Original subtitles

[Raphael] For the last time, it's my day!

[Mikey] Yep! Your lucky day!

'cause we're watching the 24-hour sci-fi megathon!

Give me that remote, Mikey, or I'm flipping you instead of the channels!

[laughs]

[grunts]

Fifteen years of ninja training...

and it all comes down to ultimate wrestling smackdown versus zombies from Saturn 4.

[sighs] Where did I go wrong?

[fighting grunts]

- [grunts] - I win!

- Oh yeah? - [screams]

[all shout]

[turtles scream]

This is pointless. You all know my soaps are on in 5 minutes.

That's 5 minutes of sci-fi goodness.

[explosion]

[all gasp]

[all daze in confusion]

Hey! Where are our masks? And our weapons? I feel totally naked here!

[all cringe, in disgust]

Not a word.

[shrieks] The TV! It's... gone!

[Leonardo] Forget the TV. The whole lair is trashed.

What the shell happened?

Outside! Quickly.

[climbing]

[all gasp]

Rraphael] Nice going, Mikey.

[Raphael] You didn't just change the channel.

[Raphael] You changed the whole freakin' world!

♪ It's ninja time! ♪

♪ Four teenage turtles surfed in on a wave from the past ♪

♪ It's like the future's a party that these brothers just crashed ♪

♪ Don't know when they'll go home. How long the good time will last ♪

♪ But just stick around and see these turtles go... ♪

♪ Fast Forward! Leonardo, Donatello! ♪

♪ Fast Forward! Raphael, Michelangelo! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ It's Ninja Time! ♪

♪ This future stuff is so strange. Time can get rearranged ♪

♪ But the more things change, the more they also stay the same ♪

♪ Still kickin' butt, and playin' video games ♪

♪ Drivin' everyone nuts. Future's really insane! ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

♪ Get outta my way! ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

♪ It's so not yesterday! ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

♪ It's the only way to play! ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

♪ Guess we're here to stay! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

[high pitched horns]

[trains passing]

[gasps]

All right. Who attacked us, and where are we? Any ideas?

[all scream, in shock]

[truck passes and siren]

[truck stops]

Now we're getting somewhere. Stinkin' triceratons!

Let's see what dastardly device they've planted. It's ninja time!

Mikey, wait!

You horn heads won't be taking over this planet with your evil...

Newspapers? Triceraton Paper Boys?

[humming]

Awesome! They even have a whole video game section.

This so beats the crossword! Woah!

[truck door closes]

Uh oh!

- It's taking off! - After him!

[groans]

Now entering uptown level 1.

Gravity level 3. Terran air content - Sulphurous.

Huh?

[thuds]

[thuds]

[hitting window] Good night.

[truck door opens]

[groaning]

Raph! Just reach a little bit further!

[falls]

Ruh roh!

[groans]

Raph! Ow!

[continues groaning]

[screams]

Argh!

[truck crashes]

[vehicles collide]

[road crumbles]

Uh... oops.

[Leonardo] C'mon. We have to find Mikey.

[police sirens] Huh?

My sons... we must disappear.

This atmosphere. The air is too thin.

Can hardly breathe. Or move!

Hello hello hello! What's all this then?

Chief Constable Biggles, Peacekeepers.

Let's see some identification, what?

[moan]

Right. Undocumented aliens, is it?

When will you people learn that it is the 3 P's?

Paper work, proper procedure, and punctuality.

That grease the wheels of this great society of ours.

Well, technically that's 4 P's, but you get my point.

What?

Attention all units, we've got runners.

[groaning, in exhaustion]

[Leonardo] This is just great.

[cough]

We're here 2 minutes and we've already lost Mikey, and now we're fugitives.

[groaning]

Come with me if you want to live.

[all gasp]

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

[tense orchestral music]

Get in! There's no time to dilly-dally.

[groans, in exhaustion]

[police sirens]

All right!

You got our attention! Now talk or... or...

[groans]

[thuds]

Or nothing. This air we're in makes it so we can hardly walk. Let alone fight.

Forgive the theatrics, but master insisted that retrieving you was of the utmost urgency.

I could not resist.

What's going on? Where the shell are we?

And what about Mikey? [coughs]

Not a "thank you" in the bunch. How predictably organic of you.

[groans]

Hey! You said come with you if we want to live.

Remember, bucket-head? [coughs]

I do, but I think we'll all breathe easier once you're strapped into these.

Hey! What do you think you're doing? Stop. Let go!

[sigh, in exhaustion]

Argh... Can't move!

The master holds you in such reverence. I never expected you to be such... ninnies.

Hey! The walk-in tool box turned the air back on.

Hiyah.

And my legs, too!

With the many divergent alien life forms inhabiting the city,

atmosphere composition and gravity vary from area to area.

I pity the fool who tries to get around without an Enviro-pack,

graviton-regulator, or wrist-translator.

[vehicles hovering by]

[upbeat instrumental music]

[grunts in effort] Gotta get out!

Can't move. Can't breathe!

[coughs] And now, I think I'm gonna hurl.

Wait, no! That's not what I meant!

Wah!

[yells]

[screams]

[grunt]

[screaming]

I think I was better off in the truck. [groans]

[ominous orchestral music]

Look. We appreciate you helping us with the breathing and all, Mister, uh...

The name is Serling.

Your name's gonna be "scrap metal" unless you start making with some answers!

I got a brother missing!

[boy] Woah!

You're really here!

Really... real!

And.. wow!

The master.

Master? But he's just a kid!

[Leonardo] Master Splinter, look!

Casey's stuff! Our stuff!

All right, twerp!

Where'd you get all this? Where the shell are-- [grunt]

Manners, reptile.

[grunts]

Don't be mad.

The hockey stuff, the mask, it's all mine.

It belonged to my great grandparents.

Your great grandparents?

Casey Jones and April O' Neil.

My name is Cody Jones and this is New York City in the year 2105.

[all gasp]

[rising orchestral music]

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

We're in New York? A hundred years in the future?

And aliens live here? And cars fly? And...

Crazy, huh? I can't believe you're here either!

I mean, I've read about you for years!

But to actually meet you? Wow!

We are honored by your enthusiasm.

But if you know how we came to be here, please, you must tell us.

I'll do better! I'll show you.

Uh, but first...

Maybe we should do something about the uh...

Uh...

Nakedness.

I thought you'd never ask.

[Raphael] So Casey wrote about us in a journal, huh?

He wrote a ton! April too! Your lives were so cool!

I was dying to see you in action.

But with your whole, "We live in the shadows" thing..

I couldn't just load a vid feed.

So I invented... this.

[machine sounds]

[Leonardo] A time machine?

It was supposed to be a time window,

a way to view the past. The travel part was a complete accident,

one that I have no idea how to recreate.

So we're stuck in 2105?

Unfortunately... yes.

Master Splinter and the four of you are...

Hey! Where is number four?

We lost Mikey the second we got here.

That's what we've been trying to tell your walking toaster.

Uh... Well, then let's all go look for him.

That is not possible.

Master Cody is the owner of O'Neil Tech,

a prominent manufacturer of turn technologies.

As head of the company and heir to the Bass Jones O'Neil fortune,

a simple walk in the park makes him an irresistible target

for kidnappers and ne'er-do-wells.

Anything Master Cody could ever need is made available here in the penthouse.

The outside world is far too dangerous a place for him.

Where have we heard that one before?

[Splinter] Hmm...

[grunts in pain]

Hi! A little help?

Habla Ingles?

Huh? The chest plate thingy?

Hey! Everybody has one!

And they can all walk around and breathe normal.

Oh I get it! Those doohickeys could hook me up with this gravity thing?

Excellent!

[grunts in pain]

That way, huh?

Hold up!

[grunts in pain] Wait up!

So, how to find one mutated turtle

in a city of 30 million?

Well, I know I'm just a yokel from the 21st century.

But if your time window was based on the principle

of non-directional Tacteon Refraction, then,

[both] there might be ambient traces of temporal sub-particles in toe!

[laughs]

Great! Another one that speaks geek.

Basically, some charged energy particles got stuck to your shells

when you fell through time.

And we can track that energy!

[beeping]

There!

Shall I bring the limo around, sir?

No, wait! I have a better idea!

- Ha! - [gasp]

Well, here it is!

I call it the Hovershell!

[Donatello] Whoa! You designed this?

Actually, you did! I just built it from your original blueprints.

Master! You can't just go outside!

What about procedure? Precaution? We--

We--

[sighs] I just know I'm going to need a synaptic node replacement after this.

[Cody] Uh, just so you know,

I'm kinda still learning to drive this thing.

[distant screams]

[hums]

[Leonardo] Cody! Cody watch out!

[screams]

Attention all peacekeepers! Intercept that incredibly rude shoffner. On the double!

[police sirens]

Hey! [painful grunts]

Where's the fire, speedy? [grunts in exhaustion]

Speedy?

Okay. Insert ominous music here.

[screams]

[stammers]

Oh shell!

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Fast Forward! ♪

♪ Fast Forward ♪

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[Mikey] Come on guys! Can't we talk this over? Was it something I said?

Did I mention I'm not from around here? [screams]

Huh?

Oh! I get it!

The old "kidnap the aliens for slave labor" gag.

Well you won't get away with it, punks!

Especially you! You butt ugly excuse for a humanoid!

Are you disrespecting me, reptile?

[nervous laugh]

Did I mention that where I come from, butt-ugly is a term of endearment?

[screams]

[groans in pain]

Today's forecast? Partly cloudy with a chance of turtles.

And rat.

[gasps, in amazement]

Man, am I glad to see you guys!

[fighting grunts]

Oh yeah!

Probably should have mentioned they can go ghostal.

[screams]

And you guys should've mentioned the big ugly attack robot!

No, wait! [screams]

[breathes deeply]

Thanks, Robby!

The name's Serling.

[fighting grunts]

How do you fight something you can't touch?

Simple.

[bodies fall on the floor]

Wait for it touch you.

[all] It's ninja time!

Hi, ya!

[alien sounds]

Woo! What have you been eating? Dirty socks?

[alien sounds]

[fighting grunts]

[growling]

[grunt]

[grunt in effort]

[fighting sounds]

[moaning]

Huh?

Yeah. Good night!

Wow! Look at them go! They're so...

So...

about to get sneak attacked!

[evil laughter]

Oh nuts! I didn't install the weapons yet, did I?

[screams]

That works, too.

This isn't over!

You fungoids are on my list.

Even in 2105, we still send them packing.

Not exactly.

[Leonardo] C'mon! To the Hovershell!

[sirens]

[screams]

Confounded! After those blasted--

What?

Hold on lads. Ah...

After weeks of rugged investigatory work,

I, Chief Constable Aloysius Biggles,

have single-handedly caught these alien-smuggling street hooligans. Hah!

[Donatello] Nice of you to let us bunk here, Cody.

At least until we figure out how to recreate the time portal accident.

[Cody] You kidding? This is a dream come true for me!

And, well, you guys...

You're the closest thing to family I have.

I just hope you can adjust to life in 2105.

[Mikey] Woohoo!

Hey! Is this the TV remote? I love the future!

Now let's see what else is on.

No way! It's my day and my remote.

- Give me that! - Hey!

[Mikey screams]

Adjusting will not be a problem.

[glass crashes] Oh! Not the vase!

It's a 2006 flea market original.