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♪ They're heroes in the half shell ♪
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He's a radical rat.
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That's a fact, Jack.
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Oh, hurry up and fix it, will you, Donatello?
I'm missing a classic movie:
Surf Zombies from Zuma.
Can't you see I'm doing the best I can?
Frankly, I can't see anything.
Yo, Donatello!
The pizza oven needs serious help.
I wish you guys would give me a break.
I've only got six fingers.
What's the problem, fellas?
The problem is every time something breaks down,
I'm expected to fix it.
Hey, it comes with the territory.
You're the resident genius.
Exactly right.
I'm a scientist, not a handyman.
Bad career choice, dude.
Handymen rake in 65 bucks an hour.
Come on, guys, Donatello does more
than his share around here.
Thanks for sticking up for me, Leonardo.
I owe you one.
Fix my electric toothbrush and we'll call it even.
That does it!
This handyman is officially on strike!
Touchy, touchy, touchy.
This contraption is the only thing
that'll get those guys off my back.
Well, Donatello, I see you are reconditioning
your old cloning device.
It's the only way I'll ever find time
to work on my inventions, Master Splinter.
With a clone of yourself?
Exactly.
My duplicate can handle the household chores
while I devote myself to loftier scientific endeavors.
You must be careful, my son.
A wise person once said,
"It's not nice to fool Mother Nature."
Uh, wasn't that a TV commercial?
Wisdom can appear in many places.
[Man] So here's the deal, Rat King.
You set your rats loose on the streets.
The panic scares everybody out of the city,
and me and my boys will take it from there.
[laughing] [laughing]
Take what, Mr. McFingers?
We'll take the gold, the jewelry, and the cash.
And what, may I ask, is in it for me
and my furry little followers?
After we clean out the place, the whole city is yours.
It'll be a regular, uh...ratropolis.
Oh, my very own ratropolis.
[chuckles]
It has a delightful ring to it.
Don't you agree, my loyal subjects?
[evil laugh]
[Donatello] There, it's back in perfect condition.
One of the perks of living in a sewer
is that you have plenty of volunteers
for scientific experiments.
[rat squeaking]
[chuckling] Oh, don't worry, little guy.
I'd never hurt a fellow creature.
[whirring]
Whoops.
I had my hand in the way.
Ah, no harm done.
It works perfectly.
That's it, guys.
Thanks for the help.
I'll make sure you're mentioned
in all the scientific journals.
[squeaking]
Oh, brother, what a hair-raising experience.
[gasps] I don't believe it.
I can actually talk!
I just wish I had a more macho voice.
How many of my rodents will you require
for your little...caper?
[McFingers] All of 'em!
The more, the scarier.
Mr. McFingers, you have a deal.
[squeaking]
Enough with the chittering.
These humans only understand words.
A talkin' rat? What gives here?
Some green guy with a cloning device
zapped him, and out came me.
That still doesn't explain why you can talk.
Hey, I'll bet it happened when the green guy
stuck his hand in the light.
I must've picked up some of his genetic chromosomes.
What the heck is a genetic chromosome anyway?
Okay, what's goin' on here?
Green guy? Cloning device?
It has to be Donatello.
Ain't he one of them Juvenile Karate Lizards?
Close.
They're Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Whatever.
Do you realize with a gizmo like that,
we can make scillions more rats than you have now,
more than enough to-- to take over the city!
Even more rats?
How wonderful!
Forget just one lousy city.
We could take over the whole country!
[Rat King] An entire rat nation!
It works for me.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's find this Donatello guy.
Well, here goes.
Ready to duplicate myself.
[whirring]
Perfect to the last detail.
I certainly am a handsome devil.
Thank you.
Well, enough chit-chat.
Time to get to work.
Exactly what sort of work did you have in mind?
You know, change a few light bulbs,
tighten some dripping faucets.
Excuse me.
I am a scientist, not a handyman.
[yelping]
Oh, great, a clone with an attitude.
Now, look, you're my clone.
You take orders from me.
I am not a clone.
I'm an enhanced replication.
And thanks to a glitch in your algebraic equation,
I have ten times your intelligence.
Yeah, and one heck of an ego.
It looks like I'll just have to cut you down to size.
You're in for a surprise.
I also have ten times your ninja skills.
Heeyah!
Woo-yah!
Ooh! Hiyah!
Whoa!
I think I've made my point.
Well, that was stimulating.
I seem to have worked up my first appetite.
Euh! Work, darn it! Work!
I don't think pounding it is going to fix it, Raphael.
Yeah, Leonardo's right.
Maybe you ought to try kicking it.
Greetings, fellow turtles.
Whoa, gnarly-looking snack, dude.
And it contains a perfect balance
of the five basic food groups.
Hey, never mind fixing sandwiches.
How about fixing this TV?
Forget it, Raphael.
Your feeble brain has had too much television already.
Mellow out, dude.
Raphael's brain is as good as mine.
Wrong. Compared to you, he's a rocket scientist.
Ouch.
Hey, back off, Donatello.
You're way out of line.
Oh? Exactly what are you going to do about it...
oh, noble leader?
[sighs] I'm sorry to have to do this, Donatello,
but someone has to teach you a lesson.
Well, it sure won't be you.
Whu-- Whoa, oof!
All right, who's next?
We both are! We both are!
Hiyah! Wuyuh wuyuh! Wooyah!
Bonzai!
Whoa!
Boy, did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the sewer
for some fresh air.
What on earth happened to Donatello?
Beats the heck out of me.
Beats the heck out of all of us.
What an unsanitary environment.
This is a perfect breeding ground
for all sorts of loathsome creatures.
That's him!
The one they call Donatello.
[McFingers] Okay, get him!
Got him!
Good work.
Let's take him to the hideout.
Take good care of him, partner.
Partner?
Now that I've got him, who needs you?
[laughing]
Why, that two-timing, double-crossing...rat!
[McFingers] Okay, Donatello, this is your new home.
Better get used to it.
[Donatello Clone] Let's get something straight.
I am not Donatello.
I'm an enhanced replication of that puny-brained mutant.
What is that supposed to mean?
Uh, it means he ain't nothing but a clone.
That's Mr. Clone to you.
Oh, what a lousy break.
We got the wrong one!
I am ten times smarter than that shellback Donatello,
and ten times stronger.
Ooh!
But can you build me one of them cloning machines?
That primitive hunk of junk?
Why, I could construct one with half my brain
tied behind my back.
You're that smart, huh?
Smarter.
How long would it take you
to clone a few million of these?
Two weeks? Ha!
Try two hours.
[gasps] Only two hours?
I told you, I'm a genius.
Yeah, what a sap.
What an ego.
For someone with my mental capacities,
this is mere child's play.
[sighs] Yawn.
That was boringly easy.
[chittering]
Here you go, rodent.
Happy duplicating.
[whirring]
[hammering]
[Raphael] Hey, who needs Donatello anyway?
We can do our own handyman stuff.
That's right.
He's not the only one who can fix things around here.
For sure, dude.
Anyone can fix things if they put their mind to it.
Ow!
Whoa!
Oof!
Whoa, oh, no!
Whoa! Hey!
It appears to me that you need Donatello, my students.
Maybe if we ask him nicely?
[McFingers] You did it!
[Donatello Clone] Of course.
[Thug 1] Wow, I ain't seen this many rats
since I left home.
Now we can start taking over this town.
Send out the clones!
[chittering]
[Male Newscaster] Attention, all citizens,
the city is being invaded by hordes of rats.
The creatures are everywhere!
Operator! Operator!
Get me 911.
Never mind my location.
I'm moving to a new one.
[Male Newscaster] Panicky people are leaving the city in droves.
We take you now to our on-the-spot reporter
April O'Neil.
April O'Neil here, on the steps of City Hall
where the mayor is about to make a statement.
Fellow citizens, I urge you to remain calm
and not panic.
We have nothing to fear but fear itself--
Ahh! [squeaking]
And a couple million rats!
If you're wondering whether the mayor will seek re-election,
it looks like he's definitely running.
This is April O'Neil signing off.
[whimpering] All right, that's a wrap.
Can we please go now?
I simply hate sneaky little rats.
That's funny, Vernon.
I thought you'd feel right at home with them.
I just wish I could figure out
where they're all coming from.
Oh, no.
It isn't possible!
Could that be who I think it is?
Now follow me and stay in line and no dawdling.
I made you and I can break you.
It is him.
It's Donatello.
I always knew those turtles couldn't be trusted.
Their eyes are too close together.
I'd better call the Turtles.
Hold still, guys.
I'm almost finished. [electronic chirping]
Uh-oh. The Turtlecom.
Raphael here.
Raphael, I have some terrible news.
Are you sitting down?
Uh, sort of. What's up?
I just saw Donatello leading a swarm of rats
in a takeover of the city.
Donatello? That's impossible.
Totally!
The dude might be bizarro, but he's no traitor.
Besides, he's right here in the lair,
working in his lab.
Yeah, come on. We'll show you.
M-Michelangelo, wait!
Yahh!
Goodness, what was that?
Uh, we're just doing a little light housekeeping.
We'll get back to you.
Yo, Donatello, where are you?
♪ Come out, come out wherever you are ♪
There's no sign of him.
Do you suppose April was right?
No way, dude.
I still don't believe our brainiac bud
could've gone bad.
Who does he think he is, the Rat King?
[Raphael] Maybe he flipped out.
He has been working awfully hard lately.
Nah, he's around here someplace.
I'm definitely picking up some strong Donatello vibes.
Ohh... Whoa! Oof!
[muffled shouts]
Listen. There's someone in there.
Let's see who it is.
[muffled speech]
Thanks, I needed that.
Donatello, what happened?
I made a clone of myself to help
with the household repairs and it turned on me.
Well, don't feel bad. It turned on us, too.
The dude really kicked all three of us around.
It looks like this clone of yours
is leading millions of rats in a major uprising.
We have to track down that bogus dude and destroy it.
If we don't, it could mean the end of the city!
Oh, this is all my fault.
Why didn't I listen to Master Splinter?
[rats chittering] [people screaming]
[Male Newscaster] These are tragic times for our city.
It's turned into a regular rat race,
and it looks like the rats are winning!
[Male Newscaster] Attention, all citizens, please stay off the streets.
Hordes of angry rats continue to plague the city.
[screaming]
It worked!
What a brainstorm.
Uh, yeah, the rats run in and the people run out.
[McFingers] And we grab the loot.
Cloney, you're a downright genius!
That's precisely what I've been trying to tell you.
That was Pinky McFingers.
And I'll bet a week's salary he has something to do
with this rat invasion.
Uh, hey, how come you didn't snatch any dough for yourself?
[scoffs]
I have loftier aims than merely accumulating money.
Yeah? Like what?
Like worldwide recognition of my superior intellect.
Perhaps even a ticker-tape parade in my honor.
Hey, everybody's gotta have a dream.
As for me, mine's already come true!
Heh ha ha ha!
Ha ha! Hoo hoo hee! I love this.
[Raphael] Great move, Donatello.
Thanks to that clone you built, the city is filled with rats.
If you'd just fixed those things back at the lair,
like we asked, none of this would've happened!
Ah, back off, will you, guys?
I already said I was sorry.
[chittering]
Okay, dudes, I found that squeak in the engine.
Just add it to the collection.
Hold everything.
I think I located my clone.
Whoa! I see it, too!
[Leonardo] Quick, where's it located?
[beeping]
Oh, right here in the Turtle Van.
[Raphael] It's you.
Yeah, I guess my digital feedback scanner
can't handle two of me at once.
Oh, mondo bummer, dudes.
It's no use, guys.
If I can't locate that clone, then no one can.
Whoa! [tires skidding]
Just because McFingers is a criminal doesn't mean
he has to disobey the speed laws.
There it is.
I found his hideout.
I'd better call the Turtles.
I might need some help with this.
Gotcha!
Well, what do you know?
It's that snoopy dame TV reporter.
I thought you two watched cartoons, not the news.
Come with us!
The boss knows how to handle wise gals like you.
[chirping] April, this is Leonardo. Where are you?
Come in, April.
It's no use. I can't locate her.
Let's get back to the lair.
Maybe Master Splinter's heard something.
[Raphael] First, we lose Donatello's clone,
and now April.
They say bad luck always comes in threes.
I wonder what's next.
Ah-hah!
Here's number three:
his royal maniac the Rat King.
I'm not here to fight you turtles.
I'm here to help you.
Oh, yeah? How?
By moving to another sewer system?
No, by telling you where to find Pinky McFingers.
He's the one who has your clone.
Great. Where is he?
This map will lead you directly to his hideout.
Thanks.
But why are you doing this?
I'm paying him back for double-crossing me
by ratting on him.
Get it? Ratting on him?
Don't you just love rodent humor?
So you had to come snooping around, huh?
What do you want?
I'm looking for my friend Donatello,
and I know you've got him!
Okay, you caught me green-handed.
Hey, boy genius, you got a visitor.
[sighs]
I thought I made it clear.
No interruptions while I'm cloning!
Donatello! Are you all right?
What has McFingers done to you?
He's given me this state-of-the-art laboratory
in which to perform my brilliantly complex experiments.
That's what.
I don't believe it.
You're actually working for this...
this lowlife?
You bet he is, doll-baby.
Everybody's got a price tag.
If Donatello's gone bad,
then there's no hope for the world.
[Leonardo] Okay, this is the place.
Hey, foam dome,
you ain't supposed to be out here.
Yeah, you're supposed to be in the lab working.
I think you have me confused with someone else.
Uh, no we don't.
You are coming with us.
Sorry to disappoint you, but I have other plans.
Ahh!
You're next!
Uhh!
Ahh! Help!
Nice moves, Donatello!
I see you haven't lost your touch.
For sure, dude.
The four of us will take care
of that clone of yours, no problemo.
Uh, I wouldn't be so sure about that.
You fiend!
You'll never get away with this!
Ain't life strange?
One minute you're a hotshot reporter,
next minute you're a hot lunch for a bunch of rats.
Okay, genius. Soup's on!
[laughing]
[All] Turtle power!
The Turtles!
And two Donatellos?
Don't get the two of us mixed up.
We look exactly alike.
Who are you kidding?
I am much better-looking.
Hi, fellas.
I've been expecting you.
You have? Yes.
I deduced that you'd try
something stupid just about now.
You might as well give up.
We outnumber you four to one.
Then let's even things up...
shall we?
Holy guacamole.
You're me!
Exactamundo, dude.
Only mondo rude!
Ta-da!
That's funny.
Somehow I always thought I was taller.
Too bad your moves aren't as sharp as your wisecracks.
Oh, I hate to do this to myself.
I know exactly how you feel!
Might as well warn you.
Donatello knows bo!
And I know that you know it,
which gives me a distinct advantage.
Uh, what are you planning to do?
Before I finish you off,
will you admit that I'm your scientific superior?
Certainly...
once you tell me who built this cloning device.
Who? Why, I did of course.
Come on, you couldn't have built it.
You're just a clone.
Of course I did!
Clones are capable of anything!
No way.
I did, too, build it!
I did! I did! I did! I did!
Oh, yeah?
I'll bet you can't even throw it into reverse.
Oh, no? Watch this!
[Donatello Clone] Ah, my clones...
they're disappearing!
You tricked me!
It figures.
He majored in trickonometry.
I'm melting...
[Male Newscaster] It's truly a miracle.
The rats are vanishing as quickly as they appeared.
And they aren't the only rats
that will be disappearing for a long time.
There's also Pinky McFingers and his gang.
Yeah, I knew there was something fishy
about that reptile.
[whistling]
Boy, you sure are one happy handyman.
Hey, why not?
I'm doing what I like best.
As soon as I fix this toaster,
I'll start on the washing machine.
Well, Donatello, it sounds as though
you have learned a valuable lesson.
Oh, I sure have, sensei.
I've learned that two Donatellos is one too many.
My sentiments exactly.
Oh, no. Not again!
Gotcha!
♪ Ha ha-ha ha-ha ha ♪
Oh! Man!
Very funny.
I'll get you for this, Raphael!
Come back and fight like a turtle!
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