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Guys, guys, get a photo of me dropping a hibernator on Big Spikey and Big Blinky

and Jolly Green Torch Guy.

His family needs to learn more about his hometown, which is why I entered us in

a citywide photo scavenger hunt.

And we're gonna win!

So what do we win when we win?

Three creds. The only currency that matters in this city.

And we'll do it with our special brand of teamwork.

Where my brothers do the work, but we share equal credit.

Can we hurry this along?

I left sloppy Joseph in charge of my kitchen.

Yeah, that's on you, Barry.

Okay, team.

What? Second.

Donnie, what did you do?

Big Mama!

Ladies and gentlemen, it's the moment you've been waiting for. My long

-promised, fantastic win bag.

Battle Nexus, New York.

I'm sorry, whiz -bang New York, what, what, what?

Miles, help me, boo! My bloodthirsty audience is paying top didgeridoo to

you get destroyed by Battle Neck, champion!

Uh, we didn't sign up for this.

Did April sign us up for this?

Hmm. April, did you?

Wait, what have you done with April?

Interactive! And dead!

Not to worry. The people of New York are in the palm of my hand, all properly

pacified inside this mystic thingamajig.

by this pool forever and not ask a single question about how I got here.

these rays.

Where does one procure a pendulous cranial shield?

Howdy, stranger.

Would you like some lemonade? I always make enough for new friends.

Thank you, Shaggy Rodent.

This lemon liquid is... You're Todd!

I remember you! Wait!

I know this mind -passifying magic.

Big Mama is behind this.

Your task is simple. Defeat my champions and you win your city back. Fail and

you lose it all.

What? I have only one question. How dare you?

It's okay, guys.

We got this. As long as the Mad Dogs are together, we can teamwork through

anything.

Well, of course you silly billies can work together.

Just not how you think.

Each of you is linked to an enemy, and you'll need to work together to complete

a challenge against one of my battle -next -to -champions.

Enjoy wrestling, my troll.

Lose, and I'll add your flattened body booths to my hotel rug collection.

I'm tag team partners with Ghost Bear?

Thank you, Big Mama!

Oh, fluffy poo.

The only way to break your bond is to win or die.

You two must satisfy my two -headed snake's endless appetite.

Or it's you chefs who become lunch.

Did you not hear the handsome granny in the sky?

Sure did.

We're in trouble, baby!

This is your champion? You forgot to add water.

Burn! Nailed it!

My fright has never smiled and has a wicked temper.

Make her laugh, or she'll burn you worse than a well -timed joke.

Pun intended.

Make her laugh? That's my thing.

You know why sharks don't eat clowns? They taste funny.

Cortex is the smartest yokai in the Hidden City.

And the cruelest.

Lose and he keeps the turtle in his collection of game pieces.

Cooch over, Hypno. Chess is my domain.

Oh, no.

Well played, Big Mama.

Oh, no.

If any of you somehow win your battle evening, come.

to my hotel and set your people free.

Do be sporting, chap, and put on a fantastic show for us.

My subscribers are paying me a fortune to watch you all suffer.

Now, on with Battle Nexus New York!

ever. You all must stop consuming this citrus paradise and wake up! This is an

illusion! I don't know.

Todd's lemonade especial tastes pretty real to me.

And magical!

I promise.

No! We are trapped inside Big Mama's mystic orb.

Look at where we are and who we're with.

How did we get here? Where are the turtles?

Who even likes foot recruit?

Huh? Well, I guess now that you mention it, it is a little odd. Stop trying to

ruin a good thing, Draxum. I'm a parent of four teenage boys.

I need this. Then let us cheers to fun in the sun.

Doctor!

My friends! My son!

My BFFs! My enemies!

Okay,

Cotton. Here's our plan.

Hey,

Ghost Bear, why'd you push me?

Ladies, that's the game ends when trolls squish you, not me.

It's time to eat.

You might want to hurry up.

Your steak's beginning to look awfully hungry.

I'm blending as fast as I can.

A dash of dill weed.

A pinch of parsley flakes.

Just a touch of olive oil.

Just feed the beasties.

They've no palate for pine cuisine.

Nuh -uh -uh. It was your old cooking show that taught me.

Flavor matters.

Even if it doesn't sell my cookbook.

So. My chief chiropractor told me I should try sleeping on my back.

Uh -oh.

I've disappointed enough women in my life to know that face. We need to up

game here. Come on, I'm trying my best here.

Wow, your best is terrible.

If my brother were here, we would have made her laugh by now.

Well, he's not.

And neither are my brothers because Big Mama tied us up to jerks like you. And

if we don't work together, we're all toast.

I know. I don't care about your brother. They're stupid.

For Donnie's honor.

Hey, just quietly. Full disclosure. I don't know

the laws of the sport.

Oh, for the love of...

We have to work together on this.

We are

doomed.

It's time to tap out.

Hey, I don't have any posters of Ghost Bear giving up.

Remember when you won Noble Knockout 5?

It's where you introduce your famous move.

The hibernator. You know what I'm getting at?

That idea is, how you say, cowabunga.

There aren't only eliminated.

They're destroyed.

No. Oh, my gosh.

No. No.

Oh,

my gosh.

My son lost and is gone forever.

Barry, whatever you got to do to get us out of this mystic trap, now's the time.

We got butts to kick.

This ship is surrounded by a powerful mystic membrane.

I cannot unlock an exit from here, but perhaps if we reach the bottom... Leap

faith!

Oh, look, a ladder.

Mikey hits harder than you! That looks terrible on you! Your hair is a

Physical comedy. Pain is always funny.

Carl, follow the lead.

Never. Then hit me. Brand new peepers with your pointy pincers.

I was already going to do that before you even said it.

What? Right?

Don't got him.

What is this, improv? That's a bargain bin of comedy.

You're hilarious.

And a Jerry Lewis on top.

We do have fun, huh?

Huh? Made you laugh.

Bye -bye now.

We need to work together and satisfy their appetite. Trust me, one satisfying

dish is all we need to win this challenge.

Oh, no. I forget how to spice it. Help me.

A sprinkle of paprika should unleash the flavor.

Genius.

Huh?

What? I knew it. Just like me and Rat fighting over the last slice of pizza.

Hmm.

No, come on.

You claim your own king. You surrender.

We are victorious, Hypno. I'm the king of Shackles.

That's what I've been talking about. Put that away.

You're embarrassing yourself, Hypno.

Hello, victorious Binglebee.

Oh, no.

Congratulations on defeating my champion.

Or three of them, at least.

Rare hibernator move.

We played your dum -dum game. Now give us your dum -dum orb so we can go back

our dum -dum life.

Wait, that last part wasn't right. Sorry, from the top. We played your dum

- Silence!

Yes, my dearies. I don't like how clever you've all been, so I'm altering the

terms at the last second.

I only visited your home to play my little game, but I rather like this

than I think I'll be keeping it. New York City will be my new battle nexus

arena. And its people, my expendable content.

Think again, Big Mama. New York is our house, and we got you outnumbered six to

one.

Villains, am I right? You get it.

Pity. You three alone could never defeat me.

This will be easy -weezy.

Yeah, the thing about that is, us four work together, even when we're apart.

See, for as long as I can remember, we've endured Raph's obsession with pro

wrestling. So we know that his all -time favorite special move is... A classic

fake -out where he pretends to lose, and just when the opponent's distracted, he

hoots in like a boss with his... Hibernator!

Hibernator!

Come on, Raph! You're making us look bad in front of Big Mom!

The red ones? The white?

No! I will have this city!

Shadow Fiend!

A

weak spot.

That's a wreckage!

Stand back!

Traff was expecting more of a fight. So after our fake losing at the bridge, and

Ghost Bear ditched me, I swam to the lair and grabbed your stuff.

Now, let's show Big Mama why you don't mess with New York City.

You'll never take the orb from my champion.

But I'll enjoy watching you try.

We are free!

What? What?

Huh, April?

What, recruit?

The people of New York are still in there!

Guys,

what's our plan?

Retrieve me the orb and I can free your people. I don't think so.

Find me some time.

Oh, we'll cover you. Come

on,

come

on, come on.

Ignore the turtles. Follow the warrior alchemist.

Not that now.

No!

You dub and bugly think you've won, don't you?

I thought that was obvious. It's over, Big Mama.

Your bodyguard ain't here no more.

Ha! My champion can never be beaten.

Shadow Fiend!

No!

There is no Shadow Fiend.

Only...

Destroy your enemy!

Blue, quickly, make a portal!

Come with us, Big Mama.

There is still good in you.

I cut it up again.

The turtles are of

no concern to us. But you enslaved my master. Now you will lose everything.

I'd run if I were you.