- ♪ 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 ♪
[sirens wail, whoop]
- Purple Rain, do you see the target?
Purple Rain?
- As we pan across the asphalt savanna,
we find the noble Bullhop.
- Survival in these cruel streets will require
harnessing all of his fine-tuned natural instincts.
- Ah! [nervous whine]
[screaming, groaning]
[shudders]
[alarms sounding] Ah!
[people clamoring]
Oh, boy. [nervous screaming]
- And the king of the vertical veldt
will go hungry again-- - Donnie! Quit messing around.
Where is the target?
- Why must you always put science on the back burner?
[sighs] Bullhop is in the alley by Big Mama's hotel, ya happy?
- [sniffles, sighs]
I used to be somebody. [huffs]
I was the best bellhop in town until those turtles showed up.
[bones cracking]
[screams]
[roars]
[confused grunting]
They ruined everything.
[crashing] Huh? Huh?
[suspenseful music]
Uh, what?
Ah!
You'll never take me! Oh! Ah!
Oh. - Ugh.
Now I'm not gonna get to test my tranquilizer dart.
[dart injects]
- Huh?
- [groans softly] Where am I?
[gasps] - Hey, bud.
You may not remember us-- - Oh, I do!
You're those bug-hunting buffoons
who turned me into a klutzy bull!
- He remembers us!
- Look, we were trying to stop those oozesquitoes.
- In fact, we, strike that--I built
this technologically astounding BugSlapper
so we could catch them all. - But...
it ran out of Big Mama's web goo, so...fail!
- Anywizzle, we feel pretty bad about what happened.
- So, we Mad Dogs are gonna make it up to you
by showing you the best day ever.
- You mean, you're just gonna be nice to me
without expecting anything in return?
- Mm-hmm. - Wow.
That's how we do it in my native Etobicoke, Canada.
- Happy Bullhop Appreciation Day!
- [chewing noisily]
[nervous murmuring]
[cheering]
Mm...mm-hmm.
[rock music]
[cheering]
- Ah! - [groaning]
- [chewing loudly] - What?
- [grunting]
[operatic singing, screams]
[cheering] [crashing]
Boo-yah! Ha-ha, yeah, baby!
Ah, man! [laughs]
[dramatic music]
- Okay, Big Mama's party's tonight.
This is our chance to get some web goo.
Here's the plan: we go in dressed as waiters,
sneak on past her, and nab the keys to her vault,
where she stores her goo.
It'll be like taking candy from a--
[thudding] [grumbles]
[all gasp]
- [grunting]
[sighs]
[gulping] Hm.
- That's it. He has to go.
- Yeah! We've gotta sneak into that party tonight.
We can't leave him here and we sure can't take him with us.
- But I feel terrible!
We're the ones who made him into this.
- Guys, I'm Dr. Delicate Touch.
Let me handle this. - Uh-huh.
- Bullhop, we're friends, so this will be very easy to say:
You got to go! Hit the bricks, Slappy!
- What? You're kicking me out? - That's right.
You have been working a nerve, hoser!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's take it easy--
are you wiping your mouth with my Jupiter Jim comic?
- Nope.
I'm sorry! Please. Let me make it up to you.
- No way, chico. We've got a big mission tonight
and we don't have time for...this whole situation.
- A mission? I can help!
- No way.
We're sneaking into Big Mama's to snag her web goo.
A klutz like you would only get us caught.
- [sniffles] I wasn't a klutz until I met you guys.
- [sighs]
O-okay, if you can just sit here
and not break anything till we get back,
we'll talk, okay?
- Mm-hmm.
Or I could...
- I don't hear any sobbing, so it must be going okay.
Mmm. Unless he's just crying silently on the inside.
- Good news, guys: I totally punted.
We'll do our dangerous mission
and deal with the unpleasantness later.
- Ah, okay. Let's get to Big Mama's gala!
[whiny gasp]
- I don't even have to turn around
to see how this turned out.
Well, I've turned around, and I see.
- Looks like Goldilocks tried on all your waiter outfits
before he got to mine.
- Would he really be insane enough
to try to make up for everything
by doing our dangerous mission on his own--
of course he would. Let's go!
[creature squeals, giggles]
[light festive music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
- [wails]
- [murmuring]
- [breathes deeply]
- Oh, man, I never should have told him our plan.
Donnie, what are the odds he can pull this off?
- The guy once broke a pillow,
so, 1%, he said, overconfidently?
- Okay, I'm in.
Just need to find the guy who has the keys
to Big Mama's web goo room and "borrow" them.
- Who's he talking to? - I told him earlier
that if he touched his ear he could talk
to anybody in the world.
I was trying to get some work done.
- Roger that, Mr. President.
- Hors d'oeuvre? Finger food?
Canapé? Hm.
I found the keys to the web goo room.
Engage. - Oh, I read his lips.
He's engaging. Perfect...
- [humming] Just gotta get to that giant owl-man and--
- Well, hello, cutie noodle.
- [screams] Big Mama!
Abort! Abort, abort, abor--ah!
- Mmm, I haven't seen you before.
Are you new here? - No! I'm the bellhop
who used to work-- - Bullhop!
Don't blow your cover!
- I mean, yes.
They brought me in from Etobicoke
to lend this place a little Canadian class.
- Big Mama doesn't normally fraternize with the staff,
but do you cut a rug?
Jum and jeevy?
Trip the light splendiferous?
- I don't know what most of that means, but sure!
[cheers and applause]
- That is not good.
- Hmm.
- [nervous murmur]
[dance music building]
♪ ♪
[chuckles]
[murmuring, wails]
[groans]
Hmm.
♪ ♪
both: Whoa!
- That boy can move, baby!
- [screams] - [muffled scream]
- [murmurs happily]
- [chuckles]
- He actually did it!
He's got the keys! We got to get down there.
[all scream]
- Well, that's the fast way down.
[all gasp]
- Guys! I've got the keys!
- The Turtle-boos! Get them!
- Oh. - Uh-oh!
- [growling] Ah-hoo!
[both groan] - Huh?
Bullhop! The keys!
- [grunting]
- Yes!
Hold them off! I'll get the goo!
[groans]
[bones cracking] - Uh-oh.
- [grunting]
[screeches]
- We've gotta get out of here!
- What about the web goo?
- We'll get it some other way.
- Well, you little meddle-doos.
It's time for you to find out why you don't crash
Big Mama's box socials!
- Oh, this is all my fault. I got to do something!
Hey! Big Mama! - [snarling]
- [grunting]
[roars]
You dance like you have eight left feet!
- So your feather feet mask a stanktonious traitor?
[tiger growls]
- Guys! I got eight pitchers of goo!
[screams] [glass shatters]
Guys, I've got one pitcher of goo!
Let's go!
- We out! - All right!
- Wait!
Alas, the way he danced,
I thought his shoe must be made of magic.
[sighs]
[somber music]
[cheering]
- Okay! All right, Bullhop, listen.
[exhales] We've been thinking about it and uh--
- Come on, Raph, you can do it.
- [groans] You're welcome to stay with us anytime you want.
- Hey, thanks, guys!
But you know, I was thinking I got to get myself together.
I got to learn how to deal with...
this whole situation.
And I think I found the way.
Through the dance!
Mutant...Canadian...ballet!
- What? - Ha! [grunts]
- Whoo-hoo.
- That sounds great. Good for you.
- You sure you don't want to join the Mad Dogs?
'Cause I was all set to kick Donnie out.
[dart injects]