- ♪ 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 ♪
[thumping techno music playing]
- Yeah, all right.
- Get 'em.
- [grunting]
- I don't think he's got this.
- Hey! Leave him alone.
- What? I'm just saying he doesn't have this.
- You're just trying to get in my head.
- Oh, my peaches and cream, he just doubled.
- [coughing and wheezing]
- Rag! Now!
- Have I ever told you how big and beautiful you are?
- No, but thank you.
- Uh, he is about to set a new high score.
I can't watch, but I can't not watch!
- [coughing]
[labored breathing]
♪ ♪
- You know what they say about big-time moments?
- Yes, I do.
They say that in big-time moments,
leaders make--
- Brain!
- Game over.
- Ow, my brain!
- No!
Why?
- [inhales heavily]
[sneezes weakly]
- Gesundheit.
- Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh, Splinter's a zombie!
- Mikey, zombies are interested in other people's brains.
- Rat Flu. This is not a drill.
I repeat, this is not a drill, boys.
- I feel terrible.
Do I look terrible?
Be honest.
[woman screams]
- Whoa! - Okay.
- You look great, not horribly sick at all.
He's horribly sick.
- Look, a flu this intense
is going to affect all areas of his brain--
I'm talking the full seven stages--
before his body naturally heals itself.
- You guys know what the full seven stages mean?
- Mm-hmm.
- Another chance to get whatever we want!
all: Yeah!
- But poor Dad.
He must feel terrible.
But lucky us, he'll say yes to whatever we ask for!
Whoo-hoo!
- Only if we make it all the way to end of the flu,
the elusive stage seven.
And we never get there.
- This year's gonna be different.
Nobody's getting bit.
Nobody's getting infected.
- When we do make it to the end,
which I'm now calling the Must Say Yes stage,
what are we gonna ask for?
all: Hmm...
- Hmm.
Well, this year, I was thinking we could ask for,
uh, um, er--uh...
- Aww, he's got nothing. We're dead.
- Hey, I got something, all right?
Like a, uh--
- Uranium!
Oh, we should absolutely ask for uranium.
I mean, if I could finally get my hands
on a little of that, we would be virtually unstoppa--
- What about a brick oven for pizza?
- Who's gonna clean that?
What we should ask for is matching unicorn onesies.
Those are sick! Pun intended.
And I nailed it.
[all grunting]
- Enough. I got this, all right?
I'm gonna ask Splinter
for something that benefits all of us.
- This is so exciting!
But terrible for Dad.
[gasps]
- Buckle up, boys. It's about to get weird.
[air whooshing]
- [babbling]
[razor buzzing]
[all shivering]
- I hate stage one.
Think warm thoughts.
Pizza ovens. Bricks from Italy.
Wood chips roasting.
- We're four hours in.
His fever's gotta break soon.
- I told you guys to plan ahead.
Now I'm sitting here all toasty.
[slurps]
[spits]
What? Wha-- Why?
- Had to air myself out.
[growls]
[screeches]
[all screaming]
- Don't eat me!
Raph's tastier!
- Suits on! Suits on!
Donnie, get the device ready.
- Uh, it's ready.
You know, my inspiration for this device was simplicity.
Why dress something up with lots of bells and whistles
when you can just let it speak for its--
- No one has time for this!
[deep rumbling]
[grunts]
- Nice!
All right, let's get him inside.
- [snarling]
- Okay, this should hold him for a while.
- And you're sure this isn't cruel?
- He loves pizza
and confined spaces you can barely breathe in.
- Donnie, is it gonna hold up?
- Most definitely!
- [snarling]
- [screaming]
[hard rock music]
♪ ♪
- [snarling]
- Aah!
- Mikey, follow me, and be careful.
We can't afford to lose anyone before stage seven.
- I thought we all agreed
it was now called the Must Say Yes stage.
- It would be easier for me to be careful
if I knew you were gonna ask for a pizza oven.
- I'm still thinking!
- Quick question: is uranium still on the table?
- Ugh!
Where's Splinter? Mikey, you smell him?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- [whimpers]
♪ ♪
[gasps]
- [sighs] - [gasping]
- He's not under there.
- Uh...
- What? - [shrieks]
- Use your words.
- He's...on...you.
- What? Heats on stew?
- He's on you.
- He's on me?
- Yes.
- [snarls] - [screams]
- [snarling]
Oh, my favorite son.
- Favorite son? Run!
- Ugh, these things do not breathe.
- I know, right?
Uh, now, are we sure we're safe?
- Calm down. We're fine.
Raph and Mikey have it under contr--oh, no.
- Stage three. Stage three.
- Oh, little baby blue, come to Papa.
- Suits on! Suits on!
- Why weren't you in your suits?
- It was Leo.
- No one forced you to, Donnie!
Ugh, what's that smell?
- I love you this much.
- No, no, you don't. I'm your least favorite!
- Uh, Leo's infected.
Quarantine him.
- Hey, you need me to get to the Must Say Yes stage.
We need to ask for the onesies--
Whoa, it is really hot.
Is there a fire?
There's a fire here, right?
The floor is made of lava?
[screams]
- Down to three.
All right, fellas, let's be careful
so the rest of us can make sure we get what we want.
Who's got eyes on the package?
- [gasps]
I lost him.
Oh!
[both gasp]
- Hot soup!
- [yelps]
all: Ah!
- Oh!
Where'd Splinter go?
all: Huh?
- Guys! I think I felt him!
- Hey, that is my butt!
[all grunting]
Ow! Would everyone please stop hitting me?
- Now I've really got him.
Take that, itchy fuzzball.
- [groaning]
- Oh, not my lab!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Donnie, you hit?
- No, no, I'm fine.
I just cut myself on that janky old door.
Everything's okay.
Raph, did you decide what we're gonna ask for?
- Yeah, I got it. I'm gonna ask for--
- [clears throat] - Huh? What?
- ♪ I'm... ♪
- I can't feel my ears! Nothing is worth this!
- We're so close. Only two stages left.
- And three totally healthy turtles left.
Man, why is it so hot in here?
Oh, you're gonna get squat from Splinter without Donnie,
not without ol' Donnie!
I'm the brains behind this operation!
[sneezes]
- Uh, what stage are we on now?
- Okay, okay, okay. Listen, listen, listen.
Okay, we open on noodle shop.
It's raining.
Lou Jitsu-- hot soups, two assassins,
then wham-- interdimensional doorway opens,
and out walks... ♪ Dun-dun-duh ♪
Jupiter Jim, and we smash to titles!
- This is amazing. Keep going.
- We're almost at stage seven.
This is the closest I've been to success, uh, ever.
- [sneezes]
We're done.
Raph is totally gonna blow this.
He has no idea what to ask for, which means--
Getting hot.
It's like I'm on the sun here.
- [chuckles]
I'm not gonna blow this.
- Raphael, I love you, my brother,
but you do tend to fail in big moments.
Pishposh. But that's what makes you you.
Now bring it in, buddy.
I'm gonna hug you till a smile comes out.
- Enough!
Raph's got this, 'cause in big-time moments,
leaders make big-time shots, and I'm big-time!
- [hissing] He must say yes.
Make him say yes.
- Enough!
Don't mess this up, Raph.
Don't mess this up.
- Don't forget we only get
to ask for one thing, my little Raph-a-doodle.
- I know exactly what I'm asking for.
[dramatic music]
- [moans and sniffles]
♪ ♪
- Master Splinter,
I know you'll say yes to whatever I ask for.
I want you to give--
- Raph-a-doodle a hug!
Everybody loves hugs!
- What? No! Anything but that!
- [laughing] Come here!
- Oh! Ow!
- [smooching]
- [sneezes]
- Ooh, flu.
Papa wants a new bike.
[bicycle bell dings]
[sneezes]
Uh-oh.