07x09 - Shredder's New Sword

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♪ They're the world's
Most fearsome fighting team ♪

LEONARDO:
We're really hip.

♪ They're heroes
In the half-shell ♪

♪ And they're green ♪

RAPHAEL:
Hey, get a grip.

♪ When the evil Shredder
Attacks ♪

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Don't cut him no slack ♪

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♪ Splinter taught them to be
Ninja teens ♪

LEONARDO:
He's a radical rat.

♪ Leonardo leads
Donatello does machines ♪

DONATELLO:
That's a fact, Jack.

♪ Raphael is cool but crude ♪
RAPHAEL: Give me a break.

♪ Michelangelo is a party
Dude ♪
MICHELANGELO: Party!

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♪ Heroes in a half-shell ♪

♪ Turtle power! ♪

[♪♪♪]

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

Hey, the festival's
happening, dude.

Yes. The Festival of the Bulls
here in Lisbon

is very colorful.

Oh, we've been hanging out
in this olive warehouse all day.

It's time to join the party.

Soon enough, my students.

Donatello has almost completed
his new pizza-making machine.

This old olive press
stamps out a super pizza, guys.

Look.

Sure, dude.

But who wants
a green olive pizza?

With black olive
topping?

Hey, you can always have
a black olive pizza

with green olive topping.

Hanging out
in this olive warehouse

is the pits.

Look, if it's all
the same to you dudes,

I'm gonna scope out
this totally tubuloso surf

they have here in Lisbon.

We will be going
to the festival soon.

Right, Michelangelo.

You don't wanna miss
the running of the bulls.

This is your opportunity
to take part

in a unique
cultural event.

What does he think
surfing is?

KRANG:
With this new plan,

I will have the Earthlings
eating out of my hand.

Of course, Krang.

If you had a hand.

Just because I'm all brain

doesn't mean I don't
have feelings, Shredder.

Watch.

By focusing the sun's rays

through a series of lenses

and projecting them through
a giant magnifying glass,

I can create a single
devastating heat ray.

Uh, getting a little warm
for you, Rocksteady?

Entire cities will burn
like matchsticks.

It's giving me a warm feeling
just thinking about it.

A lens able to produce
that much heat would melt.

Your brains must be
getting soft, Krang.

Wrong. That just demonstrates
your ignorance, Shredder.

My long-range scanners

have located the only source
on Earth

of a special ultrasilicon sand.

With it, you can grind a lens
which can withstand any heat.

Where is this sand?

[BEEPING]

The bullring
in Lisbon, Portugal.

Oh, turn off that map.

I know where Portugal is.

It's not for you.

This is the educational
portion of our show.

This key will unlock the door

to the Lisbon Cathedral
bell tower.

You must set up
your magnifying lens there

and the focusing lenses
in the square facing it.

The lenses must be in place
by tomorrow at sunrise

for maximum effect.

I'll need Rock Soldiers
to assist me.

Take as many as you need

and do not fail me this time,
Shredder.

Oh, a dude
could get lost down here.

I wonder which way
the Atlantic Ocean is?

I'd better find somebody
and ask for directions.

Bummer. The place
is deserted.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Hey, dudes,
which way to the beach?

[STAMPEDE RUMBLING]

Holy cowabunga!

A stampede!

Splinter said they ran
the bulls through the streets,

but he didn't tell me
they chased turtles.

Ouch!

[GRUNTING]

Keep your horns
to yourself, dude.

[BULL MOOS]

[SCREAMING]

Tubular ride.

Far out.
I made it to the beach.

And I've got my surfboard.

[♪♪♪]

Cowabunga!

This is April O'Neil,
European correspondent,

reporting to you from the beach
outside Lisbon, Portugal.

Here at Esteral,
a magnificent resort hotel

is being built by the
McDonald/Krump organization.

Now, let's take a tour
of the hotel.

Cut! Good, Vernon.

Now, hurry and pack
the gear.

I wanna finish this story

before they finish
building the hotel.

Uh, if you're in
such a hurry, April,

why don't you
carry this heavy gear?

Oh, Vernon,
don't be such a wimp.

BEBOP:
Okay, here's a truck.

Now what?

It's full of sand.

Empty it, you nitwit!

Um, how do you
do that?

Ooh!

Try this.

It's marked
"dump lever."

Yeah, but we don't read
"Porty-gese."

We don't read, period.

Come on, Vernon.

Oh, now I've got
sand in my shoes.

Why do they have to build
beach resorts at the beach?

Whoa!

Look out!

[GASPS]
Vernon!

[GASPS]

W-what happened?

Bebop.
Rocksteady.

Bebop? Rocksteady?

Oh, no!

I never had a sandbox
when I was a kid.

Ooh, ooh,
I had one.

But my parents
put quicksand in it.

[GRUNTS]
Well, well.

Miss O'Neil.

It's that cute Irma dame
too.

Being called "cute"
by Rocksteady.

Now, should I take that
as a compliment?

Let go of me,
you tin ape!

Cowabunga!

APRIL:
Help!

Whoa, that sounded
like April.

Michelangelo to Turtles.

I'm at the beach,
and April's in trouble.

LEONARDO:
We'll be there in a minute,
Michelangelo.

We don't have a minute,
dudes.

It's Shred-Head.
I'm going in.

Turtle power!

SHREDDER:
We'll deal with them later.

We must proceed
with the plan.

Whoa!

[ALL GRUNT]

Michelangelo.

Perfect timing.

You dudettes wait here.

I got some business
to take care of.

Hey! At least untie us!

Of all the places they could put
this stupid sand.

And the Turtles are here.

Stop that turtle!

Hey, you don't have to read
to work this thing.

[ENGINE REVS]

MICHELANGELO:
All right, dudes.

It's time to rock and roll.

They thought
they could get me, hoo-hoo!

What a pipe dream.

[LOUD RUMBLING]
Whoa!

BEBOP:
I think I'll squish me
some turtle.

Say bye-bye,
turtle.

You're about to become
a turtle pancake.

[CHORTLES]

[♪♪♪]

Ready, boss?

Huh?

Help!

LEONARDO:
Come on, Michelangelo.

Yeah, you're in the way
of progress.

Look out!

Uh, you look out.

I'm out of here.

Oh!

Blast those turtles!

Oh, thanks, dudes.

I owe you one.

Nah. We get paid
to do this.

I guess we've thrown a monkey
wrench into Shredder's plans.

We ain't finished yet,
shellbacks.

But you are.

Mind if I play through?

Fore!

Hey!
I can't see!

SHREDDER:
Anybody need a lift?

I'm driving.

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[ALL GRUNT]

We must get the lenses
set up.

Take that truck and meet me
at the rendezvous.

The round-eh-- Uh, what?

Never mind.

Just follow us.

Oh, are we ever glad
to see you guys.

Yeah, even if you aren't exactly
tall, dark and handsome.

We've got
to follow Shredder.

Well, that shouldn't
be too hard.

Did you ever try
to hide a power shovel?

[♪♪♪]

So long, guys.

We've gotta find out
what Shredder's up to, Irma.

This could be
a big story.

But Mr. Thompson
will wanna know why

we aren't covering
the festival.

VERNON:
Oh!

That's the trouble
with these old countries.

They're always leaving
old things around

for tourists to trip on.

Wait, Vernon.
Shredder was standing here

when that pile driver fell.

He might have
dropped this.

All we've gotta do
is find the door this key fits

and we'll find Shredder.

Uh-- Find Shredder?

Ha! I-- I--
I just remembered

I promised Mr. Thompson
I'd get a few shots

of Lisbon landmarks
right now.

He runs as fast as my last date.

Forget about Vernon.

We'll handle this story
ourselves.

[ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING]

We've got to get
to the bullring

and get that sand.

The lens must be in place
by sunrise, tomorrow.

Well, let's go.

I don't want those turtles
interfering in our plans.

If there were some way
to hide these vehicles...

Of course! The parade.

No sign of Shredder anywhere.

I don't understand it.

He'd have to fight his way
through this parade.

He didn't fight it.

He joined it. Look.

LEONARDO:
It's Shredder.

Bummer, dudes.
The crowd's too thick.

We can't get through.

Shredder's getting away.

Let's fly
Turtle Airways.

They're heading into
the bullring.

Hm. The bullfight arena.

I'll bet I can get
some interesting footage here.

That's enough.

Wait'll Mr. Thompson gets a look
at these shots.

Shredder!

[YELLS]

It's that wimp reporter.

Stop him!

Hey, we caught us
a chicken in the bullring.

[WHIMPERING]

A chicken?

[SNORTS]

Let's see if he's got
a wishbone.

[WHIMPERING]

Hold it, dudes.

Put Vernon down.

The turtles!

We put him down,

and now you're going down.

LEONARDO:
I think we'll be polite

and let you go down first.

They've trampled my plans
for the last time.

Now it's my turn.

[SNORTING]

[MOOING]

Vernon, are you all right?

Oh, thank you,
thank you.

You saved me.

[HOOFBEATS RUMBLING]

On the other hand,

maybe not.

[BULL SNORTING]

I hate to be rude,

but goodbye.

Shall we join him?

ALL:
Yes!

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

Forget the turtles.

I have bigger fish
to fry.

But, boss,
turtles aren't fish.

[SNORTS]

They're reptiles.

Shut up and drive.

[SNORTING]

Shredder's getting away.

And we're kind of penned in,
here.

I've had enough
of this bull.

Here, bull-y, bull-y.

Come on.

[MOOS, SNORTS]

Whoa!

Open the gate, guys!

I'll get it.

Hey, look,
I'm steering a steer.

Yeow!

[BULL LOWING]

Oh, only a 6.5?

You flinched when you landed.

I wonder why Shredder
wanted this sand.

I'll bet it's not
for building sandcastles.

I'm gonna take some back
to the Turtle Van

and analyze it.

Oh, look, those workmen
are putting up fireworks.

Come on, Irma.

We don't have time
to watch fireworks.

Who wants to watch fireworks?

I wanna watch the workmen.

We've gotta find the door
this key fits.

It's the only way
to find Shredder.

IRMA:
Get real, April.

What would Shredder be doing
in a cathedral?

I don't know,
but it's the only

antique-looking door
in Lisbon we haven't tried.

This is the place.

Well, what if
they're not here?

What if they are?

It's just
a bell tower.

SHREDDER [OVER BULLHORN]:
Not there, you fools.

It's Shredder!

Okay, we found them.

Can we go now?

He's down below us.
Come on.

Hurry. We've got
to be ready before sunrise.

I've gotta get this
on tape.

Whoa!

April!

[GROANING]

Why, Miss O'Neil,

how nice of you to slide in.

Let her go, Shredder,
or answer to me.

[LAUGHS]
Well, well,

another one.

Seize her!

Come on, you might
hurt yourself.

[GRUNTING]
Yeah.

And that's our job.

Would you like to see
how this works, Miss O'Neil?

I'll give you
the first demonstration.

[LAUGHS]

When the sun rises
to the right angle,

it will reflect
from my apparatus

right into the lens.

And you will be incinerated.
Ha-ha-ha-ha!

We've got less
than an hour

before the sun comes up

and we turn into
crispy reporters.

Oh, I always wanted
to be the toast of the town,

but this is ridiculous.

DONATELLO:
I've got it.

This dirt from the bullring
is ultrasilicon sand.

It's used to grind
the finest lenses.

Well, maybe old Shred-Head
needs glasses.

Ha! I don't think so.

He's got something
much bigger planned.

But what?
And where?

[♪♪♪]

I hate to see
that morning sun come up.

♪ I hate to see ♪

♪ That morning sun come up ♪

Irma, I've got an idea.

Yeah, anything to keep me
from singing, huh?

We have to wait
till the first rays of the sun

hit the lens,

then rock for all we're worth.

I know a few rock songs.

No, we'll be sending a signal.

Okay, Irma.

Now rock.

Come on, Irma,
harder.

I've got a bad feeling
about this, fellas.

We're no closer
to figuring out

what Shredder's up to
than we were before.

You must be patient,
my turtles,

if you seek enlightenment.

Whoa, I could use a little less
enlightenment.

Or a good pair of sunglasses.

That's a signal.
It's Morse code.

It's from April.

What's she saying, dude?

She's trapped
in the bell tower

and Shredder's going to
torch the city with a heat ray

in less than half an hour.

You got all that
from those few flashes?

It's Morse code shorthand.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Whoever you signaled,
I hope they're coming.

The sun's gonna hit any minute.

Don't ask.

No, we can use the sun.

Help me turn
this lens again, Irma.

Tilt it down.

It's hot.

Not as hot as it's going to be
if we don't get free.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[RUMBLING]
MICHELANGELO: What's happening?

I don't know, but I don't think
we're going to like it.

It's working.
[SIZZLING]

This lens is acting
like a magnifying glass

on these ropes.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

You're too late, turtles.

Time to fry.

[CACKLING]

Pull on the ropes now!

[BOTH GRUNT]

Head's up!

[expl*si*n]

APRIL:
We made it.

Now let's get out of here.

Whoa, totally awesome
pyrotechnics.

So you like
those fireworks?

You're gonna be seeing stars.

Oh, that was my best club.

Yeow!

Those turtles cannot
stop the heat ray now.

Everything in this city
will be burnt to a crisp.

[CACKLING]

Au revoir, turtles.

Shredder's getting away.

Never mind him.
We've gotta stop this heat ray.

I've got an idea.

Throw your Turtlecoms
at the lenses.

[♪♪♪]

Those bells ought to do it.

[ALL TOLLING]

I only hope the bullhorn
amplifies the sound.

[EXPLOSIONS]

It worked!

Cool, dude.

Right. Really cool.

Again.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Congratulations,
my turtles.

You have saved Lisbon.

Now, go out
and enjoy the festival.

Uh, thank you,
sensei,

but we're beat.

Yeah. If it's all
the same to you,

we'll just enjoy
the festival from here.

[CHUCKLING]

[♪♪♪]