06x09 - Nightmare in the Lair

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[roaring]

[Michelangelo]
It's The Squid Monster
That Ate Hoboken!

[Raphael]
A veritable
science fiction classic.

[Michelangelo]
I must've watched
this flick a dozen times!

Actually, you've watched it
two dozen, but who's counting?

Whoa, scope it out, dudes.

Here's the part where
he gets truly unruly.

[electricity crackles]
Hey! What's going on?

It's gotta be
Donatello again.

[All]
Donatello!

Uh, sorry, guys!

I guess I overloaded
the circuit.

Hmm, must be the pentode
and ductoscope.

Maybe it's
the autodyne ignition.

Aha!
I found the trouble.

Donatello's been
blowing out fuses all week

working on that screwball
invention of his.

That's not all he blew out.

Look at the TV!

[Michelangelo]
Major bummer, dudes!

The squid monster
was just about

to chow down on Chinatown.

[Splinter]
Perhaps that was
a fortunate accident,

my students.

You have been watching

far too many
tasteless horror films.

Hey, Sensei, we gotta have
some intellectual stimulation.

My students,
I advise you

to make use of your
own imagination

instead of relying
on other people's.

Now, when I was very young,

I would listen
to sumo wrestling
on the radio.

Now, that required
imagination.

[Burne]
g*ng, today we welcome
a brand-new member

to the Channel 6 news team.

He's Milton Frobish III,

the son of Channel 6's
owner, Milton Frobish II.

Gosh, what an incredible
coincidence.

Now, I don't expect you

to show Milton
any special privileges.

He's just like any other
working class stiff.

Who happens to be
worth $23 gazillion.

Any questions?

Just one.
Is he married?

Irma, I hope you
won't embarrass us

by fawning
all over him.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I present Milton Frobish III.

Uh, hello.

D'oh!

What an incredible
honor, sir!

Can I offer you a seat?

Maybe a cup of coffee?

A prune Danish?

If you need
a place to live,

I know a charming
little apartment.

We can move April out
right away.

Vernon! Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, sorry, Chief.

I was just trying
to make him feel at home.

Yes, in my home.

I'm sure we all want
to help young Frobish

learn everything
about Channel 6,

which is why I'm sure
Ms. O'Neil won't mind

if Milton takes her place
doing the news today.

I won't?

[Milton on TV]
And that wraps up
today's nose--

Er, I-- I mean news!

Uh, until tomorrow,
this is Milton Frobish

singing-- oh,
I-- I mean signing off.

[Raphael]
Huh! What a turkey!

They should've saved this guy
for a Thanksgiving special.

I wonder what
happened to April.

[Donatello]
Hey, guys,
come in here quick!

It's working fine now.

The parabolic synchronizer
was interfering

with the rheostatic
magnetometer.

That's easy
for you to say.

All right!

Does that mean we can
finish watching

The Squid Monster
That Ate Hoboken?

Trust me.

This invention will make
movies obsolete.

I call it Dream-O-Vision.

Is this the gizmo that keeps
blowing our fuses?

[laughs]
No, no, no.

See, that's
the ultra high-voltage
power transmitter.

It allows
the Dream-O-Vision helmet

to be cordless so you can
take it anywhere.

So, like, what exactly
does it do?

Anything your imagination
can dream up.

Watch this.

And to you, Donatello,

for your great
contributions to science,

we award this
honorary doctorate

and the title
of Turtle Emeritus.

Tubuloso!
Cool!
It's surreal!

See? All you have to do
is imagine something,

and the Dream-O-Vision
turns it into

a life-size hologram.

Here, Leonardo.
You try it.

[Leonardo over radio]
The tortoise has landed.

[Man]
This is Mission Control.

Congratulations,
Colonel Leonardo.

You-- What's that,
Mr. President?

Correction.
Make that General Leonardo.

This is one small step
for a turtle,

one giant leap
for turtlekind.

[people cheering]

It's amazing!

The whole thing
was so real!

Yeah. I mean,
it's hard to believe

it was all
in your mind,
isn't it?

Now me!

At last,
a chance to direct!

Hold on, dude.

I didn't sign up
for this gig.

Silence, sl*ve!

And feed me more pizza!

And you, who gave you
permission to stop hailing?

All hail
Raphaelus Tortelus!

Yeah.
That's more like it.

This scene is taking
a definite wrong turn.

[sizzling]

Uh-oh.
It won't work!

Gosh, it never
did this before.

Ah ha ha ha ha!

I'm taking control
of your dream now,

Raphaelus Tortelus.

Sorry, Raphael.

This is going to hurt you
more than it does me.

We're back in the lair.

What happened?

Somebody rewrote
my script.

And where did that
weird face come from?

Um, I'm afraid it still
has a few bugs to work out.

You can say that again.

Didn't you say this would
be just a hologram?

Ow!

Ooh,
that's what I thought.

But it looks like
the Dream-O-Vision

can make
imaginary stuff real.

Guys, I'm afraid
this helmet is off limits

till I can figure out
what's wrong.

Hey, whoa!
What about me?

It's my turn next.

Forget it,
Michelangelo.

It's too risky.

Bummer.

Everybody gets
to have fun but me.

April here will show you
the ropes, Milton.

I'll be forever grateful,
Ms. O'Neil.

You will be in good hands.

April is the best
reporter on our staff.

Why, thank you for those
kind words, Chief.

Words are cheap.
Raises cost money.

Oh, you'll remember
to tell your father
I said that.

Oh, certainly, sir.

Welcome to Channel 6,
Milton.

Not a chocolate cake!
Uh, yeah.

I ran home and whipped it up
during my lunch break.

Oh, no, no.
Please, not--

[groans]

I tried to tell you.

I'm allergic
to chocolate.

[Leonardo]
Coming with us,
Michelangelo?

We're going to return
these tacky video tapes,

the way Master Splinter
suggested.

No, thanks, dudes.

I'll just stay home
and polish my grappling hook.

Suit yourself.

On the other hand,

maybe I'll just check out
Donatello's invention.

Bugs or not,
I just gotta check out

this Dream-O-Vision
gizmo for myself.

Besides, a little glitch
can't be that serious.

Whoa, spectaculoso!

It works!

Wait till I tell
the little brain meister

just how wrong he was.

[yelps]

It's the squid monster
that ate Hoboken!

Some monsters just don't know
when they're not welcome.

Whoa!

Totally unreal!

I wasn't even thinking
about the squid monster.

Come on, helmet,
do your stuff!

[crackles]

Major bummer, man.

I guess it doesn't work
when it's wet.

Well, at least that
squid monster's gone.

I hope it went back to Hoboken.

[rumbling]

Hold the phone.

What's that weird noise?

Uh-oh.

[Raphael munching]
Mm, great pizza!

[Donatello]
Mm, fabulous fixings!

Too bad Michelangelo's
missing out.

Yeah. I don't get it.

It's not like him
to turn down a pizza.

I'm worried
about Michelangelo.

Something must be wrong.

I can't raise him
on the TurtleCom.

That does it.

I'm going back to the lair
to check things out.

Oh, yeah.
Nice timing, Leonardo.

Just when Vinny was about
to bring the check!

Totally bogus.

The farther I walk
from the ocean,

the louder
the sound of it gets.

Holy guacamole!

A humungous tidal wave!

Hello, Michelangelo!

Remember me?

Yaah!

You can run,
but you can't hide.

Ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha!

[Milton]
That chocolate cake
made me break out in hives.

These spots look awful.

[April]
Um, no they don't, Milton.

They make you look,
um...uh, daring!

[chuckles]
Oh.

Well, no matter.

Let us carry on.

I have a brand-new
career to launch.

Right. And you can start
by climbing up there

and bringing me
those video cassettes.

Certainly, Ms. O'Neil.

Dad will be
so proud of me.

My first day on the job,

and I've already worked
my way to the top.

Egads! Milton!

Come down from there!

You'll hurt yourself!

Whoa!

Ooh!

Now see what you've done?

What I did?

Yes. I can hardly wait to tell
Milton's father on you.

Oh, brother.

Good idea, Irma.

Maybe I'll tell
his brother, too.

I wonder if this helmet's
dried out enough

to split this scene.

[sizzling]

Nope. Looks like I'll have
to fall back to plan B.

I'll just imagine
I'm doing something fun.

Yeah! Like playing sports.

[crowd cheering]

All right!
It worked!

[cheering, whistling]

And here comes
Michelangelo le Turtle
across the blue line,

looking for his 300th
hat trick of the season!

Rahh!

Holy guacamole!

Whoa!

Ooh!

Help! Stop!
Let me outta here!

If you're certain
that's what you want,

then you shall have it!

Aah!
[roaring]

Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Lucky thing us turtles
are primo swimmers!

We meet again.
Aah!

[gasps]

I don't get it.

I'm not thinking about
any of these bizarro places.

But I am!

Hey, dude, I'm getting
just a teensy bit

tired of this.

Just who are you?

They call me Creepy Eddie,
and I'm your worst nightmare!

I've been
waiting for someone

from your universe
to pass through.

All I need is one more
for a two-for-one exchange.

Uh, exchange?

Exactly!

You two will stay here
in Nightmare Land,

while I invade reality!

Whoa!

You'll love it here
once you get used to it.

Why not give it a whirl?

Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

[TurtleCom beeping]
The TurtleCom.

April here.
What's up?

[Leonardo]
April, I'm worried.

Have you heard
from Michelangelo?

No, I haven't, Leonardo.

Is there anything wrong?

I sure hope not.

Whoa, that goes
double for me.

Here are those video tapes
Ms. O'Neil asked for.

Thank you, Milton.

Now, young man,

you sit right here
and rest.

You're in no condition
to be doing that.
Ooh!

Vernon, I think
it's absolutely disgusting

the way you keep kissing up
to the boss' son.

Butt out, Irma!

Here, let me carry
those for you.

No, really!

It's quite all--

riiiight!

Milton!

Stop!

[Irma]
You're headed for--

Daddy!

A long flight of stairs.

[groaning]

Michelangelo?

[sigh]
There's no sign
of him anywhere.

[whirring]
That noise.

Sounds like
a vacuum cleaner.

And it's coming
from Donatello's lab.

What? Whoa!

Those stupidly
innocent turtles!

They freed me from
my fantasy dimension

and allowed me to enter
the real world,

where I plan
to stay forever!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

[Michelangelo]
Whoa! Quit spinning already!

Uh, first it's summer,
then it's winter.

Whoa!

Whoa! Cowabunga!

Hot bubbling lava!

What is this place?

And how did I get here?

Yaah!

It's Michelangelo.

Thanks mucho, compadre.

Never mind that.

The question is

why did you put on
that Dream-O-Vision helmet

when Donatello
warned you not to?

Look, you can
chew me out later, dude.

Right now, we got
one major problemo.

What's that?

If you're here,

that means that Creepy Eddie
must be in the lair.

[Splinter]
I have a bad feeling
about my students.

I fear they may have
fallen under the spell

of some great evil.

You must be talking
about me.

Who are you?

And what have you done
to the Turtles?

I should think a giant rat

would have bigger things
to worry about.

Like, for instance,
a giant cat!

Ah ha ha ha!
[roaring]

[roaring]

Tell me, my friend.

Do you suppose
this is what's meant

by "trapped like a rat"?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

[roaring]

What was that?

Sounds like someone
forgot to put out the cat.

[roaring]

Master Splinter,
what's going on?

I would say
it is quite obvious.

Maybe he'd like
some pizza!

[Donatello]
Bull's-eye!

Well, actually,
tiger's-eye.

[Creepy Eddie laughs]
Oh, goody! More turtles!

Come and join the party.

Look, it's that
weird thing we saw

floating above
the pirate ship.

"Weird thing?" How rude!

I don't have to stay here
and be insulted.

Master Splinter,
are you all right?

Yes, thanks to your
pizza marksmanship.

But where are Michelangelo
and Leonardo?

Uh, we were sorta hoping
you had the answer to that.

[creature burbling]

So this is your
nightmare world.

How do you think up all these
gruesome creatures?

I guess it comes
from all those

sci-fi horror movies
I watch.

[roaring, squelching]

From now on,
you'd better stick

to renting
kiddie cartoons.

Gnarly notion, dude!

I'll remember that
if we ever get back home.

Listen, I think I've
tuned in to something.

Oops!
Wrong channel!

Aah!

[Burne]
April, do you realize
what you've done?

You single-handedly
disgraced Channel 6!

I'm sorry, Chief.

I asked you to look
after the boss' son,

and what happens?

This is what happens.

Who did this to Milton?

Come on, now.
Speak up.

I cannot tell a lie,
Mr. Frobish, sir.

It's all
April O'Neil's fault.

Milton was
her responsibility.

Is this true,
young lady?

Uh, well, um,
you see, sir--

Please don't blame April,
Mr. Frobish.

It's as much my fault
as hers.

Oh, it is, huh?

Well, in that case,
both of you are--

Fired?

No!

On your way to Hawaii

for a two-week
vacation on me!

What?
What?

All that time little Milty
spent in the emergency room

made him realize he's not
cut out for the news game.

Hee hee!

He's decided to go
to medical school.

My son the doctor!

Ouch!

Isn't it unbelievable?

Two whole weeks
in Hawaii.

I'd enjoy it a lot more

if I knew
that Michelangelo
was all right.

Hi. This is Leonardo.

I can't answer
the TurtleCom right now.

I'm off on a nightmare
adventure

from which
I may never return.

Oh, no!

First Michelangelo disappears,
and now Leonardo!

I've got to get
to the lair right away.

[Donatello]
Michelangelo
must've vanished

when he put on
the Dream-O-Vision helmet.

And I'll bet Leonardo
went to track him down.

I fear they are in some
sort of nightmare world.

And only that
Creepy Eddie character

can tell us where.

See that? You do need me!

I demand to know
where Michelangelo
and Leonardo are.

Up to their turtlenecks
in my nightmare world.

And as long as I'm here,
that's where they'll stay!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Got to unplug
the Dream-O-Vision
generator.

It's our only hope

of bringing the guys
back to reality.

Hoo hoo, what fun!

I just love dashing
people's only hope.

Quick!
To the generator!

[snaps]

My feet,
I can't move them!

Man, this is straight
out of a nightmare.

Now you're getting
the picture!

Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Whoa, dude,
look out for the ropes!

Ropes? What ropes?

Never mind.

Tell me, which sci-fi movie
inspired this nightmare?

It wasn't a movie, dude.

It was the time
I scarfed that pizza

with peanut butter
and lobster sauce

just before
I went to bed.

[Donatello] grunting]

I've just got to
turn off that generator.

Uh!

Visiting hours are over.

Do something,
Master Splinter!

Help us!

I don't think
your rodent friend

will be of much help.

You see, he's rather
busy at the moment.

[screeching]

Major bummer, compadre.

There's no way out
of this fix.

Never say never,
Michelangelo.

Wha--
Awesome swordplay, dude.

Thanks. Now let's
get out of here!

It's a bottomless chasm!

Yeah. Ain't that the pits?

Uh-oh!

The Dream-O-Vision helmet!

Oh, no!

Without that thing,
we'll be stuck

in this nightmare land
forever!

Forever might not be
as long as you think.

[groaning]

What hit me?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Creepy Eddie,
you're a creep!

Aw, maybe so,
but I'm here in reality,

and your green friends
are there in Nightmare Land,

taking my place.

If the generator is destroyed
while putting out full power--

[ticking]
the exchange
will be permanent!

And that will be precisely
three minutes from now!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Well, one good thing--

at least nothing worse
could happen to us.

[rumbling]
[Both]
Whoa!

It's a lucky thing
Donatello isn't here.

Why is it lucky?

Because I'm sure
the dude would've said,

"I told you sooooo!"

Yoo-hoo. Guys?

Where are you?

And why is it
so dark in here?

[electricity sizzles]
Oh, great.

Now the fuse blew.

Whoa!

Yowww!

[Raphael]
Leonardo, Michelangelo!

You're back!
[groans]

Oh, no!

This can't be!

I'm fading back
to Nightmare Land!

And here's a little
going-away gift.

Oh, no!

I rushed right over.

What on earth
is going on here?

Well, let's just say
we had a...bad dream.

But thanks to your
short-circuiting
the fuse box,

we're wide awake now.

If you guys think
you had a bad day,

you should meet Milton.

Mm! Popcorn pizza.

Now this is what I call
a special treat.

And a special video
to go with it.

Another sci-fi
creature feature?

Oh, no way, dude.

This one's a documentary.

The Undersea World
of Pierre Gousteau.

A wise decision,
Michelangelo.

It sounds
most informative.
Aah!

Waaah!

You think we ought
to watch it now

or wait till
Michelangelo gets back?

Aah!

Somehow I think
we've got a long wait.