Original subtitles

Donatello: Ever get the feeling that things

are not exactly what they seem?

Take this Triceraton tri-base.

It seems to be a space invader but it's really

just another casualty, still lying around

from the recent alien attack.

Then there's Oroku Saki, AKA The Shredder.

He seems to be using his fortune to rebuild New York.

But he's really more interested in claiming all this

leftover alien technology for himself.

Lastly, these eight foot tall Amazons.

They seem to want to slice us into itty, bitty turtle pieces.

Okay, they really do want to slice us into itty, bitty turtle pieces.

♪ 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 ♪

Man: Mr. Mayor, members of the press,

in recent weeks,

I have been called The Savior of the city.

In all modesty, I am merely a man fortunate enough

to possess the means

to jumpstart the rebuilding of this great city.

My salvage and construction crews will lead the way

in restoring New York to a shining palace.

( applause and cheering )

Mr. Saki, do you have any comment on the allegations

of your ties to an ancient criminal organization

and your alleged connections to street gangs

like The Purple Dragons?

( audience gasping )

I'm sorry, but Mr. Saki-san

is not taking questions at this time.

Mr. Saki, is it true that renegade scientist,

Baxter Stockman, is still on your payroll?

( grunts )

( audience murmuring )

Are you all right?

Could you please move back?

It appears this reporter has been overwhelmed

by the excitement of this event.

( cracking )

Gentlemen, the name of the game is ninjutsu stealth

and heightened senses.

Or as we like to call it...

Hide and seek!

So, I guess this means I'm "it?"

Huh?

Aw!

Hey!

Huh?

No way, cheater.

Ha-ha!

Huh? Ah, come on.

You're missing the point of the exercise, Donnie.

What?

My senses are heightened, with night-vision goggles.

What do you say we heighten your sense of pain!

( phone ringing )

Time out. Duty calls.

Hello?

( static )

Ugh, another wrong number.

Somebody keeps trying to fax me or something.

Yeah, yeah, now where were we?

- ( helicopter whirring ) - Huh?

( shouting )

What the shell?

Police-copters?

Something's going down in the park.

I can't quite make out what it--whoa...

Triceraton's?

Uh, Don...

( helicopter whirring )

Some kind of Foot activity.

Let's check it out.

It's some kind of salvage operation.

Look at all that alien tech they're grabbing.

Something's not right.

Yeah, they're cleaning everything up.

No, I mean, something's not right.

Foot Ninja!

Good, I could use a workout.

With these pajama-heads, we'll be lucky if we break a sweat.

( grunting )

Hyah!

Ha, missed!

Oww!

Ah!

( groans )

Is it just me or are we breaking a sweat?

No sweat here, Donnie-boy.

( grunting )

Uh, fellas?

I'm breaking a sweat now!

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

( grunting )

Hyah!

Whoa, these guys are a lot tougher than I remember.

Better trained, too.

In fact, their fighting style seems awfully familiar.

Man: This is NYPD Sky Patrol One.

Salvage perimeter is clear and secure.

( beeps )

Man 2: Roger that, Sky Patrol One.

Leonardo: Hey, since when do police choppers patrol Foot operations?

Ugh, guys, can someone please tell me

what the shell that was all about?

Two words: alien technology.

Right, tons of it laying around after the big invasion

and apparently Shredder's got all the salvage rights.

And the police are helping him?

Throw enough scratch at this city

and you can make all kinds of new friends.

So, uh, those reporters allegations,

anything I should know about?

Pure tabloid fantasy, Mr. Mayor.

Because the last thing I need in election year is--

Master! An urgent message.

I gave explicit instructions

that the Mayor and I are not to be disturbed!

You must forgive the rudeness of my bodyguard.

Was he wearing a Purple Dragon's tattoo?

The dragon is a symbol of great honor in the land of my ancestors.

Now, I have been reviewing your plans

for refurbishing Times Square.

I am afraid $47 million is out of the question.

Oh.

You will require $147 million.

I have already wired the funds into the city's account.

( laughs )

Oh, well, I'm sure you know best.

Always.

Whatever Shredder's up to with that alien tech,

it can't be any good.

The question is, how can we stop him?

The old wooden clog in the machine, sabotage.

You mean, break stuff?

Now you're talking words I understand.

Those Foot copters we saw earlier

were headed towards the waterfront.

Let's check it out!

Open.

Report.

Master, please forgive my earlier interruption,

but I thought you'd want to know we encountered

the turtles near the Central Park salvage operation.

( grunting )

You are not to be seen or heard while I conduct

our legitimate business, is that clear?

Yes, Master.

Now, as for the turtles,

they must not be allowed to interfere with my plans.

Actually, I have a little project

that might come in handy. I've been--

Never interrupt Mr. Saki, Dr. Chaplin.

You'll have to excuse the new guy.

He's a little overly enthusiastic.

He just needs to learn his place!

Let me see this project of yours, Dr. Chaplin.

Well, when I say, my project, it's really based on

the groundbreaking work of Dr. Stockman.

I mean, he's a giant in this field.

It's hard to believe I actually get

to lead a tech team with my idle.

Lead?

But I'm the tech division leader.

So, here they are.

I call them the Amazonian Blade Bots.

Do I detect a resemblance?

You don't mind, do you?

It's just that, well, I mean, you're just so perfect.

Uh-oh.

Uh, so anyway, these bots are the latest

in remote-guided mech-technology.

Completely controlled by our operatives in these geo-sphere substations.

Yes, well, the video game generation do enjoy their little play things.

I would like to see a demonstration.

Why not let Karai test their mettle?

Shredder: Excellent suggestion.

( grunts )

Huh?

( moaning )

Ah!

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

Hold!

Huh?

So, what do you think, Mr. Saki?

You did hear him say this was all based on my work?

If your robots prove themselves by destroying the turtles,

Dr. Chaplin, then perhaps we can retire your mentor,

Dr. Stockman, once and for all.

Looks like someone's going to be out of a job soon.

I have other matters to attend to.

Karai, proceed with the other operation we discussed.

Wait...other operation?

Is there something I should know, Master?

Apparently I'm not the only one

who's being considered for early retirement.

- ( growls ) - ( laughs )

The fallen Tribase.

And the Foot are already here.

Let's see if we can slow down their salvage operation.

Permanently.

Looks like we're in the central elevator shaft.

Man, this is weird.

Everything's all turned around.

Elevator going down, I mean, sideways!

Leonardo: Mikey, keep it down.

( grunting )

Whoa, check out the armory.

We could have a heck of a 4th of July with these fireworks.

Know what I think?

We just found a way to keep the Tribase tech out of Shredder's hands.

Down there, Foot.

They're industrious little monkey's, I'll give them that.

Donatello: So that's what they're after. The Tribase power core.

Michelangelo: Doesn't look so dangerous to me.

Are you kidding?

There's enough juice in that thing to wipe out

the entire city, and most of New Jersey, too.

We can take them out easy.

They're not ninjas, they're just flunkies.

Aah!

Ugh!

Hyah!

Whoa!

They sure don't fight like flunkies.

No...

They fight like Karai.

So, wait...

Unh, you're saying, Karai trained these flunkies?

I guess she's still working for The Shredder.

Lucky us.

( shouting )

Hyah!

Hey, careful with that thing, unless you want

to vaporize everything within a 100 mile radius.

So how do we keep Shredder's goons from coming back for it?

By making it inoperable.

We'll need something to short out its circuitry.

Something like...

- Wha? - Huh?

Water.

A lot of water, saltwater.

A few well placed explosive charges

on the Tribase's asteroid underbelly should open up

the flood gates and short out the power core.

By the time we're done, there won't be

any alien tech left for The Foot to salvage.

Timer's set for one-trigon,

about 10 minutes, by my calculation.

Plenty of time for us to get out.

( clatter )

Huh?

Or for something else to get in.

Well, this is something new.

Karai?

A whole lot of Karai.

Karai triplets.

( grunting )

Whoa!

( grunting )

We really don't have time for this!

Unh!

Guys, follow me.

We need to get the shell out of here

before those explosives blow.

Ah!

Aah!

Ah!

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

1, 2, 3, 4!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

Ah!

( buzzing )

Donnie!

Unh, I'm okay, unh.

Come on, let's go!

( grunting )

( shouting )

No, no, no! What's happening?

My Amazonian Blade Bots!

Get them out of the flood! Now!

( cackles )

Yes! These babes are indestructible.

What if this young upstart punk

actually succeeds in finishing off those reptiles?

I'll be finished, retired permanently.

We'll see about that.

( panting )

You guys all right?

- Fine. - We're swell.

I'd be a whole lot better if we could get the shell out of this stinking Tribase.

Come on, up here.

It's the only way out of the chamber.

Guys, hurry up before the water fries the power core!

( electrical shorting )

Whoa, that was close.

But at least we made it up.

Yeah, up, but not out.

( grunting )

Yes!

One toasted power core with a side order of bot fries!

Unh!

What the...?

( grunting )

Ah!

Hey! I think we damaged this one!

Hyah!

Sorry, Karai.

Let's move it before we find ourselves going down with the ship!

( creaking )

Whoa!

( clanging )

Oh, not again!

Michelangelo: We don't have time for this!

Yes!

That's right, they take a licking and keep on ticking.

Let's see them lick this!

[power dies]

What the...

About time we caught a lucky break.

Are you out of your shell?

Those sparking Karai bots just fell into a room

full of Triceraton explosives.

( screaming )

( gasping )

Whoa.

Now what?

Saki: Karai, what is the status of the turtles?

Have they been captured? Destroyed?

No, my Lord, I am afraid they got away.

What, she couldn't give us a lift?

Shut up and swim!

I don't understand what happened.

The bots were all working perfectly

and then somehow they just self-destructed.

Here's the problem.

A glitch in the power surge protection code.

Rookie mistake.

One I can easily correct.

Please don't blame the boy, it's my fault.

I should've checked his programming more thoroughly.

See that you do in the future.

This entire project would have been a complete failure

had I not heeded Karai's advice.

The Tribase operation was simply a decoy to keep the turtles busy

while she recovered this, my true objective.

Uh, I would be happy to examine

whatever alien technology you were able to--

If I can assist you in any way, Master, I--

Enough!

Karai and I need to discuss how best

to rid this organization of dead weight!

Master, if I may, this ongoing project

of obtaining alien technology costs are skyrocketing.

I appreciate your concern, Karai,

but money will be meaningless where I am going.