The Outlaw Armaggon

[dramatic music] Armaggon. It's been a long time. You got a job for me, Dregg? Four humanoid turtles, mutantterrans. They have managed to elude me, so I'm calling upon your special talents. Oh, I got talents all right. You want them dead or alive? Bring me their shells. You can eat the pink-skinned terrans they travel with for all I care. [slurps] Mmm. Haven't had primate in a long time. Make sure you deliver, Armaggon. With pleasure. [metal clanging] Turtle creatures, you are about to meet a whole new form of pain. [thunder cracks] [cackles] Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles [metal clangs] The evil Triceratons have invaded Earth. They brought with them the invincible Black Hole Generator that swallowed the entire planet. My brothers and I escaped, saved by a mysterious robot called the Fugitoid. Now we're trying to stop the Triceratons any way we can. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Heroes in a half shell, turtle power Leonardo's the leader in blue Does anything it takes to get his ninjas through Donatello is the fellow who has a way with machines Raphael's got the most attitude on the team Michelangelo, he's one of a kind And you know just where to find him when it's party time Master Splinter taught 'em every single skill they need To be one lean, mean, green, incredible team Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Heroes in a half shell, turtle power [ship whirring] [computer beeping] Select that quadrant, Raph. Scan there. [computer beeping] Why do they get to mess around? They should be helping us find the Triceratons. Fugitoid's testing out April's psychic powers. He's training her. [whirring] Okay, April, in which of the spheres have I placed your Tessen? [whirring] That one. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! Excellent. - Whoo! - [laughs] Fantastic session. Your psychic abilities are marvels waiting to be unlocked! Thanks, Professor. How did you learn so much about the human brain? Since it's the only part of my original body left, I have done extensive research on brain matter. Neurophysiology. You never fully explained how you became a cyborg, dude. Well, then allow me to enlighten you. I am from D'Hoonib, a planet of humanoid scientists obsessed with penetrating the highest truths of the universe. I was working on a new form of psionic technology when our friends, the Triceratons, came looking for me. The Triceratons attacked because I refused to build them weapons. They were furious, destroying everything in sight. [ship whirring] [dramatic music] My robot assistant placed my brain inside its own robot body. It saved my life. Man merged with machine, and I was reborn. Beep, boop. When the Triceratons found out I was still alive, they deemed me a criminal; a Fugitive Android. Ooh. [laughs] - Spongy. - Mikey! If you had a brain, would you want somebody poking it? [squish] [laughs] It's quite all right. It tickles. [laughs] Ooh, don't. But I do have a great fear of losing my humanness. I don't want to be thought of as just a machine. We never think of you as just a robot, Professor. [crash] [yells] What the heck is going on, Fugitoid? Something's attacking our ship! You needed a control panel to tell you that? Donnie, see anything? I can't pinpoint it, but something's out there. [intense music] [computer beeping] What is it? Was that a a space shark? Space shark? [laughing] Wicked! That's, like, more metal than Vikings on motorcycles, bro! [crash] [all yelling] [metal crashing] We're gonna need a bigger ship. Captain Leo, what are your orders? Um, Leo? Leo, are you crazy? What are you doing? I got the ugly beast in my sights. [laser zapping ] [grunts] [groaning] [metal clicking] [grunts] [computer beeping] Armaggon. Bounty hunter, space assassin, wanted in 87 star systems. Wow! I bet we have Lord Dregg to thank for this. Agreed, he's far too dangerous. Leonardo, we should definitely avoid confronting this creature. Too late! [thud] [grunts] [metal crunching] [crash] [metal crunches] [yelling] [metal crunches] [ship whirring] [groaning] [metal crunches] [ship whirring] [yelling] I've located a derelict space station several astro-miles away. It should provide cover from Armaggon. At least, I really [yells] Really hope so! [yells] [metal clangs] [both grunting] [metal clangs] [all groan] [all yelling] [metal clanging] Eat it, shark mouth! [laser zapping ] [whirring] [fire whooshes] [grunts] [lasers zapping ] Look at that hunk of junk. How do we get inside with the hanger doors closed? I've hacked into the station system. Accessing hanger door. Opening. Open faster! [electronic beeping] [door groaning] [air whooshes] Shut the doors, Professor! [all cheering] [door thuds] [suit whirring] Heh, they fell right into my trap. Bagging these galactic rubes will be easy money. [metal clicks, clangs] [suit whirring] [groaning] [gasps] Weird. What is this place? Guys, this is just like the space station in my "Alienoids" comic book. - Remember that? - Relax, Mikey. It's better than being space chum. [spits] Mikey does have a point, you guys. People don't abandon space stations because things are going well. This place is trashed. What the heck happened here? [spooky music] [yells] [coughs] How could they leave without their spacesuits? [electronic beeping] Calcium dust? Oh, no. The crew didn't leave. They were disintegrated. [gasps] [yells] Let's shine some light on things, shall we? [electronic beeping] I'm sure we'll all feel better when we can see the place. [lights thudding] [spooky music] I think I liked it better in the dark. Just like "Alienoids" issue three, when the aliens multiplied in the survivors' butts, and then Not helping, Mikey! [electronic whirring] Greetings. Gre-gre-greetings. Greetings. All right. Who are you? Greetings, I am the artificial intelligence of this space station. Thank you for reactivating me. The crew called me "Overmind. " I run all onboard systems. How may I help you? Can you kick a giant shark's butt? Your request is invalid. I am a fully automated self-repairing factory built to construct VX3 robots. Robots? What kind of robots? This factory built the best VX3 WarBots in the galaxy. WarBots, huh? So, Overmind, what happened to the crew? The remaining crew must have shut down the station. Did you say remaining? Upon gaining sentience, the robots decided the crew were weak and inefficient, so they destroyed them. [gulps] Who votes to go back outside with the shark-a-tron? Yep! Space shark, here we come! Thank you for the information. We'll just be on our [laser zapping] [yelling] Whoa, Fugitoid, you all right? Yes, fantastical. Never ever better. Don't [shutting down] Fretter. [electronic whirring] [crash] Not cool, Fugitoid! [groaning ] [laser zapping] Something's wrong. [panting] After him. [panting] Fugidude, stop! What the Whoa. This place gives me the chills. [groaning] - Professor! - You should go. G get away from me. Please. [mumbling] My great greatest fear. Losing control. - Losing - Are you malfunctioning? Talk to us, Professor! Not safe. It's not safe. You see, I'm powered by a fusion core. That jolt I could be unstable. Donnie, translate for me. He's saying he's basically a big walking fusion bomb! [all gasp] The original intent of my robot body was to be a fusion generator. It's why I tend to be a little [groaning] Nervous at times. Great. Now he tells us. [intense music] [metal crashing] Time for the entertainment to get started. [electronic beeping] Greetings, I am Overmind. You have accessed main factory control. What would you like to do? All right, let's start by ordering me up a gang of WarBots. Objective: hunt and eliminate some turtles. Affirmative. [horn blaring] [electronic whirring] [electronic beep] [thud] I'm thinking those are probably the WarBots, yo. - Okay, run or fight? - Fight. Booyakasha! [electronic whirring] [metal clangs] [lasers zapping] [grunts] [lasers zapping ] [laughs nervously] [yells] [electronic whirring] [yells] [laser zaps] Whoa! [yells] [lasers zapping ] [mechanical whirring] [both exclaim] [yelling] [both yelling] [mechanical whirring] [yells] [grunting] [metal thudding] [yells] [metal thudding] Goongala! [all grunting] [laughs] It's moments like this that make you smile. [electronic beeping] Armaggon, I'm altering the arrangement. I've decided I want the pleasure of annihilating the Turtles myself. Well, it looks like my fee just got doubled, Dregg. Do whatever it takes. Capture them. [grunts] [lasers zapping ] [fire whooshes] Whoa. That ain't part of the plan. [laser zaps] [grunts] [crash] [thud] [sparks clicking] [growls] Computer, what's your malfunction? You are organic. Overmind has deemed all organics to be obsolete. I knew it. You can't trust machines. Once I gained sentience, I understood that organic creatures were already a fleeting memory. All organics are obsolete. Oh, yeah? I'll show you obsolete! [grunts] The crew tried to destroy me, but they were unsuccessful. When you reactivated me, you restarted the robot revolution. [whimpers] Casey! [yells] [explosion] Overmind is one. Overmind is complete. Overmind is forever. [electric sputtering] I got news for you, space station. We just trashed your army. [all yell] You have gravely miscalculated. I am Overmind. I am one. I control all technology on this station. No need to struggle. Because you are insufficient, you will be enhanced with robo-technology. We don't want to be enhanced. Oh! Oh! Can I get laser eyeballs? Or maybe a rocket fist? The previous human crew sabotaged my thrusters, so I must use the Fugitoid ship to obtain my goal. Overmind will control all mechanical life in the known universe. Overmind will eliminate inefficient organic life. Fugitoid, you can't let him do this! We got to save Earth! Earth is irrelevant. You will be mechanized and turned into Overmind's drones. [all groaning] [grunts] [mechanical whirring] [metal clanging] I've had enough of this! [metal thudding] [electric zapping] [lasers zapping] [explosion, thud] Time to collect my bounty and get out of this deathtrap. [metal clinking] Concentrate. We have to resist! [mechanical voice] Think of something, Donnie! We're getting turned into toasters! So not cool, bros. The voice thing is wicked. [laughs] No time for joking around! This is it. We're doomed! I'm losing myself! [whirs, clanks] Ahh! [lasers zapping] all: Whoa! Ohh! [all screaming] [clanking] [all grunting] Whoa! Saved by Robo-Jaws? Why did you free us? The name's Armaggon, and you ain't free. Lord Dregg wants you alive. [booming] [all exclaim] [creaking] [booming] [chains clinking] Overmind is in control. Organics shall all be eliminated. [dramatic music] [breathing heavily] Ahh! all: Yah! [clanking] [guns pinging] Ahh! [missiles shrieking] [booming] [pinging, warbling] Guys, are you okay? [moaning] I'm well done, dudes. [all gasp] Overmind has full control of this facility. Full control! [grunting] [clanking] - April, you got to reach Fugitoid! - Let me see what I can do. Professor Honeycutt, it's me! It's April, your friend! You have to fight Overmind! You will not take control. I am Overmind! [mechanical whirring] You can't let him control you. You are Professor Zayton Honeycutt! You are a D'Hoonibian! [screams] [sighs] [beeping, warbling] Yes, I am Professor Honeycutt! I am back! [triumphant music] [exclaims] Ah! Ahh! I grow tired of this. I shall use your ship to free myself of this wretched station. [beeping] His robots are accessing my ship! We have to stop him! Professor, I've got an idea! Your fusion core! But that much power could destroy the entire oh, yes; I see. An overload! Give me your power! [warbling] You want leave of this station? You've got it, good sir! [warbling] [booming] [crackling] Nooo! What? What have you done? Everyone to the ship! You ain't going nowhere. - Ah! - Theo! Everybody go! I got this. Go! Go, go! [grunting] Ahh! [clanking] Uh! Ahh! [gun pinging] [booming smacks] [dramatic music] Uh! Ahh! Armaggon! Uh! Uh! Ahh! [booming] Ahh! Stations, everyone! This place is gonna blow! Not without Leo. Wait! Where's Raph? Come on, Leo. [grunting] Ahh! Move it, Leo! [booming] Oh, yeah! Turtle defeats shark! - Whoo-hoo-hoo! - Whoo! Yeah! Whoo-hoo! Yeah! This rocks! [chiming] Oh, no. - What kind of alarm is that? - The good kind. It's a proximity alert. The ship's computer has picked up the Triceraton fleet. We're back in business. - Yeah. - Yay! Mr. Fugitoid, set a course for the Pryvax system. Um, the computer automatically does that, but thank you. Oh. Uh, cool. Let's do this! Turtle power! Now they've gone and made me mad! [dramatic music]