- ♪ 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
♪
[boom] all: Ah!
- Wha...? - Boom shakalaka.
Did that come from the Tank garage?
- No, no, no, no. No, there's definitely
nothing wrong with my tank because it for sure
doesn't backfire for no reason sometimes.
[boom]
- Whoo-hoo! That's the stuff.
- Raph, is that you? - No--I mean, yes.
Why would I speak and then it not be me?
[laughs] One sec.
[clattering] [grunts]
Hey, it's my brothers.
What brings you all to the lair?
- Hah! - What was all that noise?
- What noise?
- Was that just you setting up our next sparring session?
- Sure, yeah.
It was that and nothing else.
- Sweet. I could go for a game of capture the bandana.
- Usual rules, first to grab a bandana
other than his own color is the winner.
- Uh, I'm not really in the mood to play a game.
- Then why'd you set it up?
- Oh, that's right. I--I am in the mood.
- Dude, what is with you?
- Donnie versus Raph. Go!
- Taste my bandana fury! Ah.
- Whoa. Donnie, you are so strong.
- A quadruple threat, my friend.
Strong, funny, amusing and hilarious.
- Kind of look like Raph took a dive.
- Please, Leo,
you forget Einstein's Law of Brains over Brawn.
- Right. That. Uh, okay, good game, then.
[chuckles]
- Huh?
- [scoffs] Einstein's Law of Brains over Brawn.
Of course I took a dive,
so I could get back to my real bandana game
with my favorite sparring partner.
- [groaning menacingly]
[ominous music]
[laughs]
- Piecing the paper ninja back together was genius.
I'm not letting you grab a bandana.
Nope, I'm not. He's as good as new.
Oh, buddy, your eye. - Uh?
- Well, almost new. Uh, I'll fix that later, buddy.
- Buddy.
[upbeat music]
- [laughs] Raph's gonna beat you.
- No blue.
- Ah!
- [groans gleefully]
- Ah!
You're not winning that easy.
[shine chimes]
- Uh...
- Now, what is the rule? We only touch red
orange, blue or purple bandanas.
Nothing else. - [whines]
♪
[clinking]
Uh? - [grunts]
[clattering]
- [screeches] Buddy.
- Accidents happen. It's all good.
- [laughs] - Whoa, your foot.
[baby talk] Someone needs Raphy's help?
I just can't imagine a nicer sparring buddy than you.
You're perfect.
Except for the backwards foot thing.
- Come on, Raph, aren't you skating?
- Great game, but I got to go bye-bye.
We'll tussle again tomorrow.
- Buddy.
- Sorry, buddy, you can't come. - [moans]
- I know, I know, I'll miss you too.
And remember, keep it down.
If my brothers find you, you'll be confetti
before you can say... [moans]
- [moans] - Exactly.
- Buddy. [door slams]
[suspenseful music]
[door opens]
Buddy?
♪
- You know what I just remembered?
How much I hate paper ninjas.
I must suddenly remember I hate those guys
like 20 times a day.
- Oh, indeed. I've been working on a shredding attachment
for the next time we cross paths.
[maniacal laughter]
- [shrieks] Sure glad none of our close personal friends
are made out of paper.
- [laughs] Oh, yeah. - [gasps]
- Huh. Ah!
all: Oh.
- [giggles]
- Huh, there appears to be some gunk on the ramp.
Perhaps we should crane our necks upward
to see from whence it came.
Mm...
- I looked. It must've come from down here.
Definitely not from any place above.
- Uh.
- [grunts] [laughs]
- What is with you? Why are you so crazy?
- [chuckles] I'm not crazy. You're crazy--ah!
Say, how about we all hang out in our rooms alone
for three to five minutes?
- Come on. - Dude, we are skating.
[thump]
- Uh, you're right. We can hang right here
and never look at what's behind us.
[playful music]
- [giggles]
[giggling]
[whirring]
- No. Buddy, only touch bandanas.
I mean, nobody touch bananas.
They're slimy.
- Okay, dude, what is with you today?
- It's obvi, Leo. He's wigging
'cause he's dying to shred some paper dweebs.
- [moans]
- So you're itching to make paper scraps, huh, Raph?
- Oh, yeah, I hate those paper jerks.
Any moment I'm not slicing a paper jerk into jerk confetti
is a wasted jerk moment.
Bunch of jerks.
[whispers] I don't mean you.
[solemn music] - [moans, whimpers]
♪
[crying]
- And the hug is still going. - Good times.
You know, we should do this again.
- Yeah, see you.
- He's acting weird. And not just Raph weird.
Mikey weird. No offense.
- I was gonna say the same thing.
- He is hiding something.
[sirens blaring in the distance]
- Hot soup!
- Hot soup.
Ah! - A pressing development,
sensei. - Let me guess,
you want to smash and/or demolish something.
- No. I mean, okay, if you insist.
Hah!
[glimmer rings]
I have spotted one of our origami soldiers
loose in the city.
- What is he doing out there alone?
- Attacking. May I join him in wiping out peasants
one speck at a time? - [exhales deeply]
You really need a hobby.
But let's get to the bottom of this.
- Buddy, buddy.
Hey, where'd you go, buddy?
- There you are. What's up with all the secrecy?
- Brothers, what are you guys doing?
- Hold that thought. We've got a little situation
going on. [civilians screaming]
[ominous music]
- [groans]
- Ah! - [groans]
[dog whimpers]
- A paper ninja?
- And he's only attacking people in red bandanas.
Huh, it's like someone who wears a red bandana
really hurt this guy's feelings once.
Strange.
- Dibs on shredding him.
- What? No. We only call dibs on pizza, skate ramps,
and Donnie's stuff. - Hey.
- Maybe we shouldn't shred him at all, you know?
That seems fair, right?
- Raph's out. Dibs on his share of the confetti.
And dibs on Donnie's. - Hey.
- [giggles giddily]
[heroic music]
- Confetti-abunga!
What are you doing? - Come on, what is happening?
- I, uh, changed my mind. Um, I'm calling dibs.
Buddy, you got to get out of here.
- No, not buddy.
[boom] - You?
You all really need a hobby.
- Oh, we got one. Kicking butt and taking names.
And you are?
[boom]
- Don't make us pulverize your guts into guts bits.
- Give us back our origami man.
- Of course, he was yours,
but now he seems more like a free agent,
so you can just go home. Thanks, though.
- We will do nothing of the sort.
You are so not reading our tone.
- He's ours and he's coming with us.
- Certainly, how many piece would you like him in?
Arrivederci, paper punk.
- No, no, no, no, no, no. Not my buddy.
- Okay, it's official, Raph's gone cuckoo.
- Look, you're not the jerk, I'm the jerk.
I didn't mean that stuff.
I just didn't want 'em to shred you.
Our weeks of sparring and playing capture the bandana
have been the best fights of my life.
When I fight my brothers,
I just think about fighting you and getting rid of them
so I can fight you again.
both: Wha...?
- You did let Donnie beat you. - We will never know.
- Yeah, I did. - We will never know.
- He's my new best friend.
And if anyone wants to take away my buddy,
they got to come through me.
- [gasps] Buddy.
- Touching. And in case you couldn't tell,
that was sarcasm.
- We could never let you keep him.
Shred him, Recruit.
- My extreme pleasure.
[upbeat music]
[grunts] Kunai.
- Back off. He's ours.
A--apparently.
- A new best friend?
Don't need this.
You're a mad dog now, baby.
- [giggles] Buddy.
- That's right. You're on our team.
But this fight's not about grabbing our bandanas,
it's about kicking Foot Faces.
Are you with me? - [affirmative grunt]
- This way, buddy.
- [groan]
- Get him. [groans]
- [grunting]
- Guts bits!
- There's too many of them.
Get to higher ground, buddy.
[grunting]
♪
[alarm blaring]
Go, go, go. I'm right behind you, buddy.
[grunting]
♪
- Huh!
- [laughing] Ah!
- Ha-ha! - Ah!
- Time to recycle these goons. - Ah!
[thump]
all: Ah. - Buddies.
- Finish them. And shred the traitor.
- [groaning]
[dramatic music]
♪
- They grow up and turn against you so fast.
♪
- Ah!
[boom] No!
[glimmer chimes]
all: [gasp]
- I'm calling it, boys. Our buddy's the winner.
[rip]
Aw, man, I owe you one, guys.
- And we owe you one too, for throwing your fights.
- That can neither be confirmed or denied.
- What do you say, buddy?
First one to grab the red bandana wins?
- Buddy. - [shrieks]
[laughter]