02x04 - Breaking Purple/Repairin' the Baron

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- ♪ Rise of the ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

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♪ Rise of the ♪

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♪ Heroes in the half-shell Turtle power ♪

♪ Rising up against evil paint the city green ♪

♪ Raph is ready for a fight Leo's making a scene ♪

♪ Mikey's got mad skills Donnie rocks machines ♪

♪ With each other they discover ♪

♪ Their destiny and rise ♪

♪ Cowabunga ♪

♪ Rise of the ♪

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♪ Heroes in the half-shell Turtle power ♪

♪ Rise ♪

- [chuckles] At last!

My greatest creation!

The ultimate evolution in breakfast sandwich.

A toasted avocado baco-bagel-rito...

[sniffs] with cheese.

- Whoo!

[groans]

[exhales]

Shelldon!

I told you no drone racing in the Lair!

- You guys have a giant skate ramp

in the house and I can't race?

- No, you can't.

- Why?

- Because I said so, emailed so, and texted so.

- That's so unfair!

I'm sick of this shell-pression.

- Problem, Donald?

- [groans] It's Shelldon.

I just upgraded his operating system to version .

- Wow, .

Feels like yesterday he was just a twinkle in your toolbox.

- Yeah, and now he's a pain in my shell.

He charges until noon,

he's always coding back to me,

and now he's drone racing all over the house.

I don't know what to do.

- Shelldon's at a delicate age.

You need to nurture his spirit or you'll drive him away.

- Uh...what is happening?

- Good morning, I'm Dr. Feelings.

Welcome to my seminar: Hug it Out

- "Dr. Feelings"?

I thought you were Dr. Delicate Touch.

- Dr. Delicate Touch feels nothing.

Lesson One: "Because I Said So is Not an Answer"

You need to learn a healthy way

to express your feelings to your family.

- Yes, feelings. Hot, cold, hungry, sleepy...

- No, feelings like anger.

Remind you of anyone?

- Nope!

Wha...

[gasps]

No! Anything but that.

Okay, teach me, Doctor. Teach me.

[crashing]

My dark matter accelerator!

Shelldon!

- Donnie, remember to express your feelings.

- [clears throat] Shelldon, I feel frustrated

when you destroy my priceless inventions.

- Eye roll. - You did not just...

- [coughs] - Fine.

Fine...I feel very, very--that's two very's,

annoyed when you eye roll at me.

That's it! You are grounded, young man.

Literally.

- Hey! - Donald!

- That is a restraining bolt.

From now on, you do not go anywhere

or do anything without my say-so.

- Zero-one-zero-zero-one you!

- You watch your mouth, young man.

Sorry, Dr. Feelings, but I feel this was a job for

Dr. Actually Solves Problems.

[snoring]

- [grunting]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [groans] We'll never win the drone race

with your scrap heap, Jase!

First prize is the Shadow Transmitter.

And that thing can hack every system on the planet!

- Hey, look!

Isn't that the drone that belongs to Othello Von Ryan?

- AKA BootyShaker, AKA...

all: Donnie!

- And he's all alone...

Hey, little guy.

Why aren't you up there flying with your friends?

- 'Cause of this stupid restraining bolt.

Hey, wait! You're the Purple Dragons!

You're bad guys!

- Us? [laughs]

No, we're just misunderstood teens

who don't play by the rules.

Here, let me help you with that.

- Cool! Whoo-hoo!

Booyakasha!

- Whoo-hoo-hoo! Nice moves.

Hey, we were gonna go have some unsupervised fun,

maybe even hit the drone races.

You can come if you want.

- Yeah, totally!

I mean... [clears throat]

Cool, cool, whatevs.

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

- [snoring]

[laughter]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Well, now that you're a Dragon,

how'd you like to fly for us in a drone race?

- Yeah!

- Dragons till the end.

- You see this, doctor?

With Shelldon grounded, I can finally enjoy

my toasted avocado baco-bagel-rito in peace.

- Don't you think it's time to take that restraining bolt off?

- Mm, mm, mm...

you know what, Angelo? You make a really good point.

It is probably way too easy to take that off.

I better go perma-tighten it.

- Greetings, Donnie, or other turtle.

I am still charging.

I am very sorry for everything I did.

No need to investigate further.

- Ha, you see that? I really got through to him.

- Did you, though?

- Greetings, Donnie, or other turtle.

- He ran away?

- Donnie, wait!

- Shelldon?

Shelldon!

Shelldon?

Shelldon!

Shelldon!

Shelldon!

- This is top-notch scrap! Where'd you get all this?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Loose Lips Malinowski

don't talk about sources.

I'm not just gonna tell you I got it from the drone races

where wayward teen drones go when they run away from home

after a fight their misguided parental figures will regret

for the rest of their lives. That's where I got it from.

- Ah, shame. All this senseless carnage

could be avoided if people simply communicated.

- [gasps] Shelldon!

- Here we are, Dragons.

I give you the thrilling world of underground drone racing!

♪ ♪

Ha, these drones got nothing on you.

You're gonna win us that prize.

- The Shadow Transmitter! It's so powerful...

and blinky.

- See ya at the finish line, Shell.

- Welcome, warriors of the sky,

to Thunder Drone! [crowd cheering]

I'm your host, Billionaire Guy Eccentric!

Billionaire is my first name and not a reference

to my financial situation.

Really? A last-minute entry!

Introducing...Drone-atello!

- Drone-atello? Donnie!

What are you doing here?

- I know you're mad at me, but don't do this.

It's too dangerous.

- Well my friends don't think so.

They think I can win.

- Racers, start your rotors!

♪ ♪

- Those jerks are not your friends.

- You're wrong. They don't have any rules

and they let me do whatever I want!

[horn blasts]

Dragons till the end!

- Shelldon, wait!

Shelldon!

Not good, not good!

Shelldon! Shelldon, I'm sorry!

[sighs] Please, come home.

- Home is where your family is and I'm a Purple Dragon now.

- They're not your family, I am!

If you lose this race,

they're gonna kick you to the curb!

[yelps]

- You're just saying that to get me to do what you want.

- Look out! Saw, saw!

[shouting]

[grunting]

- And Drone-atello plummets through the drop.

Looks like our late entry is finished.

- No, no!

I'm sorry, Shelldon, but there's only one way

to make you understand what they're really like.

I have to win this race.

[shouts]

- h*, h*, h*! In an unprecedented move,

Drone-atello is crashing

straight through the obstacle course!

It's a good thing drones can't feel pain.

But is it enough to win the race?

♪ ♪

- [shouting]

[all gasp]

- Donnie?

- Holy smokes! Drone-atello wins!

- [groans] Ow.

- Hope everyone had a great time!

Remember to tip your host

because I am in horrible, future-crippling debt!

- [groans] Sorry guys.

We'll get 'em next time.

- Useless drone. There won't be a next time.

- But...but... we're friends.

- Are you kidding me?

We were never friends!

I just needed you to get the Shadow Transmitter

and you failed!

Jase, get that transmitter!

I wish my dad never married your mom.

Apparently we won't be taking that transmitter,

but after we make some minor upgrades, you are so toast!

[laughs maniacally]

- Shelldon, wait.

- You proved your point, okay?

I never should have run away and joined the Dragons.

- Hey, we all make mistakes, bud.

Including me. I shouldn't have been so harsh.

I'm really, really sorry. Two really's.

- [laughs] Uh...

I'm really, really sorry too, D.

- Hug it out.

[crowd crying]

Looks like my work here is done.

Nice job, Dr. Feelings.

- By unanimous decree of the Council,

Baron Draxum is found guilty of crimes

against the Yokai.

- Unlawful genetic manipulation,

Unleashing dark mystic forces

in an effort to destroy humanity,

damaging the cloak of secrecy that has kept us safe for eons.

- Sounds like a terrible guy.

- You work for him.

both: Uh...

- But we will forgive you for assisting him,

provided you bring him back to the Hidden City

to answer for his crimes.

- Yes, Mighty Heads.

[thunder crashes]

- [growling]

[growling]

- There, that should keep the fan from falling down again.

- [sighs] Thanks, Raph.

- [groans]

- [groans] Not again!

My stupid neighbor.

- Your neighbor keeps knocking the fan down?

- Yeah, it's driving me crazy!

Usually it's just a lot of clip-clopping,

but lately it sounds like a dinosaur on a trampoline.

- Oh no, no, no, no, no.

You can't have that.

I'm gonna go set this guy straight.

- Now, don't make a scene.

You're not going to make a scene.

You gonna make a scene? Don't make a scene.

- Raphael doesn't make a scene.

He's just going to politely give the new tenant

his perspective on the noise situation.

And to make sure that neighbor is not scared...

a disguise.

[knocking] Excuse me, kind neighbor,

I was hoping to have a friendly word

with you about...

- I told you, Carol,

I do not want to meet your daughter.

- [gasps]

Baron Draxum?

I don't know what kind of evil plan you're up to, but...

- My haunches! Get off me!

[grunts]

[roaring]

[straining grunts]

Stand back!

- Raph, what are you doing?

- Mikey? What are you doing?

- Dinosaur Trampoline always cheers you up,

so I thought I'd try it on Baron Draxum.

- I do feel my confusion being replaced by joy.

- Not me. Mikey, why the heck

are you helping Baron Draxum?

- Baron Draxum needs the help of no one.

- Oh, really? When I found you,

were you or were you not living on the street?

- Maybe.

- Powerless because your soul

got sucked out by the dark armor.

Wanted for crimes in the Hidden City.

And who set you up in style?

- [sighs] Dr. Positive.

- That's right, Dr. Positive.

The one who's gonna turn you from bad guy to glad guy.

From sad heap, to happy sheep.

From devil, to A-level, baby!

- Mikey! What are you thinking?

Draxum is the sworn enemy of the Mad Dogs.

- But he's also the one who created us

and that makes him family.

And once he feels like he's a part of our family,

his goodness will shine.

- That's the most ridiculous thing I ever...

[knocking]

- Oh, great, they're here!

- Happy housewarming, Mr. and Mrs. O'Ne...

[stammers] What is this?

I thought we were finally meeting April's parents.

- No, apparently we're helping

Baron Draxum get his groove back.

- Called it!

- Oh, no.

I do not make my famous green bean casserole

for my mortal enemy!

- Whoa, whoa, he's not our enemy anymore.

He's family!

And once he gets some of those warm and fuzzy family feels,

it'll crack that icy shell

and we'll be knee-deep in sunshine.

[thunder crashes]

[thunder crashes]

- [groans]

- Isn't this nice? When's the last time

we all got together like this, huh?

- The time Draxum dropped me off a building?

- No, actually I think it was when he ambushed us

at the botanical garden.

- No, no, baseball stadium.

Dark armor, tried to destroy humanity.

- That's right. Good times.

- Would somebody please pass the creamed corn?

- We don't have any creamed corn.

- Well I figured the guy who turned me into a rat

could just mutate the potatoes into creamed corn!

- Dad! We're here for a nice family dinner,

not to fight over who mutated who.

- No, no, he's right. If I had my powers,

I could create the most loathsome creamed corn

beast ever seen!

"Fear King Corn," those fool humans would shriek in terror!

- "Fool humans"? As the only human here,

I take offense at that.

- But, why? You are fools.

You put sunglasses on your dogs,

you take photos of your food,

and do not get me started on Carol.

- At least we're not fool enough to jump into a suit

of dark armor without reading the owner's manual.

- Draxibald, what you need is to spend some quality time

with humans so you can see why we like them so much.

And I know just where to do it.

Who's coming with me and Draxum to Albeartoland?

- Huh, why me?

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts] Stop kicking me.

Where is your mother?

I'll have her fed to wolves.

- Not sure your plan is working, Mikey.

- Stay Dr. Positive, Raph.

- [grunts] You wretched cur,

I will splay you in twain!

[grunts] Huh?

- [laughs] Oh, you little playful human, you.

Ah, they love to jump and grab and hang and kick.

Ah look, we're next.

Time for the fun to begin, baby!

- Stop it! I cannot move.

Do not hit me!

Leave me alone, human larva.

[dramatic music]

- Mm, mm, mm... there is nothing better

than human funnel cake.

- Which part of the human is it made from?

- What? No, it's made by humans, not from them.

- [groans]

- [giggles]

- See what I mean, Mikey?

This guy's never gonna like humans.

There's no way a being with an ounce of good in them

throws funnel cake on the ground.

- Dr. Positive is becoming Dr. Slightly Disappointed.

[grunts]

- Draxum, by order of the Council of Heads,

you are under arrest!

[all shout]

- Uh, Draxum, aren't those your boys?

- No, they are bounty hunters

loyal to the one with the most coin.

- Uh, would they back off for cents and a button?

- You can try. Tell me how it goes.

- Yah!

- [panting]

Huh?

- [growling]

- Raph, we gotta stop these guys!

- Why? Isn't he just getting what he deserves?

- He created us, Raph.

Without him, we wouldn't even be here.

He deserves another chance.

- Ah, I hate to say it,

but sometimes Dr. Positive makes a lot of sense.

[growling and barking]

- Oh!

- Yah!

- [grunting]

- You saved me? Why?

- I'm still trying to get used to this,

but Mikey thinks you're part of the family.

And rule number one of the Mad Dogs code is,

you take care of family.

[both screaming]

- [gasps]

You hold off the bounty hunters!

I'll... [groans]

save the humans.

- My sheep man!

[grunting]

- [grunting]

I've come to get you, humans.

[both screaming]

- Oh, relax. [grunts]

[straining grunting]

- Come on, Mikey. Let's wrap this up.

[both shouting]

- Ba-boom!

- Eat this!

- [grunts]

- Whoo! [laughs]

- Fires-smashing combo whip!

[grunts]

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

both: Huh?

- [grunting]

[shouts]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[all gasp]

- Oh, my gosh.

- [roaring]

[all cheering]

[groans] Why must you touch me

with your germ hole!

- Look at you. You saved humans!

- And got a little bit of your powers back.

- So, change of heart?

Maybe living among humans is not so horrible after all?

- Strongly disagree,

but I suppose I might be able to tolerate them somehow.

Given that I have no choice.

- There's the bare minimum!

- If you're gonna live up top, you're gonna need a job.

Now what kind of gig would be perfect for someone

who's always angry,

needs to be the boss and hates humans?

[bell ringing]

- Here is your nutrient mound. Dismissed!

- Well, this seems like it could backfire.

- Come on, April, give him a chance.

He's perfect and it's great cover!

- [laughing]

- No hijinks in my line!

[laughs maniacally] This'll do.