♪♪ [ Rock ]
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
♪ Turtle power ♪
♪ They're the world's most fearsome fighting team ♪
♪ They're heroes in a half shell and they're green ♪
♪ When the evil Shredder attacks ♪
♪ Turtles fight back ♪
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
♪ Turtle power ♪♪
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[ Bell Tolling ]
Ladies and gentlemen,
after 10 years of research,
I am pleased to announce a breakthrough i-in computer bioelectronics--
the protein computer.
[ Crowd Gasping, Chattering ]
Oh, boy. You don't really expect us to listen to this whole lecture, do you, Donatello?
Will you shush? I'll miss what he's saying.
Wow. Cranio-electronic reflex capacitors.
[ Chuckles ] Oh, this is fascinating.
[ Mocking Chuckle ] This is boring.
Yeah, dude. I'd rather watch paint dry.
A-And best of all, it can be linked to the human mind.
By simply thinking a thought,
I can control anything connected to the protein computer.
[ Stammers ] Such as lights, the air-conditioning,
uh, electric doors.
Nobody move!
[ Crowd Gasping ]
- [ Groans ] - Uh-oh. We've got trouble.
What's the matter? Pop quiz?
No. Someone's trying to steal the protein computer. Come on.
[ Shouting ]
You just flunked, buster.
Toro, toro!
No bull!
How about a soda, jerk?
The protein computer! [ Grunts ]
[ Chattering ]
[ Michelangelo ] Time to cut class, dudes.
[ Raphael ] Uh, call me computer illiterate,
but why would a bunch of mobsters want to steal a protein computer?
I don't know. But 10-to-1 they'll try again.
[ Alarm Ringing ] It's the early warning system.
The scanner is picking up traces of transporter energy. Whoa.
That could only mean one thing.
Captain Kirk just beamed down? No.
Dregg is back. But we trashed his Dreggnaught...
and transported him to Dimension X.
Yeah, well, we'll know for sure once I've pinpointed the beam-down location.
- [ Beeping ] - Bingo! Let's go.
[ Man ] I-I-- I-I had my hands on it, boss. Honest.
If it wasn't for those reptiles--
Silence!
I want the protein computer, not excuses.
No one fails the Globfather twice.
But-But-But I-I-- I-I-- No!
[ Gasping ] Did you see that?
Anyone else who fails me will suffer the same fate.
I was sent to this planet to get the protein computer...
by someone who's willing to pay dearly for it.
Help me get it, and I'll see that you get enough alien firepower...
to take over the entire city.
Uh, y-you're the boss, Globfather. Yes, I am.
Now you're gonna pay another visit to the professor.
And this time I'm going with ya to make sure there are no foul-ups.
- [ Beeping ] - The beam-down point is inside that building.
All right, guys. Stay alert.
Hi-ya! [ All Shouting ]
There's no one here, dudes.
Well, yeah. But you got to admit...
that was one of the best entrances we've ever made.
You sure this is the right place, Donatello?
Oh, this is it all right. Whoever beamed down landed right here.
Hey. What's this?
Ew. Looks like some kind of protoplasmic substance.
[ Groans ] Looks like somebody's in bad need of a hankie.
Hi-ya! [ All Shouting ]
[ Michelangelo ] Ew. Gross.
[ Groans ] I think the busboy forgot to clear this table.
The Globfather.
[ Shrieks ] It's alive!
Did he say "Globfather"?
Yeah. What does he mean?
Well, maybe he misses his daddy.
Is this Globfather guy a space alien?
Yes!
Huxley's lab.
Computer. [ Groaning ]
I knew they'd go after the protein computer again. Let's go.
Uh, Ronnie?
- Uh, sorry, Dad. - What are you doing here?
I thought you were with your mother.
She's working late at the med center. She said I could stay with you.
Oh, no. It's much too dangerous here. I'll take you home.
[ Stammers ] Where did I put my coat?
This is, uh, General Patterson.
Uh, we're here to check out lab security.
Can't let you enter without a pass.
Here's our pass.
Wh-Wh-What was that?
They're, uh, attacking the lab.
Uh, we gotta get you and your equipment out of here, Professor.
[ Stammers ] Yes. Of course.
Dad, look!
Wh-Wh-What's going on?
We're taking your protein computer.
Turtle power!
No! You'll hit the protein computer brain!
There's only one thing worse than impersonating an officer.
[ Groans ]
And that's impersonating a turtle.
You'll regret getting in my way, reptile!
[ Groans ] Get off of me, you slime bucket!
Once I cover you with protoplasm, you'll turn into an amoeba,
just like me. [ Cackles ]
I, uh, think I need some help, guys.
Touch him, and you'll all become amoebic blobs as well.
Dudes, look!
[ Huxley ] H-Help!
[ Michelangelo ] They're nabbing the professor and his computer!
But we can't just leave Raphael like this.
It's time for me to slip away.
Dad.
If someone doesn't do something soon,
you're gonna have enough turtle jelly to last the rest of your lives.
Don't move, Raphael.
Whoa. Smooth.
They got the professor! And the protein computer.
Hey, dudes. Maybe the security camera can give us a clue.
[ Leonardo ] Professor Huxley put the protein computer brain into his son's car.
Yeah. And the kid's got it.
We've gotta find him before the Globfather does.
- [ Communicator Chirps ] - [ Donatello ] April, you there?
- What's up, Donatello? - An alien and some hoods just kidnapped Professor Huxley.
His son Ronnie has the protein computer's brain.
Get it to the police, and have them put out an all-points bulletin on the kid.
You've got it.
Sergeant Murray, this is April O'Neil.
Well, uh, th-there's something wrong, boss.
The protein computer isn't working.
Where is it?
I-I-I don't know what you're talkin' about.
If you don't want to become an amoeba like that meddling turtle,
I suggest you tell me what you did with the protein computer brain.
P-Please, take it off of me. Why should I?
It gets lonely being the only intelligent blob of protoplasm on this puny planet.
All right. All right. It's-- It's-- It's in my son's backpack,
hidden inside his radio-controlled car.
Ah. That's better.
Well, how are we gonna find the kid, Globfather?
We don't know what he looks like. Hey, boss. Look at this.
Professor Alvin Huxley's breakthrough protein computer...
was stolen from his lab this evening.
Anyone who's seen the professor's son Ronnie Huxley...
should contact authorities immediately.
[ Scoffs ] If these Earth beings were any denser,
they'd deliver the boy to me.
Please. Take this stuff off me now.
I think we'll leave it on to make sure you don't double-cross me.
But-But-But you promised.
[ Raphael ] Oh, that kid could be anywhere by now.
Yeah. Tell me about it.
It's gonna be like finding a noodle in a haystack.
You mean needle, don't you?
Well, I was trying to be just a little more positive, dude.
There he is!
[ Tires Screech ]
What do you want? Just give us your backpack, kid,
and, uh, we'll leave you alone.
[ Michelangelo ] I've got a better deal, dude.
The kid keeps the backpack, and we leave you alone.
- It's the Globfather. - Don't let him get out of his car.
This time I'll turn those Turtles into mindless slime.
Open the windows.
He's opening the windows.
Oh, we can't get out, boss.
Maybe you can't.
Look!
Either someone spilled a Jell-O mold,
or we're in big trouble!
Give me the backpack!
I'll keep the "Jelly" Green Giant busy.
You get out of here!
[ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
Didn't anyone ever tell you you could be fined heavily for making graffiti?
Help!
Let me go!
[ Leonardo ] He's got Ronnie.
Help! Help!
It's your choice, Turtles.
The boy or the backpack.
[ Sighs ] Easy, kid.
- You're okay. - They're getting away, dudes.
We gotta get that protein computer brain back.
What about my father? Don't worry, Ronnie. We'll help you find him.
The computer's workin', boss.
Good. Our alien benefactor will be pleased.
This is the Globfather calling from Earth.
Phase one complete.
Well done.
You shall be rewarded handsomely.
Thank you, Dregg. Shall I commence phase two?
Yes. Once you've hooked the protein brain...
into the National Phone Switching Network,
I'll be able to control all Earthly computers with my brain--
including their military defense system.
I'll conquer the Earth without lifting a finger.
But-- But it will be days before the Dreggnaught is completed.
[ Breathing Rapidly ] How will we get to Earth?
Put all available Microbots to work on the vortex transporter.
We'll beam to Earth as soon as it's finished.
Yes, my lord.
What? The alarm system's been cut.
Hook this up to the telephone switching computers,
and I might be nice and de-slime you.
The professor's telepathic helmet will link me to the network.
Ah! Incredible.
I can feel my mind connecting to millions of computers around the world!
[ Chimes ]
Oh, great. My system just crashed.
Good thing I have a cellular modem in my notebook computer.
Hmm. Maybe I can find out what went wrong.
- [ Beeping ] - I don't believe it. Someone just tapped into...
all the world's phone lines!
Warning, Earth beings.
This system is under alien control.
Any tampering will result in instant reprisal.
I've gotta tell the authorities what's happening.
[ Globfather ] Warning, Earth beings. This system--
This is crazy. I hope the Turtles can handle this.
Guys, it's April. Some maniac with a green face...
is controlling every phone line and computer connection in the world.
Sounds like Mr. Slimeball.
And the only place he could connect to all the phone lines...
is the National Phone Switching Network.
Well, I should be able to link up to him with the van's cell phone.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Hey. I know what I'm doing, okay? It's ringing.
So, those Turtles think they can tap into this network, do they?
Well, they'll soon regret it.
Huh? You dialed the wrong number, fool.
[ Whirring ] He's got control of our weapons.
Get down!
[ Screaming ]
[ Grunting ] He's got control of the steering.
I can't turn the wheel.
[ Grunting ] Ever wonder what a bug feels like...
when it slams into the radiator of a truck?
- Uh-uh. Why? - 'Cause we're about to find out!
[ Horn Honking ] Kill the computer system-- quick!
Okay, Donatello.
[ Horn Honks ]
Whoa. That was close!
How can we stop the Globfather if he can control any computer in the world?
There's no reason why more than one person can't control the--
Wait a minute. I think I just figured it out.
We've gotta get back to the lair.
[ Typing ]
Dregg! Everything is ready.
Very well.
It's time to take control of this puny planet once and for all.
What's this? The military is trying to regain control of the system?
I'm into the National Phone Switching Network, sir.
Good. See if you can block the invaders out.
Think again, fools.
We've lost control of our particle beam satellites.
This is Lord Dregg.
You shall be punished for trying to resist.
The nations of Earth have 15 minutes to surrender,
or next time I fire your satellite cannons,
your cities will be destroyed.
Okay. That ought to do it.
Uh, what's it supposed to do anyway?
Well, it should allow me to tap into the main phone computer,
giving me mental access so I can stop the Globfather.
Uh, maybe you should try it out first.
Uh, yeah, right.
If I can turn the lights off with it, we'll know it works.
Close, but no cigar. I can't seem to control it.
Here, let me try, dude.
Uh, sorry.
Boy, I don't get it. Theoretically it should work.
It will, but you've gotta reduce your optic stimuli in order to concentrate your thoughts.
Here, I'll show you. Wait a second.
I just figured out how to do it.
All right. Way to go, dude.
What am I hanging around here for? These guys don't want my help.
Come on. We've gotta stop the Globfather.
Hey. Where's the kid. We'll find him later. We gotta go.
We have discussed your terms with the leaders of all nations...
and have agreed to turn over command of the planet to you, Lord Dregg.
At last the Earth is mine!
Not today, Dregg!
Block for me. I'm gonna rush the computer.
Go, Green Machine!
Whoa. There's too many of them to tackle.
But I've gotta plug my helmet into the master computer to get control.
I'm in control, fools.
And to prove it, I'm going to fire the particle beam satellites...
and annihilate a dozen cities.
I've only got 60 seconds to stop Dregg before the particle cannons are ready to fire.
Go out for a pass, dude!
Get him!
Whoa!
I'm in.
But you won't stop the satellite cannons while I've got control.
[ Beeping ]
Will somebody stop that thing? I can't concentrate.
Got to shut down the satellites.
Your mind isn't strong enough, reptile.
My concentration is stronger.
You can't stop me now.
That's what he thinks.
Huh?
Donatello, now!
It'll take more than that to stop me, reptiles.
How about this?
[ Screams ]
Dad!
Ronnie, get back!
[ Whirs ]
Not so fast, slimeball.
No!
Mung, beam us back to Dimension X.
I'll be back, reptiles.
And next time, I will not be denied!
Oh, Dad! Oh, thank you for saving us.
Thank your son, Professor Huxley.
Yeah, we couldn't have done it without him.
Hey, dudes. If I had a cool car like this, I could have tripped up Dregg.
[ Screams, Shouts ]
No doubt about it, Michelangelo.
You definitely could have tripped him up.
[ All Laughing ]