Mutant Gangland

Out of the way! - Let's get out of here. - After 'em! Don't let 'em escape. [grunts.] You're not going anywhere, evil [groans.] [yelps.] Stupid muties! [tires screeching.] [groans.] [dramatic music.] - Hey, what the - Out of the car now. Move! Leatherhead, give 'em a ride. [roars.] [both yelling.] [car crashing.] [yells.] They're gonna eat us. I came for this, but now that you mention it, I am kind of hungry. What do you want with this stuff? We ain't saying nothing, freak-o. Give me five minutes with these punks. - Huh? - Yes. In the meanwhile, allow me to psychically probe these miscreants. What? [whimpering.] Great Scott! They're bringing these blueprints to an engineer to build weapons specifically designed to destroy mutants. That's right. Every mutant in this town is going down. [engine rumbling.] [tires squealing.] [all coughing.] [both groaning.] Hey, yo. Well, what do we have here? [groans.] [coughs.] Well, thank youse very much. [groans.] [laughs.] You like that? Nerve gas that only works on mutants. Hey, yo, Vic. Vinnie. Move. [tires squealing.] [coughing.] We must warn our Turtle brothers before they use those weapons to wipe out Mutantkind forever.[both grunting.] [swords clanking.] Oh, so you want to do this for real? Bout time. [grunting, swords clanging.] Easy, Raph. [grunting, swords clanging.] The more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle. Now quit playing games and show me what you really got. [groaning.] [both grunting.] [gasps.] [groans.] Hmm. [grunting, blows falling.] [both groaning.] [grunting, blows falling.] [groaning.] [both grunting.] [groaning.] Uh-oh. [grunts.] Raphael, enough. Come on, Leo. Scared of a real fight? No, I'm scared you've been getting more and more hostile and pulling away from the team. What gives? I'm tired of training with kid gloves. No one's pulling punches out there. Why should we do it in here? - Raph. - Teishi. Because you are brothers, and your goal here is to train. [groans.] Sensei. Why do you always stick up for Leo? I'm the only one who takes training seriously. The rest of 'em are just goofing off all the time. [video game music.] [growls.] [crying.] "No one appreciates me. " Back on the "everyone loves Leo" routine? Get some new material, you big baby. [laughs.] That's it. If you guys don't want to take this as seriously as I do, then I quit! I'm done. Through. Adios! [sighs.] How many times has he quit the team, now? Mm, 27 times. You have a brilliant mind, Donatello, yet you see a fire and try to put it out with gasoline. You are growing up, my sons, and you must become more mature. One day, I will not be around to remind you of your foibles. Is a "foible" that little dangly thing in the back of my throat? "Foible" means a weakness of character, shellbrain. Master, you've made it through the worst of the worst, and we're gonna make sure that nothing can Everything is impermanent, Leonardo. You cannot expect anything to last forever, even family. Greetings, Turtles. Leatherhead. Good to see you, Michelangelo. Dude, Mondo Gecko. When did you join the team, bro? A little while back. They totally love my fighting style. Hiyah! Hey, where's Pigeon Pete? We don't talk about Pigeon Pete. So what brings the Mighty Mutanimals? We need your help, Turtles. We've uncovered plans to develop mutant-hunting weapons. I telepathically discovered that Don Vizioso wants to take control of the city now that Shredder has vanished, and the Don knows the only thing that stands between him and his vile goals Is us. We need to take down the Don and his goons before he takes us down. Donnie, can you track Raph down in the Party Wagon? If he's out there alone Sure, I probably owe him an apology, anyway. [faint siren in distance.] [piano music.] [slurping.] Eccellente. Vic, Vincenzo, welcome. I see you've brought some pest control. Best money can buy, Don Vizioso. It fires miniature rockets that sniff out mutant DNA, like a heat-seeking missile. [laughs.] Boom, splat! So what are you waiting for, fellas? [slurps.] [burps.] Once the muties are gone, taking over this town will be a piece of cake, which reminds me. Get me a piece of cake. [ominous music.] Now go clean the vermin out of the streets, but keep one alive. We'll give 'em to Dr. Farrell, see what makes the little bugs tick. We should be able to find Raph with his T-Phone signal. - I just need to - [beeping.] Mondo! Please stop touching everything. Chill out, bro. Once I get this radio working, we can par-tay! [beeping.] That's not a [beeping.] [metal clanging.] [screams.] [explosion.] [exclaims.] [chuckles.] [growls.] Sick of them making me the bad guy all the time. Better off living by my own rules. [grunts.] Not having to worry about going too hard on those softshells. [glass shattering.] Well, look who showed up to help me blow off some steam. [phone ringing.] Don't need 'em. Come on, fellas. Let's wrap it up. That's the last bag of cash. [doors slam.] - Bank robbery? - [exclaims.] Come on, guys. That's pretty unoriginal. [both grunting.] [gun firing.] [metal clangs.] [both grunting.] [upbeat music.] [all groaning.] You got to step up your game if you're gonna commit crimes in my city. Raph, what are you doing? Getting along fine without you, obviously. Raphael. What are you even doing here, Geek-o? I sometimes throw tantrums too, bro, but friends don't turn their back on their friends. [groans.] Save it, guys. I am done with you for good. Oh, man. He wasn't like this the 26 other times he quit. It's been a long time coming, I can tell you that. [gun cocks.] What? [gasps.] [gun fires.] [exclaims.] [explosion.] Donnie! [explosion.] [dramatic music.] The robbery was a setup. They lured us here! [beeping.] [guns firing.] [screams.] [explosions.] [grunts.] Donnie, are you [explosion.] [grunts.] Raph! [gunfire.] [exclaims.] Raph, they're loaded with mutant-hunter rockets. What? [guns firing.] [grunts.] [guns firing.] [explosion.] I can't see. [coughing, guns firing.] [exclaims.] [gun firing.] [exclaims.] [gun firing.] [exclaims.] [grunting, blows falling.] [dramatic music.] [grunts.] [groans.] We're not leaving him. Come on! Hero time with Mondo! [grunting, blows falling.] Get him! [grunting, blows falling.] [groaning.] [blow falling.] Stomp the mutie. [all grunting.] Hey, you. all: Huh? Uh. [yelling.] [groans.] [grunts.] Raph, no! [gun cocks.] [grunting.] [explosion.] [groans.] [blows falling.] Boss says to take one for the road. Grab the purple one. This one's pretty much finished. [grunts.] [groans.] [groans.] I'm making a snow angel. Better take him too, for variety. [grunts.] [panting.] Aw, man, you messed up big time, Raph. Muties? Here? [suspenseful music.] Hey. [yells.] [groaning.] Don Vizioso, we need to talk. [chuckling.] I get to watch these freaks get whacked from the comfort of my own restaurant? This is truly a gift. [chuckles.] We're not here for a fight, gangster dude. We're here for a truce. But if you don't leave the city peacefully, Don Vizioso, we are prepared to make you. [laughing.] Get a load of that. It knows my name. Know any other tricks? [laughing.] [chuckling.] There are more mutants in this town than you can handle, even with your mutant-hunter weapons. [munching.] That's exactly why we're not leaving. This city's got a real mutant problem. [burps.] We're not going anywhere, 'cause we're human. It's you monsters who don't belong. [growls.] Chill, dude. Leo's got this. [phone ringing.] Excuse me, mutants. [phone ringing.] Hello? Ah, you don't say? Thank you very much. - One of your Turtle brothers is down. - both: No! And the other belongs to us now, as does that little lizard pal of yours. My friend. So it's your move, freaks. [laughing.] [growls.] [roaring.] [gun firing.] [laughing.] [grunting.] [groans.] [guns firing.] [laughing.] [chair beeps.] [laughing.] [guns firing.] Huh? [laughing.] So long, muties. See you in the funny papers. Grab him! [grunting.] [roars.] Aah! [laughs.] [grunts.] Come on! Wastin' mutants: first respectable thing we done for the city! [gunshots.] [gun whirring.] [both roar.] [rocket whirs.] [explosion.] [rubble clatters.] [sighs.] The Don's got a stronghold at the Hignight Hotel in the Bowery. No one gets in, and no one gets out. If he's holding anything valuable, that's where it will be. Including captives. [door creaks open.] both: Huh? [gasps.] - both: Raph! - Whoa. You okay, bro? [grunts.] I blew it. I led 'em right into a trap. Hey, we're a team, and we cover each other's mistakes. We'll get them back. Then we better move. Whatever he wants Donnie and Gecko for, it's not good. Hey! Why don't you make like a tree and scram! [screams.] [laughter.] I don't wanna wait for Doc Farrell. Do it now. [munching.] Do what now? Seriously, dudes, I got a cramp in my foot, and I gotta pee real bad. I'll tell ya what we're gonna do. We're gonna see what makes ya tick. [gulps.] [weakly.] No. Um, can we discuss this like rational dudes? I have, like, really sensitive skin when it comes to knives and blades. [stammering.] If you hold on a sec, I can give you an A-plus presentation that explains how mutants work, so you can skip the whole dissection thing. [chuckles, yelps.] Cool? [yelps.] [muffled grunt.] Hey! What are ya doin'? Don't leave your post. - Whoa! - [roars.] - Mutant! - [all scream.] Go, go, go, go! [screams.] - [gunshots.] - Take that, ya filthy mutant! [smacking and grunting.] [screams.] [gasps.] [all scream.] Sorry we can't hang out anymore, fellows. [all screaming.] They found us! No kiddin'. But I got a special surprise to get rid of these creeps, once and for all. [pained groans.] Hmm. That wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. [steam hissing.] [metallic screech, clank.] It ain't over yet, big guy. [rockets blasting.] [explosions.] [rhythmic metallic clanking.] [laughing.] [loud clank.] Hey, yo, you mutants are about to go extinct. [rockets blasting.] Bring it! [roars.] [smacking and grunting.] [rockets blasting.] [smacking and grunting.] What? [smacking and grunting.] Booyakasha! Yes! Finally! Dudes, get me outta here! I gotta pee so bad! Let our friends go! [laughs.] You turtles don't stand a chance. Take a look. Your biggest muscle is gettin' pulverized by the Hammer! He's my best guy. No one can take him down. Then I guess he'll be too busy to protect you! - Why you Destroy 'em! - With pleasure! [smacking and grunting.] [laughs.] [gun blasts.] [screams.] [explosion.] [laughs.] Take care of the Don and his goons. I'm gonna help the Mutanimals! Thanks, Raph! [glass shatters.] [grunts.] [smacking and grunting.] Nuts to you for shoplifting me, ya goons! Hoo-ha! [mimics guitar solo.] Look at me now, look at me now! [grunts.] [grunting.] [loud thud.] Hey, yo. You're all about to get crushed by the Hammer! [growls.] [hammer clangs.] Hey, Hammer! Come and get me! I'll carve ya right outta that tin can! What, with those little can-openers? It's your move, creep! [jet pack whirs.] [panting.] Hey, yo, hold still so I can shoot ya! [grunts.] [rocket blasts.] [distant explosions.] Leatherhead, Attack Sequence G! [grunts.] [grunts.] [grunts.] [loud thud.] Yo. [grunts.] Nice! Ha! Hey, yo! Gonna turn these mutants into street meat. [rockets blasting.] [energy whirring.] [explosions.] [both roaring.] [smacking and grunting.] [roaring.] [slowly screaming.] Hey, yo! [crash.] Aww, nuts. [both grunt.] Step back, mutie! I mean it! [grunts.] Hi-ya! No! [screaming, electricity sizzling.] [crashing.] [screaming.] Muties! - Whoa. - Wow! [chuckles.] That turned out so much better than expected. Cowabunga! [groans.] [laughs.] I'm glad you're okay, brother. Sorry I got so intense when we were sparring. Sorry I pushed your buttons, dude. Okay, okay, let's stop apologizing. It's makin' me feel weird. It goes to show that you can never let anger separate you. For our time in this world is limited, and how terrible it would be to have unresolved anger for one another. Life is short and precious. Taco pizza marshmallow surprise! Indeed. I'm quite famished! [sighs.] Get it while it's hot and sticky! - Booyakasha! - Too slow, bro! [grunts.] [grunts.]