Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1987) s04e34 Episode Script
9061-026 - Splinter Vanishes
[theme song.]
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Heroes in a half shell Turtle power They're the world's Most fearsome fighting team We're really hip.
They're heroes in the half shell And they're green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles When the evil Shredder attacks These turtle boys don't cut him no slack Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Splinter taught them to be ninja teens He's a radical rat.
Leonardo leads Donatello does machines That's a fact, Jack.
Raphael is cool, but rude Gimme a break.
Michelangelo is a party dude Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Heroes in a half shell Turtle power Hey, settle down, fellas.
It's time for April's on-the-spot news report.
I'll catch the rerun, compadres.
I got a couple of pizzas in the oven.
This is April O'Neil for Channel 6 news, reporting from Zeroid Laboratories, where a mysterious burglary has just taken place.
The thieves stole a prototype robotic control microchip after first disabling the alarm system by chewing through it.
Hmm.
Sounds like the work of Michelangelo.
Whoever or whatever stole this top-secret chip had the strength to tear this 2-foot-thick titanium door from its hinges.
Hmm.
Sounds serious.
Yo, dudes, it's pizza time! I'd better tell Master Splinter.
Forget it.
He hates pizza.
No.
I mean about the robbery at the lab.
Master Splinter, I Master Splinter? Where is he? I don't know.
He's gone.
And he's taken everything-- his rug, his meditation pillow.
All gone.
But he did leave this videotape with a note attached.
âTo my loyal Turtles, âI have recorded a message on this cassette.
âPlay it and you will understand.
Signed, Splinter.
â Greetings, my students.
Do not be alarmed.
I am in no danger.
My path has taken a new turn.
As of now, I am no longer your teacher.
Oh, no! It can't be! You have learned all that I can teach you.
My final instructions are that you leave the lair and each go his own way.
Farewell, and may good fortune shine on you.
Leaving us? But why? It doesn't matter.
We must obey our sensei.
Let's go pack our belongings.
Hold on.
We don't have to do anything.
Splinter's not our sensei anymore.
He'll always be our sensei, Raphael.
If he says âsplit,â we split.
Uh, yeah, but maybe we could stick together anyway-- you know, get a room somewhere.
You heard what he said.
We have to go our separate ways.
Oh, no! We must be obedient.
Well, hold on.
Look at us.
How can we possibly stay together? We can't even agree on what we should do.
What's the difference what we do? As a team, we are finished.
[squeaking.]
[squeaking.]
What? The Turtles and Splinter, gone? Excellent, my loyal subject.
Now nothing can stand in the way of my plan for total control of the city.
Not your plan, Rat King.
Our plan, remember? Of course, Leatherhead, my reptilian ally.
Together we shall rule! You betcha, partner, but I still want to get rid of them Turtles once and for all, I guarantee.
I, uh, guess this is it.
I guess.
So long, fellas.
Maybe we'll see each other again.
Right.
Ciao for now, dudes.
[sniffles.]
And maybe forever.
But, chief, Nerdtech Labs was broken into last night with the same M.
O.
they used on Zeroid Labs Please let me cover it.
[Burne.]
Now listen to me, April O'Neil.
I want you to cover Rodney van Gelt's birthday party.
And if you don't, you'll be celebrating your next birthday on the unemployment line! [doorbell rings.]
[Raphael.]
Singing Turtle-Gram for a Mr.
Rodney van Gelt.
[horn blows.]
[clearing throat.]
Happy birthday, dear Rodney You're our favorite son Happy birthday, dear Rodney With us you're number 1 Happy birthday, dear Rodney We hope you're having fun From your mater and pater We will see you later Hey, I just sing 'em.
I don't write 'em.
I wanted 4 ninja turtles! What good is just 1? Sir, your mother sends her apologies.
This is the only one they had.
Raphael, is that you? Oh, hi, April.
Hey, there's not much work for solo mutant turtles these days.
I haven't seen any of you guys since you split up.
What about the others? Well, I know Leonardo's running a fitness center on the corner of 5th and Main.
Hey, listen, I've got to run.
So long, Raphael.
Keep in touch.
Sure.
Right.
This is it-- Hmm.
âRoseanne's Fitness Centerâ? Well, this must be the place.
[up-tempo.]
Come on, now.
Stretch, stretch.
Go for the burn.
Leonardo.
I see you're keeping in shape.
This isn't much of a job, I know, but it keeps me in pizzas.
Have you seen any of the other Turtles? Donatello's working at Murray's Fix-it Shop not far from here.
Come on.
Let's go visit him.
I'd like to, April, but I've got another aerobics class to teach.
All right, now, let's shake those booties.
That's it! Here it is-- Murray's Fix-it Shop.
And this radio must be fixed by 8:00 tonight.
Do you understand? No problem, lady.
You come back at 8.
It'll be ready.
[sniffing.]
Hmm.
Why did that woman look so-- and smell so-- familiar? April! It's great to see you.
It's good to see you too, Donatello.
How are you? Well, it isn't as nice as my old workshop, but I guess that's gone for good.
And it's tough for a turtle to make an honest living in this town.
I've noticed that.
I've seen Leonardo and Raphael.
But what's Michelangelo doing? Your timing is perfect, April.
Michelangelo's got his own cooking show on TV.
[man.]
And welcome to cable channel 53's Food a la Dude, with our chef on the half-shell, Michelangelo.
[people cheering.]
Whoa, what's cookin', dudes? This week's recipe is one of my personal faves-- strawberry surprise pizza with anchovy sauce.
[all groaning.]
That's it! I'm sick of your disgusting pizza recipes! I can dig it.
How about if I substitute my disgusting lasagna recipe instead? Get out of here! You're fired! [all cheering.]
Fired.
What a bummer.
Oh, well.
I'd better just get my secret pizza sauce from the freezer before somebody cops it.
[squeaking.]
Whoa.
Either my shoes have a squeak, or this studio has mice.
[shivering.]
âMondo refrigerosoâ in here, dude! [squeaking.]
Help! Somebody let me out of here! [shivering.]
Oh, it's f-freezing in here! I c-can't believe how hard I worked at trying to be c-cool.
[teeth chattering.]
[April.]
Gosh, that's awful! Poor Michelangelo, getting canceled like that right on the air.
This is the fifth show he's been fired from.
Why do they keep hiring him? Hey, the world is hungry for a good cooking show.
I'm going to visit Michelangelo.
He could probably use some cheering up.
Michelangelo? Are you here? He must've swallowed his pride, along with all the pizza ingredients.
[cries out.]
[screaming.]
Rats! Now I know who that was in the fix-it shop.
Do you understand? It was the Rat King! This is April calling Donatello.
Come in, Donatello.
Oh, no.
I haven't used it in so long, the battery's just about dead.
I've got to warn Donatello.
It looks like the Rat King has got Michelangelo! [squeaking.]
Whoa, man.
Things like this really chill me.
Thanks to the electronic code we stole from Nerdtech Labs, we can now step up production of our army.
[Leatherhead.]
Very good, my friend.
Pretty soon we got plenty big robot army, you betcha! And with that explosive I planted in the fix-it shop, all of those Turtles will soon be history.
You betcha.
As quick as I get my revenge on them other 3 shell-backs! Wonderful.
[chuckles.]
Those nasty humans will bow before me when this city is ours! [karate yells.]
Hey, turtle, why you don't teach me how to fight? Whoever you are, classes are over for the day.
Come back tomorrow.
I don't think so, by gumbo.
Leatherhead! That be me, all right.
And I be the last thing you gonna see! Whoa! You not fight so good no more, eh, turtle? [laughs.]
Hy-yah! Whoa! [laughing.]
This be like taking gumbo from a baby! [laughing.]
[panting.]
Leatherhead is right.
I have lost my fighting edge.
I need the Turtles.
This sure is a weird place to hold a birthday party.
But then again, there are probably people who feel the same way about a sewer.
Hello! Sally's Silly Singing Song-o-grams here.
Boy, do I feel stupid saying that.
Hope this isn't one of those parties where everyone shows up fashionably late.
[whirring.]
Ah, I hear signs of life.
Great.
Here comes an elevator.
Welcome, turtle.
The festivities are about to begin.
The Rat King.
The big cheese himself.
[seethes.]
It's those sort of jokes that make me hate turtles! Get him! [squeaking.]
I don't suppose we could talk this over, reptile-to-rodent.
That's right.
We can't.
[laughing.]
I sure wish the guys were here.
I've got to reach Donatello and warn him about the Rat King.
I just hope I'm not too late.
[Leonardo.]
Give up, Leatherhead! You've never been able to beat me! Except I gonna whip you now, you betcha.
Whoa-oa-oa! You know what they say-- What goes around, comes around.
[squeaking.]
This gonna give you one big headache, I guarantee! Whoa! How would you like to trade a headache for an upset stomach? [groans.]
[crash.]
Okay.
No more Mr.
Nice Gator.
Pond scum like you are the best argument for laser-gun control.
Au revoir, shell-back.
Whoa-oa-oa! Help! That for sure be the deepest hole in the sewer.
There not be enough left of that turtle to make jambalaya turtle pie! [laughing.]
Give up, turtle.
You can't go any higher.
And you can't get any lower.
Always joking, aren't you? Well, the last laugh is on you! What? Hey! Put me down! Huh.
Is that ironic or what? I'm trapped like a rat by a rat.
[phone ringing.]
There.
It's done.
And with a full minute to spare.
I wonder why that lady insisted I finish by 8:00? [ringing continues.]
Okay, okay, I'm coming.
Thank goodness Donatello's still here! I've got to warn him about Donatello! Oh, no! Donatello! [Donatello.]
Did someone call my name? Donatello, you're all right! Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.
But how did you get out? The entire place blew up.
Do we have time for a flashback? It's your show.
[ringing.]
[Donatello.]
Well, the phone was ringing.
When I went to answer it, some guy on the other end warns me that an explosive in the radio is about to go off.
There was something very familiar about his voice.
Anyway, I took the sewer escape.
That's what I came to warn you about.
I think the Rat King planted that bomb.
[siren wailing.]
The Rat King, huh? Oh, thanks for showing up, fellas, but I'm not hurt.
I fix that, you betcha.
[gasps.]
Gas! [chokes, groans.]
First the Rat King, and now Leatherhead! I've got to save Donatello! [siren wailing.]
Leatherhead pulled into that run-down warehouse.
My investigative reporter's instincts tell me the Rat King is in there too.
Don't these villains ever get tired of using an abandoned warehouse as their hideout? I know I do.
If the Rat King's involved, then they're bound to be in the sewer.
Looks like there's only one way down.
There they be-- hooked up like a mess of catfish.
[laughing.]
Done well, Leatherhead.
Now, let us put the final phase of our plan into operation-- the takeover of the entire city! It sound plenty good to me, by gumbo.
[chuckles.]
[groans.]
Michelangelo.
Raphael.
But where's Leonardo? Your friend Leonardo, he be taking one long trip, you betcha.
[laughing.]
But you all be together real soon in turtle heaven! No way that dude got the best of Leonardo.
Hah! I beat him like that.
It was a piece of cornpone cake, yeah.
Would you mind not talking about dessert? I just started my diet.
Maybe you stopped eating, but I got me a bunch of critters who be real hungry, for sure.
[Raphael.]
Robot rats! [Donatello.]
Android alligators! I was right.
It's the Rat King and Leatherhead, and they've got the turtles! I got to go for help.
[screams.]
[squeaking.]
It's that snooping reporter.
Stop her, my loyal followers! Uh-oh.
This is a regular rat race.
I'm not gonna make it.
What? I sure hope April made it out.
What a pipe dream.
No one escapes us, by gumbo.
[Leonardo.]
Wrong, you walking suitcase! Leonardo! All right, dude! I-It's not possible.
I saw you fall with my own eyeballs.
Hah! You didn't see me fall, you heard me yell.
Do you actually think a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle could get hurt in the sewers? I grabbed on to a ledge and kept yelling.
Whoa-oa-oa! Help! I made it sound like I was falling.
Cut the back-story and cut us down.
As leader of the group, I'm not used to taking orders, but I'll make an exception in this case.
Way to go, Leonardo.
âStupendulosoâ throw, dude.
[weapons clicking.]
Turtle power! Pulverize them, my robot rats.
[Leatherneck.]
Go get 'em, gators! Lot of them, aren't there.
Let me put it this way-- I'd hate to have to buy batteries for all of 'em.
Looks like you guys got your wires crossed.
Whoa! How come this never happened to John Wayne? Obey your king! Attack the Turtles! Destroy them! Pretty cool, huh, dudes? Together again, just like old times.
I hate to be a party pooper, but this looks like it might be our final reunion.
Hi, guys.
Am I too late for your get-together? April! How'd you get away from those rats? I had a little help.
[Leonardo.]
Master Splinter! Bodacious entrance! But I thought you left us.
There will be time enough for explanations later.
Now we must join forces and defeat our enemies.
Splinter! We fix you good, you fur-covered swamp rat! Allow me that pleasure, Leatherhead, my friend.
[whistles.]
[squeaking.]
What a battle! What a story! Uh, sensei, you think you could meditate later? No.
I must do it now.
[thinking.]
You will no longer obey the Rat King.
You will listen only to me.
I am your true master.
I order you to destroy the robots.
[gasps.]
What's going on here? Tell them rats to cut that out, you hear? [groans.]
I can't! Splinter's mind is taking complete control of them! No! No! It cannot be! You ain't no Rat King! You're a rat fink! Go, my fellow rodents.
Your task is finished.
[crackling.]
[squeaking.]
[gasps.]
We will meet again, Turtles! [shrieks.]
My camera! No! Come back, my disloyal subjects! Come back! A king without any subjects to rule Is like a turtle without a pizza.
To the Turtles! Together again! Are we together, master? Yes, my students.
Oh, 2 prize-winning stories-- the defeat of Rat King and Leatherhead and the reunion of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles-- and I lose them both! So why did you leave us, master? I sensed trouble from the Rat King and Leatherhead.
We were one step ahead of you there, Master Splinter.
As I knew you would be.
But I felt that only if we pretended to separate would the villains come out into the open, and I had my eye on you all.
So it was you who called to warn me about the explosive in the radio.
But why didn't you tell us what you were planning? because only by experiencing what it was like to be apart could you appreciate how vital it is that you remain together.
Here we are, dudes-- and dude-ette.
Mmm! It smells delicious! What's in it? Well, this is gonna be my next week's cooking-show recipe-- Swiss cheese pizza topped with minced gator.
Oh, yuck! Oh, man! Get that away! Just kidding, dudes.
Whoa, it was a joke! Honest! [screaming.]
[chuckling.]
Perhaps they need another lesson in togetherness.
[theme.]
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Heroes in a half shell Turtle power They're the world's Most fearsome fighting team We're really hip.
They're heroes in the half shell And they're green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles When the evil Shredder attacks These turtle boys don't cut him no slack Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Splinter taught them to be ninja teens He's a radical rat.
Leonardo leads Donatello does machines That's a fact, Jack.
Raphael is cool, but rude Gimme a break.
Michelangelo is a party dude Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Heroes in a half shell Turtle power Hey, settle down, fellas.
It's time for April's on-the-spot news report.
I'll catch the rerun, compadres.
I got a couple of pizzas in the oven.
This is April O'Neil for Channel 6 news, reporting from Zeroid Laboratories, where a mysterious burglary has just taken place.
The thieves stole a prototype robotic control microchip after first disabling the alarm system by chewing through it.
Hmm.
Sounds like the work of Michelangelo.
Whoever or whatever stole this top-secret chip had the strength to tear this 2-foot-thick titanium door from its hinges.
Hmm.
Sounds serious.
Yo, dudes, it's pizza time! I'd better tell Master Splinter.
Forget it.
He hates pizza.
No.
I mean about the robbery at the lab.
Master Splinter, I Master Splinter? Where is he? I don't know.
He's gone.
And he's taken everything-- his rug, his meditation pillow.
All gone.
But he did leave this videotape with a note attached.
âTo my loyal Turtles, âI have recorded a message on this cassette.
âPlay it and you will understand.
Signed, Splinter.
â Greetings, my students.
Do not be alarmed.
I am in no danger.
My path has taken a new turn.
As of now, I am no longer your teacher.
Oh, no! It can't be! You have learned all that I can teach you.
My final instructions are that you leave the lair and each go his own way.
Farewell, and may good fortune shine on you.
Leaving us? But why? It doesn't matter.
We must obey our sensei.
Let's go pack our belongings.
Hold on.
We don't have to do anything.
Splinter's not our sensei anymore.
He'll always be our sensei, Raphael.
If he says âsplit,â we split.
Uh, yeah, but maybe we could stick together anyway-- you know, get a room somewhere.
You heard what he said.
We have to go our separate ways.
Oh, no! We must be obedient.
Well, hold on.
Look at us.
How can we possibly stay together? We can't even agree on what we should do.
What's the difference what we do? As a team, we are finished.
[squeaking.]
[squeaking.]
What? The Turtles and Splinter, gone? Excellent, my loyal subject.
Now nothing can stand in the way of my plan for total control of the city.
Not your plan, Rat King.
Our plan, remember? Of course, Leatherhead, my reptilian ally.
Together we shall rule! You betcha, partner, but I still want to get rid of them Turtles once and for all, I guarantee.
I, uh, guess this is it.
I guess.
So long, fellas.
Maybe we'll see each other again.
Right.
Ciao for now, dudes.
[sniffles.]
And maybe forever.
But, chief, Nerdtech Labs was broken into last night with the same M.
O.
they used on Zeroid Labs Please let me cover it.
[Burne.]
Now listen to me, April O'Neil.
I want you to cover Rodney van Gelt's birthday party.
And if you don't, you'll be celebrating your next birthday on the unemployment line! [doorbell rings.]
[Raphael.]
Singing Turtle-Gram for a Mr.
Rodney van Gelt.
[horn blows.]
[clearing throat.]
Happy birthday, dear Rodney You're our favorite son Happy birthday, dear Rodney With us you're number 1 Happy birthday, dear Rodney We hope you're having fun From your mater and pater We will see you later Hey, I just sing 'em.
I don't write 'em.
I wanted 4 ninja turtles! What good is just 1? Sir, your mother sends her apologies.
This is the only one they had.
Raphael, is that you? Oh, hi, April.
Hey, there's not much work for solo mutant turtles these days.
I haven't seen any of you guys since you split up.
What about the others? Well, I know Leonardo's running a fitness center on the corner of 5th and Main.
Hey, listen, I've got to run.
So long, Raphael.
Keep in touch.
Sure.
Right.
This is it-- Hmm.
âRoseanne's Fitness Centerâ? Well, this must be the place.
[up-tempo.]
Come on, now.
Stretch, stretch.
Go for the burn.
Leonardo.
I see you're keeping in shape.
This isn't much of a job, I know, but it keeps me in pizzas.
Have you seen any of the other Turtles? Donatello's working at Murray's Fix-it Shop not far from here.
Come on.
Let's go visit him.
I'd like to, April, but I've got another aerobics class to teach.
All right, now, let's shake those booties.
That's it! Here it is-- Murray's Fix-it Shop.
And this radio must be fixed by 8:00 tonight.
Do you understand? No problem, lady.
You come back at 8.
It'll be ready.
[sniffing.]
Hmm.
Why did that woman look so-- and smell so-- familiar? April! It's great to see you.
It's good to see you too, Donatello.
How are you? Well, it isn't as nice as my old workshop, but I guess that's gone for good.
And it's tough for a turtle to make an honest living in this town.
I've noticed that.
I've seen Leonardo and Raphael.
But what's Michelangelo doing? Your timing is perfect, April.
Michelangelo's got his own cooking show on TV.
[man.]
And welcome to cable channel 53's Food a la Dude, with our chef on the half-shell, Michelangelo.
[people cheering.]
Whoa, what's cookin', dudes? This week's recipe is one of my personal faves-- strawberry surprise pizza with anchovy sauce.
[all groaning.]
That's it! I'm sick of your disgusting pizza recipes! I can dig it.
How about if I substitute my disgusting lasagna recipe instead? Get out of here! You're fired! [all cheering.]
Fired.
What a bummer.
Oh, well.
I'd better just get my secret pizza sauce from the freezer before somebody cops it.
[squeaking.]
Whoa.
Either my shoes have a squeak, or this studio has mice.
[shivering.]
âMondo refrigerosoâ in here, dude! [squeaking.]
Help! Somebody let me out of here! [shivering.]
Oh, it's f-freezing in here! I c-can't believe how hard I worked at trying to be c-cool.
[teeth chattering.]
[April.]
Gosh, that's awful! Poor Michelangelo, getting canceled like that right on the air.
This is the fifth show he's been fired from.
Why do they keep hiring him? Hey, the world is hungry for a good cooking show.
I'm going to visit Michelangelo.
He could probably use some cheering up.
Michelangelo? Are you here? He must've swallowed his pride, along with all the pizza ingredients.
[cries out.]
[screaming.]
Rats! Now I know who that was in the fix-it shop.
Do you understand? It was the Rat King! This is April calling Donatello.
Come in, Donatello.
Oh, no.
I haven't used it in so long, the battery's just about dead.
I've got to warn Donatello.
It looks like the Rat King has got Michelangelo! [squeaking.]
Whoa, man.
Things like this really chill me.
Thanks to the electronic code we stole from Nerdtech Labs, we can now step up production of our army.
[Leatherhead.]
Very good, my friend.
Pretty soon we got plenty big robot army, you betcha! And with that explosive I planted in the fix-it shop, all of those Turtles will soon be history.
You betcha.
As quick as I get my revenge on them other 3 shell-backs! Wonderful.
[chuckles.]
Those nasty humans will bow before me when this city is ours! [karate yells.]
Hey, turtle, why you don't teach me how to fight? Whoever you are, classes are over for the day.
Come back tomorrow.
I don't think so, by gumbo.
Leatherhead! That be me, all right.
And I be the last thing you gonna see! Whoa! You not fight so good no more, eh, turtle? [laughs.]
Hy-yah! Whoa! [laughing.]
This be like taking gumbo from a baby! [laughing.]
[panting.]
Leatherhead is right.
I have lost my fighting edge.
I need the Turtles.
This sure is a weird place to hold a birthday party.
But then again, there are probably people who feel the same way about a sewer.
Hello! Sally's Silly Singing Song-o-grams here.
Boy, do I feel stupid saying that.
Hope this isn't one of those parties where everyone shows up fashionably late.
[whirring.]
Ah, I hear signs of life.
Great.
Here comes an elevator.
Welcome, turtle.
The festivities are about to begin.
The Rat King.
The big cheese himself.
[seethes.]
It's those sort of jokes that make me hate turtles! Get him! [squeaking.]
I don't suppose we could talk this over, reptile-to-rodent.
That's right.
We can't.
[laughing.]
I sure wish the guys were here.
I've got to reach Donatello and warn him about the Rat King.
I just hope I'm not too late.
[Leonardo.]
Give up, Leatherhead! You've never been able to beat me! Except I gonna whip you now, you betcha.
Whoa-oa-oa! You know what they say-- What goes around, comes around.
[squeaking.]
This gonna give you one big headache, I guarantee! Whoa! How would you like to trade a headache for an upset stomach? [groans.]
[crash.]
Okay.
No more Mr.
Nice Gator.
Pond scum like you are the best argument for laser-gun control.
Au revoir, shell-back.
Whoa-oa-oa! Help! That for sure be the deepest hole in the sewer.
There not be enough left of that turtle to make jambalaya turtle pie! [laughing.]
Give up, turtle.
You can't go any higher.
And you can't get any lower.
Always joking, aren't you? Well, the last laugh is on you! What? Hey! Put me down! Huh.
Is that ironic or what? I'm trapped like a rat by a rat.
[phone ringing.]
There.
It's done.
And with a full minute to spare.
I wonder why that lady insisted I finish by 8:00? [ringing continues.]
Okay, okay, I'm coming.
Thank goodness Donatello's still here! I've got to warn him about Donatello! Oh, no! Donatello! [Donatello.]
Did someone call my name? Donatello, you're all right! Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.
But how did you get out? The entire place blew up.
Do we have time for a flashback? It's your show.
[ringing.]
[Donatello.]
Well, the phone was ringing.
When I went to answer it, some guy on the other end warns me that an explosive in the radio is about to go off.
There was something very familiar about his voice.
Anyway, I took the sewer escape.
That's what I came to warn you about.
I think the Rat King planted that bomb.
[siren wailing.]
The Rat King, huh? Oh, thanks for showing up, fellas, but I'm not hurt.
I fix that, you betcha.
[gasps.]
Gas! [chokes, groans.]
First the Rat King, and now Leatherhead! I've got to save Donatello! [siren wailing.]
Leatherhead pulled into that run-down warehouse.
My investigative reporter's instincts tell me the Rat King is in there too.
Don't these villains ever get tired of using an abandoned warehouse as their hideout? I know I do.
If the Rat King's involved, then they're bound to be in the sewer.
Looks like there's only one way down.
There they be-- hooked up like a mess of catfish.
[laughing.]
Done well, Leatherhead.
Now, let us put the final phase of our plan into operation-- the takeover of the entire city! It sound plenty good to me, by gumbo.
[chuckles.]
[groans.]
Michelangelo.
Raphael.
But where's Leonardo? Your friend Leonardo, he be taking one long trip, you betcha.
[laughing.]
But you all be together real soon in turtle heaven! No way that dude got the best of Leonardo.
Hah! I beat him like that.
It was a piece of cornpone cake, yeah.
Would you mind not talking about dessert? I just started my diet.
Maybe you stopped eating, but I got me a bunch of critters who be real hungry, for sure.
[Raphael.]
Robot rats! [Donatello.]
Android alligators! I was right.
It's the Rat King and Leatherhead, and they've got the turtles! I got to go for help.
[screams.]
[squeaking.]
It's that snooping reporter.
Stop her, my loyal followers! Uh-oh.
This is a regular rat race.
I'm not gonna make it.
What? I sure hope April made it out.
What a pipe dream.
No one escapes us, by gumbo.
[Leonardo.]
Wrong, you walking suitcase! Leonardo! All right, dude! I-It's not possible.
I saw you fall with my own eyeballs.
Hah! You didn't see me fall, you heard me yell.
Do you actually think a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle could get hurt in the sewers? I grabbed on to a ledge and kept yelling.
Whoa-oa-oa! Help! I made it sound like I was falling.
Cut the back-story and cut us down.
As leader of the group, I'm not used to taking orders, but I'll make an exception in this case.
Way to go, Leonardo.
âStupendulosoâ throw, dude.
[weapons clicking.]
Turtle power! Pulverize them, my robot rats.
[Leatherneck.]
Go get 'em, gators! Lot of them, aren't there.
Let me put it this way-- I'd hate to have to buy batteries for all of 'em.
Looks like you guys got your wires crossed.
Whoa! How come this never happened to John Wayne? Obey your king! Attack the Turtles! Destroy them! Pretty cool, huh, dudes? Together again, just like old times.
I hate to be a party pooper, but this looks like it might be our final reunion.
Hi, guys.
Am I too late for your get-together? April! How'd you get away from those rats? I had a little help.
[Leonardo.]
Master Splinter! Bodacious entrance! But I thought you left us.
There will be time enough for explanations later.
Now we must join forces and defeat our enemies.
Splinter! We fix you good, you fur-covered swamp rat! Allow me that pleasure, Leatherhead, my friend.
[whistles.]
[squeaking.]
What a battle! What a story! Uh, sensei, you think you could meditate later? No.
I must do it now.
[thinking.]
You will no longer obey the Rat King.
You will listen only to me.
I am your true master.
I order you to destroy the robots.
[gasps.]
What's going on here? Tell them rats to cut that out, you hear? [groans.]
I can't! Splinter's mind is taking complete control of them! No! No! It cannot be! You ain't no Rat King! You're a rat fink! Go, my fellow rodents.
Your task is finished.
[crackling.]
[squeaking.]
[gasps.]
We will meet again, Turtles! [shrieks.]
My camera! No! Come back, my disloyal subjects! Come back! A king without any subjects to rule Is like a turtle without a pizza.
To the Turtles! Together again! Are we together, master? Yes, my students.
Oh, 2 prize-winning stories-- the defeat of Rat King and Leatherhead and the reunion of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles-- and I lose them both! So why did you leave us, master? I sensed trouble from the Rat King and Leatherhead.
We were one step ahead of you there, Master Splinter.
As I knew you would be.
But I felt that only if we pretended to separate would the villains come out into the open, and I had my eye on you all.
So it was you who called to warn me about the explosive in the radio.
But why didn't you tell us what you were planning? because only by experiencing what it was like to be apart could you appreciate how vital it is that you remain together.
Here we are, dudes-- and dude-ette.
Mmm! It smells delicious! What's in it? Well, this is gonna be my next week's cooking-show recipe-- Swiss cheese pizza topped with minced gator.
Oh, yuck! Oh, man! Get that away! Just kidding, dudes.
Whoa, it was a joke! Honest! [screaming.]
[chuckling.]
Perhaps they need another lesson in togetherness.
[theme.]