Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Chrome Alone 2 - Lost in New Jersey (2025) Movie Script
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 kill 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?
Oh, baby,
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 kill 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?
Oh, baby,