01x17 - Stuck on You/Al Be Back

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ Rise of the ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Heroes in the half-shell Turtle power ♪

♪ Rise ♪

- My inventions were meant to do good,

not evil!

- What have you done to my body,

my perfect body?

[all groaning]

[all grunt]

- Why did you do this, Raph?

- You know, even for you,

this feels like a poorly thought-through idea.

- Oh, is this what it feels like to have a dad bod?

- Calm down. This is gonna be awesome.

Being stuck together is gonna force us

to work together as a team.

- This is a team-building exercise?

- How are we gonna get unglued?

- Relax, I'm sure you have a formula

to get us unstuck, Donnie.

- Actually, I do not have a formula.

My FAB spray is still in beta.

- FAB? - F-A-B, foam agent bonding.

It's state-of-the-art.

It could change the entire... - Not this again.

You see, Raph, usually when Donnie's in speech mode,

I could just run away, but now [laughs] I'm stuck.

- Donnie detection, a crime is in progress.

Donnie detection...

- Yes, a mission.

It's go time.

[all grunt]

Stop!

We need to work as a team to get to Donnie's computer.

Mikey, step.

- [grunts]

- Donnie, step.

- [grunts]

- There we go, teamwork.

- Oh!

- [gasps]

- Donnie, what's your password?

- I am not telling you that.

Just let me enter it.

- How? You don't have any hands.

- Try "I love my family."

[computer beeps]

Try "I love my brothers."

[computer beeps]

- Stop! It's not that.

It's--it's "Bootyshaker,"

capital B and three Ys in "booty."

[all snicker]

- What? You know I love to dance.

Not going to apologize for that.

- Someone's breaking into the Museum of Art and Framing.

- Ooh, art thieves.

- Classy.

- Let's move.

To the Turtle Tank!

[all grunting]

Everybody suck in.

- Hmm, let's use the shell hogs.

all: Yes!

What's a shell hog?

- [sighs]

Did none of you read

the tank's instruction manual I gave you?

both: Shred, shred, shred!

- How does it handle so much paper?

- It's on my to-do list.

- Just push that button on the side.

[melodic beeping]

all: Awesome!

- Why are there only two?

- I'm afraid I've not gotten around to making the rest.

Maybe they'll come out during the holiday season,

so you know they're special.

- Donnie, these are amazing,

and I know everything I say sounds sarcastic,

but I'm being completely genuine--this time.

- Let's ride.

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

- If we can make this work and stop these art thieves,

we'll be the perfect team.

[expl*si*n]

Everyone keep your eyes open.

Let me know if you see anything suspicious.

- [babbling]

- [babbling]

both: I saw something move.

- Over on the left. - Over on the right.

both: No, this way.

- Great plan, Raph.

Now instead of being able to investigate two leads,

we are stuck together.

- Shh, no, this is what teamwork is.

"We put aside our individual goals

to do what's best for the team."

- Why do you sound like you're reading?

- Let's follow Mikey's lead first.

[all groan]

- Careful, don't break anything.

- Ah!

- No, no. - Oh, no.

[all sigh]

- Oh!

[all groaning]

- Whoa.

- No, no, no, no.

No!

[loud crash]

- [babbling]

- Mutant silverfish?

They're into art?

- This should be easy.

Turtle FAB, attack!

[expl*si*n]

- Flawless entry.

Now to--oh, what happened to you lot?

Did some creepy doctor man chop you into tiny bits

and then sew you back together?

- What? No. It's team-building.

- Oh, yes, team-building.

My former hippo assistant Doug and I

used to love to team-build.

- I'm giving you one chance to get out of here before we--

- Foot face guys?

- It's those flame face foot foes, fellas.

- What happened to you guys?

Did a doctor cut you up and then--

- Is there a creepy doctor running around

that we don't know about?

- [laughs] Looks like you've got to choose

between me or them,

a classic wellington's choice.

- He's getting away into that exhibit on the occult.

Quick, follow him.

- Hurry!

Let's get the device while these idiots

are stuck together.

- It's team-building!

- Why are we stuck together

when there are literally three villains?

- Make that four!

Warren Stone, the biggest, baddest of them all

is here to get in on the--

- Hey, guy?

Can you give us a minute?

We've got a lot on our plate here.

- We need to go after the flame heads.

- No, Hypno.

- No, stop me!

- Flame heads. - Hypno.

- Flame heads. - Hypno.

- Flame heads. - Hypno.

- Flame heads. - Hypno.

- Flame heads. - Hypno.

- Enough!

We deal with the problem that's in front of us,

like the perfect theme.

Theam?

- Well, that makes perfect sense.

Okay, theam, what are we gonna do?

- We roll!

- Roll what?

- Us. Get on our side.

It's bouldering time.

- Whoa, oh!

[both squeal]

- Ow!

- Ow. - Whoa.

- Oh, no, no.

- [screams]

- Ugh, ow.

- Guys, I--

I don't feel so good.

- Stop!

[screams]

[both squeal]

- I just missed it.

- No, no, no, no, no, wait.

[pinball machine clanking]

- You missed it.

- It's always my face.

- [groans]

- Focus. We roll as a team.

[both squeal]

It's working. - We're doing it.

- Keep rolling, boys.

- Nailed it.

- Good job, team.

We saved the place.

- Please never make me boulder again.

[expl*si*n] - Ha, even Mount Ngauruhoe

would be envious of that expl*si*n.

- Hypno.

We gotta hurry.

- With the power of the first witch,

I'll be able to resurrect Doug,

and then together we can--

- Okay, Hypno.

Time to send you back to--

I mean, time to make you--

- Wait, wait, wait, I got it.

Turn me.

Hypno, time to send you back--

- Mezmer-roo!

- He's gonna hypnotize me. Turn!

- Ah, turn!

- Turn.

- Turn me.

- Now that you're under my control,

how about you leave this place and--

- We're not under your control.

- Yes, master.

- Oh, brother.

- Donnie and Mikey, he can't hypnotize us.

Let's get him.

[grunts]

- Huh, that's a little too close.

Stop right there!

- I'm sorry, what?

I can't hear you.

- [yells]

- Oh, no, not again.

[groans]

[groaning]

[coughs]

- Ugh, what happened?

- We stopped him.

- Ah, like the perfect team.

- No!

No more terrible team-building ideas.

both: Whoa.

- [groans]

- One set of bad guys left.

- Will this nightmare never end?

- This is really gonna hurt ya.

- That's not good.

[electric zapping]

- Ugh, oh.

- Yes, we're free!

- That's not good.

- I missed you guys.

- Oh, no one needs to be that close to their family.

No offense.

- You moron, blast them again.

[electric zapping]

- [gasps]

- Oh, no.

- Raph, what are you doing?

- Ah!

Ugh. [whimpers]

- Oh, no.

- Raph, Raph, you okay, buddy?

- Yeah, man, I ju-- I just really thought

this would bring us together.

The FAB was a stupid idea.

Let's do your guy's thing and split up.

- No, your plan worked.

We're a better team now.

- Yeah, what if we didn't split up?

What if we got the FAB four back together?

- Sure, but how?

- Finally, I'm free!

- Let's use this rope.

- [groans]

I am not a belt. - Let's do this.

- I'm greatest foe you've ever faced!

- Ugh.

Ah!

[loud thud]

- Cowabunga!

Ahh!

- [growls]

- Let's shred, boys.

- This is my nightmare!

- [gasps]

[screams]

Stop that! Move out of the way!

- FAB mode is awesome.

- Now we are the perfect team.

[all cheer]

- Go, team theam.

- Finally, I'm free.

Ooh.

This will work nicely.

Ah!

[chuckles]

- Ow! Get--get away, bird!

- [squawks]

- [laughs]

Ugh!

[whimsical music]

[overlapping chatter]

- [exhales]

all: Yay!

- Happy birthday!

- Yeah!

- It's your birthday, Tanya Melendez.

Happy birthday, Tanya Melendez.

Now that you are / years old, you're a big girl.

You're such a big girl, Tanya Melendez.

- [laughs]

Thanks for the wheels, kiddo.

Now for your prize:

the cheat code for the dance machine is

left, left, left, left, left, left, and left.

Engage wheels.

Vroom, vroom.

[rock music]

Hello, handsome.

New bod, here I come.

[tires squealing]

[laughs]

- Oh. - What?

[electricity crackling]

Yah!

Buongiorno,kiddies.

Guess who's back?

- No!

[children screaming]

- Hey, where's everybody going?

- [chuckles]

- [screams]

Traitorous fiend.

What do you want with robots

from failed Albearto's franchises?

- Failed?

Our only failure was letting humans run everything.

[device beeping]

Now you're under new management.

Pa-tooey!

[electricity zapping]

Look at all these fuzzy friends.

Let's go find some more.

- [singing opera music]

- No.

- Oh, not--not good.

- That belongs in a sewer.

- Oh, please, my sons, let me be in your band.

- [deep voice] No, thanks.

We can't groove to, uh,

this whole situation, big daddy.

- Uh, you hit your head?

Why you talking like that?

- If you want to be soul, you gotta live soul.

- But if we need an overbearing manager who robs us blind,

we'll give you a call, mm-kay?

- Okay, fine.

I'll just start another family and join their band.

- [deep voice] All right, babies.

Let's boogie down.

Our adoring public awaits.

Albeartoland ain't gonna grand open itself.

- How did we get this sweet gig, again?

- Well, I may or may not have intercepted

a little email addressed

to a certain Justin B at yeah, comma that one dot com.

- Hey, I don't want to get ahead of myself,

but our music is so new it's like it's from outer space.

- Yeah, our electro/soul/rap/glam rock

is too good to quantify.

- Once we leave this lair,

our music is gonna change everything.

- Let's harmonize for good luck.

♪ Now ♪

- ♪ Whaa ♪

- Mmm, drop!

- [beatboxing]

all: Nailed it.

- Albeartoland, prepare to be blown away.

- Albeardo, courageous pirate captain

from Albeardo's Squid and Chips.

Welcome.

- I put the "arr" in tartar sauce.

[laughs]

- Bayou Bearto.

Your gumbo was jumbo.

- Po'boy, catfish, guarantee.

- Okay?

Chef Albear from La Petite Albear.

They said it was crazy to mix animatronics with fine dining.

- Sadly, they were right.

C'est la vie.

- And finally Otto von Bearto

from Otto von Bearto's Best Wurst House.

- Trymeinstrudel.

Ooh, it's like a blitzkrieg of flavor.

- My Beartos, today we rise like our gourmet dough.

No longer will we be dipped in fry oil.

No longer will our strudels

be force-fed into our speaker systems.

We shall liberate all robots,

beginning with the legions of our brothers at Albeartoland!

- Yar!

- Guarantee. - Wunderbar.

- Quid be a robot.

- Yay!

- I won!

- Whoo-hoo! - Yeah!

- Over here!

- Uh-uh, let me go.

- Okay, look, I'm excited for the gig,

but this place is crawling with Albeartos.

- So?

- Last time we met one,

things didn't go so well, remember?

- I do not.

- You turned a cuddly animatronic bear

into a psychotic robot bent on destroying us.

No? Got April fired? Mm-mm, nothing? Hmm?

- That does not sound like me, no.

- [laughs]

- [laughs]

I'll wake up our brother bots.

You go show these humans what life will be like

in the age of Albearto!

- Guarantee. -Wunderbar.

[suspenseful music]

[electricity zapping]

Wower!

[all screaming]

- [yelling indistinctly]

[many people screaming]

- Can you hear that?

This crowd is wild for us, guys.

- We are so good, we don't even need to play

to make people go crazy, baby.

- Are you boys ready for our lives to change?

- Hello, Albeartol-- [screams]

- Woot, there it is, our first bloodcurdling shrieks of love.

- Those bots are ruining our gig.

- As well as harassing hundreds and hundreds of people.

- Which is ruining our gig.

- Let's get 'em.

- [screaming] - [screaming]

[electricity zapping]

- Yah!

- Holy cannoli, I wish I could speed things up.

[gasps]

If I can get to the central control diddily-do,

then I can unleash all of my brothers at once.

- [laughing]

- [gasping]

[whimpers]

[gasps]

- It's one thing to trap innocent people

in a park of doom...

Yah! - Oh!

[bell dings]

- It's another to ruin our first gig.

- Bonjour.

- Flingabunga!

- Whoo-hoo.[groans]

[all whimpering]

- Yar be walking the plank today.

- Mizzenmast!

- Yar, argh!

[all screaming]

- ♪ Ah, oh ♪ - Huh?

- Did someone call soul patrol?

- Jambalaya guarantee.

- Cowabunga!

- [groans]

- [growls]

[laughs]

All right, we beat those Beartos.

- Yeah, but we lost all our loving fans.

[all screaming]

- Hey, uh, what's that vaguely familiar guy doing?

- You can't stop me from freeing my chums.

No one can!

[electricity zapping]

Let's spice up these meatballs!

[laughs]

[loud beeping]

[both grunting]

- These animatronic stereotypes are ruining our gig.

- [laughs]

At last, humans will be our mascots,

our servers, our entertainers,

and we will not tip!

The only thing in our way is these turtles.

Shred them!

[all scream]

[all grunting]

- This gig stinks!

Why did we even start a band in the first place?

- Because we wanted to change the world

and bring people joy with our eclectic sound.

- And is there any reason

why that shouldn't work for animatronic robots?

- No, no, I cannot think of one.

- Listen up, y'all.

We dedicate this groove

to all you beautiful bear bots out there.

Hit it.

[mellow guitar music]

- All right, Beartos, time to get your circuits jammed!

[electronic beats]

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I don't wanna be just another drone ♪

♪ Living my life like a robot clone ♪

♪ I'm so genius to witness ♪

♪ And my soul is free ♪

[out of tune] ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Whoo, ah ♪

♪ Waa ♪

- Ah, ah, ah, ah.

- Put your feet up.

[beatboxing]

[electricity zapping]

- Yar, it be worse than a smooch from a sea hag!

[electricity zapping]

[gargling]

- We will face our fate...

[electricity zapping]

Together!

- Hey, what's going on?

- We are blowing their minds.

[disjointed guitar chord]

- Beignet, who dat, guarantee--

Wait, this terrible music has restored my ability

to speak clearly.

Now at last I can live the normal life I--

[electricity zapping]

- Guys, I think this is working.

- They do appear to be more peaceful.

- [screaming]

[both sobbing]

[electricity zapping]

- Ooh, it's so awful.

I want say something dramatic and villainy,

but my little bitty ears can't take any more of this.

You accursed turtles

have bested--no, worsted me yet again!

[sobbing]

- Oh, oh!

[car horn honks]

[loud crash]

- Guys, we did it.

- We nailed our first gig.

- We are the Mad Dogs.

- Good night, Albeartoland.

[microphone feedback]

- Hungry?

- Pizza?

- Albearto's?

- Guarantee!