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Thank you, New York! Good night!

Boo!

Do we rock or do we rock?

You just rocked half of downtown right out of bed, stealth boy.

Actually, that was our best time yet on the east side rooftop run. Great job.

Uh, it don't count. Not without Donnie.

Yeah, it's totally weird sans the D-Man. He hasn't left the lair in, like, forever.

He feels responsible for what happened to Master Splinter.

I guess we're just gonna have to get used to being a threesome for a while.

Ah, the sweet sound of trouble.

Couple of punks in need of a ninja-style smackdown.

Grr!

Or maybe it's a bunch of heavily armed purple dragons.

Grr. Pretty sparklies.

Look what crawled out to play.

Hun, should've known.

Lucky you, we have some new toys.

Grr!

Oh, no!

Oh, yeah, the turtles are...

Grr!

Sure could use some of Donnie's big brain text-pertise right about now.

No prob. I got him on speed shell.

Ha ha. That first step's a doozy.

Pain in my shell.

You know, maybe we ought to just let them rob this place. Check it out.

Grr!

This must be some kind of front for a foot operation.

That's right. I took them down, and now I'll take you down.

Outnumbered and surrounded. Great.

It's Donnie to the rescue!

Come on, let's get the shell outta here!

Cut it a little close there, bro.

Beggars can't be choosers, bro.

April? Where's Don?

The lair. I was taking the copter out for a shakedown when he forwarded me your call.

He said he was busy.

Hey, genius, how's it going?

Oh, what was that? How are we?

Oh, uh, we had a great night getting our shells handed to us. Thanks for asking.

Donatello, we called.

I know, but I found more of Master Splinter's data bits.

They're in the data dump of some Texas paper factory's mainframe.

I have to get to them before they're expunged from the system.

Or who knows when they'll turn up again.

Don, the purple dragons and the Foot are fighting again.

The last time they went to war, the city was torn apart.

We can't just let that happen.

And this time, the dragons have some kind

of new advanced weaponry, which is why we...

Sorry, Leo, but it's not my problem.

What?

As long as Master Splinter is lost in cyberspace, this is my job.

Finding his bits and bringing him back.

Nothing else matters.

I won't let you down, father. I promise.

This news is disturbing, Khan.

How does a lowly dog like Han continue to wreak havoc among our ranks?

My lord's friends, I have a great news for you.

Commander, the purple dragons have actively sought new weapons in their war against us.

We are no match for this new technology.

It is unlikely Han could develop the weapons you describe on his own.

I will find out who is behind his newfound strength.

The Purple Dragons

Best money I ever spent.

Thanks to you, no one can stand against the purple dragons.

Especially not the foot.

I aim to please Han.

As long as I get paid.

Hmm...

Baxter Stockman.

Baxter Stockman in a new cybernetic vessel.

Perfectly suited for my escape into the real world.

So let's hack into the old foot database and find

the next treasure vault out there for you to rob.

Their encryption is so weak, you could break it with a calculator and a paperclip.

Brilliant, arrogant Stockman.

It seems you have forgotten who your master is.

Security breach!

Stockman!

You belong to me, body and soul Stockman.

Especially body.

The shredder, but how?

Ah, if it isn't my old lackey Han.

No, this can't be. Get out of my body.

Silence worm.

I have been trapped for too long in my virtual prison.

This cybernetic body means my freedom.

Had I known you were capable of such fine work

Stockman, I would have treated you better.

Really?

No.

Of course this vessel could use some improvements.

No.

What are you doing? Stop!

More dragons in that place than roaches at Falafel Fills. This ain't gonna be easy.

Yeah, especially since we're one turtle short.

We don't have much choice. We have to take down

the dragons before they tear the city apart.

With or without Don.

No, that's a negative.

Nope, no.

Uh-uh.

Any of you guys have the key to this restricted area? I can't find mine.

Bingo!

Now to get to Don number two.

World's worst ninjas. But that ain't for us.

Baxter Stockman?

Turtles, help! The Shredder's taken over my cybernetic body. It isn't...

Turtles, fate smiles on me this day.

Fate smiling doesn't sound very Stockman-y.

Stockman is gone. Today the Shredder is reborn.

Your doom is at hand, worms!

Okay, how about I make you a new body? A bigger

one, with all the razor-sharp features you like.

Silence, idiot. The turtle shall perish this day.

You've always been crazy, Shreddy Bear. But the two-for-one is a new twist.

Works for me. I can kick two butts with one foot.

I don't think so.

Hey, Stockman, you want to help or don't you?

Sorry, but I just had that back-panel servo installed last week. It's imported.

I'm going to smash you to pieces.

Take pride that for once in your life, Stockman, you built something of value.

Tear that traitor apart!

Oh, crud.

Traitor? Interesting choice of words coming from you, hon.

I'm getting sick of playing turtle in the middle between these boneheads.

Especially since the Shredder went from cyber to cyborg.

We need a way to get the Shredder out of that body.

That must be it.

What?

The data dump.

Not much time left to scan those bits of Master Splinter.

Master Splinter!

Father, I can't let those bits be swallowed by that dump or they may be lost forever!

Can't put a dent in them! How can we stop something like that?

This is really going to scratch the painting. Time to pull the ripcord.

How the shell did that happen?

Manual eject. A last resort.

I've learned to never get too comfortable in a body. Follow me!

All right, Stockman, start talking. Just what are we up against here?

Fools! You cannot hide from me!

Long story short, it's a dreadful bore being a brain in a jar.

So I negotiated a deal with Hun to construct a new

body in exchange for my technological expertise.

But had I known the Shredder was back and had taken this

new cyber form, I would have taken additional precautions.

Blah, blah, blah. Just tell us how to take him down!

If this new cyber Shredder is as powerful as you say he is,

then his digital consciousness would likely be too large

to upload completely into my body's onboard circuitry,

meaning he must still be anchored somewhere in cyberspace.

If we could sever his connection, I may be able

to regain control of the body and lock him out.

There's a mainframe link in Hun's office. With a bit of time,

I might be able to find the cyber connection and break it.

Then we'll buy you the time you need.

Too bad Don's in cyberspace. This is just the kind of geek stuff he's great at.

There! The mainframe.

Watch my back.

Uh, you don't really have a back.

I have always known it was your fate to perish by my hand, turtles.

Those are my hands.

More hacking, less yakking!

Tell me he missed the computer that's gonna save our shells!

This ends now!

Your end is near, turtles!

We'll hold them off. See what you can do!

I'm a genius, not a miracle worker!

Processor's dead. Wireless seems to be working.

Wait, didn't someone say the smart one was online?

If I recalibrate the computer board to sync up to the

wireless signal, perhaps I can get a message to him.

It may be our only chance.

You are as spineless as ever, Stockman.

Raph! Hot potato!

I'll bet Einstein's head on it.

Einstein never dealt with distractions like these.

Come on, come on!

It's working! I can get a message through!

Too little, too late!

Just have to secure a transmission link.

Donatello, emergency transmission!

Baxter Stockman? Is that you? How did you...

There's no time! Follow my instructions to the

letter, or your brothers are going to be shredded!

I compliment Stockman with the tactile senses you've developed.

I will actually feel it when I tear this one from his shell!

Now, perish!

Did I miss something?

I already lost my father! I'm not losing my brothers, too!

Hurry! Fasten me back in before he regains control!

Rebooting firewalls!

Calibrating system protections!

The shredder's been eradicated from my system!

Stockman! My brothers!

You're the smart one!

I was so close! I almost had those data bits!

But when Stockman got through and showed me you guys in trouble like that...

Well, it made me realize... Master Splinter may be gone for now, but you're still here.

And I haven't been here for you. I'm sorry, guys. I won't let you down again.

So what happened to Master Splinter's bits?

They collapsed into a high-speed data stream.

It'll take a while, but I should be able to find them again.

Assuming you guys aren't in the middle of getting your shells cracked.

Thanks for watching!