[machinery whirring]
[beeping]
Whoo-hoo!
Status, everyone?
The Tachyon Drive is repaired.
We are fully fueled and functional.
Yeah, boy!
Bros, I have important news.
[gasps]
The HOLO simulator is repaired,
and Mikey's Pepperoni Pizzaland Theme Park simulation is almost complete.
If you built it, I don't want to see it.
- [blows raspberry] - Hello, we've got way more
important things to worry about right now, Mikey.
Hey, speaking of the long list of things for us to worry about,
we still don't have enough Zemulaks to fix the Time Jump Engine.
Has anyone thought about that?
My friends, I know this journey has been arduous,
but there is still a chance.
If we can destroy the last piece of the Black Hole Generator,
at least we can slow the Triceratons down.
[beeping] [gasps]
Incoming distress signal.
To us?
Huh?
Mona Lisa?
Brave Raphael, we were attacked.
Commander G'Throkka has been captured.
I need your help.
Captured? By who?
A vile bounty hunter called Armaggon.
[gasps]
Yes!
[rousing hip-hop music]
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja... ♪ [metallic clank]
The evil Triceratons have invaded Earth.
They brought with them the invincible Black Hole Generator
that swallowed the entire planet.
My brothers and I escaped,
saved by a mysterious robot called the Fugitoid.
Now we're trying to stop the Triceratons
any way we can.
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
♪ Heroes in a half shell, turtle power ♪
♪ Leonardo's the leader in blue ♪
♪ Does anything it takes to get his ninjas through ♪
♪ Donatello is the fellow who has a way with machines ♪
♪ Raphael's got the most attitude on the team ♪
♪ Michelangelo, he's one of a kind ♪
♪ And you know just where to find him when it's party time ♪
♪ Master Splinter taught 'em every single skill they need ♪
♪ To be one lean, mean, green, incredible team ♪
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
♪ Heroes in a half shell, turtle power ♪
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[imitating Mona] Ooh, Raph, kiss-kiss.
[imitating Raphael] Oh, Mona, smoochy, smoochy, smoochy.
[grunts]
Mona!
Raphael.
It brings me great joy to see you again.
I'm so glad you're okay, Mona Lisa.
[clears throat]
So what happened out there?
Armaggon has captured G'Throkka
and delivered him to the planet Sectoid-One.
That's Lord Dregg's home world.
He controls the entire system.
"The Explorer's Guide to the Universe"
says it's one of the most feared,
evil parts of the cosmos.
This is gonna be a blast.
We'll help you rescue Sal Commander. He's one of us.
Raph's right.
We help our friends.
Very well then. Course to Sectoid-One plotted,
initiating Tachyon Warp.
Thank you, Raphael.
Thank you, brave warriors.
I don't know, I've got one of those feelings.
Don't worry about bug face.
Your man Casey's here to protect you.
Welcome to the Sectoid System.
Population: Bugs.
Lots and lots of bugs.
This is the most metal part of the galaxy I have ever seen.
It's not metal at all, but organic rock.
This world used to be even more grand and populated
before Dregg took power.
He is of a race of ancient cosmic insects
that created these hive-worlds.
Ahh!
I bet this is majorly freaking you out, Raph,
being afraid of bugs and all.
[gasps and grunts]
Not in front of Mona, Mikey.
I'm totally fine. No prob.
Not itching all over or freaking out, not me...
I think I've located Dregg's headquarters.
[crashing]
Come, my friends. I will lead us to Dregg's lair.
[gasps]
It's like walking across a giant wad of slowly baking pizza dough.
It's an organic compound,
not unlike hornet hives back home.
[grunts]
Thanks for the info there, Donnipedia.
Can we start kicking in some insect faces already?
Ah! Whoa!
[grunts]
Whoa. Thanks, Leo.
[buzzing]
Huh?
[buzzing]
[both screaming]
What'd you do now, Jones?
[gasps]
Ah! Space apples!
Whoa!
[grunting]
[clanking]
[grunting]
Whoa!
Ya!
[grunting]
[lasers firing]
Hi-ya!
[grunting]
Whoa!
[lasers firing]
[grunting]
[ding!]
Grand slam!
[muffled screaming]
Whoo!
- Yes, we did it! - Guys, this can't be good.
- [gasps] - [laughing]
[groans]
[grunts]
- I'm hideous! - Oh, dear.
We should get him back to the ship immediately.
Hang in there, Don. We'll go for Sal Commander.
Dudes, that castle is right out of Crognard.
If the castle is... yeesh...
one giant bug... ahh...
where do you think they keep the dungeon?
Lord Dregg is known to keep his prisoners caged in his throne room.
He sees them as trophies.
Dregg's throne room... perfect.
[nervous laughter]
[sighs]
[eerie music]
Whoa.
- This place is so met... - We know, Casey. Metal.
Everything on this stupid planet is metal.
Shut up already.
[gasps]
Sal Commander.
[whispering] Sal Commander, it's us.
Ahh!
Whoa!
Ahh!
- Hey! - What the heck?
[menacing laughter]
Lord Dregg.
Finally the Turtle aliens are mine.
You mean ours, Dregg.
Don't you cut old Armaggon out of the deal.
You did well, Y'Gythgba.
[chuckles]
Mona? How could you?
[laughing]
Fools! You fell right into my trap.
Mona, why did you betray us?
Why did you betray me?
Raph, free the others.
[grunting]
Ahh! Whoa!
[grunting] [screeching]
[grunting]
Leo!
[grunting] [menacing laughter]
Come on, bro, snap out of it.
You're pathetic.
[grunts]
[menacing laughter]
[grunting]
[groans]
[laughs]
Why?
[ominous music]
Once I discovered the Red Turtle had a thing
for the Salamandrian female,
the plan came easily.
Hey, who hacked their intergalactic love-mail?
Armaggon.
Who captured the big lizard? Armaggon.
All right, we get it.
Just saying.
[groans]
Raph, what happened back there?
Whoa, hold up, Leo.
Raph just took the worst kind of punch:
One to the heart... squish, squish.
What are you gonna do with us, Lord Bug-breath?
First, I desire the fragments of the Black Hole Machine.
You're too late, Dregg.
The Triceratons have them.
What?
Wait! Where is the other Turtle?
All the way across the galaxy, Dregg.
Donatello is bringing an army of Salamandrians as we speak.
Nobody messes with Donatello.
- Ahh! - Um,
I really don't think this is a normal reaction.
'Cause, like, my brain is weird.
Hold still, D. Fugitoid's on this.
Oh, dear, this is horrifically bad.
Can you save him, Professor?
Cure the sting of a Xaxx bee,
one of the rarest venoms in the known universe?
Why, yes. Yes, I can, actually.
[groaning]
You promised to discuss the terms of our home world.
We trusted your word, Dregg.
Indeed you did.
Come, let us speak in private.
Armaggon, keep your eye on our dinner guests.
[chuckles]
And don't eat them.
Ah, you always take the fun out of everything, Dregg.
[sighs]
[gasps]
Fugitoid, you did it.
I'm my old handsome self again. Thank you!
I thought I'd lost you for a minute there.
[lovestruck sigh]
Wait. Wa... wa... wait, wait.
Have we heard from the others?
Their come are down;
We have to assume they were captured.
We were just formulating a rescue plan.
It will be virtually impossible to evade all of Dregg's minions.
But we have to try. We can do it.
Hey, Professor, that anti-venom you treated
my sting with... gives me an idea.
Now that you have the Turtles,
you must relinquish our home world.
Call off your fleet!
Do not order Lord Dregg!
Not when your planet is beneath my armada.
You promised you would not attack Salamandria
if we brought... the Turtles.
Well, you brought them, and I released your Commander.
But no planetary invasion? I don't think so.
You fiend! What have we done?
You have no honor, insect.
[menacing laughter]
- Hello! Whoo-hoo! La-la! - Hey, buggy freaks, Whoo!
[all screeching]
- [gasps] - [grunts]
[grunts]
[screeching]
Donatello, your plan
to turn the anti-venom into a bug spray was brilliant.
Yeah, that's right. I'm bad!
Just save some for the castle.
Wanna eat those Turtles.
So hungry. Turtles look delicious.
[crackling] Yeah. Yahoo!
[crackling, shattering]
Ah! You gotta be pulling my fin.
- Now, Mikey! Go! - Wah!
[all grunting]
Goongala!
Raph, we gotta fight.
Huh?
[grunts]
[groans]
[sighs]
[grunts]
Enough!
[all grunting]
[screaming]
No!
[screaming]
[growling]
[grunting]
- You vile monster! - [laughing]
[gasps]
[grunting]
Raphael!
[grunting]
Ahh!
[screaming]
[grunts]
Um, are we in some kinda giant bug belly?
[groaning]
It's way cozier than a Kraang Worm stomach.
Trust me on that.
[growling]
What the?
[growling]
[roaring]
Or maybe not.
Nothing ever survives a Scorpinoid. They'll be dead soon.
Rokka.
[grunts]
Nice try.
[both grunting]
Foolish!
Now I will have Salamandrian to feast upon instead.
And as for your planet?
A literal smorgasbord.
Today Dregg wins.
Yes, go, Dregg!
Go, Dregg, go! Go, Dregg, go!
- Yeah, go, Dregg, go! - This is bad.
Hmm, I think Armaggon might be able to help us out.
[grunting]
[all grunting]
Ahh!
[screeching]
[grunts]
Get it together, Raph!
[panting]
[whispering] Just like our training, April.
[grunts]
Hold up, Dregg. I didn't throw it.
You aquatic simpleton.
[grunts]
Get off of me, you freak.
[grunts]
[grunting]
[groans]
You guys okay?
We have failed you, Donatello.
[lasers pinging]
[grunts]
Guys, up here!
[all grunting]
[growling]
Ahh!
[grunting]
What?
[gasps]
[grunting]
[laughing]
- Uh-oh. [Grunts] - Sacrilege!
Little help!
[grunting]
[grunts]
Oh!
[groans]
[roars]
I made a terrible mistake.
And I intend to rectify it.
[all grunting]
- Ha! I'm gonna enjoy this. - I don't think you will.
[dramatic music]
[grunts]
[grunting]
Ahh!
Everybody, that way. Go!
[growling]
Ah!
[screaming]
[belches]
[grunting]
I'm so sorry I did not tell you the truth, Raphael.
I trusted you more than anyone in the galaxy.
And you betrayed me!
[growls]
[dramatic music]
We gotta get off this giant beehive.
I am remotely preparing Ulxes for take off.
Unleash the Scorpinoid!
[music]
[roars]
You will not escape!
- Turtles, go. Get to your ship. - We'll hold them off.
[roars]
Are you crazy? What about your planet?
- Your people? - Go.
Save your world.
And, Raphael,
I will always love you.
[both grunting]
Rokka rokka!
You love me?
- Huh... she loves me. - Uh-oh. I know that look.
[yelling]
[grunting, yelping]
Ahh!
[grunting]
Ahh!
[groaning]
Mona!
[grunting]
[screeching]
[grunting]
[grunting, yelping]
[both grunting]
[belches]
[grunting]
[groans]
- Ahh! - No fair, no fair.
[robotic voice] I'll destroy you, Turtle.
I'll destroy you all.
[grunting]
[roars]
Mona!
[panting]
Mona.
[roars]
[laser fires]
[groans]
I love remote control.
Whoa. Fugitoid, you are so metal.
Why, actually, yes, I am... and a plastic fiber compound.
[all screeching]
[groans]
You'll be okay, Mona. You'll pull through.
[echoes]
[groaning]
Hey there, sleepy head.
Do not fret, my dear. Soon you'll be feeling 100%.
Brave Turtle warriors,
we ask for something impossible:
Your forgiveness.
Ugh.
I'm... so sorry, Raphael.
Will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?
[music]
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