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Dr. Honeycutt: My name is Honeycutt,
although I've been reclassified as The Fugitoid.
A freak accident caused my mind
to be transferred into the body of a robot.
Find that Fugitoid!
I am being hunted down
by some rather uncouth gentleman
from my own government
who want to force me
to build my intergalactic teleportal device
as a weapon of mass destruction.
But I was aided
by four strange-looking green fellows
who fortuitously materialized out of nowhere.
They helped me escape the Federation ruffians,
only to have me captured
by the Federation's sworn enemies, the Triceratons.
Help! I'm being robo-napped!
Oh, dear. But what became of my friends after that?
I have no idea.
Michelangelo: Ooh! Ooh! I know! I know!
We were trying to rescue Professor Honeycutt.
We followed him into his Triceraton bunker,
only it wasn't exactly a bunker.
We're in space?
And it wasn't exactly full of air.
And I'm not exactly sure
how much longer we're gonna be alive!
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
Turtles, count it off!
1, 2, 3, 4!
- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Mutant chain reaction ♪
- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Livin' underground ♪
- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Ninjitsu action ♪
- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ It's a shell of a town ♪
Turtles, count it off!
- One! - ♪ Live by the code of the martial arts ♪
- Two! - ♪ Never fight unless someone else starts ♪
- Three! - ♪ Always stick together no matter what ♪
- Four! - ♪ If all else fails, then it's time to kick butt ♪
- ♪ I love bein' ♪ - ♪ I love bein' ♪
♪ I love bein' a turtle ♪
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
Turtles, count it off!
1, 2, 3, 4!
- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ There's no one better ♪
- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Watch out for Shredder ♪
- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ They're like no others ♪
- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Those teenage brothers ♪
- 1, 2, 3, 4! - 1, 2, 3, 4!
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
( echoing ) ♪ Turtles, Turtles ♪
Ah, Professor Honeycutt.
You honor us with your esteemed presence.
Oh, why, thank you. I...wait!
How do you know who I am?
We learned your identity from an old friend of yours.
( snorts ) General Blanque.
We know you hold the secret of the ultimate weapon
inside that robot brain of yours,
and the Triceraton Republic will have it
one way or another.
Ensign, I want this scout ship inventoried
and inspected for damage when we land.
The hull's been breached.
Sir, stowaways!
This chamber had no atmosphere.
They can't possibly be alive.
Get your paws off me,
you ugly three-horned dinosaur.
Alive! But how?
It's called Chi Gung, internal breathing.
Our ninja training teaches us
how to slow our breath and heart rate
enabling us to survive the loss of atmosphere,
for a while anyway.
I don't know about you, bros,
but now I'm ready for a taste of good old oxygen.
( inhales, coughs )
Oxygen? We Triceratons
breath a hearty mixture of nitrogen and sulfur.
( coughing )
Take them away for interrogation
and get me four atmosphere converters.
Behold! The Triceraton home world!
Glorious, is it not?
Come. The High Council awaits.
I can offer you protection from your Federation pursuers,
plus full rights as a citizen of the Triceraton Republic.
You'll need no longer be a fugitive robot.
That's very kind of you, Prime Leader Zanramon,
but I cannot in good conscience
build a device that could potentially be used
for such destructive purposes.
You will be crushed into submission!
I mean... ( clears throat ) My friend,
the Triceratons only seek stability, not conquest.
Your teleportal will be a weapon of peace, not war.
I only wish I could believe that.
Please excuse us, Prime Leader,
but we found something on the scout ship.
This had better be good, Ensign.
Put it onscreen.
We discovered these stowaways in the hold and--
The turtles? Here? How?
You know these creatures?
Please don't harm them.
As you wish.
Keep the creatures alive, Ensign...
for now.
Let's skip the diplomacy, shall we?
You have one orbital cycle
to begin work on your teleportal.
If you refuse, your friends will be executed!
1, 2, 3, 4!
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
1, 2, 3, 4!
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
Prisoners, move out!
Hey, watch it!
Aah!
Aah! Have mercy, please!
No! Please don't take me to the games!
Anything but the games!
Let me go!
Okay, I'll bite.
What are the games?
Pray you never find out, alien!
Fresh meat ready for processing!
Prisoners, step back with your hands up.
Aah!
Aah!
- Aah! - Aah!
Inside, alien scum!
Who are you calling alien, dinobeak?
Uh-uh-uh.
Your boss wants us alive.
Aah!
I can make you wish you weren't!
Move it out! Chow time!
Fine! I'm so hungry, I can't think straight.
And here I thought you were just born that way.
Oh, a wise guy. Uh!
( roar )
( laughs ) Oops.
No one touches Rhinock!
Hey!
Raph, we gotta keep a low profile.
( laughs )
You don't want to mess with Rhinock.
He's the king of this cell block.
I'd make nice with him if I were you.
Now remember, desserts are the main commodity on the inside.
You can use them to buy and sell just about anything.
No way anyone's getting my dessert!
You! Wax detail.
I wanna see that floor shine.
Those are the desserts over there.
That's the floor wax dispenser.
Floor wax? ( gags )
Not off to a good start, are we?
It will get worse when they realize
your friend just hurled in the salad bar.
( vomits )
( moaning )
What am I to do?
If I build my teleportal,
I can help the turtles return to their home planet.
On the other hand,
I can't put the most dangerous weapon in the galaxy
in the hands of those horrible Triceratons.
Yet I can't let them execute those poor little fellows.
Oh, I should have never designed
the teleportal device in the first place.
We need to step up our escape plan.
I got spoons. What did you guys swipe?
I got a cup.
I got some floor wax.
Uh, uh, I got a rock?
Oh, right. Like we're gonna use floor wax to bust out of here!
Maybe. If my theory is correct about its chemical composition,
mix this with a little soot,
add a drop of moisture,
and you've got a crude but effective smoke bomb.
Yes! I love it when I'm right.
I been timing the cell block gate.
Once it's opened, there's a five second delay
before the lock resets.
Once we get past that, we can access the drainage system.
That'll get us into the exercise yard.
From there we stick to the shadows
and scale the outer wall.
We still need to lift a guard's key card.
That'll require a distraction.
Finally, something I'm good at.
Then it's settled. We go tonight.
1, 2, 3, 4!
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
1, 2, 3, 4!
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
All right, I wrapped the smoke bomb in a damp cloth.
It'll act like a fuse
delaying the chemical reaction by about six hours.
Showtime, bros.
Hold up! We got trouble.
Give it up, weaklings!
Hand over yours, freak.
Who you calling freak, freak?
No one touches Rhinock!
Raph, wait. Don't!
Hyah!
Wait. This should be good.
Rhinock! Rhinock!
Rhinock! Rhinock!
Rhinock! Rhinock!
( all gasp )
Green guy! Green Guy!
Green guy! Green guy!
Green guy!
These shellbacks have spunk.
They'll make prime candidates for the games.
( roar )
I've seen enough!
Take him to solitary!
Get your hands off me!
All right, Plan B.
We can still make it into the drainage system from solitary.
We just need to spring Raph first.
But how do we get close enough to a guard to swipe his key card?
If a prisoner's really sick,
they have to take him to the infirmary, right?
How do you make that convincing?
Huh? No! No way!
Oh, come on, guys!
Help! Help! Guard!
Guards, we need help!
Help, guards! My brother's really sick!
Fools! That trick won't work in here!
( vomits )
Disgusting.
( alarm buzzes ) Code Red! Cafeteria!
Repeat, Code Red! Cafeteria!
I'll deal with you filth later!
Did you grab their key card, Donny?
I thought you were gonna get it!
( coughs )
Raph better appreciate this.
I'm not touching that key card.
At least not any more than I have to.
Five seconds till the lock resets.
( belch )
Move!
( groans ) You try moving after losing your lunch!
Now if I read my Triceratonese correctly,
this should be where they're holding Raph.
Uh, maybe we should see what's behind door number two?
Ha! At least it's not a total loss.
Hey, what do you think?
That I don't wanna know where those brushes have been.
Not exactly katanas, but--
( pounding on door )
What took you guys so long?
Something came up. (stomach rumbles )
Actually, a lot of something came up.
Trust me, you don't wanna know.
You bring me a weapon at least?
Come on. We can access the drainage system this way.
Professor Honeycutt, your time is up.
Now watch as the first of your friends
is executed before your very eyes.
You could have saved them.
Gone? Guards!
Congratulations, guys!
We just made early release.
1, 2, 3, 4!
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
1, 2, 3, 4!
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪
Subdue the prisoners!
I said subdue the prisoners!
- Aah! - Aah!
( both laugh )
Not so tough without your little shock button, are you?
Yuck!
What do you know?
These things clean all kinds of toilets.
Hyah!
Yee-haw! Hiyo, Triceraton, away!
Hey, not bad for a bunch of cleaning supplies.
- Yikes! - Whoa!
Set your blasters on stun.
The Prime Leader wants them alive!
If we're gonna go down,
we're gonna take a piece of them with us!
Word's come down from the top.
They're to be shipped off to the games.
So what exactly are these games?
For you off-worlders, certain doom!
( laughs )
( cheering )
You know, I'm really starting to miss The Shredder
right about now.
( theme music playing )
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