- ♪ Rise of the ♪
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
♪ Rise of the ♪
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
♪ Heroes in the half-shell Turtle power ♪
♪ Rising up against evil paint the city green ♪
♪ Raph is ready for a fight Leo's making a scene ♪
♪ Mikey's got mad skills Donnie rocks machines ♪
♪ With each other they discover ♪
♪ Their destiny and rise ♪
♪ Cowabunga ♪
♪ Rise of the ♪
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
♪ Heroes in the half-shell Turtle power ♪
♪ Rise ♪
- Hey! Huh?
- What the-- - Easy there!
- Hey, I'm shopping here!
[dramatic music]
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
- Whoa!
- Ah! - Not cool, dude!
- Ah! - You gotta watch
where you're going, man!
♪ ♪
- This way.
[growls deeply]
- [whines]
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
[dog growls]
[instrumental hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
[guests talking indistinctly]
♪ ♪
- Huh? [laughs evilly]
- Ya! - Ha!
- Hoo! - Ah!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Yellow Submarine, are we clear?
- Affirmative, Red Rover.
- Copy. Right, boys.
It's go time.
♪ ♪
- [laughs evilly]
♪ ♪
[record scratch]
[dramatic music]
- Cow... - A...
- Bun... - Ga!
all: Cannonball!
- Whoo! [muffled speech]
Whoo-hoo!
[all cheering]
- Ha! You must be this rad to ride that ride.
- Uh, based on our velocity and entry angle,
I concur. We rad.
- You guys crushed it!
Give me five! Or three.
- Couldn't have done it without you, April.
Our girl with the plan.
- And keys to the roof. - Hmph.
- Let's go bungee dunk on the hoops at Rucker Park.
- Game on! Just one thing first.
"Wet Floor" and "Dry Pool."
Our work is done here.
Donnie, can I hitch a ride?
- No probbles.
- [grunting]
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
- Huh?
- [whimpering] - Aww.
Oh!
Hey! Hey, guys, hold up.
Poor thing looks lost.
- [growls]
- Aww. Hey, little guy.
[cutesy voice] What you doing here?
[kissing noises] Come to big Raphie.
[laughter] What?
Pets love me, all right?
I am at one with the animals.
- [growls]
- Aww.
I didn't get this drenched from the cannonball.
- It looks so weird. What is it?
- Maybe it's some kind of nuclear St. Bernard.
- [angry scoff] - [gasps]
- Ooh! Humans!
[whispering] Initiate plan H.
- Um, excuse me, sirs.
Can you direct us to the local
science fiction convention
that we are currently dressed for?
- [nasally] Snazzy alien turtle outfits, huh?
- We are just typical, normal humans
who got lost in the middle of our normal,
everyday human lives. Nailed it.
- [quietly] Dude, you gotta make it to rehearsal.
- [Russian accent] Give to me creature.
How you say...
Pretty please...
Or I'll destroy you.
- Really? You think you're gonna step
to our friend? Rookie mistake, hoss.
- And if you step to my friends
for stepping to you
for st--stepping to me?
You're gonna have to step to me.
Mm-kay?
- You do not intimidate us,
with or without your fake nerd voices.
- That was actually my real voice.
- Well, you better get intimidated,
'cause we're like nothing you've ever seen.
- What's wrong with my voice? - Mm?
[dramatic music]
- Whoa! - No way!
- Dude. - Jumping Jack Flash!
- Whoa! - Whoa.
♪ ♪
[growling]
♪ ♪
- So... You guys from Jersey?
- Really, Leo?
- What? I can't make a joke
in the middle of the craziest thing ever?
That's how I cope.
- Whatever. This is our chance
to finally use these babies.
Weapons ahoy!
- We agreed to reserve "ahoy"
for ship-based adventures, pal, please.
[snarling, barking]
- Guys, I got this.
[electronic fanfare]
Fibonacci!
Oh, no.
Ah, no, n-- oh, no, no.
That's so bad. - Dog thingy!
[rock music]
- Hey, it plays fetch.
And teleports, which is--
oh, my gosh, it teleports!
- [growls]
[zapping sound] - Ah!
- Donnie! - Pro tip:
the inexplicable glow-y wave--
extraordinarily painful.
[groans] - [gasps]
- All right, Mikey. You take the one
that looks like a broken toaster.
I'll take the guy that looks like a fancy trash can.
- They look exactly the same,
and they don't look like either of those things!
- Hey, where are you going? - [snarling]
- You had to ruin cannonball day.
[dramatic music]
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!
[metallic ringing]
[awkward music]
- [growling] - My swords!
- [laughs]
[snarls]
- I don't need weapons to beat you!
I got my rad skills!
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
- [coughs]
Mikey, ninja mode.
[disquieting music]
- [growls]
[growls]
- Okay, uh, there's a chance he can still see us.
Ah!
Plan double-B! - Yeah!
- Brother-ball!
- [triumphant cry]
[various martial cries and grunts]
- [low growl]
- Ha! Ho! Take that!
Had enough yet?
- [growls]
- My 'chuks!
- Hey, why don't you pick
on someone my size?
[bell dings]
- [loud barking] - Ah!
Ooh!
Ah!
[coughs]
[grunts] Ah!
[high-pitched cry]
Ah!
- Hey, trash can and toaster boy!
If you know what's good for you,
you'll leave my friends...
[quietly] Alone.
What the--
[ominous music]
No!
♪ ♪
- I have the agent and the vial.
Hyah!
♪ ♪
all: Whoa!
[bicycle bell rings]
- Sweet shortcut. Wait!
This is not a shortcut!
[screams]
- Ah! Good to know.
- [whines]
- The dog thingy! - Hey!
April! No!
Oh.
April! - I think she's okay,
'cause there's no, like, April bits on the ground.
- Hey, April, are your bits on the other side of the wall?
How do we get her out of there?
- And--equally important--
where is "there"?
- Oh, hey! I've seen this before!
In fact, we all have.
[foreboding music]
In Splinter's do-not-touch cabinet.
- You're right. It's just like the symbol
those creeps have.
- Should we just ask him for it?
- And what do we say if he asks why we want it?
That we need it to go after our best friend,
who disappeared into a wall
after our priceless weapons
were destroyed by mystical jogger guys?
- Shh!
Okay, here's the plan.
We gotta get Splinter out of the room.
[TV voice-over in Japanese]
Hey, Pop.
Any chance we could have the living room tonight?
- [slurps] Mm?
[laughs]
[coughs]
And I thought purple was the funny one!
- I told you guys I was the funniest.
What if I hooked it up so that
you could watch in bed, huh?
Wouldn't that be even lazier?
- No! My butt is asleep,
just how I like it.
Now, leave me be!
They're about to break out the scorpions!
[laughs] [TV voice-over in Japanese]
[laughs]
- Plan one didn't work.
New plan.
All right, listen up.
We need ten chickens,
a gallon of rubber cement, and--
- Leon's got it. - How'd you get it?
- You know he always passes out after milk and cake.
- [snoring]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- A few hours ago, I would've called this
foolish and impossible.
Now I just call it foolish.
- Say what you want, Donnie.
Raph'll pull it off, 'cause if he doesn't,
we'll lose our best friend forever.
- Mikey, don't say that.
You know he chokes under pressure.
- Leo, he's even more self-conscious
when you talk about it.
And then you can smell his fear.
- Stop talking about my fear stink!
[dramatic music]
[awkward music]
♪ ♪
[grunting] Come on!
Stupid wall! Oh!
- How about we let the artist of the crew
take a poke at it? - I say give him a shot.
I mean, he can't do any worse, respectfully.
- Hey.
[smooth music]
- Mm.
[dramatic music]
Oh.
[triumphant cry]
♪ ♪
- You beautiful fools. It worked!
- All I had to do was believe in myself.
- Okay, uh, what do we do now?
- Cannonball!
all: Cannonball!
[dramatic music]
[pained grunts]
- Land safely... Aha!
Oh, whoa!
- Whoa, whoa.
- I can smell Raph's amazement stink.
[awed music]
♪ ♪
- Whoa. - This is crazy.
- Exactly what I expected. - Are you kidding me?
- Psst! Hey, guys, over here.
- April!
[laughter] - Missed you!
- Yeah. - Donnie, where are we?
- According to my calculations,
we are in a tertiary meta-verse.
- Actually, I've been exploring,
and we're in a mystic hidden city
deep under New York!
- That was my second guess. - Whoa.
- So where's the dog thingy?
- He's in there.
[dramatic music]
[all gasp] - Oh, look at the color scheme.
Whoa, I'd love to do my lab in this style.
- Hey, there's the little guy.
And the delivery guy, too! - [growls]
- We gotta help them get out! - Someone's coming.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- If you're the guy that keeps calling
about the calamari, fine,
it's pig butts!
But the crab cakes are real.
- I assure you, I have no interest
in your petty cakes of crab.
- But we would love to hear more
about those pig butts.
- Ah!
- So nice of you to return my vial.
♪ ♪
You are about to be part of an experiment
that will change the very nature of humanity.
- All right!
all: Hm.
♪ ♪
- This dude looks like trouble.
- Yeah, and if I've learned anything
from "Jupiter Jim" movies,
glowing green usually equals bad.
♪ ♪
- So... is this gonna hurt?
- It will...
if I'm doing it right.
♪ ♪
- Hey, that wasn't so--
oh, ow. Okay, this part hurts.
This part--oh! This part hurts.
Ah, that hurts!
- Oh! - What's happening to him?
- That is messed up.
[eerie music]
- [gurgling yell]
[uneasy groans]
- Yeah, jury's in. That was imitation crab.
- I just got used to acne. Now this?
[screams]
- [laughs] Should we go after him, boss?
- The mutation worked,
just like it did all those years ago.
- Mutation? You mean like us?
[gasps] Could we be--
- Part imitation crab?
- [laughs]
You are not kidding, are you?
- I'll deal with you next.
- We can't let that sheep-horned weirdo
do anything to that dog!
- But except for Donnie, we're out of weapons.
- Note to you: Next time, make your weapons
out of high-grade titanium.
- Guys, who needs weapons?
We're ninjas!
Leo's got his mad skills,
nobody flips better than Mikey,
Donnie's got that big old brain,
and I got, uh-- - A friend who knows
where there's a room full of weapons!
- Ah, thank goodness. We were so dead.
[rock music]
all: Ah!
♪ ♪
- No way! - Whoa!
- It's like if magic and science had a baby!
- Oh, yeah!
- These'll do. - Hey, yo, guys!
How about we take the glow-y ones?
- Oh...
- Oh, dibs on the sword!
Oh, boy!
- Hot soup!
- Boom! Huh-ha!
♪ ♪
- What about you, Donnie?
Don't you want a glow-y weapon?
- No, I'm good.
I'll never let you go.
This looks interesting, though.
- Oh, yeah!
- Let's go save that dog thingy!
[disquieting music]
♪ ♪
- [laughing]
- Finally, after all these years,
I can continue my work.
[loud impacts]
- Yah! - Whoa!
- [laughs]
- What?
- All right, you incredibly
unusually buff bookworm,
give us the little guy,
and you'll walk out of here with your horns still attached.
- Shouldn't we also stop him from creating crab-men?
- Good note. Okay, give us the little guy,
stop creating crab-men-- - Imitation crab-men.
- [exasperated sigh] - Okay, good note.
Stop creating imitation crab-men...
- And a ride home, and a limo
with a hot tub and pizza!
- Stop creating imitation crab-men
and you'll walk out of here... - You're... beautiful.
- Raph, why don't you take it from the top again?
- Here goes. First, you apologize
to the dog thingy-- - Let's do this!
April O'Neil!
- Oh, my gosh. She just ran in.
- [straining, grunting]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I hate this! I hate this!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Gah!
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
- Whoa! - Oh, my gosh.
- Whoa, whoa. - Dude, seriously?
- Ah! It looked at me!
♪ ♪
[all groaning]
- [roars]
- This one's got a little spice.
- Capture those specimens!
- Cowabunga!
[rock music]
♪ ♪
- Yah!
- [roars]
♪ ♪
- Hot soup!
Oof!
Whoa! Whoa!
♪ ♪
- No, no, no. No, no, no, no.
- Look out, guys! - Whoa! Whoa!
♪ ♪
- Ha! Nailed it!
- Accidentally impressive.
With a little bit of training,
you could be as formidable as I'd hoped.
- [coughs]
- It's okay! I got this!
- Okay, well, great,
and since you're surrendering...
- [laughs]
Baron Draxum
does not surrender.
- Okay, well, when he get here, we'll deal with him--
oh, ho, ho, I see. You're doing that whole
"sinister talking in the third person" thing.
- Only Raph can use the third person!
All right, guys, time to put our training to use.
- What training? You guys have been training?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Cowabunga!
all: Ha!
- Ah!
[all yell]
- Ah, oof! - Ah!
- And that's why Baron Draxum--
- Ooh! Oh.
I'm sorry, boss.
- Ha! [grunting]
[comical music]
[dramatic music]
- Oof! - April!
- You did not just do that to our friend!
Ha!
- Huh?
- [laughs]
- Whoa. Magic weapon--
Whoa! Whoa!
Oh! Ooh! Oh!
[yelling, screaming]
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Ah! Ooh! Oh.
- Whoa!
Mikey, that was awesome. How'd you do that?
- I don't know, man. I was just
swinging my weapon, like this,
and all of a sudden... - [laughs]
- Just like that.
- Let me try.
Magic weapon, magic weapon, magic weapon, magic weapon!
Ah, yeah.
Magic weapon!
Ooh! Ow.
Mine works, too.
- Can't wait to find out what mine does!
[dramatic music]
Ya!
- Hm?
- [uneasy laugh]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa! Ah!
Get.. me.. off... this... ride! Whoa!
- And that's why I like fighting the old-fashioned way:
with impossibly futuristic high-tech weaponry.
[grunting]
[energetic music]
♪ ♪
Just like I planned it! - Look out!
- Oof! - Ah! Oh! Ah!
- You fight like untrained buffoons,
but under me, you could become true warriors!
[dramatic music]
- We don't spend enough quality time together.
- Oh, please not now, Mikey.
- How are we gonna save the dog thingy now?
- Donnie's on it.
♪ ♪
[visor alarm blaring]
Wait a second! Ah!
- Turtles, why are you trying to stop my plans?
We are all in this together!
- Ah, hey, I don't know if this is part of your plan,
but the lab's about to explode.
♪ ♪
- Aw, nuts.
[buzzing]
[all yelling] - Little guy!
Can you do your thing and get us out of here?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[all yell] - Ooh!
Oh, no! Splinter's doohickey!
- Man. Are you okay, boy?
Or girl? You sure were good
through all that mayhem.
Hey, mayhem!
That's a cute name.
- We just defeated a boss villain.
We're heroes!
We deserve a name like Mad Dogs.
[dramatic music]
- Mad dogs? You don't think something
like Mutant Ninja Turtle Teens or... I don't know.
Maybe--we'll keep brainstorming.
- Huh? - Hm.
all: Oh!
[ominous music]
- Huh. That can't be good.
- We should go. People's blinds
are starting to open.
[dramatic music]
[rock music]
♪ ♪