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♪ Teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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 ♪
Gimme a break!
♪ Michelangelo is a
party dude ♪ party!
♪ Teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪
♪ teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪
♪ teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪
♪ heroes in a half shell ♪
♪ turtle power ♪
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this is April o'Neil,
channel 6 news,
here at the science
and technology exhibition
in median park,
featuring the latest
high-tech wonders--
everything from computerized
weather balloons
to solar-powered bicycles.
But the real star
of the show
is the army's new top-secret
zeppelin auto gyro,
which will make its maiden
flight this evening.
General, the armed forces stopped
using zeppelins over 50 years ago.
Why bring them back now?
Well, I'm afraid that's classified
information, miss o'Neil.
Remember, you heard it
here first.
And now,
back to our studios.
Now can I finish
my story?
After all, Zach and Walt
never heard
these turtle adventures.
Neither have we.
And we were there.
Anyway, there I was,
shredder and his
foot soldiers moving in.
My brother turtles
were no help.
They'd been knocked
unconscious.
Wrong. We passed out
from boredom.
Bag the story,
Donatello.
I want to show the little
dudes our scrapbook.
Wow! A teenage mutant
ninja turtle scrapbook!
What's in it?
Mementos of
our adventures.
Like, here.
A flower?
That's from
the female ninja lotus.
She always left a lotus
as a calling card.
Oh, and this
must be you guys
before you were mutants.
LEONARDO: We were
just baby turtles then.
Oh, yeah, cute little
nippers, weren't we?
Who's that guy?
LEONARDO:
That's master splinter.
Before that rat shredder
turned him into a rat.
And these are the most
valuable things
in our scrapbook--
this is the only map
to our lair.
We used to get lost
a lot down here.
Oh, that's right. Blab
it to the whole world.
And this is the evidence
of shredder's conspiracy.
Conspiracy?
It proves that
shredder conspired
to get
master splinter
thrown out
of the foot clan.
Oh! You mean this could
reinstate master splinter
into the foot clan?
Right--and they'd give
shredder the boot.
Wow!
I bet shredder would love
to get his hands on this.
We must prevent that
at all costs.
Eew, yuck!
Ugh, what is this?
Oh, that's the crust
from my very first
slice of pizza.
Hey, guys,
if you don't mind,
I'd like
to finish my story.
Surrounded and
outnumbered, I attacked.
The foot soldiers
couldn't withstand
the force of
my powerful strokes.
Hyah!
Nice going, Donatello.
I'll call you if I'm
ever attacked by a lamp.
Uh, uh-oh, it's late.
We gotta go or our parents
are gonna worry.
Well, thanks for letting
us see your scrapbook.
Uh, yeah. And thanks
for letting me come along.
The turtles and I
will always remember
your brother's
bravery, Walt.
Right.
My brother the hero.
I am certain
one day,
you will show
your bravery.
Come on, dudes.
I'll guide you back.
Ok, see you later,
guys.
[TURTLES ALL
TALKING AT ONCE]
Hey, this ain't the park.
How are we gonna swipe stuff
from that science fair?
MICHELANGELO:
Come on, you guys.
Hold it!
Someone's coming.
Now, just take the next
sewer tunnel to the left
and you'll be near your
pad when you climb out.
Oh, thanks,
Michelangelo.
We never would've found
our way out without you.
Exactamundo.
That's the way
we like it.
So long,
little dudes.
ZACH: So long!
WALT: Bye!
Wow. Weren't the turtles
great, Walt?
I guess.
They sure think
you're something.
[GASPS] Walt!
That's the turtles'
document pouch!
Well, it fell out
of that scrapbook,
so I took it
for a souvenir.
The turtles don't need a
map to their lair, anyway.
But master splinter
can use that evidence
to clear his name
with the foot clan.
Oh, you gotta
give it back, Walt.
No way.
You get to be
an honorary turtle.
You get a turtle com.
I don't get
anything--
except this pouch.
Walt! Come back!
Those kids got a map
to the turtles' hideout.
Yeah, and some stuff
about the foot clan.
Ooh, if we got that,
I bet shredder would
give us a raise.
Raise what?
He don't pay us now.
SHREDDER: You say
they have evidence
concerning splinter
and the foot clan
and a map
to the turtles' lair?
Right, boss.
Don't let them
out of your sight.
I'm on my way
to join you.
In the transport module.
Give that back!
It's turtle property!
Huh.
He must have gone home
to cry to mommy.
I bet even little brother
could find the turtles' lair
with this.
Turtle power!
And I'm taking this
back to--
[GASPS]
Shredder!
I'll take that pouch,
if you don't mind.
I do mind!
Bebop, rocksteady!
After him!
Hey, we're on stage.
How do I look?
Who are those freaks?
I'm getting out
of here!
Walt, am I glad
to see you!
You are?
Yeah. Here,
take the pouch!
Uh-uh.
I don't want it
anymore.
Walt, you've got
to hide it
until we can take it
back to the turtles.
What are you
gonna do?
Uh, I'll stall
those creeps.
Great. Where am I
supposed to hide this?
Oh! I'll hide it
in that Cannon.
The kid ain't here.
Wow, look
at this stuff!
Ha ha.
What do thee think?
I think that thou had
better find that brat now!
Uh, right, boss.
[CREAK]
What was that?
There you are!
Come any closer and I'll--I'll
slice you to ribbons.
Hey! Let go of me!
Search him.
Sorry, boss,
not a sign
of the pouch.
Oh, he must have
hidden it.
Take him
to the technodrome.
Krang has ways
of making him talk.
Unh! You creeps won't
get away with this.
Ooh, come on, kid.
This play has got
one more act.
Yeah, and then
it's curtains for you.
Now, to find that map.
So,
you have the pouch.
No, I don't have it.
Leave me alone.
Then
where'd you put it?
You will tell me.
Help!
This is Zach calling
the turtles.
Emergency!
Oh...
Can't those numskulls
even handle a boy?
I'll deal
with you later.
Not even your friends
can save you now.
I've got
to get out of here!
The science fair!
I'll hide
in the crowd.
Now, take this brat
to the technodrome.
I'll get the other one.
You creeps are pretty brave,
pushing a kid around.
Hey, pushing kids around
is what we do best.
There he goes!
Hey, watch it!
Be careful!
Somebody help me!
Out of my way!
Hey, you!
Stop chasing that kid!
Are you gonna
stop me?
No.
But I'm sure
somebody will.
Now where did he go?
Aha!
You won't get away
from me that easily.
I know these sewers,
and you are
a mere boy.
I need that pouch, krang.
My reputation as leader
of the foot clan
is at stake.
And with that map,
I can seek out
and destroy splinter.
I care nothing
about your
little foot clan
or your feud
with splinter.
I have more important
things to do
than extract
information from boys.
Oh, do this for me,
and I'll--I'll--
yes?
I'll work Saturdays
for a month.
Well...
Please?
[CACKLES]
I love it when you beg.
All right.
Prepare the thought
extractor.
You have one
last chance, boy,
so why don't you just
draw that map for me?
Why don't you
go suck an egg!
Hmm! As you wish.
Prepare him for
thought extraction.
Ooh, this will drain
his brain.
Shut it off!
Shut it off!
Shut it off!
COMPUTER: Beginning
thought extraction
on mutant rhino
and warthog.
No data to extract.
Turtle power!
Ohh, which way
is the turtles' lair?
I can't remember.
I'm lost!
I want to go home.
No. I made this mess,
and I'm gonna fix it.
You can't hide
from me, boy.
Nobody escapes
from shredder.
This has not been
a red-letter day.
ZACH: Oh, wow!
These have to be
the controls
for everything
in the technodrome.
Huh, let's see
what this does.
And the security
guard said
shredder was chasing a teenage
boy through the crowd.
Did he say where
they went, April?
He said they both ran
into the sewers.
MAN: April.
Uh-oh. I'm on the air.
I gotta go!
I'm coming!
A teenager?
You don't suppose
it could of been
Zach or Walt?
We'd better
check it out.
Let's go.
BEBOP: Where'd that
little creep go?
Ooh, he's gotta
be around here someplace.
Oh, great. [SNORT]
This joint only got
972 rooms.
Zach on p.A.: Ahem.
Attention all scuzzbuckets!
Prepare for sudden
sinking feeling.
Whoa!
Whoa!
Now, let's see where
they're headed.
It looks like
a laundry.
BEBOP: Mama!
BOTH: Aah!
Oh, no! No!
Anything
but the washing machine!
At least no
spin drying, please!
Zack on p.A.: We turtles
always fight clean!
[COUGHING, GURGLING]
That'll hold 'em
for a while.
Hmm. Automatic
food dispensers.
I wonder what'd happen
if I tied that
into the ventilation system.
All right,
where is he?
How can one little brat
cause so much trouble [BURP]?
[BOTH SCREAMING]
BOTH: Whoooaa!
"Eyeball missile control."
I wonder what
these do?
Like, no sign
of anything.
We've got to
keep looking.
[CLATTERING]
All right, whoever you are,
come out slowly.
Walt?!
What are you doing
in there?
Looking for you guys.
Let me guess.
You didn't find us.
Zach's in trouble!
They took him
to the technodrome!
Why did they do that?
Why? Uh, well,
you see, uh...
Let's worry
about that later.
First we've got
to rescue him!
ZACH: All right, you creeps!
It's eyeball missile time.
Oh, no!
BOTH: Yeow! Whoa! Aah!
Bebop! Rocksteady!
That brat put me
in the command room!
Ohh, find him before he
wrecks [BURP] this place!
I've had it.
I'm not going to waste
the whole day
looking for that brat!
Krang must have
pulled the map
out of the other
kid's brain by now.
Gyroscopic
balance control. Ha!
Yeah! Ha. That
ought to shake things up.
Whoa! What the heck?
That kid has disengaged
the gyroscopic balance control.
Stop him before the technodrome
falls into the lava lake!
Whoa!
Help!
Whoa!
Ahh. Ohh...
Whew!
That was too close.
Fouled up
by an oil spill
and thwarted by
a wet-nosed kid!
If one more thing goes
wrong, I'll--what?
I turn my back
for 5 minutes
and the place starts
falling apart!
Recalibrate
the gyros.
I can't leave you alone
for a minute!
Would you shut up and help!
I suppose you failed to get the
map from that kid's brain.
And I suppose
you succeeded
where we failed?
Uh, not exactly.
But at least
I didn't let some brat
almost wreck
the technodrome.
Uh-oh.
Oh, no.
You've let some brat
steal our only
technorover.
No matter.
He'll no doubt
go back for the pouch
in order to return it
to the turtles.
This surveillance drone
will keep track of him
and steal the pouch
when he gets to it.
Of course, it would help if we
knew where the technodrome was.
Which we don't.
Oh, great.
Which way
do we go now?
Listen.
[CAR APPROACHING]
That sounds like
a vehicle.
Stand back, Walt.
We'll handle this.
It's a technorover!
Turtle power!
Let's stop this guy
in his tracks!
All right, shredder,
this time you're Zach!
Zach?
Hi, Raphael!
What are you doing
in a technorover?
I'll explain later.
Where did you hide
the document pouch?
Well...Uh...
Pouch?
What pouch?
What's goin' down, dudes?
Walt, um, borrowed
that document pouch.
He did what?
Well, that's why shredder
was after us.
What'd you do
with it, Walt?
I hid it in the mouth of
that Cannon in the park.
It's guess it's
still there.
That's what
I wanted to hear!
To the transport module!
General, you still
haven't explained
the purpose
of this strange vehicle.
We're certain
that citizens
will sleep better
just knowing
that it cost
billions of dollars.
What about security?
After today's disturbance,
have any special measures
been taken?
We've got this place locked up
tighter than a drum, little lady.
No one's going to--
whoa-oa!
[TURTLES YELLING]
Turtles,
what's going on?
Sorry, April, can't talk.
Busy day.
Ahem. Let me repeat--
the army is in control
and there's
no need for panic.
Whoa-oa!
The turtles are after the pouch!
Get them!
I almost got it.
Get away from that Cannon!
How about if I just get
the Cannon away from us?
H-hey!
Rocksteady,
hold off the turtles.
Say your turtle prayers,
shellbacks!
That guy's, like,
a major pain.
Leonardo, where
are you going?
To stop
those chopper-nappers.
Oh, let me off at
the corner, driver!
Ah-choo.
Thanks.
SHREDDER: I have it now.
Michelangelo and Donatello
are trapped in there.
I've got to help
stop this.
This is the latest thing
in fire-fighting foam.
It not only
puts out blazes,
it also has
a minty-fresh scent.
I have to borrow
this for a minute.
Hey, come back!
What are you doing?
Oh, I hate to say this,
but...
I think we're cooked.
Ha ha. You sure are.
I'm going to whip up
a couple of
French-fried turtles.
Leave them alone.
Oh, yeah?
Who's gonna
to make me?
I am!
Whoa!
Yecch! Blech!
I hate this!
Way to go, dude.
Thanks for the lift,
fella!
No free rides,
chump.
Nice of somebody
to remember me.
Come on, we're going
to ground those creeps...
For keeps!
Hurry up, boss.
This thing's getting heavy.
I almost have it.
Whoaaaa!
Leonardo, you don't suppose
that Cannon is loaded?
Oh, it can't be.
It's 100 years old.
Well, even leaders are wrong
once in a while.
Are you ok, boss?
This has been one of
the worst days of my life.
But at least I got the map.
Now we can kick back
and cool out
for a change.
What about shredder?
He could be
on his way here right now!
You never
got the map back.
Who says we didn't?
I substituted a phony map
before he even got there.
Speaking of shredder,
he should
be dropping out
of the picture
just about now.
There, that must be
the door to their lair.
Unh!
[CRASH]
Hohh!
Hohh!
Are you sure this is the
turtles' lair, boss?
Shut up and swim.
Turtles, it was wrong
of me to take your map.
Please don't
take it out on Zach.
Ah, forget about it,
little dude.
Yes, it was wrong,
but it turned out well,
and you had a chance
to show your true courage.
That's why
we've decided...
That you can be
the sixth turtle.
You mean it?
Oh, wow!
You guys
are the greatest!
Yeah. Now all we need are a
seventh and an eight turtle
and the four of us
can retire.
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