- ♪ 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 ♪
[both laughing]
- Oh, yeah!
Mystic metal needed!
- Top coin paid!
- Mystic metal needed!
- Top coin paid!
- Mystic metal needed!
- Top coin paid!
[laid-back music]
- I don't know about this plan.
If we want to find the last pieces of the Dark Armor
shouldn't we be out there
chasing down rumors and shaky leads?
- It's called crowd-sourcing, Raph.
Why bust our own humps--
- When there are thousands of yokai in the city
who can bust their humps for us?
They schlep their scraps to us, and we just chillax here
and see if any of it is part of the Dark Armor.
- Okay, I do like the laziness angle,
but I'm not taking sides...
yet. [grunts]
- Ooh! A seller!
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
See what happens when you give our ideas a chance, Raph?
- [clears throat] Eh?
♪ ♪
[electronic beeps]
- Excuse me, we are a reputable fly-by-night organization.
How dare you bring this worthless garbage in!
- Aha! Epic plan fail!
- We haven't failed yet.
The glow on that piece is off the charts!
- Told you, Raph!
Dark Armor, here we--
[truck horn blasts]
[hard rock music]
- Hey! You owe me money!
[metallic clank]
- [moans]
- Now we're square! [laughs]
- No! - Repo-stinkin'-Mantis?
- Now you see why I had my doubts?
- Of course I do,
which is why I've been on Team Raph this whole time!
- My turtle! Member since day one.
- Chillax. We know where he lives.
Let's go get that piece back.
- Now, here's the plan.
We're gonna smash our way in
and keep smashing until we smash that armor piece
right into our smashy little hands.
- Yuh-huh.
While you were planning your predictable Smash-capade,
Michael and I were crafting a superior plan
based on our extensive knowledge of the subject.
[snaps]
- Question-- who is Repo Mantis?
[dramatic music]
Answer-- Repo Mantis is...
motivated by greed!
- Dolla dolla bills, y'all!
- Now, you guys stay in the car
while Donnie and I pose as wealthy junk buyers
and smooth-talk Repo
into giving up that armor piece, baby!
- Sure, this can't go wrong.
- I do say, good man,
Maxwellton and I are wealthy junk moguls
looking to sink loads of money into top shelf garbage.
- Dear me, Armbruster, I just found money in my pocket!
Remind me to burn this when we get back
to the slag lake at Martha's Scrapyard.
[slot machine ringing]
- Oh, you guys sound fancy, eh? [chuckles]
Come on, I'll show you around.
- Ugh, how long is it gonna take
for this plan to fail miserably?
- Everything is for sale.
Just don't go in that bus over there.
No matter how much you might think
there's something great in there,
do not go in that bus, do you understand?
- That's it. It's on the bus.
- Pip pip. Pardon, good sir,
but my colleague and I know our way around a junkyard or two.
- Perhaps you could be a good assistant
and bring us a nice refreshment?
- For a couple of garbage gourmets like yourselves?
My pleasure.
- Great! Now that he's gone, we can search this whole place.
Everywhere except that bus, of course.
- Guys, guys, what are you doing?
You're wasting your time.
If you want to find the armor piece,
you gotta check out that bus.
- I'm sorry, are you a fake millionaire junk mogul?
- Yeah, let us handle it.
- This is why we should never do their plans.
They're wasting time when they should be on that bus.
- Yeah, when a bug man tells you not to go on a creepy bus,
you get right on that bus, mister!
- Yeah!
Creepy bus ahoy!
- I don't see the armor piece in there.
- He must be using the bus
to block the way into this mountain.
- So what do we do? - Pfft.
A bus only weighs, like, 25,000 pounds.
I got this.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Liftin' like a boss!
- Raph, Raph, Raph! - [strains]
- Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph? Raph--hey, Raph?
- Huh? What happened?
- Oh, you passed out
trying to single-handedly lift a school bus!
- How far did I move it?
- Uh, I mean, you wiggled the bumper a little.
But your neck vein was huge!
Let me try something.
Uh...
[grunts]
[thud]
Huh--wow, it worked!
- I don't see the armor piece. Should we investigate that bus?
- No!
Stick to our plan, Operation Not-Raph's-Plan.
We're the ones who know Repo, and he is totally predictable.
- Yo! - [screams]
I did not see that coming!
- You fancies want some caviar? [chuckles]
I-I didn't have fish eggs so I just used ladybugs.
- So what do we do now?
[bell rings]
[engine starts]
- Time to show Mikey and Donnie what a real plan looks like!
[engine roars]
[heavy metal music]
[metal creaking]
- Well, somebody put the "rust" in "rustic charm."
[chuckles] [rimshot]
- Ahh! Who left a drum set here?
That armor piece has to be in here somewhere.
Keep your eyes peeled, Leo.
- I would if I could see more than two feet ahead.
[clang] Ow!
- My leader instincts are tingling.
These must be the lights.
[mechanical clanking]
- [growls]
- Quick question--have we been on enough of these missions
to form an opinion about glowing red eyes?
- I've got an opinion.
Run!
- I'm starting to think Donnie and Mikey's plan was better!
- [screams]
- Oh, I hate this, I hate this! - [screaming]
- Ahh, it looked at me!
- [growling]
- Ahh!
[engine grinding]
- Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!
[engine grinding]
- Ahh!
- Come on!
Yeah!
[engine revs]
[tires squealing]
- I don't know how you slicksters talked me into it,
but here are the keys to my entire junk enterprise.
- A pleasure, sir, and here is a briefcase
of our 100% real artisanal currency.
- [chuckles] Just let me grab a few things
and I'll be out of your top hats forever.
- Good work, Armbruster.
Now we can take our sweet time
to look for that piece of the--
- Save yourselves!
- Raph! I told you to stay in the car!
- Who are these guys? Turtles?
You running some kind of scam on me?
- Look out! Hairball!
- [groans] And you let my cat out?
Are you crazy? - [howls]
- Tell it we're friends?
- It won't help.
Mrs. Nubbins used to be so cuddly
until she got mutated into a mantis.
Now all she wants to do is eat my head.
- Fun fact: Praying manti often practice cannibalism.
- Not fun for me!
- I think we're done here. You guys wanna bounce?
- But we haven't found the armor,
and we can't leave him to get eaten!
- Oh, great. We get to save the guy
who once repo'd a birthday cake.
- [whimpers]
- [snarls]
- [grunts] [sword rings]
- [yowls]
- Power smash!
[dramatic music]
- Oy.
both: Ahh!
- Ow, ow! Man, Raph.
Why didn't you trust us to do our plan--ow!
- 'Cause any time a bad guy says "Don't go in there"
you're supposed to go in there like a boss!
[sighs] You're right.
Raph's had nothing but bad ideas today.
- We weren't saying you don't have good ideas.
We're just saying that sometimes we do too!
- [snarling]
all: [screams]
- But now is not one of those times!
Uh, got anything, boss man?
- Uh, okay, okay, maybe we can trap it somehow
if we all put our heads together.
What do we know about cats? Go!
- Well, they're warm, they're fuzzy,
and they're always trying to eat dad.
[thud]
[groaning]
- [gasps] That's it!
I bet we can make a MantiCat-sized mouse.
- Sounds like a great plan!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[engine revs]
[energetic rock music]
- [laughs]
- It's play time, Mrs. Nubbins!
♪ ♪
[yowls]
♪ ♪
all: [shouts]
♪ ♪
- [roars]
- Get 'er in there!
- I'm on it. Everybody bail on three.
- Three!
all: Ahh!
♪ ♪
- Raph, the bus!
- I got this.
♪ ♪
Pushin' like a boss!
[chanting] all: Raph! Raph! Raph! Raph!
- Raph, Raph, Raph? Hey, Raph?
- Huh? What happened?
- You passed out again. Are you getting enough iron?
Anyway, while you were out we drove the bus back.
Big scary kitty is all locked up.
- All right. Great plan, team.
- Nice work putting my cat away.
She gets so cranky when she's hungry.
[cat roars]
I'll feed you soon, my little snuggly-wuggly!
- So, Repo, now that we solved
a very important problem in your life--
- How about hooking us up with that piece of mystic metal
you snagged earlier today?
- What? Mystic metal?
Oh! That was a special order
for a couple of shoe salesmen with flame heads.
They picked it up just before you guys got here.
- That's not good. We gotta go!
[shrill scream]
- Hey! This isn't money!
It's just a briefcase full of loose tuna!
[crash]
- [roars]
No! No, kitty, no!
Oh, snuggly-wuggly!