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Voice identification. Agent Bishop.

Log 493-Zeta.

Voice sample confirmed.

After successfully containing them,

the Fugitoid and the four mutant turtle creatures

that seek to protect it...

( all scream )

...were effectively neutralized.

At approximately 0300 this morning,

the captives were secured by my troops

and taken to a top secret U.S. military base.

There, I handed the Fugitoid over to General Blanque

to do with as he pleased,

while I prepared the Mutant Turtles

for dissection in my genetics laboratory.

There, I will unlock the secrets

of the Turtles' mutant DNA

to create an army of genetic super-soldiers.

Yet, my work has not been without its snags.

The Turtles' allies have released them

and another mutant known only as Leatherhead.

However, they have just discovered

that there is more to me than meets the eye.

Aah! Oh!

Their defeat, recapture and dissection

is expected momentarily.

Bishop out.

♪ 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' a ♪ - ♪ I love bein' a ♪

♪ 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. ♪

Watch where you're waving that buzz saw, pal.

Stay back, all of you,

or this will be the end of Michelangelo.

Your brother's life is in grave danger.

And you should've learned by now that I mean what I say.

Yow, Mommy! ( whimpers )

And you should've learned by now

to never take your eyes off me.

- Get 'em! - Hyah!

Hyah-ha-ha!

( coughs )

Aah!

Casey!

- Oh, no. - ( groans )

Hyah!

You have no idea what you're up against.

Aah!

I suggest you surrender.

Hyah!

You are outnumbered.

Perhaps.

But never outclassed.

( growls )

Let me go!

Let me...

go!

Bishop's got a little quickness in him.

( beeping )

Until we meet again. And we will.

Count on it.

Let him go, Raph.

We've got to find the Fugitoid.

Tri-gunners to battle stations!

Prime shields to maximum power!

Mozar, report!

Yes, Prime Leader.

The shields are back up to 90%. Our defenses are--

Silence! The fate of our entire race

depends on your efforts to find the Fugitoid

and you have yet to bring me results.

Prime Leader, there is a war raging around us.

Don't you dare!

Bring me results, Mozar,

or by the Horn of Hagalear,

I will see you disgraced and dishonored

before a Triceraton Firing Squad.

How close are we?

If all the connections are active, General,

we should have full access momentarily.

You should've known better than to try to hide from me.

Your teleportal plans are mine, Professor.

We're going to break you.

No. No, please!

Sir, I'm lowering our firewalls

to give the mainframe full access.

We've almost got it.

Yes, we've done it! We're through.

Defense protocols deactivated.

Ah, perfect.

We have full access to his database now, sir.

With the designs for the teleportal in our hands,

not only will we use it to completely destroy the Triceratons,

but nothing will stop us

from conquering half the known galaxies!

Let the annihilation begin!

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

Once the teleportal plans are ours,

begin preparations to teleport explosives

into the very heart of the Triceraton home world.

Yes, sir.

Um, sir, there seems to be a bit of a problem.

- What is it? - The teleportal plans,

- they're-- they're not here. - Not here?

Then-- then where are they?

- I erased them. - What?

Before I returned to Earth,

I knew you'd never believe me,

so I needed to give you access to my memory

so you could see for yourself

that they're really gone.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Aah!

Sir, it's taking over our system.

Shut it down!

It's too late. He's locked us out.

You've opened your entire mainframe to me.

I'm inside the system.

I am the system.

As you should've remembered, General,

I designed most of the Federation mainframe for you.

No!

Stop him!

I'm sorry, General.

I cannot allow you to disconnect me.

Not just yet.

I know the Professor is somewhere in this rat maze.

Oh, uh, sorry, Master Splinter.

Maybe they moved him.

Uh, maybe not. Look!

What the--

To all the peoples of the planet Earth...

It's the Professor!

...and the warring nations that orbit above,

I need you to listen to what I have to say.

I am Professor Honeycutt, and not so very long ago,

I tried to create

an instantaneous transportation system

called the Teleportal,

a device intended to bring people together,

an invention to be used for peace.

But instead, it has become the prize

in an insane and never-ending war.

Now I beg the Federation and Triceraton forces to hear me.

The plans for the teleportal are gone.

Sir, it's on all frequencies.

Stun him, you idiots.

Get those teleportal plans!

It is because of me that this insane war

has come to this planet,

and so it is left to me

to put things right.

I have completely eradicated

the technical specifications of the teleportal device

from my memory circuits.

Sir, it's jamming all our lines,

interfering with all phases of research.

It's that tin toy the Federation was after.

Reboot the system and clear it.

I need these cell samples analyzed immediately.

The Turtles are gonna help me with my work,

whether they like it or not.

Just how big is this creepy underground garage?

It's gonna take forever to find the Professor.

Maybe not.

Now that he's broadcasting,

maybe I can hack into their system

and trace where his signal's coming from.

Got it!

( beeping )

( beeping )

I don't believe it.

He's telling the truth.

Mozar, report.

The teleportal plans are not with the Fugitoid.

It's-- it's some kind of Federation trick.

( beeping )

Ahh.

Sever all links with the Fugitoid's transmission

- and go to full alert! - Yes, Prime Leader.

Purge the Fugitoid signal from the system!

Rebooting, now!

All ships, defensive maneuvers!

My work here is almost done.

And so that you won't go away empty-handed,

I do have one last gift

to ensure that you've learned the ways

of harmony.

May peace prevail.

Sir, he's uploaded a virus.

It's overloading all of our systems.

We can't let it spread to the fleet!

Initiate base isolation sequence!

Ah, jeez, what now?

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

( groaning )

Okay, I've seen enough Bond movies to know,

when the enemy base starts to blow up,

it's time to go!

Not without the Fugitoid.

Come on, hurry.

Sir, I think--

( powering down )

What? Report!

Sir, I've shut down the power to stop the virus.

The fleet reports no effects.

It appears to have worked.

Then it was all for nothing.

This should be it.

Allow me.

Professor?

Donatello, help me.

Cover me, guys.

- Hyah! - Hyah!

Don't worry about me. Turn the power back on.

Stop them from blocking my virus.

Professor, it's too dangerous.

- Let's get you out of here. - No.

Donatello, I know the risks,

but it's the only way to stop this insane war

once and for all.

Please! Please help me!

All right, Professor.

I have a feeling I'm gonna regret this.

Stop them!

They're trying to allow the virus to infect the fleet!

( roar )

Just a few more seconds and...

Go, Professor!

Recommencing viral upload.

No!

Mayday, mayday! Complete system overload!

( shouting and screaming )

All hands, collision stations!

Repeat, collision stations! This is not a drill.

What is it? What's happening to them?

Scout leader, report!

Sir, they're-- they're all completely powerless,

every last ship.

The entire Federation fleet is-- is defenseless!

Awaiting orders, sir.

( laughs )

Hold your fire!

What? Commander Mozar,

order your troops to attack immediately!

The entire enemy fleet is helpless before us.

Victory is at last within our grasp.

( snickers )

There is no honor

in attacking a defenseless enemy, Prime Leader!

Huh? This is not about ethics, Mozar.

This is about the complete and utter annihilation

of our lifelong adversaries.

Open fire!

At once, Prime Leader.

( static ) Huh?

No! What's happening?

Aah! It's spreading to our ships.

Cut all contact with that squadron.

But, sir, we can't leave them stranded!

Do as I say! Cut them off now!

( beep )

We are safe, Prime Leader.

Whatever infected the Federation and our scouts

has not touched the rest of our fleet or the home world.

Excellent. Now ready the long range cannons.

We'll blow the Federates out of the sky from here.

We won't be carrying out that order, Zanramon,

or any other dishonorable command you might care to give.

Traximus, how did these traitors get in here?

We walked. Now throw down your weapons!

No! No! Open fire, guards!

Blast them where they stand!

What are you waiting for? Do it now!

Mozar, do something!

Can't you control your own men?

( snarls )

Lower those weapons. It's over!

What? What are you doing, Mozar?

What is this? This is revolution.

( groans )

Revolution is usually what happens

when the world needs to change.

Keep away from me!

My troops will be here any second.

You will all be destroyed!

Not today, Blanque.

Not ever.

Professor, your virus has run its course.

You did it!

The Federation and Triceraton fleets are completely...

Professor? Professor?

Greetings, I am Sal, AB21 servitor class robot.

How may I be of service? How may I be of service?

How may I be...of...service?

Professor!

No!

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

I warned him.

His robotic body

was never meant to channel that kind of power.

It burned out on him.

He knew, Donnie, but he did it anyway.

He was a true hero.

Let this be a symbol of things to come.

From this day forward,

none shall sit upon the throne of the Triceratons.

The Senate shall be reinstated

and the Republic reborn.

For too long this senseless war

has cost us our honor

and the lives of our finest soldiers.

Let a new age begin!

Traximus, our forces have completed the rescue efforts.

The Federation troops are being brought

onto the home world as we speak.

We will treat them as allies and our guests

until we deliver them safely to the Federation,

as our first gesture of peace.

It will be done.

There are but two prisoners

that I must keep under lock and key.

Perhaps they will also find a way to make peace.

This Triceraton stench is more than I can stand!

The only stench around here is your cowardice, Blanque.

You want a piece of me?

Then bring it on, you stinking lizard,

if you got the guts!

( growls )

I guess we ought to say something.

I don't know what to say.

Professor, I guess mainly

I just want to say thanks.

You were a good friend.

Not only will you live on in our hearts,

but your noble sacrifice will endure forever

in the lasting gift of peace.