- ♪ 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 ♪
- Birthdays ruined. Parks destroyed.
Museums vandalized.
Tonight on Cybersleuth, I reveal the culprits.
Beware the Mutant Menace!
- Mutant Menace! Ohmigosh!
They're talking about us!
- I can't believe we're getting blamed for this!
Virtually everything in there was somebody else's fault.
I think.
- So unfair. Although it is a boost
for my emotionally unavailable bad boy image.
"Y'ello." - Look, guys.
- I think this might be an opportunity
to turn a dark cloud into a silver lining.
You fellahs ever read this fine piece of literature?
- "Horrible Wolfie the Harmless Wolfpup?"
- Yes, it's the touching story of a kid wolf
who shows up at a town full of humans
who all want to run him through with a pitchfork.
- That's supposed to be touching?
- But Wolfie didn't run away.
He performed loving deeds for the hateful townfolk,
and they welcomed him into their hearts!
So that's what we'll do. We'll get in our giant tank
and smash people in the face with good deeds!
- Yeah! We are good-doers!
- Oh, this is gonna look great on my college application!
- Any votes for staying home during the anti-mutant panic?
No? Okay, leggo!
- Now each time we do a good deed,
we'll leave behind one of our friendly calling cards.
- This good deed brought to you by the "Mutant Menace."
Winky face! Who wouldn't love this?
[tires screech]
- Uh-huh, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
[funky music]
♪ ♪
- [meowing]
- Aww, kitty need to go inside?
[vacuum whirring]
- [groans]
- Boys, we're good-doers. And what do good-doers do?
They good-do, and they good-do it well!
- New York is going to adore us.
- In local news, a team of heartless pranksters
dubbed the "Mutant Menace Evil Winky Face"
are wreaking havoc across the city.
We go live to unpaid E-reporter, Cybersleuth.
- A fire rages.
[clamoring]
A canary flees for its life.
A Maltese is trapped in concrete.
What do these tragedies have in common?
The horrible villains called the Mutant Menace!
- What?
We called ourselves the Mutant Menace as a joke!
That's why we used the "just-kidding" quotes,
and the just-kidding winky face!
- Raph, you know I love you, but people don't focus
on punctuation when they're stuck in concrete.
- There's something familiar about that disguised voice.
- No doubt you're wondering who I am.
I am none other than boy genius Baxter Stockboy!
- What? both: Baxter Stockboy!
- I am not looking forward to whatever that highly-skilled
under-achiever has in store for us.
- Never fear, New York.
I will expose these monsters for what they are!
I have been tracking them from the Stock-N-Shop Blimp.
- He's tracking us?
- Hey, we look like a giant turtle!
- Yeah, everybody was saying "go stealth, go stealth."
But come on, look at us. We all kinds of bad!
- You, too, can track the mutant menace
by accessing the Baxter Stockboy Live Stream,
available for a reasonable fee.
- We can't let anyone see us.
We need to get home muy rapido.
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
- What the--
[clamoring]
[tires screech]
- It's them! The Mutant Menace!
- Get them!
- You know, you don't normally see pitchforks
in Mid-Town Manhattan.
- Oh, mama, people are getting rustic out there!
- We were trying to be nice to them.
Have they never read "Horrible Wolfie?"
- Ah, force shields down 50%.
- Wait a second, we have force shields?
- We do not.
- You shall not pass!
- [yelps]
- [groans]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[beeping]
[yelping]
- Oh, Raph-a-la, would you mind
easing up on the gas, dear friend?
- I can't, the throttle's stuck or something.
No brakes, no steering! Donnie, what's going on?
- Oh, no, oh, no! Ah, okay, whew.
Good news, guys. My engineering is fine.
Oh, and something's taken control of the Turtle Tank.
- Look out!
- I'm trying the taxi rockets!
[whirring]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Look out, et cetera!
Whoa!
♪ ♪
- Wow, nice work, Raph.
But we can't keep this up forever.
Those rockets have limited fuel.
♪ ♪
- Trapped?
I knew being nice to people would get us in trouble.
[metal scraping]
[8-bit music]
- Chell-o? - Mikey,
we do not "chell-o" the enemy.
- Oh, mutants, you no doubt have noticed
my microbots are in control of your vehicle.
[tires screeching]
[clucking]
- [yells]
- What's your angle, Stockboy?
- Just watch!
New York, I will deliver the Mutant Menace
to the steps of City Hall in five minutes!
Subscribe and donate to my live stream
to witness the spectacle!
Or see it in person, if you dare.
Premium tickets are for sale on my website.
We accept cash, credit cards, cryptocurrency--
- What is with this kid? He's going to expose us
all to New York just for money?
- Yeah, we don't have any money,
and we get by just fine.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, we are poor as dirt.
[yelps]
[dramatic music]
- I can't steer and I can't stop!
[yelps]
- Step aside, it's portal time!
- No! - No, stop, no!
♪ ♪
[all yelling]
[all grunting]
- Hey, one of Leo's portals didn't work,
we all totally expected.
Oh, Newton's apple!
How could I forget the floor hatch?
I can just shimmy out and see if--
- No time for that. I'll go.
[grunting]
[yelps]
Donnie! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
Make this hatch bigger! Ow, ow, ow!
- I made it to your specs, but that was when
you were in your "doing sit-ups every day" phase.
[loud bump]
[beeping]
[tires screech]
- Three minutes to the reveal of the Mutant Menace!
- What do we do, what do we do, what do we do?
- We send this gasbag on the highway to helium!
[various beeping]
- Ah, now they're shooting blimps!
- The whales of the sky.
- Step right up, folks!
Any moment, you can behold the Mutant Menace,
the dangerous spectacle that's sweeping New York!
One dollar per person. Cash preferred.
- Okay, we're out of jet fuel, we're out of bowling balls,
and we're going to be exposed to New York
smelling like the inside of this tank!
- Relax, Leo. We still have
nature's bowling ball. Me!
[grunts]
[rock music]
Launch me, baby!
Hot soup!
Mystic whip grip!
♪ ♪
- No, no, no!
- There they are! They're right behind you!
There they are! Turn around, turn around!
all: Huh?
- Hey, that's an empty street! - Oh, come on!
[clamoring]
- Phew, Mikey with the save!
Oh, no!
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
- [yells]
[electricity crackling]
Nice one, Mike. You see that, Raph?
- [gurgling]
- Um, hey, Donnie, we're sinking
and Raph is swallowing the Hudson River.
- Do you really think I would have built this tank
without an amphibious mode?
[kazoo blows]
Oh, that is the wrong button. Here we go.
[air hisses]
- [gasps]
- Dumb Stock-N-Shop publicity stunt!
- Total scam!
I spent $60 on pitchforks for nothing!
- Baxter Stockboy, we're taking you in
for unlicensed advertising, causing mass hysteria,
and driving a blimp without a learner's permit.
Alright, take him to kid genius jail.
- Mark my words, this isn't the last you've heard
of Baxter Stockboy!
[upbeat music]
- Well, I guess we'll never get people
to accept us for being good-doers like Wolfie.
- Maybe not, Mikey, but we'll keep trying,
because we're the "Mad Dogs," winky face!
- Hey, uh, Raph, did you ever finish reading your book here?
Because turns out after the villagers accept Wolfie
into their hearts, he eats them all.
- I got to start reading stuff to the end.
[upbeat rock music]
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