04x34 - Raphael Drives 'em Wild

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♪ Donatello does machines ♪

That's a fact, Jack.

♪ Raphael is cool,
but rude ♪
Gimme a break.

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Hey, settle down,
fellas.

It's time for April's
on-the-spot news report.

I'll catch the rerun,
compadres.

I got a couple
of pizzas in the oven.

This is April O'Neil
for Channel 6 news,

reporting from
Zeroid Laboratories,

where a mysterious
burglary has just
taken place.

The thieves stole
a prototype robotic
control microchip

after first disabling
the alarm system by
chewing through it.

Hmm. Sounds
like the work
of Michelangelo.

Whoever or whatever stole
this top-secret chip

had the strength to tear
this 2-foot-thick titanium
door from its hinges.

Hmm.
Sounds serious.

Yo, dudes,
it's pizza time!

I'd better tell
Master Splinter.

Forget it.
He hates pizza.

No. I mean
about the robbery
at the lab.

Master Splinter, I...
Master Splinter?

Where is he?
I don't know.

He's gone.
And he's taken
everything--

his rug,
his meditation pillow.

All gone.

But he did leave
this videotape
with a note attached.

“To my loyal Turtles,

“I have recorded a message
on this cassette.

“Play it and you
will understand.

Signed, Splinter.”

Greetings, my students.
Do not be alarmed.

I am in no danger.

My path has taken
a new turn.

As of now, I am
no longer your teacher.

Oh, no!
It can't be!

You have learned all
that I can teach you.

My final instructions
are that you leave the lair

and each go
his own way.

Farewell, and may
good fortune shine on you.

Leaving us?
But why?
It doesn't matter.

We must obey
our sensei.

Let's go pack
our belongings.

Hold on.
We don't have
to do anything.

Splinter's not our
sensei anymore.

He'll always be
our sensei, Raphael.

If he says “split,”
we split.

Uh, yeah, but maybe we could
stick together anyway--

you know, get
a room somewhere.

You heard what he said.
We have to go our
separate ways.

Oh, no!
We must be obedient.

Well, hold on.
Look at us.

How can we possibly
stay together?

We can't even agree
on what we should do.

What's the difference
what we do?

As a team,
we are finished.

[squeaking]

[squeaking]

What? The Turtles
and Splinter, gone?

Excellent,
my loyal subject.

Now nothing can stand
in the way of my plan

for total control
of the city.

Not your plan,
Rat King.

Our plan, remember?

Of course,
Leatherhead,

my reptilian
ally.

Together
we shall rule!

You betcha, partner,

but I still want to
get rid of them Turtles

once and for all,
I guarantee.

I, uh, guess
this is it.

I guess.
So long, fellas.

Maybe we'll see
each other again.
Right.

Ciao for now,
dudes.

[sniffles]
And maybe...
forever.

But, chief,
Nerdtech Labs was
broken into last night

with the same M.O.
they used on Zeroid Labs


Please let me cover it.
[Burne]
Now listen to me, April O'Neil.

I want you to cover
Rodney van Gelt's
birthday party.

And if you don't,
you'll be celebrating
your next birthday

on the unemployment line!

[doorbell rings]

[Raphael]
Singing Turtle-Gram
for a Mr. Rodney van Gelt.

[horn blows]

[clearing throat]
♪ Happy birthday, dear Rodney
You're our favorite son ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Rodney
With us you're number 1 ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Rodney
We hope you're having fun ♪

♪ From your mater and pater
We will see you later ♪

Hey, I just sing 'em.
I don't write 'em.

I wanted 4 ninja turtles!
What good is just 1?

Sir, your mother
sends her apologies.

This is the only
one they had.

Raphael,
is that you?

Oh, hi, April.

Hey, there's not much work
for solo mutant turtles
these days.

I haven't seen
any of you guys
since you split up.

What about
the others?
Well,

I know Leonardo's
running a fitness center
on the corner of 5th and Main.

Hey, listen,
I've got to run.

So long, Raphael.
Keep in touch.

Sure. Right.

This is it--


Hmm.
“Roseanne's
Fitness Center”?

Well, this must
be the place.

♪♪ [up-tempo]

Come on, now.
Stretch, stretch.

Go for the burn.

Leonardo.
I see you're
keeping in shape.

This isn't much
of a job, I know,
but it keeps me in pizzas.

Have you seen any
of the other Turtles?

Donatello's working
at Murray's Fix-it Shop
not far from here.

Come on.
Let's go visit him.
I'd like to, April,

but I've got another
aerobics class to teach.

All right, now,
let's shake those
booties.


That's it!

Here it is--
Murray's Fix-it Shop.

And this radio
must be fixed
by 8:00 tonight.

Do you understand?

No problem, lady.

You come back at 8.
It'll be ready.

[sniffing]
Hmm.

Why did that woman look so--
and smell so-- familiar?

April!
It's great
to see you.

It's good to see
you too, Donatello.
How are you?

Well, it isn't as nice
as my old workshop,

but I guess that's
gone for good.

And it's tough for a turtle
to make an honest living
in this town.

I've noticed that.
I've seen Leonardo
and Raphael.

But what's
Michelangelo doing?

Your timing is
perfect, April.

Michelangelo's got
his own cooking show
on TV.

[man]
And welcome to
cable channel 53's

Food a la Dude,
with our chef

on the half-shell,
Michelangelo.

[people cheering]
Whoa, what's cookin', dudes?

This week's recipe is one
of my personal faves--

strawberry surprise pizza

with anchovy sauce.

[all groaning]

That's it!
I'm sick of your
disgusting pizza recipes!

I can dig it.
How about if
I substitute

my disgusting
lasagna recipe instead?

Get out of here!
You're fired!

[all cheering]

Fired.
What a bummer.

Oh, well.
I'd better just get
my secret pizza sauce

from the freezer
before somebody cops it.

[squeaking]
Whoa. Either my shoes
have a squeak,

or this studio
has mice.

[shivering]

“Mondo refrigeroso”
in here, dude!

[squeaking]

Help! Somebody
let me out of here!

[shivering]

Oh, it's f-freezing
in here!

I c-can't believe
how hard I worked

at trying to be c-cool.

[teeth chattering]

[April]
Gosh, that's awful!

Poor Michelangelo,
getting canceled like that
right on the air.

This is the fifth show
he's been fired from.
Why do they keep hiring him?

Hey, the world is hungry
for a good cooking show.

I'm going to visit
Michelangelo.

He could probably use
some cheering up.

Michelangelo?
Are you here?

He must've swallowed
his pride,

along with all
the pizza ingredients.
[cries out]

[screaming]
Rats!

Now I know who that was
in the fix-it shop.

Do you understand?

It was the Rat King!

This is April
calling Donatello.
Come in, Donatello.

Oh, no.

I haven't used it in so long,
the battery's just about dead.

I've got to warn
Donatello.

It looks like the Rat King
has got Michelangelo!

[squeaking]

Whoa, man.
Things like this

really chill me.

Thanks to the electronic code
we stole from Nerdtech Labs,

we can now step up
production of our army.

[Leatherhead]
Very good, my friend.

Pretty soon we got
plenty big robot army,
you betcha!

And with that expl*sive
I planted in the fix-it shop,

all of those Turtles
will soon be history.

You betcha.
As quick as I get

my revenge on them
other 3 shell-backs!

Wonderful.
[chuckles]

Those nasty humans
will bow before me

when this city
is ours!

[karate yells]

Hey, turtle,
why you don't teach me
how to fight?

Whoever you are,
classes are over
for the day.

Come back tomorrow.
I don't think so,
by gumbo.

Leatherhead!
That be me,
all right.

And I be the last thing
you gonna see!

Whoa!

You not fight so good
no more, eh, turtle?
[laughs]

Hy-yah!

Whoa!
[laughing]

This be like taking
gumbo from a baby!

[laughing]

[panting]
Leatherhead is right.

I have lost my
fighting edge.

I need the Turtles.

This sure is a weird place
to hold a birthday party.

But then again, there are
probably people who feel
the same way about a sewer.

Hello!
Sally's Silly Singing
Song-o-grams here.

Boy, do I feel
stupid saying that.

Hope this isn't one of
those parties where everyone
shows up fashionably late.

[whirring]
Ah, I hear
signs of life.

Great.
Here comes
an elevator.

Welcome, turtle.

The festivities are
about to begin.

The Rat King.
The big cheese himself.

[seethes]
It's those
sort of jokes

that make me
hate turtles!

Get him!
[squeaking]

I don't suppose
we could talk this over,
reptile-to-rodent.

That's right.
We can't.

[laughing]

I sure wish
the guys were here.

I've got to reach
Donatello and warn him
about the Rat King.

I just hope
I'm not too late.

[Leonardo] Give up,
Leatherhead! You've never
been able to beat me!

Except I gonna whip you
now, you betcha.

Whoa-oa-oa!
You know what they say--

What goes around,
comes around.

[squeaking]

This gonna give you
one big headache,
I guarantee!

Whoa!
How would you
like to trade

a headache
for an upset stomach?

[groans]
[crash]

Okay.

No more Mr. Nice Gator.

Pond scum like you

are the best argument
for laser-g*n control.

Au revoir, shell-back.

Whoa-oa-oa!
Help!

That for sure be
the deepest hole
in the sewer.

There not be enough
left of that turtle

to make jambalaya
turtle pie!

[laughing]

Give up, turtle.
You can't go
any higher.

And you can't get
any lower.

Always joking,
aren't you?

Well, the last laugh
is on you!

What? Hey!
Put me down!

Huh. Is that
ironic or what?

I'm trapped like a rat
by a rat.

[phone ringing]
There.
It's done.

And with a full
minute to spare.

I wonder why that lady
insisted I finish by 8:00?

[ringing continues]
Okay, okay, I'm coming.

Thank goodness
Donatello's still here!

I've got to
warn him about...

Donatello!
Oh, no!

Donatello!

[Donatello]
Did someone
call my name?

Donatello,
you're all right!

Yeah, yeah,
I'm all right.

But how did you get out?
The entire place blew up.

Do we have time
for a flashback?
It's your show.

[ringing]
[Donatello]
Well, the phone was ringing.

When I went to answer it,
some guy on the other end
warns me

that an expl*sive
in the radio is
about to go off.

There was something
very familiar
about his voice.

Anyway, I took
the sewer escape.

That's what I came
to warn you about.

I think the Rat King
planted that b*mb.
[siren wailing]

The Rat King, huh?

Oh, thanks for
showing up, fellas,
but I'm not hurt.

I fix that,
you betcha.

[gasps]
Gas!

[chokes, groans]

First the Rat King,
and now Leatherhead!

I've got to save
Donatello!

[siren wailing]

Leatherhead pulled into
that run-down warehouse.

My investigative
reporter's instincts tell me
the Rat King is in there too.

Don't these villains
ever get tired of using

an abandoned warehouse
as their hideout?

I know I do.

If the Rat King's
involved,

then they're bound
to be in the sewer.

Looks like there's
only one way down.

There they be--


hooked up like
a mess of catfish.

[laughing]

Done well, Leatherhead.

Now, let us put
the final phase

of our plan
into operation--

the takeover
of the entire city!

It sound plenty good
to me, by gumbo.
[chuckles]

[groans]

Michelangelo. Raphael.
But where's Leonardo?

Your friend
Leonardo,

he be taking
one long trip,
you betcha.

[laughing]

But you all be
together real soon...
in turtle heaven!

No way that dude got
the best of Leonardo.

Hah!
I beat him like that.

It was a piece
of cornpone cake, yeah.

Would you mind not
talking about dessert?
I just started my diet.

Maybe you stopped eating,
but I got me a bunch
of critters

who be real hungry,
for sure.

[Raphael]
Robot rats!

[Donatello]
Android alligators!

I was right.

It's the Rat King
and Leatherhead,
and they've got the turtles!

I got to go for help.
[screams]
[squeaking]

It's that snooping
reporter.

Stop her,
my loyal followers!

Uh-oh.

This is a regular
rat race.

I'm not
gonna make it.

What?

I sure hope April
made it out.
What a pipe dream.

No one escapes us,
by gumbo.

[Leonardo]
Wrong, you
walking suitcase!

Leonardo!
All right, dude!

I-It's not possible.

I saw you fall
with my own eyeballs.

Hah!
You didn't see me fall,
you heard me yell.

Do you actually think
a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle

could get hurt
in the sewers?

I grabbed on to a ledge
and kept yelling.

Whoa-oa-oa!
Help!

I made it sound
like I was falling.

Cut the back-story
and cut us down.

As leader of the group,
I'm not used to taking orders,

but I'll make an exception
in this case.

Way to go,
Leonardo.

“Stupenduloso”
throw, dude.

[weapons clicking]
Turtle power!

Pulverize them,
my robot rats.

[Leatherneck]
Go get 'em, gators!

Lot of them, aren't there.
Let me put it this way--

I'd hate to have to
buy batteries for
all of 'em.

Looks like you guys
got your wires crossed.

Whoa!
How come this never
happened to John Wayne?

Obey your king!
Attack the Turtles!

Destroy them!

Pretty cool,
huh, dudes?

Together again,
just like old times.

I hate to be a party pooper,
but this looks like it might
be our final reunion.

Hi, guys.
Am I too late
for your get-together?

April!
How'd you get away
from those rats?

I had a little help.

[Leonardo]
Master Splinter!

Bodacious entrance!

But I thought
you left us.

There will be time enough
for explanations later.

Now we must join forces
and defeat our enemies.

Splinter!

We fix you good,
you fur-covered
swamp rat!

Allow me that pleasure,
Leatherhead, my friend.

[whistles]

[squeaking]

What a battle!
What a story!

Uh, sensei,
you think you could
meditate later?

No. I must
do it now.

[thinking]
You will no longer
obey the Rat King.

You will listen only to me.
I am your true master.

I order you to
destroy the robots.

[gasps]

What's going on here?

Tell them rats
to cut that out,
you hear?

[groans]
I can't!

Splinter's mind is taking
complete control of them!

No! No!
It cannot be!

You ain't no Rat King!
You're a rat fink!

Go, my fellow rodents.
Your task is finished.

[crackling]

[squeaking]
[gasps]

We will meet again,
Turtles!

[shrieks]

My camera!
No!

Come back,
my disloyal subjects!
Come back!

A king without any
subjects to rule...

Is like a turtle
without a pizza.

To the Turtles!
Together again!

Are we together,
master?

Yes, my students.

Oh, 2 prize-winning
stories--

the defeat of Rat King
and Leatherhead

and the reunion of
the Teenage Mutant
Ninja Turtles--

and I lose them both!

So why did you
leave us, master?

I sensed trouble
from the Rat King
and Leatherhead.

We were one step
ahead of you there,
Master Splinter.

As I knew
you would be.

But I felt that only
if we pretended to separate

would the villains
come out into the open,

and I had my eye
on you all.

So it was you who
called to warn me about
the expl*sive in the radio.

But why didn't you tell us
what you were planning?

because only by experiencing
what it was like to be apart

could you appreciate
how vital it is

that you remain
together.

Here we are, dudes--
and dude-ette.

Mmm!
It smells delicious!
What's in it?

Well, this is gonna
be my next week's
cooking-show recipe--

Swiss cheese pizza
topped with minced gator.

Oh, yuck!
Oh, man!
Get that away!

Just kidding, dudes.

Whoa, it was
a joke!

Honest!

[screaming]
[chuckling]

Perhaps they need
another lesson
in togetherness.

♪♪ [theme]