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These pizza pots are amazing.

Can I double my order?

Not only is Chef Lombe. Just give us a moment.

I'm adding your special ingredients just for your clientele.

Your restaurant is going to be the talk of the town.

Sounds great. If I don't eat them all myself.

Well, here they are, matey.

Guaranteed to slay with flavor.

Not so fast. What?

Your mystic poison puffs are off this menu.

Poison? But it's so delicious.

Didn't you hear me? They're dangerous.

This isn't a restaurant supplier. It's your old rival, Rupert Swaggart. Or

should I say, Meat Sweat.

First illusion with delicious puffs. Then sells your poison ones to ruin your

business. He was going to do it to all his old rivals. Dude, they're poison.

Yes, and I'd have got away with it. It's up to you, you pesky turtle.

The Red Angel of Preventing Harm saves the day.

No thanks to my lame bros who again flaked on the mission.

Seriously?

Hello?

Anyone gonna thank Raph for saving New York by himself?

Again? While everyone else was asleep and not helping?

Yeah, that's what I felt.

Guess I'll have Donnie analyze these in case there's any more out there.

If he ever bothers to wake up.

What?

Mmm, delicious.

As you know, I don't normally express emotion, but that's good.

It's like a thousand angels on each of my taste buds.

Guys, what are you doing? Those things have mystic poison. I clearly wrote

danger. Do not eat. Oh, we didn't fall for that old chestnut.

Selfish Raph trying to keep us from eating his pizza puffs. What?

That doesn't lie. Oh, really?

How about when you tell us training starts an hour earlier because you know

we're always late? Or when you told Mikey that if he doesn't take out the

a trash monster will eat him in his sleep?

I only do that because you guys are irresponsible.

I can't trust you to do simple stuff like show up for a mission and not eat

poison. What poison? I don't feel anything. Meat sweats put a mystic toxin

into... Are you sweating?

Yeah, a little, but only because my hand is on fire.

See? Right as rain.

Typical overprotective rap. Worried about nothing.

See?

It got you, too.

What? Just a little case of jelly bone?

I'll be fine.

You know, come to think of it, I do have a bit of an upset stomach.

Maybe I didn't get enough to eat.

Don't eat that.

Oh, yeah, gross. It's been on the floor. And it's poison!

Uh -huh.

Assuming we believe you, color me skeptical, my goggles will spot any...

that is a lot of mystic.

Okay, I better analyze this puff and see if I can whip up an antidote. Now

you're talking sense. Or we take one last ride on the flavor train.

No!

No, that was our last chance to find a cure.

You're going to have jelly bones forever.

Relax. Raph will fix it.

I'm Raph.

This is the problem. You guys expect me to solve everything, but we'll never be

a strong team unless you learn to solve things yourself.

And that starts today.

Now, who's got an idea on how we can track down meat sweats and find an

antidote?

Oh, you mean us?

Yes! Okay, fine. You know what? My super tongue already found a clue. In that

pup, I tasted a special flower only available at one Swedish bakery.

Great, Raph, check it out. And hurry up, because I think my stomach is getting

worse.

Won't you listen?

I'm trying to teach you to solve things yourself.

All right, I'll drive.

You sure you want me to do this?

I don't feel so hot.

Oh, there we go.

We need to know where Meat Sweats is. And you're the team's face man.

Get in there and do what you do best.

Face.

Hey,

buddy. I'm from the, oh, I don't know, Swedish Chef Awards. And I'm here to

some kind of golden rolling pin. Nice. But I just need you to fill out a simple

questionnaire. And anyway, hey, what's the worst group of swagger?

Ah, the coveted golden rolling pin.

Sir Rupert's address is written on a note under that stack of plates.

And if you just move them to the sink, I will retrieve it.

The stack on the right or the left?

Never mind, I'll get both.

So,

about

that address...

You can take this sweaty apron that Rupert Draggert left behind.

What are we going to do now? All Leo got out of that chef was this sweaty

apron.

Calm down, Tommy Tello. Calm down.

Don't worry.

Raph's going to bail us out like he always does.

I'm Raph, and I'm not bailing you out. These guys are lost without me. Maybe I

should help them.

Make them do it themselves.

It's the only way they'll learn. But they're just kids.

And you can make them men!

Hey, bud, did you eat one of these puffs? Tommy Tallow, hungry!

What? You have more of those?

No, that was the last one.

Okay, that was the last one.

Come on, guys, you can do this!

Is the apron a clue?

Maybe Donnie could run some kind of spectroscopic analysis?

Why would I waste my time with fake science when I could just use the smell

-lator?

Beast West is definitely to the east.

Ah, how fascinating and varied are the robust scents of New York City. Oh, oh,

no, not the garbage strike.

These smells are upsetting Tummy Tello. Turn!

No, no, no, she's aging, district.

Meat Sweat's stank seems to be coming from... Okay,

Raph. Time to smash your way aboard and make Meat Sweat give you the antidote.

Mikey, I'm in the tank.

What part about solving this yourselves don't you understand?

Well, boys, it's on us.

But first, how about some pizza pops?

Stop eating the poison!

Okay, meaty sweetie.

Hand over the antidote. Preferably inside some of those exquisite pizza

You look all right, miss.

Serves you right for monkeying with the plan to ruin me rival's restaurant.

What say we even the score?

You're throwing to right, hell!

I gotta get in there.

No, they'll never learn if you always help them, Raph. But I can't just sit

here. This is for their own good.

I'd have you for dinner, but you look like three lumps of spoiled meat.

We'd never be able to do this without Raph. Believe in yourself.

Guys, Tummy Tello's right.

Leo, give me the rest of your pizza puffs. Well, I don't have any more.

Oh, man, those really are the last ones.

Oh, my.

Those are delicious.

Oh no!

What's happening to this little piggy?

That

must

be the antidote! Leo, save us with my jelly bones!

And vile snag!

It's been my honor serving with you, Tummy Teller. I'll always be with you.

Wait, uh, let's talk this over.

Just a little tip, hey, my chummy wubbies?

Ah, a moral quandary.

Do we give the antidote to the villain, or... Poison, antidote,

everything he makes is delicious!

I knew you guys could do it. No, you didn't. I did.

Oh, you want to go?

Bring it.

Rap will take care of it.

Oh, that's much better.