no sign of those other two turtles.
Forget them. Right now
let's just find that hamster.
If those criminals did take Raphael and Michelangelo
it would certainly indicate
that they're in league with shredder.
But why, master?
True, the butcher gets to rob the city blind,
but what's in it for shredder?
What, indeed?
My ancient enemy does not share power easily.
Wait, maybe it has to do with that antique shop
they tore apart.
They were probably searching for something.
Excellent reasoning, Donatello.
You may make a good detective yet.
With my partners vanishing
like pepperonis in a pizza baking contest,
splinter, our head honcho, decided to join us.
We were looking for trouble in the antique district,
and it wasn't long before we found it.
The butcher!
The turtles!
And the guy they take orders from.
Get 'em, boys.
We cannot fight these weapons.
Get to safety.
I will draw their fire.
Unh!
Our master splinter.
Yeah, you dirty rat, it's curtains for you.
Heh. All my life, I've wanted to say that.
You cannot help us, Donatello.
Save yourself.
Run. But sensei--
run! That is an order.
This'll stop him.
Chalk off that turtle.
He's finished.
What a feeling. It was like I'd eaten liverwurst pizzas
on an empty stomach.
Splinter was gone. The other turtles were gone.
I was all alone, and I was hurting bad.
There was only one place i could go.
But, April, you've got to do it.
You're the only one who crack this story
on this bizarre crime wave.
But why me?
Because only you have the street smarts,
the contacts, the just plain guts,
to uncover the truth about this menace.
Really?
Besides, there's a very simple reason
why it has to be you.
Which is?
Everyone else is just too darn scared.
So what about tomorrow night,
you great big hunk of man, you?
Oh, ok. How about next week? Next year?
[BODY FALLS]
Excuse me.
Sounds like somebody just passed out
in front of my office.
You?
Oh, uh, which one are you?
Donatello.
Got to...Find...April.
Oh, I'll get her for you.
You just stay put
before somebody makes a news story out of you.
So that's the story, April.
The butcher got everybody?
Even master splinter.
We've gotta find them.
Where could he have taken them?
Only one place I can think of--
the meat rack.
I grabbed three of the turtles
and knocked off the fourth.
And I got that giant rat also.
You have done well, butcher,
but you still have not gotten me the Maltese hamster.
I have given you weapons
which have made you master of the city,
yet you are incapable of finding a simple little statue.
Leave us not blow our corks, shredder.
My boys can't go through every antique store in town.
They don't have to.
One of the devices I so generously gave you
is a superconducting magnet.
Just set it to "antiques,"
and it will electromagneticly empty out
every antique shop within a 50-mile radius
and pull the antiques straight to your headquarters.
Now quit gaping and do it.
Gee, what a handy little gadget.
Hmm, let me see.
Toys...
Home furnishings...
Men's underwear...
Aha! "Antiques."
We were headed for the butcher's hangout,
but I didn't have a clue.
What was he up to? What was his plan?
And then it struck me.
It's raining knickknacks.
This must be the butcher's doing.
Yeah. With shredder's help.
All we have to do is follow these antiques,
and they'll lead us straight to his hideout.
Sweetheart, you read my mind.
It was happening all over town.
The police were baffled.
Just where do you you're think goin'?
Uh, just out for a stroll, copper.
Go home, you two.
Finding the butcher is a job for us pros.
Huh! All you flatfoots can find is a doughnut shop.
Now, listen, gumshoe.
Don't go stickin' your green nose
in police business.
Green nose?
Heh heh heh.
Uh, n-nice outfit.
May we go now, officer?
All right, all right.
BUT LET ME GIVE YOU A PIECE OF ADVICE:
Stay off of my beat.
Ok.
And don't talk to strangers.
Sure, sure. Ok.
And don't eat candy without a wrapper.
All right, already!
And look both ways before crossing the street.
We finally made it to the meat rack.
The place was a zoo.
Well, more like a butcher shop.
Anyway, it was crowded.
Hey. Where you going,
short, green, and handsome?
Heh. Excuse me, but we're in a hurry.
We headed for the back of the club.
That's where the butcher would be.
And we had to find out what he was up to?
Oh, forget it, boss.
There ain't a single Maltese hamster
in this whole pile of junk.
No luck, Mr. shredder.
We've got every antique in town,
and not a trace of that statue.
What? Impossible!
You ignoramuses have slipped up somewhere.
Hey! Don't go blaming us, metal mouth.
Now you listen to me.
I'm going to be on the docks at midnight,
and you better be there with the statue,
or else!
You were right.
Shredder is behind this whole thing.
We've gotta find splinter and the others.
I can't take you anywhere.
Well, lookie what we got here.
Boys, grab 'em!
This was it. I knew it was curtains.
I knew we were finished,
but most of all,
i knew it was time for a break.
Get 'em, boys!
How are we gonna get out of this?
Simple, sweetheart. We run for it!
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]
Hah! Food fight!
No fair. They're making a bigger mess than we are.
You'll pay for this.
Come on. Let's get outta here.
We headed for April's place.
I was afraid the butcher's goons
might have already beaten us there,
so we took the side entrance.
Oh, really! This is ridiculous.
Look, sweetheart,
I don't want the butcher's boys
to have the drop on us.
I could've just asked the super
if anyone suspicious had come in, you know.
Now, do you mind telling me
what we're doing in my apartment?
Whatever the butcher is looking for
has to be something major 'cause shredder wants it.
And if my hunch is correct, it's--
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Uh... The package.
This is it--
the thing they're all looking for.
My hamster statue?
That's right, sweetheart.
Meet me at the docks at midnight
and bring it with you.
You're not gonna give this to shredder, are you?
Of course not, but it's my only bargaining chip
to get splinter and the others back.
I had to find out
just what made that statue so important.
And to do that,
i needed one simple piece of equipment.
What do we do, boss?
It's nearly midnight,
and we still don't got that statue.
I don't know. But that guy shredder's
gonna be real ticked off.
Welcome to another edition of...
Donatello! The show for couch potatoes
who don't know beans.
It's the turtle again.
He must've come back to life.
I should've finished you off when I had the chance.
Then you'd never get the statue
everybody wants, but that I have.
You got it?! Give it to me!
Not so fast.
First you're gonna tell me why shredder wants it so bad.
Ok. There was once this evil scientist
who lived on the island of Malta.
He was the greatest scientist in all of Malta.
He was also the only scientist in all of Malta.
One day, he invented a formula
for a new super fuel,
more powerful than anything ever known.
[BANG]
It was the same day he passed away.
But he'd written down the formula
inside this statue of a cute little hamster.
So that's why shredder wants the Maltese hamster.
Right. With that super fuel,
he can repower his technodrome
and rule the world.
And I get dibs on Detroit.
Now where are you hiding that hamster?
Hold your horses. You'll get it.
Just bring splinter and the other turtles
to the docks at midnight. We'll swap then.
It's a deal.
And I don't want to see any weapons,
not even spitballs.
What a spoilsport.
Thanks, fellas.
It's been a pleasure doing business with you.
The turtle!
He's really here!
Get him!
Just what I was looking for.
See you at midnight.
Hey, remember, he said
he didn't want to see any weapons.
Quiet, you mugs.
Shredder will be here any--
you incompetent slugs.
Can't you do anything right?
It was his fault.
Oh, my fault? You was steering.
Oh, shut up, shut up, shut up,
both of you!
Well, do you have the Maltese hamster?
Well, uh...
No. But, you see...
What?! Butcher, I warned you.
Uh, excuse me.
Is this what you're looking for?
The statue! Give it to me!
Not until you release my friends.
The package first,
now! Or else I'll finish them myself.
Ok. I guess you hold all the cards.
Oh, mine at last.
Ha ha ha!
It's the formula.
The technodrome will roll again!
All right, shredhead, you got what you wanted.
Now release the others.
Ha ha! But the destruction of you and your friends
is also what I wanted. Finish them!
Aah! My formula!
The turtles have no such ray guns.
You must have done it.
Me? No way.
I'm innocent, I tell ya.
Hi, guys. Did you miss me?
To the Max, dude.
Just for that, I'm taking my weapons back.
Bebop, a teleportational ray.
Right, boss.
Hey! What did you do?
I teleported my weapons back to the technodrome.
Hey, well, what about us?
You cheap crooks are finished.
Wrong, shredder.
You're the one who's finished.
The turtles are loose.
And we don't have any weapons.
To the technodrome.
We shall meet again, turtles.
When it comes to exit lines, nobody beats ol' shredder.
He got away again.
Perhaps, but his associates have not.
Master splinter's right. Let's do it!
Now, boys, leave us be reasonable.
We was just foolin'.
Can't you take a joke?
In a word--no.
Go green machine! Hyah!
We made quick work of the butcher and his mob
and left them for the police.
They were given a collective sentence of 843 years
for robbery, racketeering,
and tearing those little tags off of mattresses.
As for shredder,
we knew we'd see him again.
He's the bad penny that keeps turning up,
the rotten apple that spoils the bunch,
the moldy anchovy that ruins the pizza.
Hey, Donatello? Yeah?
Put a sock in it!
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