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A message from Professor Honeycutt

to the Utrom high council.

My dear friends, by the time

you receive this, I shall be gone.

This morning, a sub-space viewing device

planted on the Earth, alerted me

to the planet's imminent fate.

As you know, both the Triceratons

and the Federation want the plans

for my tele-portal device so that they may use it

to further their war of annihilation

against each other.

They will destroy the Earth in their hunt for me.

I have calculated and recalculated

the probabilities, and there is only

one sure solution.

I must erase all information pertaining to the tele-portal

and then surrender myself to the enemy.

I know the risks are high and there is a 95.6% certainty

that I will not return.

But I beseech you, do not try to stop me.

For it is, as they say, greater love

has no robot than this, that he lay down his RAM

for his friends.

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

- Turtles, count it off! - 1, 2, 3, 4!

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Mutant chain reaction ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Livin' underground ♪

- ♪ Turtles! ♪ - ♪ Ninjutsu 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 ♪

Triceraton: Order from Prime Leader:

All units return to shuttle.

We are withdrawing. Repeat, withdrawing.

Well guys, that's that.

The Triceratons are leaving. We did it.

You know, saving the human race

gives me a warm fuzzy feeling

deep down in my shell.

Reporter: Reports are coming in from all across the world,

the Triceratons are pulling out.

It is over. Earth has been spared.

And while authorities still aren't sure

why the Triceratons came or what it was exactly

that they were after, one thing is for sure,

it's good to be alive.

Wow.

Don, the last thing we need right now

is to be the center of attention.

Leo, we're flying an 80-ton Imperial Space Cruiser

down 5th Avenue.

It's a little hard to keep it on the down low.

( phone ringing )

This is the Mikey party line, what up?

- Michelangelo? - Professor Honeycutt?

No way. Hang on, I'll put you on speaker.

We were just talking about you.

Your ears must be burning.

Not so. My ears are a steel alloy.

It would have to be over 25,000 degrees Fahrenheit

for combustion to occur.

That's not exactly what I meant.

Professor, your interstellar signal is so clear.

It sounds like you're only a mile away.

Oh, no, not a mile away, I'm at least 2.1 miles away

at the site of the TCRI building.

Both: Here? On Earth?

Oh, boy.

We'll be right there, Professor, don't move.

Donnie, we need to hide this thing, pronto.

( music playing )

It is ever so good to see my friends again.

I wish we could say the same,

but the Triceratons are here looking for you.

I know, that is why I am here, to give myself up.

I have just broadcast a message

to the Triceraton's Prime Leader.

All: You what?

Are you crazy?

Activate north field.

Prepare engines for full ion burn.

Computer: Departure countdown initiated.

Sir, incoming message marked "Urgent."

Sir, it's the Fugitoid.

What?

By the horn of Hackalib, stop everything!

Put it on screen!

Prime Leader Zanramon, you have hunted me

across galaxies and shown no mercy

to those who stood in your way.

This cannot continue.

I am here on Earth to surrender myself to you

and spare countless billions of lives.

Pinpoint that transmission! Scramble all fighters!

I want our troops down there immediately!

Now, bring me that robot's metal hide.

( laughing )

Professor, are you crazy?

Do you know what the Triceratons will do to you?

And what they'll do with your knowledge of Utrom technology?

Never fear, friends, I've already wiped my memory

clean of any vital information.

But Professor, they'll take you apart finding that out.

I'm rather hoping they do.

I have a little surprise for them.

Great, just what we need.

The professor's off his shell.

We'll think of something.

Donnie, how long until the Triceratons get here?

Oh, I'd say roughly about--

two seconds!

- 1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

- 1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

I guess they got my message.

Keep your head down, Professor.

Yoo-hoo! I'm over here!

Professor!

What the shell are you doing?

I told you, I'm giving myself up.

You're crazy, Professor.

We can't let you do this.

Surrender the Fugitoid. Now.

Look out!

Guys! The horn heads just gave us an out!

Over here! Here I am!

Raph, get the professor!

My pleasure.

Put me down, please!

You must let go. I must surrender.

Sorry, Professor, we turtles don't know

the meaning of surrender.

Well, it's a verb which means to yield to the--watch out!

You should've done as you were told, terrapins.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Ooh!

My friends, I assure you,

I have not fried my circuits.

I know what I am doing.

You must let me go.

I've calculated the probabilities.

I'm 99.993% certain my plan will succeed.

But at what cost, Professor?

Look, just give us some time to think of another plan

and, please, stop giving them our location.

Oh, but I'm not. They found us unaided.

But, how?

Well, that actually may be kind of my fault.

I sort of showed the Triceratons how to scan

for the professor's Fugitoid body's

positronic energy signature.

It was the only way to convince them

that the professor wasn't on Earth.

Well, he's on Earth now.

Don, just how accurate is this scan?

Miles? City blocks?

Inches.

The positronic energy readings grow stronger.

This way.

Hello! Triceratons!

Over here! Hello there!

Greetings, Professor Honeycutt.

We've been looking for you for some time.

I'm glad you found me.

It saved me quite a walk.

Get him!

The Prime Leader will be quite pleased indeed.

Hyah!

Professor, next time we say hide...

Hide!

Oh!

Cease fire!

We must capture the professor unharmed.

( beeping )

Follow the signal!

Don't let them escape!

Move out!

You can run, Professor, but you cannot hide.

You're going the wrong way.

The Triceratons are back there.

Oh, really, this is too much.

Triceratons! Help!

I'm over here!

All: Shut up!

Unh.

We've got to keep moving.

The Triceratons won't stop for a second.

My friends, you must let me implement my plan.

I cannot allow the Triceraton's rampage

to continue because of me.

I have made up my mind, and you can't stop me.

Triceratons!

Come get me!

Yoohoo!

We've got to stop him for his own good.

Take me to your Prime Leader.

Come and get it!

Don, do something.

Arrest me, please, I insist!

That was kind of extreme.

I panicked.

Don, is there any way to turn off the signal

the Triceratons are tracking?

Well, I could try to mask it somehow.

But it's going to take time

and maybe the professor can give us a hand.

Donatello, why are you looking at me like that?

( beeping )

We have him.

Arm your weapons!

The signal is strongest here.

Hmm.

He should be right...

What? Four signals?

I don't understand.

Divide into units, follow all four signals!

Take the robot alive!

And destroy anyone who gets in your way!

- 1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

- 1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

( door opens )

Huh?

Michelangelo?

Master Splinter, have you seen my hover board?

Michelangelo, what is going on?

Where are your brothers?

Sorry, Sensei, I'm kind of in a hurry.

Aah, there it is.

Come to papa, baby.

Michelangelo, I demand an explanation.

No can do, Master Splinter.

If I don't get out of here and fast,

you're going to have some very rude houseguests.

I'll explain later, I promise.

Michelangelo, come back here!

Where are your brothers?

You must...

( grumbles )

Climb on, Professor, we got to fly.

( engine revving )

All right, now that we got us some wheels,

hold on tight, Professor.

Coast looks clear.

Come on, Professor, we have to keep moving.

Donatello, this doesn't feel right.

Not only am I spread all over town,

but I'm still no closer to achieving my goal.

Your plan is too risky.

We can't just let them have you.

We have to hide your signal.

The guys are going to keep the heat off us

as long as they can, but if you don't help us,

the Triceratons will catch them and obliterate them.

I-I don't want to see you or your brothers hurt.

( sighs )

I will help you.

Greetings, Donatello, always a pleasure

to see you in our humble habitation.

Professor.

Yes?

No, not you, the other professor.

What you got there?

It's a talking football.

Cool.

Yup.

Listen, Professor, is that package I left still here?

Absolutely. A promise made is a debt unpaid.

I let none lay a hand on it.

Thanks, Professor. Got to run.

Very nice to meet you!

( helicopter whirring )

Ah, the younger generation, always on the move.

I have a theory on that.

( sighing )

Hopefully this helicopter my brothers and I borrowed

from the Shredder, will throw the Triceratons

off our track.

They'll be looking for us on the ground.

Or not.

I don't know how you managed

to confuse our scanners, but you will not

live long enough to explain.

I'll try and shake them while you work out

a way to disguise that signal of yours.

Righty-oh. Ooh.

( beeping )

Yo! Ugly!

Hmm?

Talk to the hand!

Ha, ha!

( gurgling )

Huh?

Ah!

Huh?

Ha, ha.

( shouting )

Woo hoo!

Oh, dear.

I'm over here and it's quite, um...

extraordinary.

( snorts ) Huh?

( beeping )

Commander, I found the Fugitoid, or at least a piece of him.

Hyah!

Ugh.

Unh. Oh.

One down, 10,000 to go.

Come on, Professor.

Pawn to Bishop One, target in sight.

Requesting permission to fire, sir.

Bishop One: Permission granted.

- 1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

- 1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

Bishop to Pawn, I repeat, take the shot.

Yes, sir.

What the...?

Pawn to Bishop One, intervention successful.

Mutant has robot on board. Sighting confirmed.

12th quadrant.

Message received, Sergeant, continue observation.

We have confirmation.

The Turtle creatures are in possession of the Fugitoid.

And the Triceratons are closing in.

But counter measures are in place.

Rest assured, my friend, both of us

will get what we're after.

You have my personal guarantee.

Donatello, I'm ready.

I finished creating an inverted sine wave that will nullify

the signal and make me invisible to tracking.

Perfect. Now all we have to do is broadcast it.

Hang on.

( phone ringing )

Leo, we've worked out a way to cloak

the professor's signal. Get to the rendezvous, stat.

I'll do my best.

Whoa.

But that might not be good enough.

No!

Hyah!

Ugh!

Unh!

Oh!

Can't we just...

be friends?

No!

( motorcycle revving )

Coming through!

Whoa!

Whoo-hoo!

Nice entrance, Mikey. So much for splitting up.

It's kind of hard to shake a bunch of flying dinosaurs

when they can track your every move.

Whoa!

Whoa!

I sure hope there's room for three on that thing.

I mean, two and a half.

Hmm.

Unh!

Argh!

Quickly! Don't lose them!

( beeping )

( tires squealing )

Faster Raphy, faster!

Both: Dead end!

( tires squealing )

You know, Mikey, I hate running,

but I love to rumble.

Both: Hyah!

Man, I love being a ninja.

There, Professor, that satellite dish array

is just what the doctor ordered.

Right-e-o, resequencing positronic receptors

for digital output streaming.

You're live, Professor.

Time to broadcast some serious masking interface.

Download interfacing.

( beeping )

The signal grows stronger.

( snorts )

They're close.

Satellites transmitting...

now!

( beeps )

What? ( snorts )

Argh!

No!

Keep searching. We must not lose them.

The Prime Leader will have our heads.

It's good to have you back in one piece, Professor.

Yes, I agree.

But now we must face reality.

If you don't have an alternative plan,

I really must surrender myself to the Triceratons.

Give us time. We'll think of something,

Professor.

Man on loudspeakers: Freeze! We have you surrounded!

Drop your weapons and place your hands in the air!

Or we will open fire!