03x05 - Sky Turtles

[bunniefuu]

♪ Teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪

♪ teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪

♪ teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪

♪ heroes in a half shell ♪

♪ turtle power ♪

♪ they're the world's most
fearsome fighting team ♪

We're really hip.

♪ They're heroes
in the half shell ♪

♪ and they're green ♪

Hey, get a grip.

♪ When the evil shredder
attacks ♪

♪ these turtle boys
don't cut him no slack ♪

♪ teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪

♪ teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪

♪ splinter taught them
to be ninja teens ♪

He's a radical rat.

♪ Leonardo leads,
Donatello does machines ♪

That's a fact, Jack.

♪ Raphael is cool
but rude ♪

♪ Michelangelo
is a party dude ♪

♪ teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪

♪ teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪

♪ teenage mutant
ninja turtles ♪

♪ heroes in a half shell ♪

♪ turtle power ♪♪

DONATELLO:
Another rainy night,

but who had time
to worry about the weather?

There was trouble
in town.

The city was under a reign
of mob terror.

And my 3 partners and I

were the only ones
who could stop it...


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because we were

the teenage mutant
ninja turtles.

Oh, that's it,
Donatello.

Tell every crank in town

we're here,
why don't ya?

I can't
help it, Raphael.

It's these
trench coats.

We were hot
on the case now.

I felt my nerve ends
tingling.

A strange sixth sense
told me

we were nearing
the scene of the crime.

Somebody had
broken the law.

And somebody was gonna
take a fall.

Uh, you wanna try being

a little more discreet,
Sam spudhead?

In the thick of the crowd
was April O'Neill,

a tough cookie.

She was already on top
of the story.

And you actually

saw the burglary
take place?

Oh, well, did I ever.

They had all these
martian rays and things.

They sliced open
the store

like it was a--
a chocolate cream pie.

I mean, what kind of crooks
use heat rays?

I think they were
from Venus or somethin'.

It was the same story
in banks all over town.

The city was being
sucked dry by the mob.

They took anything
that wasn't nailed down,

and even a few that were.

They were using gear
so advanced,

it was straight
out of star wars.

We knew the mob
couldn't get those

state of the art weapons
on their own.

We smelled a rat,

a rat named shredder.

But what mobster
was gutsy enough

to deal with a creep
like shredder?

Who was
this mystery man?

Tony vivaldi,
that's who.

Who said that?

I did. I said,

the guy behind
all these crimes

is Tony vivaldi.

You mean, Tony
"the butcher" vivaldi?

Exactly. The police
I.D.'D some of his men

at the bank robbery
this morning.

So the butcher is
in league with shredder.

Oh, I always knew

something about
the butcher wasn't kosher.

So, like, where do
we find this sleazoid?

I've heard
his favorite hangout

is a nightclub
called "the meat rack."

We'll check it out,
April.

Meanwhile, I've got a story
to file in 20 minutes.

Ahh. Look!

What is it, April?

A lead to
the gangster's hideout?

A vital clue
that will establish

a link between
the butcher and shredder?

A new kind of pizza
I haven't tried yet?

Even better!

A little
hamster statue.

Isn't it the cutest thing?

Gimme a break.

Oy vey.

Gag me with
a pizza ladle.

I've always
wanted one.

It'll just
take a sec.

Welcome to shlavotny's
all-night antiques.

Can I help you?

How much is that
hamster in the window?

Why do I have a feeling

that song won't
make the top 10?

Wow! Check it out!

A genuine Louis xiv
antique pizza-maker.

A must-have item
for any turtle lair.

Could you have it
delivered?

But of course,
little lady.

Hey, Chester!

[SNORES]

Mm, mm, huh? Mm.

Take this
to 110 west 13th,

and make it snappy.

[YAWNS]
Oh, sure, Mr. shlavotny.

How much
do I owe you?

For you, doll,
a mere 10 spot.

Oh, how about
giving me

the same deal
on this gizmo?

No way.

$12.65.
That's the price.

Oh, but all I got

in my turtle bank
is $12.40.

Tough noogies,
frog-face.

Now scram before
your puss breaks

some valuable
antique mirrors.

Sheesh, what a geek!

I really wanted
that pizza-maker.

This is
the place, butcher.

Leave us to it.

Yes, gentlemen,
how may I be of service?

I was wondering if
you'd be interested

in this fine
stradivarius?

[GASPS]

I was hopin' to trade it
for a statue.

[GULPS] A--a--a statue?

That's right,

of a hamster.

I--I--I had one,
but I--I just sold it.

Don't yank
my chain, pops.

Where you hidin' it?

N-n-n-n-n-nowhere.

It's gone. Honest.

Ok...

Lefty, leave us
waste this place.

With the utmost
pleasure, boss.

Catch you outside
channel six.

We'll be there.

Whoa! A quarter!

That gives me just enough

for that antique
pizza-maker.

Uh, wait here, dudes.

Not my collection

of ancient Egyptian
pocket calculators!

Hello, mister!

I just found
an entire quar--

uh, what the heck's
going on?

Hey, butcher,

ain't that one
of them turtles

we was supposed to nab?

It sure is.

No fair!

You turkeys won't
get away with this.

Snap it up.

Those other turtles
must be lurking nearby.

We'll nab them, too.

I'm worried
about Michelangelo.

So what else is new?

I've been worried
about him for years.

Let's make sure
he's all right.

What a mess.

Yeah, looks like
our bedroom.

See? This is
what you get

for being crabby
with the customers.

Michelangelo's hat!

What happened
to our friend?

Answer me, or I'll use
my tough-guy voice.

T-t-they--they--
they took him.

Who took him?

The butcher. Unh.

We've got to find him.

But how?

Well, we could
take out an ad

in the newspaper,

asking if anyone's
seen him,

but offhand, I'd say

we split up
and search.

All right, but be careful.

♪ Oh, Michelangelo! ♪

What are you gawkin' at?

Haven't you ever seen
a turtle in a raincoat before?

I gotta learn to keep
my beak shut.

I couldn't find
a trace of Michelangelo.

Me, neither.

Where's Raphael?

Oh, no. Don't tell me
he's missing, too.

We can't afford to get
trapped ourselves.

We must seek
master splinter's help.

There's no sign of those
other two turtles.

Forget them.
Right now

let's just find
that hamster.

If those criminals did take
Raphael and Michelangelo

it would certainly indicate

that they're in league
with shredder.

But why, master?

True, the butcher gets
to rob the city blind,

but what's in it
for shredder?

What, indeed?

My ancient enemy does not
share power easily.

Wait, maybe it has to do
with that antique shop

they tore apart.

They were probably
searching for something.

Excellent reasoning,
Donatello.

You may make
a good detective yet.

With my partners
vanishing

like pepperonis
in a pizza baking contest,

splinter, our head honcho,
decided to join us.

We were looking for trouble
in the antique district,

and it wasn't long
before we found it.

The butcher!

The turtles!

And the guy they
take orders from.

Get 'em, boys.

We cannot fight
these weapons.

Get to safety.

I will draw their fire.

Unh!

Our master splinter.

Yeah, you dirty rat,
it's curtains for you.

Heh. All my life,
I've wanted to say that.

You cannot help us,
Donatello.

Save yourself.

Run.
But sensei--

run! That is an order.

This'll stop him.

Chalk off
that turtle.

He's finished.

What a feeling. It was like
I'd eaten liverwurst pizzas

on an empty stomach.

Splinter was gone.
The other turtles were gone.

I was all alone,
and I was hurting bad.

There was only one place
i could go.

But, April,
you've got to do it.

You're the only one
who crack this story

on this bizarre
crime wave.

But why me?

Because only you have
the street smarts,

the contacts,
the just plain guts,

to uncover the truth
about this menace.

Really?

Besides, there's
a very simple reason

why it has to be you.

Which is?

Everyone else is
just too darn scared.

So what about
tomorrow night,

you great big
hunk of man, you?

Oh, ok. How about
next week? Next year?

[BODY FALLS]

Excuse me.

Sounds like somebody
just passed out

in front of my office.

You?

Oh, uh,
which one are you?

Donatello.

Got to...Find...April.

Oh, I'll get her for you.

You just stay put

before somebody makes
a news story out of you.

So that's the story,
April.

The butcher
got everybody?

Even master splinter.

We've gotta find them.

Where could he have
taken them?

Only one place
I can think of--

the meat rack.

I grabbed three
of the turtles

and knocked off
the fourth.

And I got that
giant rat also.

You have done well,
butcher,

but you still have not gotten me
the Maltese hamster.

I have given you weapons

which have made you
master of the city,

yet you are incapable of finding
a simple little statue.

Leave us not
blow our corks, shredder.

My boys can't go through
every antique store in town.

They don't have to.

One of the devices
I so generously gave you

is a superconducting
magnet.

Just set it to "antiques,"

and it will
electromagneticly empty out

every antique shop
within a 50-mile radius

and pull the antiques
straight to your headquarters.

Now quit gaping
and do it.

Gee, what a handy
little gadget.

Hmm, let me see.

Toys...

Home furnishings...

Men's underwear...

Aha! "Antiques."

We were headed
for the butcher's hangout,

but I didn't have a clue.

What was he up to?
What was his plan?

And then it struck me.

It's raining
knickknacks.

This must be
the butcher's doing.

Yeah. With shredder's help.

All we have to do is
follow these antiques,

and they'll lead us
straight to his hideout.

Sweetheart,
you read my mind.

It was happening
all over town.

The police were baffled.

Just where do you
you're think goin'?

Uh, just out for a stroll,
copper.

Go home, you two.

Finding the butcher
is a job for us pros.

Huh! All you flatfoots
can find is a doughnut shop.

Now, listen,
gumshoe.

Don't go stickin'
your green nose

in police business.

Green nose?

Heh heh heh.

Uh, n-nice outfit.

May we go now,
officer?

All right,
all right.

BUT LET ME GIVE YOU
A PIECE OF ADVICE:

Stay off of my beat.

Ok.

And don't talk
to strangers.

Sure, sure. Ok.

And don't eat candy
without a wrapper.

All right, already!

And look both ways
before crossing the street.

We finally made it
to the meat rack.

The place was a zoo.

Well, more like
a butcher shop.

Anyway,
it was crowded.

Hey. Where you going,

short, green,
and handsome?

Heh. Excuse me, but
we're in a hurry.

We headed
for the back of the club.

That's where the butcher
would be.

And we had to find out
what he was up to?

Oh, forget it, boss.

There ain't
a single Maltese hamster

in this whole
pile of junk.

No luck,
Mr. shredder.

We've got every
antique in town,

and not a trace
of that statue.

What? Impossible!

You ignoramuses have
slipped up somewhere.

Hey! Don't go blaming us,
metal mouth.

Now you listen to me.

I'm going to be on the docks
at midnight,

and you better be there
with the statue,

or else!

You were right.

Shredder is behind
this whole thing.

We've gotta find
splinter and the others.

I can't take you
anywhere.

Well, lookie
what we got here.

Boys, grab 'em!

This was it.
I knew it was curtains.

I knew
we were finished,

but most of all,

i knew it was time
for a break.

Get 'em, boys!

How are we gonna
get out of this?

Simple, sweetheart.
We run for it!

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]

Hah! Food fight!

No fair. They're making
a bigger mess than we are.

You'll pay for this.

Come on. Let's
get outta here.

We headed for
April's place.

I was afraid
the butcher's g*ons

might have already
beaten us there,

so we took
the side entrance.

Oh, really!
This is ridiculous.

Look, sweetheart,

I don't want
the butcher's boys

to have the drop on us.

I could've just
asked the super

if anyone suspicious
had come in, you know.

Now, do you mind
telling me

what we're doing
in my apartment?

Whatever the butcher
is looking for

has to be something major
'cause shredder wants it.

And if my hunch
is correct, it's--

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Uh...
The package.

This is it--

the thing they're
all looking for.

My hamster statue?

That's right,
sweetheart.

Meet me at the docks
at midnight

and bring it
with you.

You're not gonna give this
to shredder, are you?

Of course not, but it's
my only bargaining chip

to get splinter
and the others back.

I had to find out

just what made that statue
so important.

And to do that,

i needed one simple
piece of equipment.

What do we do, boss?

It's nearly
midnight,

and we still don't
got that statue.

I don't know. But
that guy shredder's

gonna be real ticked off.

Welcome to another
edition of...

Donatello! The show
for couch potatoes

who don't know beans.

It's the turtle
again.

He must've
come back to life.

I should've finished you off
when I had the chance.

Then you'd never
get the statue

everybody wants,
but that I have.

You got it?!
Give it to me!

Not so fast.

First you're gonna tell me
why shredder wants it so bad.

Ok. There was once
this evil scientist

who lived on
the island of Malta.

He was the greatest
scientist in all of Malta.

He was also the only
scientist in all of Malta.

One day, he invented
a formula

for a new super fuel,

more powerful
than anything ever known.

[BANG]

It was the same day
he passed away.

But he'd written down
the formula

inside this statue
of a cute little hamster.

So that's why shredder
wants the Maltese hamster.

Right.
With that super fuel,

he can repower
his technodrome

and rule the world.

And I get dibs
on Detroit.

Now where are you
hiding that hamster?

Hold your horses.
You'll get it.

Just bring splinter
and the other turtles

to the docks at midnight.
We'll swap then.

It's a deal.

And I don't want to see
any weapons,

not even spitballs.

What a spoilsport.

Thanks, fellas.

It's been a pleasure
doing business with you.

The turtle!

He's really here!

Get him!

Just what I was
looking for.

See you at midnight.

Hey, remember,
he said

he didn't want
to see any weapons.

Quiet, you mugs.

Shredder will
be here any--

you incompetent slugs.

Can't you do
anything right?

It was
his fault.

Oh, my fault?
You was steering.

Oh, shut up,
shut up, shut up,

both of you!

Well, do you have
the Maltese hamster?

Well, uh...

No.
But, you see...

What?! Butcher,
I warned you.

Uh, excuse me.

Is this what
you're looking for?

The statue!
Give it to me!

Not until you
release my friends.

The package first,

now! Or else I'll
finish them myself.

Ok. I guess you
hold all the cards.

Oh, mine at last.

Ha ha ha!

It's the formula.

The technodrome
will roll again!

All right, shredhead,
you got what you wanted.

Now release the others.

Ha ha! But the destruction
of you and your friends

is also what I wanted.
Finish them!

Aah! My formula!

The turtles have
no such ray g*ns.

You must have done it.

Me? No way.

I'm innocent,
I tell ya.

Hi, guys.
Did you miss me?

To the Max, dude.

Just for that,
I'm taking my weapons back.

Bebop,
a teleportational ray.

Right, boss.

Hey! What
did you do?

I teleported my weapons
back to the technodrome.

Hey, well,
what about us?

You cheap crooks
are finished.

Wrong, shredder.

You're the one
who's finished.

The turtles are loose.

And we don't have
any weapons.

To the technodrome.

We shall meet again,
turtles.

When it comes to exit lines,
nobody beats ol' shredder.

He got away again.

Perhaps, but his
associates have not.

Master splinter's right.
Let's do it!

Now, boys,
leave us be reasonable.

We was just
foolin'.

Can't you
take a joke?

In a word--no.

Go green machine! Hyah!

We made quick work
of the butcher and his mob

and left them
for the police.

They were given a collective
sentence of 843 years

for robbery, racketeering,

and tearing those little
tags off of mattresses.

As for shredder,

we knew we'd
see him again.

He's the bad penny
that keeps turning up,

the rotten apple
that spoils the bunch,

the moldy anchovy
that ruins the pizza.

Hey, Donatello?
Yeah?

Put a sock in it!