- ♪ 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 ♪
[whimsical music]
[overlapping chatter]
- [exhales]
all: Yay!
- Happy birthday!
- Yeah!
- It's your birthday, Tanya Melendez.
Happy birthday, Tanya Melendez.
Now that you are 6 1/2 years old, you're a big girl.
You're such a big girl, Tanya Melendez.
- [laughs]
Thanks for the wheels, kiddo.
Now for your prize:
the cheat code for the dance machine is
left, left, left, left, left, left, and left.
Engage wheels.
Vroom, vroom.
[rock music]
Hello, handsome.
New bod, here I come.
[tires squealing]
[laughs]
- Oh. - What?
[electricity crackling]
Yah!
Buongiorno,kiddies.
Guess who's back?
- No!
[children screaming]
- Hey, where's everybody going?
- [chuckles]
- [screams]
Traitorous fiend.
What do you want with robots
from failed Albearto's franchises?
- Failed?
Our only failure was letting humans run everything.
[device beeping]
Now you're under new management.
Pa-tooey!
[electricity zapping]
Look at all these fuzzy friends.
Let's go find some more.
- [singing opera music]
- No.
- Oh, not--not good.
- That belongs in a sewer.
- Oh, please, my sons, let me be in your band.
- [deep voice] No, thanks.
We can't groove to, uh,
this whole situation, big daddy.
- Uh, you hit your head?
Why you talking like that?
- If you want to be soul, you gotta live soul.
- But if we need an overbearing manager who robs us blind,
we'll give you a call, mm-kay?
- Okay, fine.
I'll just start another family and join their band.
- [deep voice] All right, babies.
Let's boogie down.
Our adoring public awaits.
Albeartoland ain't gonna grand open itself.
- How did we get this sweet gig, again?
- Well, I may or may not have intercepted
a little email addressed
to a certain Justin B at yeah, comma that one dot com.
- Hey, I don't want to get ahead of myself,
but our music is so new it's like it's from outer space.
- Yeah, our electro/soul/rap/glam rock
is too good to quantify.
- Once we leave this lair,
our music is gonna change everything.
- Let's harmonize for good luck.
♪ Now ♪
- ♪ Whaa ♪
- Mmm, drop!
- [beatboxing]
all: Nailed it.
- Albeartoland, prepare to be blown away.
- Albeardo, courageous pirate captain
from Albeardo's Squid and Chips.
Welcome.
- I put the "arr" in tartar sauce.
[laughs]
- Bayou Bearto.
Your gumbo was jumbo.
- Po'boy, catfish, guarantee.
- Okay?
Chef Albear from La Petite Albear.
They said it was crazy to mix animatronics with fine dining.
- Sadly, they were right.
C'est la vie.
- And finally Otto von Bearto
from Otto von Bearto's Best Wurst House.
- Try meinstrudel.
Ooh, it's like a blitzkrieg of flavor.
- My Beartos, today we rise like our gourmet dough.
No longer will we be dipped in fry oil.
No longer will our strudels
be force-fed into our speaker systems.
We shall liberate all robots,
beginning with the legions of our brothers at Albeartoland!
- Yar!
- Guarantee. - Wunderbar.
- Quid be a robot.
- Yay!
- I won!
- Whoo-hoo! - Yeah!
- Over here!
- Uh-uh, let me go.
- Okay, look, I'm excited for the gig,
but this place is crawling with Albeartos.
- So?
- Last time we met one,
things didn't go so well, remember?
- I do not.
- You turned a cuddly animatronic bear
into a psychotic robot bent on destroying us.
No? Got April fired? Mm-mm, nothing? Hmm?
- That does not sound like me, no.
- [laughs]
I'll wake up our brother bots.
You go show these humans what life will be like
in the age of Albearto!
- Guarantee. - Wunderbar.
[suspenseful music]
[electricity zapping]
Wower!
[all screaming]
- [yelling indistinctly]
[many people screaming]
- Can you hear that?
This crowd is wild for us, guys.
- We are so good, we don't even need to play
to make people go crazy, baby.
- Are you boys ready for our lives to change?
- Hello, Albeartol-- [screams]
- Woot, there it is, our first bloodcurdling shrieks of love.
- Those bots are ruining our gig.
- As well as harassing hundreds and hundreds of people.
- Which is ruining our gig.
- Let's get 'em.
- [screaming] - [screaming]
[electricity zapping]
- Yah!
- Holy cannoli, I wish I could speed things up.
[gasps]
If I can get to the central control diddily-do,
then I can unleash all of my brothers at once.
- [laughing]
- [gasping]
[whimpers]
[gasps]
- It's one thing to trap innocent people
in a park of doom...
Yah! - Oh!
[bell dings]
- It's another to ruin our first gig.
- Bonjour.
- Flingabunga!
- Whoo-hoo. [groans]
[all whimpering]
- Yar be walking the plank today.
- Mizzenmast!
- Yar, argh!
[all screaming]
- ♪ Ah, oh ♪ - Huh?
- Did someone call soul patrol?
- Jambalaya guarantee.
- Cowabunga!
- [groans]
- [growls]
[laughs]
All right, we beat those Beartos.
- Yeah, but we lost all our loving fans.
[all screaming]
- Hey, uh, what's that vaguely familiar guy doing?
- You can't stop me from freeing my chums.
No one can!
[electricity zapping]
Let's spice up these meatballs!
[laughs]
[loud beeping]
[both grunting]
- These animatronic stereotypes are ruining our gig.
- [laughs]
At last, humans will be our mascots,
our servers, our entertainers,
and we will not tip!
The only thing in our way is these turtles.
Shred them!
[all scream]
[all grunting]
- This gig stinks!
Why did we even start a band in the first place?
- Because we wanted to change the world
and bring people joy with our eclectic sound.
- And is there any reason
why that shouldn't work for animatronic robots?
- No, no, I cannot think of one.
- Listen up, y'all.
We dedicate this groove
to all you beautiful bear bots out there.
Hit it.
[mellow guitar music]
- All right, Beartos, time to get your circuits jammed!
[electronic beats]
- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ I don't wanna be just another drone ♪
♪ Living my life like a robot clone ♪
♪ I'm so genius to witness ♪
♪ And my soul is free ♪
[out of tune] ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Whoo, ah ♪
♪ Waa ♪
- Ah, ah, ah, ah.
- Put your feet up.
[beatboxing]
[electricity zapping]
- Yar, it be worse than a smooch from a sea hag!
[electricity zapping]
[gargling]
- We will face our fate...
[electricity zapping]
Together!
- Hey, what's going on?
- We are blowing their minds.
[disjointed guitar chord]
- Beignet, who dat, guarantee--
Wait, this terrible music has restored my ability
to speak clearly.
Now at last I can live the normal life I--
[electricity zapping]
- Guys, I think this is working.
- They do appear to be more peaceful.
- [screaming]
[both sobbing]
[electricity zapping]
- Ooh, it's so awful.
I want say something dramatic and villainy,
but my little bitty ears can't take any more of this.
You accursed turtles
have bested--no, worsted me yet again!
[sobbing]
- Oh, oh!
[car horn honks]
[loud crash]
- Guys, we did it.
- We nailed our first gig.
- We are the Mad Dogs.
- Good night, Albeartoland.
[microphone feedback]
- Hungry?
- Pizza?
- Albearto's?
- Guarantee!