Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Chrome Alone 2 - Lost in New Jersey (2025)

[bunniefuu]

Foreign.

Guys, I am revolutionizing

martial arts with these

new moves. Okay? Check this,

check this. Six uppercuts, then it's hook

hold, then a reverse, then bam. Turtle

suplex. How many people do you think

will be fighting? It's just what your

brain does. Yeah, man, it's the holidays.

Hey, does anyone know what they're

getting? Splinter. I made him this mug. Oh,

my God. Yeah, yeah. Maybe

don't give him that. Hey, here,

I'll just ask Chat. Gbt

what does a rat's dad

want, huh? Laser hair

removal. Yeah, good one,

Chat. GPT. I don't blame AI. It's

only as good as his prompts. Wait,

guys, guys. What? What? What? What is that?

Chrome Job is attacking the

city. On tubular. I love destruction.

Watch out, baddies. Here

comes the radical reptile. Is that

supposed to be us? Danny and

Mark, does my hat look like a rave to

me? Guys. Why do I have so many fingers?

Speak for yourself. I look awesome.

Uppercut, uppercut. Towards the What?

They stole my move. Toy does not live.

We're all about bashing fatty

and eating cheeseburgers.

Authentic Imitations Toy Company

Newark, New Jersey. This can't be a

coincidence, right?

If someone is making

money off this, should

be us. I can't believe

I'm about to say this,

but we're going to Jersey.

Is it weird this place doesn't

have any doors? Maybe it's

fully automated, Stealing our

identity and our jobs. Now I'm cranky.

Very high tech. Someone's

really into stainless steel.

These really are hideous.

Oh, Hagnog. Why, hello,

you squishy little things.

Thank you for admiring

my gorgeous body. I am

Chrome dome, a benevolent A.I.

welcome to my humble factory. Hey, Mr.

Chrome Dome. There seems to be some

misunderstanding here. Your company

is stealing our likeness to make

toys. You think I'm stealing your

likeness? All of my creations

are completely original. Legally.

Please allow me to explain with a

detailed presentation on my face.

Oh, no, we're good on that.

My name was Clarker cantor.

In the 1980s, I was bitten by a

radioactive calculator causing my body to

move. Mutate into a super robot.

After I was blamed for the death of my

dear Uncle Glenn, I went

on the run in a cave with a

box of scraps. I donned a chrome

helmet to hide my identity and keep my

telepathic bald brother from

reading my thoughts. I traveled to

Schmakanda, where I battled an

elderly magician to take my birthright

as king and steal Unobtainium

for my gorgeous body. After a

brief trek across the galaxy

with my adorable established IP

sidekick. But baby version, a

handsome blue vill with a power

glove and questionably altruistic

motivation. Snapped his fingers sending me

to New Jersey, where I

discovered my true passion.

High end consumer products with a built in

obsolescence. From inside

a legendary mountain of

legend, I crafted the

perfect toy by combining

four seemingly random

words. Tubular Tortoises.

Karate Warrior.

The most captivating,

original, original glorious toys

the world has ever seen. You expect

us to buy that? Looks like you went

to Comic Con and ripped off every

origin story. It made them way dumber.

Dude, you're clearly lying. Just

tell us the truth. Okay. Caught me.

No, that's a picture. I'm gonna

admit it. I googled those four words.

Pictures of you guys came up. And

I based the designs on you. Sue me.

Capitalism strikes again.

Come on guys. Let's go.

No, no, no, no, no. You can't leave now.

How's about you just stay

in this room till you're dead?

Would you like slow start

mission or BL Trauma? Okay,

it's suplex time. Trauma. Coming right up.

You're wasting your time. I predicted

learning. I can do anything. You can.

Only better. Which means.

Tortoise stole my move again.

So impractical. I have a steel ball.

Oh. What? Kid swords. Those

are. Mine's an abomination.

This guy's too good. We can't beat

him. Yeah, and he just steals every cool

move I come up with. Well,

that's it. He's AI all he can do is

copy things. So AI is

only as good as its props.

He'll do whatever we do. Then

we need to invent some really

bad fight moves. Turtles, come out so

I can k*ll you. Hey, chrome

dome. Bet you can't do this

move. How contrived.

Bombs away. Ouch. I felt slipped.

Copy this. Okay, cut it

out. This is ridiculous.

Stop hitting yourself. Stop

hitting yourself. Ow. This is

painful. Belly fly. No, no. Wall Jack.

No. My face doesn't like wall. Oh.

Whoops. That's not

supposed to fit. Dude, I did

not know you could do

that. Leo do more. This feels

weird. Not the legend. I will come back as

an advert. Discover the Friday

night. Yeah,

I think I'm going to give

dad that mug after all.

Hey, can we get in on that too?

Mikey? Reading chat GPT from

my phone.

Oh, yeah. He fell asleep wrapping

presents. Look at that. He's such a good

dad. Wonder what he got of this.

So. So we need to burn these after

we open them, right? Oh, for sure.

Most definitely. AI Sucks.

Got to get a gift. I hate shopping in the

winter. But do you get the

ninja master who has everything?