These pizza puffs are amazing!
Can I double my order?
Certainly, Chef Flambé. Just give us a moment.
I'm adding a special ingredient just for your clientele.
Your restaurant is going to be the talk of the town.
Sounds great, if I don't eat them all myself.
Well, here they are, matey.
Guaranteed to slay with flavor.
Not so fast, Sweats.
Your mystic poison puffs are off this menu.
Poison? But it's so delicious--
Hey! Didn't you hear me? They're dangerous!
This isn't a restaurant supplier.
It's your old rival, Rupert Swaggart,
or should I say Meat Sweats?
First he lures you with delicious puffs,
then sells you poison ones to ruin your business.
He was gonna do it to all his old rival chefs.
Dude! They're poison!
Huh?
Yes, and I'd have gotten away with it,
if not for you, you pesky turtle.
The Red Angel of Preventing Harm saves the day.
No thanks to my lame bros who again flaked on the mission.
Seriously?
Hello?
Anyone gonna thank Raph for saving New York?
By himself? Again?
While everyone else was asleep and not helping?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Guess I'll have Donnie
analyze these in case there's any more out there.
If he ever bothers to wake up.
What?
Mm, delicious.
As you know, I don't normally express emotion, but...
That's good!
It's like a thousand angels blessed each of my taste buds.
Guys! What are you doing?
Those things have mystic poison.
I clearly wrote, "Danger. Do not eat."
We didn't fall for that old chestnut.
Selfish Raph trying to keep us from eating his pizza puffs.
What? Raph doesn't lie.
Oh, really? How about when you tell us
training starts an hour earlier
because you know we're always late, hmm?
Or when you told Mikey that if he doesn't
take out the trash, a trash monster
will eat him in his sleep?
I only do that because you guys are irresponsible.
I can't trust you to do simple stuff
like show up for a mission, and not eat poison!
What poison? I don't feel anything.
Meat Sweats put a mystic toxin in...
Are you sweating?
Yeah, a little, but only because my hand is on fire.
See? Right as rain.
Typical overprotective Raph. Worried about nothing.
See? It got you, too.
What? Just a little case of jelly bones?
I'll be fine.
You know, come to think of it,
I do have a bit of an upset stomach.
Maybe I didn't get enough to eat.
Don't eat that.
Oh, yeah, gross. It's been on the floor.
And it's poison!
Uh-huh. Assuming we believe you,
color me skeptical, my goggles will spot any--
whoa! That is a lot of mystic.
Okay, I better analyze this puff
and see if I can whip up an antidote.
Now you're talking sense.
Or we take one last ride on the flavor train!
Chugga, chugga, choo, choo!
No! That was our last chance to find a cure.
You're gonna have jelly bones forever.
Relax. Raph'll fix it.
I'm Raph! See, this is the problem.
You guys expect me to solve everything,
but we'll never be a strong team
unless you learn to solve things yourselves,
and that starts today.
Now, who's got an idea on how we can track down
Meat Sweats and find an antidote?
- Oh, you mean us? - Yes!
Okay, fine. You know what?
My super tongue already found a clue.
In that puff, I tasted a special flour
only available at one Swedish bakery.
Great, Raph, check it out.
And hurry up, 'cause I think my stomach's getting worse.
Weren't you listening?
I'm trying to teach you to solve things yourselves.
All right, I'll drive.
You sure you want me to do this?
I don't feel so hot.
Oh, there we go.
We need to know where Meat Sweats is,
and you're the team's face man.
Get in there and do what you do best, face.
Hey, buddy, I'm from the...
Oh, I don't know, Swedish Chef Awards,
and I'm here to give some kind of...
golden rolling pin. Nice.
But I just need you to fill out a simple questionnaire.
And anyway, hey, what's-- where's Rupert Swaggart?
Ah, the coveted golden rolling pin!
Sir Rupert's address is written on a note
under that stack of plates.
And if you'd just move them to the sink,
I will retrieve it.
The stack on the right or the left?
Never mind. I'll get both.
What the...
So about that address?
- You can take the sweaty apron
that Rupert Swaggart left behind.
What are we gonna do now?
All Leo got out of that chef was this sweaty apron.
Calm down, Tummytello. Calm down.
Don't worry.
Raph's gonna bail us out like he always does.
I'm Raph! And I'm not bailing you out.
These guys are lost without me. Maybe I should help them.
Make them do it themselves.
It's the only way they'll learn.
But they're just kids.
And you can make them men!
Hey, bud, did you eat one of these puffs?
Tummytello hungry!
What? You have more of those?
No, that was the last one.
Okay, that was the last one.
Come on, guys, you can do this.
Is the apron a clue?
Maybe Donnie could run some kind of spectroscopic analysis.
Why would I waste my time with fake science
when I could just use the Smell-U-Lator?
Meat Sweats is definitely to the east.
Ah, how fascinating and varied
are the robust scents of New York City.
Oh, oh, no, not the garbage strike!
These smells are upsetting Tummytello.
Turn.
No, no, no! Cheese aging district.
Ugh, sumo wrestling gym. Diaper cleaners.
Leo!
There. To the marina.
Meat Sweat's stank seems to be coming from--
Over there.
Okay, Raph, time to smash your way aboard
and make Meat Sweats give you the antidote.
- Ugh, Mikey, I'm in the tank.
What part about solving this yourselves
don't you understand?
Well, boys, it's on us.
But first, how about some pizza puffs?
Stop eating the poison!
Okay, Meaty Sweetie, hand over the antidote.
Preferably inside some of those exquisite pizza puffs.
You look a right mess!
Serves you right for monkeying with me plan
to ruin me rivals' restaurants.
What say we even the score?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Gastroenteritis!
Why did it have to be scrod?
Ow!
I gotta get in there.
No. They'll never learn if you always help them, Raph.
But I can't just sit here.
This is for their own good.
I'd have you for dinner,
but you look like three lumps of spoiled meat.
I knew we'd never be able to do this without Raph.
Believe in yourselves.
Guys, Tummytello's right.
Leo, give me the rest of our pizza puffs.
Well, I don't have any more.
Aww, man, those really are the last ones.
Hot soup!
Oh, my. Those are delicious.
Oh, no, what's happening to this little piggy?
That must be the antidote.
Leo, save us with my jelly bones!
And vial snag.
It's been my honor serving with you, Tummytello.
I'll always be with you.
Wait, let's talk this over.
Just a little sip, hey, my chummy-wubbies?
Ah, a moral quandary.
Do we give the antidote to the villain, or...
Poison, antidote.
Everything he makes is delicious.
Huh?
I knew you guys could do it.
No, you didn't. I did.
Oh, you want to go?
Bring it.
Eh, Raph'll take care of it.
Oh, that's much better.
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