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♪ 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 ♪
Give me a break.
♪ Michelangelo is a party dude ♪
♪ teenage mutant ninja turtles ♪
♪ heroes in a half shell ♪
♪ turtle power ♪♪
DJ ON RADIO: Hey, all you ill-guided juveniles!
You're listening to the hottest sounds around,
and I do mean hot.
It's 112 degrees. Count 'em. Ha ha!
So here's a cool little number--
the eskimos with pass the blubber to me, bubba!
MICHELANGELO: Whoa, dudes.
There's nothing better to beat the heat
than a steaming pizza!
Ohh, Michelangelo, how can you eat hot pizza
on a day like this?
Come on, April,
hot pizza is always cool.
Yeah, especially if it's cooked by Wolfgang plink.
The man's a genius.
The Picasso of pizza.
That's why plink's is the hot place.
Oh, you can say that again.
The air conditioning must be on the blink.
MICHELANGELO: Hey, here comes the dude himself.
You fortunate people have the privilege
OF SAMPLING MY LATEST WOLFGANG PLINK CREATION:
Tofu and the fresh shrimp.
MICHELANGELO: Get serious.
Ooh, smells more like old socks.
[SNIFF SNIFF]
It has spoiled!
How could such a thing happen?
Good heavens!
It is completely gewerkenstinken!
How can this be?
My refrigerator was just repaired today.
Whew! It's times like these
that I appreciate living in a sewer.
All right, here!
Nobody's going nowheres
till we get your money and jewelry, that is.
ALL: Money and jewelry?
Well, that lets us out.
This is no joke. It's a holdup!
Hey, what are you guys dressed up for,
a trip back to Casablanca?
You like these outfits any better?
Haee-yah!
Whoa!
Now chill out, dude.
Whoa-aah!
Get those lizards!
Lizards?
All right, turtles.
Time to work off some of those calories.
Wa-hee! Wa-hee!
Yah! Yah!
Whoa!
Awesome arsenal!
Dinner is served!
Ooh! Unh! Aah!
Mmm, a new Wolfgang plink taste sensation--
anchovy pizza topped with a chocolate fudge.
Could I order one to go?
And so once again,
the mysterious ninja turtles
have protected the lives and property
of the citizens of our city.
This is April O'Neill, channel 6 news,
reporting from what used to be plink's.
Well, burne, what did you think?
I thought it lacked some basic ingredients.
Are you talking about the story or the pizza?
I'm sorry, April.
You just didn't dig deep enough.
What's the matter, April,
afraid you'd ruin your manicure?
You are wrong, Mr. Thompson!
That story had everything--
pathos, passion...
Uh...Pepperoni.
But it didn't have turtles.
If you had gotten some film
on these so-called heroes,
that would be a story.
Well, you see, they asked me not to--
in my day, we didn't make excuses.
We made news.
Reporters were tough back then.
We'd do anything to get our story.
Right. And if he weren't so old and out of shape,
he'd find out who those turtles are in no time.
Old and out of shape, am I?
Uh...
What I meant was--
I'll show all of you
that I can get the poop
on those trouble-making turtles.
I don't care what slime I have to crawl through,
what maniacs I'll have to face,
or what death-defying risks I'll have to take.
Boss, you're my kind of newsman.
And you're coming with me.
Me? Ohh!
No, but I--I...
Wait! What story am I assigned to?
Who cares?
Do a story on why everyone's air conditioning is broken.
Air conditioning? Ha!
Well, why not?
It ought to be a hot story.
Hmm. You know, Irma,
you might be on to something.
There. The finishing touch.
Now that's what a real news hound looks like.
Are you sure you're still up to this, boss?
Of course I am.
A good reporter remembers everything.
Uh, everything?
Well, almost everything.
Brr! It's chilly for this time of year,
wouldn't you say?
It's colder than a turtle's tail fin.
Well, I think it's totally cool.
Whoa! Unh!
And also totally painful.
It makes no sense.
Why is it so c-cold down here
and so hot up there?
Most unusual.
I fear something is afoot.
Hey, fellas, it's April.
Well, it's about time.
I've had it with January.
April-- on the turtlecom.
Turtles, come in, please.
What's up, April?
Can you meet me back at plink's pizza
in 10 minutes?
Sure thing.
All right!
When in doubt, pig out!
And I found out that channel 6's air conditioning
was repaired by the same outfit that fixed plink's--
s & k refrigeration.
They don't do very good work.
Hunh, that's for sure.
Every unit in a 10-block radius is out,
and they've all been serviced by s & k.
Somebody should file a complaint.
I tried, but they're not listed in the phone book.
Hey, I saw their truck parked here earlier.
They might still be in the area.
You fellas check out the east side of town.
I'll take the west.
You got it.
Turtles, let's get our shells in gear!
[SIREN]
Uh, boss, do you really think
we should be in this neighborhood at night?
Of course.
That's how I'll get the inside dope
on those turtles.
This place is crawling with informers.
[SQUEAKING]
Ohh!
It's crawling with lots of things.
Will you pull yourself together?
There. I told you.
Now to make contact with him.
I'm looking for the giant turtles.
Is the tablecloth red?
It must be some new underworld slang.
The turtles are green.
That is not the password.
Who are you? How much do you know?
Actually, I don't know anything.
He's my boss.
I know even less than he does.
We shall see.
We have ways of making you talk.
Bingo, fellas!
I found the repair truck.
Corner of 4th street and main.
I'm gonna check it out.
LEONARDO: April, don't! Wait!
Ok. I won't wait.
Excuse me.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Bebop!
Don't worry, krang.
The girl can do us no further harm.
She's unable to warn the turtles.
[MUFFLED] What are you doing?
And what of operation ice station?
Never fear.
We have more freon
stolen from the city's air conditioning units
ready for transfer to the technodrome.
Freon? Get real!
That primitive fluorocarbon is too unstable.
We must implement plan b.
Plan b?
Plan b is to obtain a supply of nutrifreeze,
an experimental gas
10 times more powerful than freon.
I want you to break into the nutrifreeze plant
and steal it.
You heard him.
To the nutrifreeze plant.
Uh, right, boss.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
We're too late.
April's gone.
Wow, it looks like some dude
really peeled rubber.
I smell freon.
It must have come from the refrigeration truck.
Hey, check it out-- a trail of gas.
It must be April.
I bet she was captured
and she leaving us a trail.
Captured? By whom?
By those s & k creeps, who else?
I wonder what s & k stands for?
I'm willing to bet
it's not sensitive and kindly.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
No!
I can't stand it.
Please, no!
I tell you, we don't know anything. Please.
Ha ha ha ha!
Ho ho, ha ha ha ha!
No!
Oh, I can't stand it.
Enough. If they knew anything,
they'd have talked by now.
No one can withstand
3 hours of intense tickling.
See? I told you we didn't know anything.
Unfortunately, now you do.
It will be necessary to liquidate you.
Ohh!
[TIRES SCREECHING]
We've been discovered.
Quickly. We must escape.
We're saved?
I can't believe it.
I told you, Vernon.
We old pros are survivors.
The word is out on the street
that you're looking for me.
Why, no.
I'm looking for those darned turtles.
That's me.
I'm don turtelli.
So who sent you?
No one sent us. Honest.
No? I got ways to make you talk.
Ohh!
Oh, no. Not again.
BEBOP: Ow.
SHREDDER: Careful with that, you numskull.
Ah, gee, I was just doing what you told me.
He never told you to brain me.
That's enough!
You must handle this nutrifreeze carefully.
It's extremely volatile.
Oh, uh, what's that mean?
DONATELLO: It means prone to explode...
Just like us.
The turtles! Foot soldiers, attack!
Come on, bebop.
Let's soften them up first.
Hyah! Hyah!
Unh! Ooh!
Hey, dudes!
If at first you don't succeed, um...
Oh, oh, um...
Try again, you imbeciles!
Oh, yeah. That's it.
Time to boogie, dudes.
Uh-oh, I hear the patter of little foot soldiers.
I have an idea. Hyah!
MICHELANGELO: Whoa, I can dig it.
It's like roundup time.
All right!
The foot soldiers are ready for shipping
just in time for the holidays.
Stop them!
Operation ice station must not fail!
You heard the boss.
Let's make turtle mush.
No, you nitwits.
Not with the nutrifreeze.
Time to get crunched, shellheads.
Wrong, mutant-breath.
Whoa.
Nuclear nose job.
What's happening?
I feel like frosty the snowturtle.
It's that nutrifreeze.
It froze Michelangelo solid.
What are we gonna do?
We can't leave him like this.
Aah! Turtles!
It's April! Let's go.
It's a trap.
Quick. Run for it.
Welcome, turtles.
Too late, you meddling reptiles.
As Michelangelo would say,
chill out, dudes.
I--I can't move.
It will be a cold day
when you can get the better of me.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Unh!
You'll never get away with this, shredder.
Oh, tsk tsk.
Such atrocious dialogue
from such a pretty face.
Hurry. We must get the nutrifreeze
to the modules.
Ooh, let me blast those turtles, boss.
I love it when they can't fight back.
Do as I say.
Time is of the essence.
Au revoir, turtles, till we meet again.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Ooh! Unh!
I still don't understand
why did those mobsters let us go?
Well, a good newsman knows
when to hold and when to fold.
And when to blubber like a baby?
Well, it worked, didn't it?
Look. It's the turtles!
Vernon, this is it.
The story I've searched for.
Now's my chance
to expose those slimy, green lawbreakers
for what they are.
What--what's going on?
Stop! Put us down!
We're TV people.
The ice--it's starting to melt.
Oh, what happened, dudes?
I must've zoned out.
The last thing I remember,
shredder was headed for the sewers.
And he had April with him.
We've got to stop shredder
before he puts nutrifreeze
to some horrible use.
Oh, like what?
Well, it isn't to open
a chain of frozen yogurt stands.
Rock steady, where did you park
those transport modules?
Hmm. Let me see.
Pawn ticket for one stun laser.
That ain't it.
I lost the ticket, boss.
Why must I be cursed
with a couple of dipsticks like you?
Hey, boss, look.
The modules.
Rock steady, bebop, bring miss O'Neill
and come with me.
Foot soldiers, operate module two.
You might as well give up, shredder.
You're through.
Really. Name one person who can stop me.
I'll name four--
cowabunga!
Wow, talk about fighting dirty.
Module two, fire proton rocket.
A rocket!
It's every turtle for himself!
Where are we?
I think I'd rather not know.
[SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE]
Who are you, people?
What do you want?
Oh, no. It can't be.
Zorkon gleek norkit, hound dog.
What are you planning to do to us?
Kitchy kitchy koo.
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
Well, miss O'Neill,
I hope you're not counting on the turtles
saving you this time.
Ha ha! By now, they're nothing more
than chunks of turtle meat
splattered on the sewer walls.
Yeah. Pretty gross, huh?
Shredder, you're fiendishly inhuman.
Thank you.
DONATELLO: Please take your seats.
We will be experiencing some turbulence.
What?
Thank you for flying superside airline.
Cowabunga, companeros!
It's those blasted turtles!
Look at us, fellas!
Bet you can't hit us.
Watch out, turtles!
Way to go! Direct hit!
Ooh, we're slowing down, boss.
What do we do now?
Prepare to eject.
A word of advice--
when this module crashes,
try not to go all to pieces.
Aah!
Those creeps. They've left April.
Uh, isn't that what we wanted?
Not if she's inside
when the nutrifreeze goes boom.
Not to worry.
It would take a tremendous impact
to cause that.
Will that do?
Thanks, guys.
Hang on, April.
We're going to make turtle tracks.
[EXPLOSION]
Whoa.
That nutty nutrifreeze.
Unh! Ohh!
How unbelievable.
I could've sworn
we were beamed aboard that spaceship
only an hour ago.
But it was summertime.
We must've been gone for months.
Vernon, I'm about to file the story of the century.
Well, shredder,
thanks to your incompetence,
operation ice station is a failure.
Failure?
We've cooled the place off, haven't we?
[SNORT]
Can we take a break now, boss?
Oh, shut up and keep running.
But, Mr. Thompson,
are you sure you want to reveal this story?
Do I?
Just stand aside and watch
how a real reporter digs up the facts.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
This is burne Thompson with the news.
In the tradition of responsible reporting
that is the hallmark of channel 6 news,
here is tonight's top story.
Elvis clones from Mars invade earth!
Ha ha ha ha!
Really, Mr. Thompson,
you must get a grip on yourself.
Yeah. Get real.
Ha ha! But's it's true,
every word of it.
Keep watching the skies,
and don't trust anyone with sideburns!
Ha ha! Ho ho, ha ha ha ha!
Heh heh! Who says
there's nothing funny on television?
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