10x06 - Mobster from Dimension X

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[ Bell Tolling ]

Ladies and gentlemen,

after 10 years
of research,

I am pleased to announce
a breakthrough i-in
computer bioelectronics--

the protein computer.

[ Crowd Gasping, Chattering ]

Oh, boy. You don't really expect
us to listen to this whole
lecture, do you, Donatello?

Will you shush?
I'll miss what he's saying.

Wow. Cranio-electronic
reflex capacitors.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, this is fascinating.

[ Mocking Chuckle ]
This is boring.

Yeah, dude.
I'd rather watch paint dry.

A-And best of all,
it can be linked
to the human mind.

By simply
thinking a thought,

I can control
anything connected to
the protein computer.

[ Stammers ]
Such as lights,
the air-conditioning,

uh, electric doors.

Nobody move!

[ Crowd Gasping ]

- [ Groans ]
- Uh-oh. We've got trouble.

What's the matter?
Pop quiz?

No. Someone's trying to steal
the protein computer.
Come on.

[ Shouting ]

You just flunked, buster.

Toro, toro!

No bull!

How about a soda, jerk?

The protein computer!
[ Grunts ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Michelangelo ]
Time to cut class, dudes.

[ Raphael ]
Uh, call me
computer illiterate,

but why would a bunch
of mobsters want to steal
a protein computer?

I don't know.
But 10-to-1
they'll try again.

[ Alarm Ringing ]
It's the early warning system.

The scanner is picking up
traces of transporter energy.
Whoa.

That could only mean
one thing.

Captain Kirk
just beamed down?
No.

Dregg is back.
But we trashed
his Dreggnaught...

and transported him
to Dimension X.

Yeah, well, we'll know
for sure once I've pinpointed
the beam-down location.

- [ Beeping ]
- Bingo! Let's go.

[ Man ] I-I--
I-I had my hands on it,
boss. Honest.

If it wasn't
for those reptiles--

Silence!

I want the protein computer,
not excuses.

No one fails
the Globfather twice.

But-But-But I-I-- I-I-- No!

[ Gasping ]
Did you see that?

Anyone else who fails me
will suffer the same fate.

I was sent
to this planet to get
the protein computer...

by someone
who's willing to pay
dearly for it.

Help me get it,
and I'll see that you get
enough alien firepower...

to take over
the entire city.

Uh, y-you're the boss,
Globfather.
Yes, I am.

Now you're gonna pay
another visit to the professor.

And this time I'm going
with ya to make sure
there are no foul-ups.

- [ Beeping ]
- The beam-down point
is inside that building.

All right, guys.
Stay alert.

Hi-ya!
[ All Shouting ]

There's no one here,
dudes.

Well, yeah.
But you got to admit...

that was one of the best
entrances we've ever made.

You sure this is
the right place, Donatello?

Oh, this is it all right.
Whoever beamed down
landed right here.

Hey. What's this?

Ew. Looks like
some kind of
protoplasmic substance.

[ Groans ]
Looks like somebody's
in bad need of a hankie.

Hi-ya!
[ All Shouting ]

[ Michelangelo ]
Ew. Gross.

[ Groans ]
I think the busboy
forgot to clear this table.

The Globfather.

[ Shrieks ]
It's alive!

Did he say "Globfather"?

Yeah.
What does he mean?

Well, maybe he misses
his daddy.

Is this Globfather guy
a space alien?

Yes!

Huxley's lab.

Computer.
[ Groaning ]

I knew they'd go after
the protein computer again.
Let's go.

Uh, Ronnie?

- Uh, sorry, Dad.
- What are you doing here?

I thought you were
with your mother.

She's working late
at the med center.
She said I could stay with you.

Oh, no. It's much
too dangerous here.
I'll take you home.

[ Stammers ]
Where did I put my coat?

This is, uh,
General Patterson.

Uh, we're here to check out
lab security.

Can't let you enter
without a pass.

Here's our pass.

Wh-Wh-What was that?

They're, uh,
attacking the lab.

Uh, we gotta get
you and your equipment
out of here, Professor.

[ Stammers ]
Yes. Of course.

Dad, look!

Wh-Wh-What's going on?

We're taking
your protein computer.

Turtle power!

No! You'll hit
the protein computer brain!

There's only one thing worse
than impersonating an officer.

[ Groans ]

And that's impersonating
a turtle.

You'll regret getting
in my way, reptile!

[ Groans ]
Get off of me,
you slime bucket!

Once I cover you
with protoplasm,
you'll turn into an amoeba,

just like me.
[ Cackles ]

I, uh, think I need
some help, guys.

Touch him,
and you'll all become
amoebic blobs as well.

Dudes, look!

[ Huxley ]
H-Help!

[ Michelangelo ]
They're nabbing the professor
and his computer!

But we can't just
leave Raphael like this.

It's time for me
to slip away.

Dad.

If someone doesn't
do something soon,

you're gonna have
enough turtle jelly
to last the rest of your lives.

Don't move, Raphael.

Whoa. Smooth.

They got the professor!
And the protein computer.

Hey, dudes.
Maybe the security camera
can give us a clue.

[ Leonardo ] Professor Huxley
put the protein computer brain
into his son's car.

Yeah.
And the kid's got it.

We've gotta find him
before the Globfather does.

- [ Communicator Chirps ]
- [ Donatello ]
April, you there?

- What's up, Donatello?
- An alien and some hoods just
kidnapped Professor Huxley.

His son Ronnie has
the protein computer's brain.

Get it to the police,
and have them put out an
all-points bulletin on the kid.

You've got it.

Sergeant Murray,
this is April O'Neil.

Well, uh, th-there's
something wrong, boss.

The protein computer
isn't working.

Where is it?

I-I-I don't know
what you're talkin' about.

If you don't want to
become an amoeba
like that meddling turtle,

I suggest you tell me
what you did with
the protein computer brain.

P-Please, take it off of me.
Why should I?

It gets lonely being the only
intelligent blob of protoplasm
on this puny planet.

All right. All right.
It's-- It's--
It's in my son's backpack,

hidden inside his
radio-controlled car.

Ah. That's better.

Well, how are we gonna
find the kid, Globfather?

We don't know
what he looks like.
Hey, boss. Look at this.

Professor Alvin Huxley's
breakthrough
protein computer...

was stolen from his lab
this evening.

Anyone who's seen
the professor's son
Ronnie Huxley...

should contact
authorities immediately.

[ Scoffs ]
If these Earth beings
were any denser,

they'd deliver
the boy to me.

Please.
Take this stuff off me now.

I think we'll leave it on
to make sure you don't
double-cross me.

But-But-But you promised.

[ Raphael ]
Oh, that kid could be
anywhere by now.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

It's gonna be like
finding a noodle in a haystack.

You mean needle,
don't you?

Well, I was trying to be
just a little more
positive, dude.

There he is!

[ Tires Screech ]

[ Tires Screech ]

What do you want?
Just give us
your backpack, kid,

and, uh,
we'll leave you alone.

[ Michelangelo ]
I've got a better deal, dude.

The kid keeps the backpack,
and we leave you alone.

- It's the Globfather.
- Don't let him
get out of his car.

This time
I'll turn those Turtles
into mindless slime.

Open the windows.

He's opening the windows.

Oh, we can't get out, boss.

Maybe you can't.

Look!

Either someone spilled
a Jell-O mold,

or we're in big trouble!

Give me the backpack!

I'll keep the "Jelly"
Green Giant busy.

You get out of here!

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

Didn't anyone ever tell you
you could be fined heavily
for making graffiti?

Help!

Let me go!

[ Leonardo ]
He's got Ronnie.

Help! Help!

It's your choice, Turtles.

The boy or the backpack.

[ Sighs ]
Easy, kid.

- You're okay.
- They're getting away, dudes.

We gotta get that
protein computer brain back.

What about my father?
Don't worry, Ronnie.
We'll help you find him.

The computer's
workin', boss.

Good. Our alien benefactor
will be pleased.

This is the Globfather
calling from Earth.

Phase one complete.

Well done.

You shall be rewarded
handsomely.

Thank you, Dregg.
Shall I commence phase two?

Yes. Once you've hooked
the protein brain...

into the National
Phone Switching Network,

I'll be able to control
all Earthly computers
with my brain--

including their military
defense system.

I'll conquer the Earth
without lifting a finger.

But-- But it will be days
before the Dreggnaught
is completed.

[ Breathing Rapidly ]
How will we get to Earth?

Put all available Microbots
to work on the vortex
transporter.

We'll beam to Earth
as soon as it's finished.

Yes, my lord.

What? The alarm
system's been cut.

Hook this up
to the telephone
switching computers,

and I might be nice
and de-slime you.

The professor's
telepathic helmet
will link me to the network.

Ah! Incredible.

I can feel my mind
connecting to millions of
computers around the world!

[ Chimes ]

Oh, great.
My system just crashed.

Good thing I have
a cellular modem
in my notebook computer.

Hmm. Maybe I can find out
what went wrong.

- [ Beeping ]
- I don't believe it.
Someone just tapped into...

all the world's phone lines!

Warning, Earth beings.

This system is under
alien control.

Any tampering will result
in instant reprisal.

I've gotta tell the authorities
what's happening.

[ Globfather ]
Warning, Earth beings.
This system--

This is crazy.
I hope the Turtles
can handle this.

Guys, it's April.
Some maniac
with a green face...

is controlling every phone line
and computer connection
in the world.

Sounds like
Mr. Slimeball.

And the only place
he could connect
to all the phone lines...

is the National
Phone Switching Network.

Well, I should be able
to link up to him
with the van's cell phone.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Hey. I know
what I'm doing, okay?
It's ringing.

So, those Turtles
think they can tap into
this network, do they?

Well, they'll soon regret it.

Huh?
You dialed
the wrong number, fool.

[ Whirring ]
He's got control
of our weapons.

Get down!

[ Screaming ]

[ Grunting ]
He's got control
of the steering.

I can't turn the wheel.

[ Grunting ]
Ever wonder
what a bug feels like...

when it slams into
the radiator of a truck?

- Uh-uh. Why?
- 'Cause we're
about to find out!

[ Horn Honking ]
k*ll the computer system--
quick!

Okay, Donatello.

[ Horn Honks ]

Whoa. That was close!

How can we stop the Globfather
if he can control
any computer in the world?

There's no reason
why more than one person
can't control the--

Wait a minute.
I think I just
figured it out.

We've gotta get back
to the lair.

[ Typing ]

Dregg!
Everything is ready.

Very well.

It's time to take control
of this puny planet
once and for all.

What's this?
The military is trying
to regain control of the system?

I'm into the National Phone
Switching Network, sir.

Good. See if you can
block the invaders out.

Think again, fools.

We've lost control
of our particle beam
satellites.

This is Lord Dregg.

You shall be punished
for trying to resist.

The nations of Earth
have 15 minutes to surrender,

or next time I fire
your satellite cannons,

your cities
will be destroyed.

Okay. That ought to do it.

Uh, what's it supposed
to do anyway?

Well, it should allow me
to tap into the main
phone computer,

giving me mental access
so I can stop
the Globfather.

Uh, maybe you should
try it out first.

Uh, yeah, right.

If I can turn
the lights off with it,
we'll know it works.

Close, but no cigar.
I can't seem
to control it.

Here, let me try, dude.

Uh, sorry.

Boy, I don't get it.
Theoretically
it should work.

It will, but you've gotta reduce
your optic stimuli in order
to concentrate your thoughts.

Here, I'll show you.
Wait a second.

I just figured out
how to do it.

All right. Way to go, dude.

What am I hanging around
here for? These guys
don't want my help.

Come on. We've gotta
stop the Globfather.

Hey. Where's the kid.
We'll find him later.
We gotta go.

We have discussed
your terms with the leaders
of all nations...

and have agreed to turn over
command of the planet to you,
Lord Dregg.

At last the Earth is mine!

Not today, Dregg!

Block for me.
I'm gonna rush the computer.

Go, Green Machine!

Whoa. There's too many
of them to tackle.

But I've gotta plug
my helmet into the master
computer to get control.

I'm in control, fools.

And to prove it,
I'm going to fire
the particle beam satellites...

and annihilate a dozen cities.

I've only got 60 seconds to
stop Dregg before the particle
cannons are ready to fire.

Go out for a pass, dude!

Get him!

Whoa!

I'm in.

But you won't stop
the satellite cannons
while I've got control.

[ Beeping ]

Will somebody
stop that thing?
I can't concentrate.

Got to shut down
the satellites.

Your mind isn't
strong enough, reptile.

My concentration
is stronger.

You can't stop me now.

That's what he thinks.

Huh?

Donatello, now!

It'll take more than that
to stop me, reptiles.

How about this?

[ Screams ]

Dad!

Ronnie, get back!

[ Whirs ]

Not so fast, slimeball.

No!

Mung, beam us back
to Dimension X.

I'll be back, reptiles.

And next time,
I will not be denied!

Oh, Dad!
Oh, thank you
for saving us.

Thank your son,
Professor Huxley.

Yeah, we couldn't have
done it without him.

Hey, dudes.
If I had a cool car like this,
I could have tripped up Dregg.

[ Screams, Shouts ]

No doubt about it,
Michelangelo.

You definitely
could have
tripped him up.

[ All Laughing ]