Turtles Forever (2009) - full transcript

An out of the ordinary encounter with strange alien ooze mutates four ordinary pet turtles Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello into talking, walking, fighting green machines! Together, these brothers train with the legendary sensei rat, Splinter, to master the martial art of Ninjitsu. In this truly turtle powered tale, the turtles from one dimension meet the turtles from another dimension when a teleporting mishap occurs. What the shell is going on? Together, the turtles must locate the Technodrome to fix this mess! Meanwhile, Shredder tracks down his counterpart, Ch'rell, who devises a master plan to travel back to the Prime Universe to get rid of the turtles once and for all! As worlds collide, the turtles come face to face with classic characters like Casey and April, and a slew of enemies including Krang, Hun, the Foot Soldiers, the Purple Dragons, Bebop and Rocksteady!

(suspenseful music plays)

(beep)

Boss, we're in.

Excellent.

And the goods?

Tons of high-tech loot,
just like you said, boss.

Just like you said.

(quiet whooshes)

(whooshing through air)

Look out!

(blows landing, grunting)



(theme playing)

MAN (on TV):
I'm afraid it's true, Kincaid.

I'm not your stepbrother;

I'm your half-sister.

(gasps)

ANNOUNCER:
We interrupt this program

for a Channel 6 news exclusive.

There was a daring robbery
earlier tonight

at a high-tech
midtown laboratory.

A nearby surveillance camera
captured this image

of four bizarre green creatures.

(gasps)

Leonardo!

Michelangelo!



Donatello!

Raphael!

You rang?

I fear you have been careless
tonight, my sons.

The secret of our existence
has been compromised.

What, tonight?

I haven't been out.

Mikey?

Negatory.

Master Splinter,

we've been cooped up in
here with you all night.

Then how in the world
do you explain... this?

NEWSMAN:
The image of the four creatures
is a bit grainy,

but even so, you can make out

what appear to be
four large Turtles.

Wha...?
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?

RAPHAEL (chuckles):
It's... it's got to be

some kind of
gag, right?

I am not laughing, Raphael.

NEWSMAN:
In other news,

unusual underground
seismic activity

continues to be reported
throughout Manhattan.

Here.

I've got the image.

DONATELLO:
They do look like us.

Whoever "they" are.

DONATELLO:
Who are they fighting?

SPLINTER:
The Purple Dragons!

So Hun's behind
all this turtle-y fun?

Are you guys seeing this?

It's all over the news.

We see it, April--
and we're about

to get to the bottom of it.

It was a sweet
score, boss.

We grabbed all kinds
of high-tech goodies.

But the real prize
is right in here.

(beeping)

(mechanical whirring, thumping)

We got 'em, boss,

we finally got 'em.

Say hello...

to the Ninja Turtles.

Huh?

You were expecting
maybe somebody else?

Uh, I don't know
who these freaks are,

but they're not the Turtles.

Chumley, if we're
not the Turtles,

I don't know who is.

(others chuckling)
Good one, Raphael!

We, uh, found
this on them.

Ninja type stuff.

Right, boss?

Hmm...

Hey.

Don't you owe us
one phone call?

Like, I totally know
who I'm calling.

ALL:
Pizza delivery!

(1988 Turtles laughing)

Oh!

What is this?

That's just ooze.

We fight old bucket-breath
over that stuff all the time!

"Old bucket-breath"?

You know-- old frying-pan face.

Chrome dome?
Metal mouth?

Tin teeth.

(dog growling)

What are you freaks
talking about?

A mind like a steel trap,
this one.

Know what I'm saying?

Hello? We're talking
about Shredder.

What does this have to
do with the Shredder?

Like Michelangelo said,

it's just some mutagen
we stopped Shred-head

from getting
his claws on.

(bubbling)
Mutagen?

Hmm...

Hmm?

I'd be careful with that
if I were you.

(slurping)

(squeaking)

(deep growling)

(fierce screeching)

What the...?

(screeches)

(insect groans)

Hmm, this could really
come in handy...

especially if
the Shredder is back.

Uh, what do you want us to do
with these guys, boss?

I've already got four Turtles
to worry about.

These are superfluous.

Nice knowing you,
Superfluous.

(men chuckling)

MAN: What the...? Aah!
(blow lands)

(all grunting and groaning)

Ohh!

Aah!
(glass breaking)

Get it off me!
(barking)

Hope you don't mind,

but we let ourselves in.

Actually,

it kind of looks like
we're already here.

Hey, those dudes
look just like us.

Don't flatter yourselves!

(both grunting)

That's our cue!

(grunting)

(grunting)

Raph! Look out!

(grunting continues)

Thanks, bro!
Thanks, bro!

(gasps)

(fierce grunt)

(groans)

1988 MICHELANGELO:
Excuse me!

Aah!

Sweet!

They got little initials

on their belt buckles!

Like superheroes!

Whoa!

(laughs):
Yeah!

(grunts)

Fascinatin'!

Little help here, Mikey?

You got it!
You got it!

Cowabunga!

(clangs)

(yells)

Cool off, dude!

Heh-heh!
"Cool off," he says.

Huh.

(loud grunting)

ALL:
Turtle Power!

How can you not
love these guys?

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(cracking, rumbling)

(clamoring)

(yells)

(all yelling)

1988 MICHELANGELO:
Whoa!

Now, that was off the wall!

Come on!

(groans)
Let's stay in touch.

All right, time
for some answers.

Who the shell are you guys?

I was about to ask you
the same question.

Don't get cute.

We can't help it--
we were born that way.

Look, we just
risked our shells
rescuing you from Hun

and the Purple Dragons.

So I think we're entitled
to some answers.

He's right.

They've earned it.

Absolutely.

So... spill!

You bet.

Right after lunch!

What?

No!

DONATELLO: Uh, what
are they doing?
(people yelling)

That's it--
they're toast!

We can't go running around
in broad daylight!

Doesn't seem to be
stopping them.

Hey there!
How's it going?
(gasps)

Hello.
Hi.

If they get spotted
by the wrong...

Come on, time
to call in reinforcements.

I'm starving.

I could eat
a whole pie myself!

(1988 Turtles laughing,
people gasp)

(all sighing happily)

(people screaming)

Score!

No line!

We'll take four
large pizzas,

with sauerkraut, tuna fish,
pretzels and jelly beans.

(yelling and screaming)

Maybe they're
out of jelly beans?

(sirens blare)

(police radio chatter)
Huh? Uh-oh, the boys in blue!

Let's slip out the back!

Whoa!
Hey!
Let us out of here!

What's going on?
Let us go!

(all grunt)

Hey!
What's the big idea!

You totally picked
the wrong...

Huh?
(gasps)

(fuming)

Master Splinter?

You know me?

Well, yeah, but...

Did you get
a perm job or something?

You look, uh, different.

Come to think of it,

everything's been looking
a little different lately.

Yeah. Ever since
that big explosion,

New York just hasn't
been the same.

Explosion?

Yeah, during our, uh,
battle with Shredder.

The Shredder?

Perhaps it would be best if
you started from the beginning.

Well...

we were mixing it up inside
the Shredder's ultimate weapon,

the Technodrome,

trying to keep him
from getting his claws

on some vials of mutagen.

We were looking for a way to
end the fight once and for all,

when Don had a rockin' idea--

use the Technodrome's
own transdimensional portal

to send it back
from whence it came.

(electrical zapping)

Don started working
his techno-magic, but...

(weapons firing)

(zapping)

(all trembling)

(zapping intensifying)

The next thing we knew,
we were back in the city.

And we got back to doing
what we do best--

taking down scuzz-buckets.

Hun and the Purple Dragons.

But maybe we're not
in Kansas anymore.

Not our Kansas, anyway.

Dude, are you saying...

I'm saying the Technodrome's
transdimensional portal

might have zapped us all

to a different world.

This Shredder of yours,
he's here, too?

(groans)

Our path is clear.

Together we must find
this Technodrome.

It may be

the only way to get
these four home.

1988 MICHELANGELO:
Whoa!

(laughter)
Noogie!

Cut it out, you guys.

(laughter)

RAPHAEL:
The sooner the better.

(starter cranking,
engines stalling)

MALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Primary engines off-line.

Blasted machine!

(electrical crackling)

How does a minor battle
with those annoying Turtles

cause the engines to...?

(alarm sounding)
What the devil?

A temporal anomaly?

It seems the transdimensional
portal has thrown

the Technodrome into
an entirely different dimension.

(angry yell)

I hate those Turtles.

(shrill beeping)

What now?

Perimeter breach,
perimeter breach.

DONATELLO:
You were right, uh, Donatello.

Tracking the recent
weird seismic activity

has led us straight to the,

uh, Technodrome!

RAPHAEL:
A giant golf ball on wheels?

That's your Shredder's
ultimate weapon?

1988 SHREDDER:
Eight Turtles?

I don't know
how this came to be,

but soon there will be none.

(Turtles gasp and grunt)

1988 SHREDDER:
Destroy them, all of them.

With great pleasure,
Master Shredder.

BeBop and Rocksteady?

Say your prayers,
Turtles.

(shouting, firing weapons)

Uh, so how do you guys normally
handle these situations?

1988 TURTLES:
Turtle power!

Whoo-hoo!
All right!

Don't you just
love these guys?

Cowabunga!

1988 TURTLES:
Cowabunga! Whoo-hoo!

Geez, it's like having
five Mikeys now.

(grunting)

Huh?

Robots?

Exploding robots.

(chuckles)

(BeBop chuckles)

Ha, whoa!
Yeah!

Whoa!

Ha!

Prepare to get
plasmarized.

I don't think so.

(grunts)

Huh?

Oh!

Oh.

Yah!

(laughter)

I'm gonna pulverize
you shellbags.

Sure.
Oh!

(grunts)

(Raphael grunting)

Hyah!

(grunting)

Just as soon as you get
out on parole. (laughs)

(laughing)

Cut it out, guys.

I'm trying to fight here.

(grunts)

Yeah, who wants some?

Ha!

Ahh!

Yeah, hey!

Ha-ha!

Stee-rike!

I'll give you a strike!

(muttering)

Wow, what a hard case.

Bro, I could
tell you stories.

Aah, blasted Turtles!

(groans)

Shredder,
you bungling idiot.

I'm in the middle
of something here, Krang.

First you get us stuck
in this infernal dimension

and now you struggle...

(belches)

...to defeat
these primitive creatures.

If my troops
from Dimension X were here...

Oh, quit nagging

about Dimension X.

We're having enough trouble
in this dimension.

Can't you see
there are eight Turtles now?

Wait.

That's it. Of course.

If this dimension has
its own version of the Turtles,

perhaps it has
its own Shredder as well.

Ooh, and maybe even
its own Krang.

Why, that would be wond...

MALE COMPUTER VOICE:

(beeping)
Excellent.

Now, let's buy ourselves

a little time.

(electronic whirring
and beeping)

Whoa!

(whirring
and beeping)

What gives?

(sustained whirring and beeping)

(straining)

Whoa!

Whoa!
Whoa!

BOTH:
Whoa!

ROCKSTEADY:
Wait for us!

Hold up, boss!

(both grunt)

(engine starts)

(all gasping)

(engine whining)

(shudders)

RAPHAEL: Come on,
they're making a run for it!

(screaming)

(all gasping)

Hmm, nothing comes up
for Krang

in this dimension.

What?

Shredder, on the
other hand...

there he is

and he is magnificent.

What strength,
what power.

(grunting on-screen)

Oh, how I've longed for
an ally such as this,

so unlike the sniveling idiots
that I've been forced to suffer.

I'm right here.

I can hear you!

(belches)

Now, to find him.

(blipping and trilling)

Hmm, strange.

He's off-world.

No matter.

I will program
the matter transporter

to beam him
to us directly.

(zapping)

This is
a turning point, Krang.

The world will tremble
before the combined power

of mighty Shredder and his...

(zapping stops)
Huh?

Pink slug?

Oh... I wanted
a super sinister ally.

Oh, I don't know, he
looks all right to me.

(belches)

Could that puny creature
actually be

this dimension's
Shredder?

(belches)
Quiet.

MALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Commencing cryoregeneration.

(sizzling)

(both yell)

No.

Fool, you overcooked him,
didn't you?

I did everything exactly right.

It should have worked.

It should be alive.

KRANG:
You botched it.

You botched it!
(growling)

(gasps)

Oh-ho-ho!

(straining)
You forget who
you talk to,

you whimpering-- ugh!-- worm!

Aah!

I am the Shredder!

I know who you are.

Let go.

What fools are these,

so weary of life...

Wha...?
What...?

...that they take
the name of the Shredder...

...my name-- in vain?

Huh?
Huh?

(growls)

(grunting and groaning)

(growls)

And this is our
engine room,

currently under
repair unfortunately.

(phone ringing)

Oh, please excuse me,
most honored guest.

(snarling)

Krang, what's
taking so long?

I can't keep this alien
entertained forever.

All is ready...

(sinister chuckle)

...Mighty Shredder.

Just give the word.

The word, you smug slug,
is given.

(chuckles)

(growling)

You...

Uh...

(grunting)

(both grunting)

Little man, you have
made a grave...

a grave...

(snarls)

...a grave...

(1988 Shredder grunts)

(pants)

I thought he could help us
defeat the Turtles,

but he-he's insane.

Perhaps we may still learn
something useful di...

(belches)

...dissecting it, hmm?

MALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Intruder alert.
(alarm blaring)

Intruder alert.

KRANG:
Aah!

(metal clattering)

(all gasp)

(shouting)

(all gasp)

(exhales)

(grunting)

(fierce yell)

I am called Karai.

(yells in horror)

I am his daughter.

Not much of
a family resemblance.

(grunts)

(whimpers)

According to this,

the Technodrome's close.

(tires squealing)

(crashing)
Whoa!

Hey, everyone all right?

What the shell?

(dog snarling, barks)

(deep growling)

Uh... you didn't tell us
you had family in town.

And you didn't tell me
your doppelgangers

were carrying
super-powered mutagen.

What's he talking about?

(growling)

(all gasp)

That stuff barely splattered
my man here.

(ferocious growl)

Imagine what
I could do with more.

(panicked shouts)

(growling)

Hi-yah!

(growls, whines)

(grunting and groaning)

Give me that mutagen.

I don't think so.

(groaning)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(groaning)

(deep growling)

(gasps)

Leo!
Leo!

No!

(deep roaring)

Incoming!

(explosion)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(metal clanging)

(quiet groan)

Father!
Are you all right?

I... believe so.

"Father"?

We need to get you
back to the lair.

Whoo-hoo! Time to hit
the sewers, my brothers!

Yeah!
All right!

(strained grunting)

These things are a lot
heavier in your dimension.

RAPHAEL:
Out of the way, tubby!

(manhole cover sliding)

All right, everybody
into the pool.

P.U.! Your sewers
really stink!

Um, you don't have

any nostrils.
Touché.

Yeah!

Hey.

What about the Technodrome?

That crate moves about
as fast as you guys.

We'll catch up to it.

Hey!

(growling)

(yells)

(grunts)

(all yell, grunting)

(Raphael yelling,
1988 Donatello whimpering)

(screaming)

Ha! Mine!

Hun wins again!

Um, you might want to take
a closer look, Mr. Winner.

Huh?

(sizzling)

(yelling)

(fierce yell)

(grunts)

Oh!

Get this crud off!

Let's not stay in touch.

No...!

Get it off me!

Get it off me...!

(deep growling)

(growls)

(gears grinding)

(mechanical whirring)

Hun...

my old friend.

You!

Having a bad day?

Look what they've done to me!

Accursed Turtles!

Perhaps we have common cause
once again, you and I.

Yes?

Yes... master.

DONATELLO:
I don't understand it.

The tracking system
was closing in,

and then suddenly,

poof!-- static.

It's like
the Technodrome disappeared.

Any idea what we
should do next?

Oh, oh! Me! Me!
I know! I know!

Other than going out
for a slice?

Uh.
Oh.

(Leonardo groans)

I told you, you can't brainstorm
with these goofballs.

They ain't got no brains!

Hey! We resemble that remark.

(laughter)

1988 MICHELANGELO:
Good one, dude!

(power tools whirring)

(hammering and chiseling)

How go the repairs, Karai?

Very well,
Father.

The technology of
Dimension X is ridiculous,

but once revised
with Utrom science,

it will prove devastating.

Yes, the two
merge well together.

This new body is proof of that.

KARAI:
And more proof--
their robotic Foot Soldiers.

Clumsy, weak, almost...

(crackling)
...cartoonish.

(metal clanging)

(weapon firing)
But now...

with the proper
modifications--...

...lethal!

Our human troops
have also been upgraded.

By analyzing the mutagen

that infected Hun, we have
successfully engineered

our own mutant army!

(screaming in agony)

(deep growling)

Soon I will bring
this world to its knees!

And then...
1988 SHREDDER:
Wait! Stop!

Come back here
with my command chair!

That's an order!

And then, perhaps,
the world

of my worthless counterpart.

Infinite possibilities
have been opened to me,

thanks to this Technodrome.

I shall rule
the multiverse, Karai.

Computer...
(beeping)

This is the Shredder.

I wish to learn about
alternate dimensions.

Show me... everything!

(zapping)

(evil laughter)

Listen, guys, we've tangled
with Shred-head

and his Technodrome
plenty of times.

In fact, we got all kinds

of special anti-Technodrome
gear back home

for just such an occasion.

Special anti-Technodrome gear?

Certainly,
but like Leonardo said,

it's back in our home dimension.

We'll need to build some kind of

transdimensional portal stick
to get there--

a gateway
into other dimensions--

but small enough to fit
into most overhead compartments.

Donni, whatever
he's talking about,

can it be done?

We've seen time-travel windows,
cybermat transporters--

but a dimensional portal
in a stick?

It sounds...
well, silly.

No offense.

Come on, Mr. Wizard.

It'll be easy.

(beeping)

(power tools whirring,
hammering and chiseling)

KRANG:
You're not the only one
who needs to use

the transdimensional portal
you know.

Open up!

What are you doing
in there anyway?

(gasps and groans)

(body thuds)

My body!

(whimpering)

Insolent slug.

The Shredder's business
is his and his alone.

(yells)
Do not seek to
interrupt him again.

(groans)

Father, what is it?

What's wrong?

What did you see in there?

Turtles, Karai.

Ninja Turtles.

I must have them-- both teams.

At once.

Yes, revenge at last!

I knew you'd come through.

Together we can
crush the Turt...

(yelling, metal clattering)

Hun!

(footsteps thumping)

Tonight you hunt.

Find those who did this to you
and bring them to me.

It will be done, Master.

Okay, stand back.

(pulsating tones)

(electrical crackling)

(device slows down and stalls)

Huh. That should
have worked.

Should have worked?
That'll never work.

That's not a
transdimensional
portal stick.

That's... a flashlight.

It was a flashlight.

But with a little rewiring

and a lot more
positive thinking,

it'll soon be a transdimensional
portal stick.

Now hand me that hammer.

This is a wrench.

Details. Science isn't all
about facts, you know.

(metallic clanging)

(rumbling)

(both gasping)

(rumbling)

(explosion)

What the shell?

Turtles!

Oh, no!

How'd they find us?

They followed their nose.

(sniffing)

The nose knows.

(laughter)

(grunting)

Who disturbs the sanctity
of my home?

Don't you recognize me, rodent?

Huh?
Huh?
Hun?

Come examine your son's
handiwork.

(growling)

(weapons firing)

(growling)

(yells)

(yawning)

Is it noon already?

(1988 Turtles gasp,
weapons firing)

(panicked yelling)

(groaning)

(growling
and grunting)

(growling)

(fierce yell)

(groaning)

Robots 2.0?

(yelling)

(grunting)

So what's with the new look,
Gruesome?

That mutagen turned me
into the last thing
I touched. (grunts)

Mutant Turtle filth!

It's not true.

We shower regularly.

(growls)
(gasps)
(gasps)

(all grunting)

Why are you here, Hun?

What do you want?

You have no idea
what this is about, do you?

You don't even know he's back.

He?

The one true Shredder.

Huh?!
Huh?!
Huh?!

(fierce grunt)

(cracking)

(steam hissing)

(shudders)

(whimpering)

(groans)

(groans)

Oh... oh!

(soft groan)

ALL:
Master Splinter!

(growls)

(all gasping in horror)

(whimpering)

(zapping)

(zapping)

What just
happened?

Where's Master Splinter?

LEONARDO:
Where are we?

Cowabunga!

Dudes!
Oh, yeah!
All right!

1988 MICHELANGELO:
We're home!

(cheers and laughter)

What?

This is your
dimension?

Why does it
all look so...?

(music plays on boom box)

...weird?

Yup. There's
no place like home!

What the shell

are we doing here?

We got to go back!

Master Splinter's in
who-knows-what kind of trouble.

Donatello ported us out

just before your roof
flattened us into pizza pies.

Told you it'd work.

We're going back.

We'll save Splinter,

and we're stopping
that Technodrome.

But we've got another problem.

Hun mentioned
the one true Shredder.

And you know
what that means.

Our little alien
Utrom is back.

Utrom Shredder?

Sounds Swedish.

(laughter)

Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!

Can't you guys be serious
about anything?

They're right.

This is serious.

I say we had to our lair,

pick up
our anti-Technodrome gear

and go put it to good use.

But first,

we've got to save April.

(grunting)

(muttering gibberish)

(laughing)

(growling)

(screaming)

We save April
at least once a day.

ALL:
Yeah!

You can set
your watch to it.

(whimpering)

(clanging)

(thudding)

(fierce growl)

(nervous whimper)

Was that a mutant...
banana?

This dimension is
seriously messed up.

1988 TURTLES:
Cowabunga!

Boy, when you guys
are out of town,

the threats on my life
sure do pile up.

(gasps)

There are eight
of you now!

Holy scoop!

Wait. You're April?

Um, what's with
the yellow jumpsuit?

Do you work at a carwash
in this dimension?

I'm a reporter, April O'Neil.

And you are my ticket
to a Peabody.

Sorry, April.

No time for an exclusive.

We've got to get these guys
to the lair.

(growling)

(screaming)

Follow me!

(clamoring)

Oh, my eye!

(yelling)

(groaning and laughing)

1988 SPLINTER
Welcome home, my Turtles.

(gasps)

And my Turtles?

I'll get that gear
together,

and we'll be on our way
in no time.

Ow!

ALL:
Noogie!

Oh! Hey, cut it out!

(laughter)

Please, take
this moment

to nourish your
body and soul

as you prepare for the challenge
that lies ahead of you.

Thank you... Master.

My brothers and I have found
your dimension to be...

well... disorienting,
but being here,

seeing you feels right.

To me, also, Leonardo.

You four are
welcome here always.

That's kind of what
our Master Splinter said

to us about them.

(sighs)

I know.

I'm worried
about him, too.

(loud groan)

(whimpering)

What is this?

I asked for the Turtles,
and you bring me back

their... rat?!

We became separated when
their lair collapsed around us.

But rest assured, Master,

as long as you have
the rodent...
(groaning)

the Turtles
will come to you.

Father, what is
this all about?

The Turtles.

For my plans to proceed,

I must have them.

You have done
well, Hun.

Now...

let us make ourselves easier
to find.

(high-pitched whirring)
The time has come

to rise!

(phone ringing)

They're still
not answering.

I'm telling you, Casey,
something's wrong.

Ah, I'm sure
they're fine, April.

I mean, take a look around.

It's a beautiful night.

Everything's peachy.

(rumbling)
Huh?
Huh?

(loud rumbling,
panicked yelling and screaming)

(screaming)

(tires screeching)

(yelling)

(hissing)

What I said about peachy?

Never mind.

(yells)

Okay, guys, here's
everything we'll need

to take down
the Technodrome.

Exploding throwing stars,

anti-Technodrome roller skates,

SPF 1000 sun block.

And I got the pizzas.

We're good to go.

(laughing)
You're joking,
right?

We came all the way
to Wacky World for this junk?

No! No! No! No!
No! No! no!

Now let's open up a portal
back into your world

and go kick Shredder's butt!

(zapping)

(weapons firing on-screen)

What the shell?!

(weapons firing,
panicked screaming)

(deep humming)

Is that the Technodrome?

Dudes, I don't think
exploding throwing stars

are gonna cut it this time!

Then maybe it's time we bust
out two of our baddest rides!

(beep, engine starting)

(air hissing, creaking)

What? Your clown
car's in the shop?

(weapons firing)

(crowd yelling)

Move it! Move it!
Double time!

(explosive booming)

(deep humming)

(deep clanking)

(high-pitched whirring)

(electrical hissing)

(screaming and yelling)

(evil laughter)

Did they really believe

their military could stop
this Technodrome? Fools!

He's quite good there.

Shh! I don't want
to miss anything.

My onslaught
has only just begun!

(growling)

(panicked screaming)

(roaring)

(weapons firing)

(yelling)

(whooshing)
(gasps)

(pulsating whirring)

1988 TURTLES:
Cowabunga!

Crud!

Why did Casey have
to see us in this stupid van?

The technical term is
stupid party wagon.

Could be worse, Raph.

This is the lamest vehicle in
the history of lame vehicles.

Can't this thing
go any faster?!

(screams,
grunts)
Sure.

But, uh,
I wouldn't recommend it.

Why not?

Easier just
to show you, dude.

(yelps)

(yelling)
Cowabunga!

(growling)

(both banging vehicle)

Ugh.

(whimpers)

You know, this wagon
isn't half bad.

It ain't half good either.

(roaring)

We're just tickling
these uglies.

We need...

air support!

(1988 MICHELANGELO whimpering)

(screaming)

(yelling)

Whoa!

Well, they say any landing
you can walk away...

Return of the noogies.
Return of the noogies.

MICHELANGELO: Cut it out!
Come on.

Let's end this
once and for all.

THE SHREDDER:
Yes, come to me, Turtles.

What the devil
are you waiting for?

They're right
in your crosshairs.

Destroy them already.

(gasps)
(whimpering)

Restrain these buffoons.

(both groaning)

Sorry, boss.

1988 SHREDDER:
Unhand me!

KRANG: You'll hear from my
transdimensional attorney!

(tires squealing)

Hey, they rolled out
the welcome mat.

Then how come I ain't
feeling welcome?

(laughing)

You don't understand.

The Utrom Shredder
isn't like your Shredder.

He's vicious.

Lethal.

Competent!

We go in, no saying
if we come out.

Let's do this.

Today, we're
more than allies.

We're brothers.

ALL:
Go, Green Machine!

ALL:
It's Ninja time!

Turtle power!

(grunts)
Annoying power.

Hey!
RAPHAEL:
Move it, half-shell.

1988 MICHELANGELO:
Quit shoving!

THE SHREDDER:
Turtles.

Thank you for accepting
my humble invitation.

(yelling)

Thought you said
he was tough.

My sons, it is a trap.

TURTLES:
Huh?

If there is one constant
in the multiverse,

it is the predictability
of you Turtles.

Threaten something
you hold dear,

and you will ignore
your better instincts.

You should have stayed away.
(beep)

(electronic whirring)

Now, shall we begin?

(electrical crackling)

(yelling)

(groans)

(Turtles yelling)

If you plan on doing us in,
there's got to be an easier way.

Oh, you shall perish,
but not yet.

You see, like you,

I recently learned that ours
is but a single dimension

in a multiverse of dimensions.

Intrigued, I used this very
portal to survey them all.

Which is when I made a
startling, horrible discovery.

There are not simply
eight of you,

but scores of you.

Behold! A multiverse of accursed
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

1988 TURTLES:
Awesome!

Destroying the eight of you
would accomplish nothing.

So long as Ninja Turtles
exist somewhere

in the multiverse,
they will interfere

in the plans of the Shredder.

Our epic battle
is never going to end

unless I put an end
to Turtles forever!

Even a creature as power-mad
as you

cannot believe
he has the ability

to subvert
the entire multiverse.

Let us put that
to a test, vermin.

It seems that like branches
hanging off a single tree,

each of these dimensions sprang
from a common source.

Destroy the source and you would
set off a chain reaction

that would destroy
Ninja Turtles everywhere--

forever more.

(gasps)

And so, you are being scanned.

Broken down for the sole purpose
of discovering your source DNA.

Two Turtle teams
from two Turtle worlds.

Different in so many ways,

but deep down,
there are similarities.

(screaming)

And those similarities
shall point the path

to the source dimension--

(yelling)

Turtle Prime.

(yelling)
(electrical crackling)

I only regret
you will not survive

to witness the end of your...

KARAI:
Father.

We are receiving alarming
and unstable energy readings.

What is going on...?

(Turtles screaming)
(electrical crackling)

No!

Things like this never
happened back home.

COMPUTER:
Turtle Prime located.

THE SHREDDER:
It works.

The transdimensional portal

is receiving
the coordinates now.

Farewell, Turtles!

(gasps)

(beeping)

(evil laughter)

(Turtles yelling)

(yelling stops)

No!

Their demise
is only the beginning.

(beep)

(zapping)

That giant armored bowling ball
just imploded.

Casey, we've won.

Won?

April, no ship.

No Turtles.

Oh!

They went into that thing,

and now they're... they're...
(groans)

(whooshing)

(gasps)

(zapping)

(yelling)

(Turtles grunting and groaning)

APRIL:
Guys, you're alive!

Dudes, like, what
just happened?

Yeah. Shouldn't we be,
like, nonexistent
right about now?

APRIL:
Mikey!

And... Mikey?

I bump my head,
or am I really seeing double?

DONATELLO:
Casey, April, meet our
dimensional duplicates.

We ain't got time for
no meet-and-greet.

Raph's right.

The Shredder's back,
and he's on his way

to destroy the source
of all Ninja Turtle life.

What?!
Come again?

If we don't stop it,
it could spell the end

of Ninja Turtles
everywhere--

forever.

(tires squealing)

(snarling)

(roaring)

So, I still
don't get it.

Which Shredder is back,
doing what? To who?

What I want to know is,
how did we survive

the Shredder's centrifugal
scanning process?

We should have been broken
down into nonexistence.

Something didn't go
according to his plan.

Then he won't be expecting
us to go after him.

We need to head to
the source dimension--

to what the Shredder
called Turtle Prime.

But, Leo, you saw
Shredder's slide show.

The turtleverse
is like, ginormous.

We have no way of knowing
which dimension Turtle Prime is.

We'd just be guessing.

(all sighing)

Or we could track

your Shredder's
exact movements instead.

When the
Technodrome phases

through transdimensional
barriers, it leaves a trail
of particle emissions

that, with the
right equipment,

we can recalibrate
the portal stick to track.

(tires squealing)
(yelling)

What the shell, Raph?!

End of the road, bros.

Literally!

(people screaming)

(horrified screaming)

It's like the whole world's
being erased.

It's the Shredder--
has to be.

He's reached Turtle Prime.

APRIL:
Then we'd better recalibrate
your tracking device.

You said
you needed some equipment?

All our gear was destroyed
along with our lair.

But I think I know a place

that just might have
the tech we need.

DONATELLO:
Come on!

1988 DONATELLO:
Purple Dragon headquarters.

Nice call, Mr. Wizard.

I figured the Purple Dragons
would still have the goods

from that robbery they pulled.

Yeah, without Hun,
the Dragons ain't too swift.

(fierce hissing)

Step on it, home slices.

This place bugs me out.

(whimpering)

Yes.

(gasps)
Mutation--

it's a real horror show.

(yelling)

I don't know how
you escaped the Shredder,

and I don't care.

You're all mine now.

Hun.

Hon?
Hon?

Hun.

Do you know the thing I hate
most in all the world?

Turtles!

(roaring)

(yelling)

Alley-oop.

Now I look in the mirror--

all I see is you.

And I hate you even more!

Hun, you don't understand--

The Shredder, he...

Forget the Shredder.

You're going to pay
for what you've done to me.

Some people
just can't handle change.

Why do you keep doing that?
(whimpering)

Who are you talking to?
There's no one there.

You idiot. There ain't gonna
be anybody anywhere soon.

Look!

(yelling)

Boss, what's happening to...?

(screaming)

1988 MICHELANGELO:
The whole world is
going bye-bye, dude.

Pretty soon
you'll be going, too.

No.

We need your gear
to track him, Hun.

To stop him.

(yelling)

Hurry, take it!

Stop him!

Stop the Shredder before he...

(screaming)

(screaming stops)

You heard the man.

Let's go stop
the Shredder.

(whooshing)

DONATELLO:
Hurry! We need to get back
to where we started.

The exact spot the Technodrome
left our dimension.
Big smoking crater?

Hard to miss.

1988 MICHELANGELO:
Unless it disappears
before we get there.

(screaming)

No! Casey!

It's happening to me!

April!

Guys, April...

She... she's disappeared!

No!

Casey!

Raph, we can't stop.
We have to keep moving.

Right here.

(grunting)

Just have to reroute the
dimensional phase converter.

The rabbit goes up the hole,
around the tree

and back down the hole.

Step on it, dudes.

We're facing total,
complete wipeout here.

DONATELLO:
Boost the particle signal gain.

We're too cool to go!
We're too cool to go!

And power up.

(wavering tones)

(converter slows to a stop)
But, but...

But?
But?

But?
But?

It's not working.

(bangs converter)

(steady tone droning)

(droning stops)

(zapping)

(wind whistling)

The particle emissions end here.

So this must be the place.

Turtle Prime.

(thunder crashing)

Like what kind
of world is this?

Grim, gritty-- my kind of place.

Figures.
Figures.
Figures.
Figures.

Huh.
I'm thinking of retiring here.

We'll all be retiring
here permanently

if we don't find the Shredder
and stop him.

Uh, Leo, I think
someone just found us.

(thunder crashing)

Source dimension--

source turtles!

(all gasping)

What is this, eight wannabes?

On our turf?

Trying to steal our act?

(grunts)
Yeah.

(all yelling)
(all gasp)

1984 LEONARDO:
I strike two on my way down.

Donatello takes out
a third with his staff.

Already the pudgy ones
are starting to panic.

Raph loves this stuff.

He's not alone.

Why is he narrating?
Is he crazy?

Hardcore crazy.

I love these guys.

Ha!
(grunts)

(chuckles)

Stop!
(grunts)

We're trying to save
you from the...

from the Shredder!

(gasps)

The Shredder?

What do you know
of the Shredder?

We sworn to terminate the
Shredder to avenge Master Yoshi.

Terminate with
extreme prejudice.

(growls)

(all whimpering)

It's not your Shredder
you need to worry about.

Well, not right now.

It's complicated.

It's our Shredder; he's come
here to tear down your world.

And he's a grade-A meanie.

ALL:
Huh.

So you're
supposed to be us

from other worlds?

I don't see it.

What's with the

multi-colored
headbands?
(all gasp)

Hmm, sellouts.

Uh, well, check out
the initialized belt buckles

on these yahoos.

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!

How lame can a turtle get?

Am I right?

Hey!

Ow!
(laughing)

Geez, what a hard case.

What?

Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

All right, let's go
stop your Shredder.

You say he's using
a Technodrome?

Yep. But don't worry,
we've created

a sophisticated device

that will be able
to track the Technodrome

no matter where...
Is that it?

(electrical crackling)

Yep, that would be it.

It's been doing that all night.

Huh. Now let's go do
something about it.

(zapping)

Behold the glorious destruction
of a universe.

And with it, the end
of the Ninja Turtles.

(evil laughter)

Shredder,

we are here!

Shredder, face us.

Ah, the prototypical
Turtles.

At last.

Now with the flick
of a switch--

it ends.

Shredder!

Do you fear us?

(1984 Shredder laughing)

I am here.

(thunder crashing)

Come and face your...

(sputtering)

(screaming)

(body thuds)

(cat yowls)

Shredder!

(thunder crashing)

THE SHREDDER:
You speak my name,

but you do not know me.

I am Ch'rell, Oroku Sake,

Duke Accureds--
the one true Shredder.

I am a destroyer of worlds

and I fear no one!

Told you he'd
take the bait.

(yelling)

If there's one constant
in the mulitverse,

it's the Shredder's
big, fat ego.

Still alive?

How can this be?

Unless...

(thunder crashing)

Karai... you!

Yes, Father.

I used the matter transporter
to rescue the Turtles

from your scanner.

And that's not all.

Today my sons
do not fight alone.

(gasps)

Uh-oh,

we is so gonna get
yelled at for this.

(both sobbing)

KARAI:
Your unreasoning hatred
of the Turtles

has blinded you to the truth,
Father.

Your actions could
destroy us all.

(electrical crackling)

Karai's right.

Whatever you're doing,

you've already wiped out
our entire world.

Fool.

I care nothing for the universe
I left behind.

I will not stop until...

(screaming)

Less talk, more action.

(loud rattling)
(all gasping)

Let us finish this
once and for all.

I came to this dimension

to destroy Turtles.

The more...

...the merrier!

Now come,

come and face your doom!

All too easy.

My new body gives me
unlimited power.

(evil laughter)

(loud belch)

You're not the only one

with a molecular amplification
bio suit, you know.

(grunts)

(fierce grunt)

(groans)

But mine actually works.

(stifling belch)

(loud belch)

ALL:
Ew!

THE SHREDDER:
Today is the end of days
for you, Turtles.

You and all who stand with you.

(electronic hum)
Look out!

(weapons firing)

(grunting)
(metal clanging)

1988 SPLINTER:
Look out!

What do we do?

It's no use.
He's just too strong.

1988 MICHELANGELO:
Tell me about it.

(1988 Michelangelo grunting)

Even trash cans have no effect.

Oh, brother.

Look out!

(1988 Turtles sobbing)

Yeah, okay, it's okay.

You can let go now.
Let go.

(whimpering)
Don't make me hurt you.

Hey, anybody seen
the Turtle's classics?

(growling)

(yelling)

(electrical buzzing)

(The Shredder screaming)

(both groan)

We're free.
We're free.

(yelling)

(electrical buzzing)

Looks like we just found
something he's vulnerable to.

Yeah--

Turtles.

The Technodrome.

Hmm, go figure.

Get him into that beam!

(Turtles grunting)

We got to save the master.
We got to save the master.

Oh!

(electrical buzzing stops)

(evil laughter)

You had your chance.

Now I have mine.

Hey!

Without these Turtles,
you cannot exist.

Behold!

(yelling)

(yelling and screaming)

Only now, in the end,
do you truly understand.

(screaming in agony)

(evil laughter)

(explosion)

(screaming)

(groans)

Exploding throwing stars.

Told you they'd
come in handy.

(evil laughter)

Fools, your pathetic little toys
are not enough to stop me.

I will... (screaming)
(electrical buzzing)

Whew! That was
an easy fix.

The master will
be pleased.

(screaming)

No! No! No!

I will not...

I am...

(screaming):
No!!

(laughing)

The Shredder has been shredded.

1988 DONATELLO:
I'd say Turtle Prime is
healing up rather nicely.

It seems the dimensional
damage was only temporary,

so long as Turtle Prime
survived.

Which hopefully means...

Our world is healing, too?

I know a fun way to find out.

1988 MICHELANGELO: Casey!
1988 DONATELLO: April!

(1988 Turtles smooching loudly)

(laughing)

All right, all right,
show's over, you goofballs.

1988 TURTLES:
I wuv you, Casey.
I wuv you, April.

What is wrong
with them?

Leonardo,

seriously,
for your own good,

you bros should lay off
the dimension hopping business.

It's dangerous.

Bros?

We're bros.

(all gasping)

Now that's what I call
a Ninja vanish.

What about
your Shredder?

Think he's really gone
for good this time?

The Shredder is seldom gone
for long.

He shall return.

Well, when I get back

I'm going to zap you
all with the giggle ray
Krang invented. (laughs)

And rest assured, it will be us
who get the last laugh.

(loud belch)

Excuse me.

Hey, take us
with ya.

We said we
was sorry.

Take care of yourselves,
my brothers.

See you around the
multiverse, bros.

ALL:
It's Ninja time!

ALL:
Turtle power!

(electronic whooshing)

I'm gonna miss
those pudge-balls.

Not.

(electronic zapping)

I'm gonna miss
those wannabes.

Yeah, I kind of dug the initials
on the belt buckles.

Huh, you would.

I could go for a slice, though.

There's that place
on Bleeker.

We are the Teenage Mutant
Ninja Turtles.

We strike hard

and fade away into the night.

PETE:
I think this first issue
is coming along

rather well, don't you, Kev?

KEVIN:
Yeah, sure do, Pete.

Hey, let's get back
to this after lunch, huh?

Hmm, sounds good.

Pizza?
Yeah, pizza.

Oh, I sure hope
this thing sells.

Yeah, I was thinking the
same thing. (chuckles)

(door closes)

♪ 15 years we trained
without distraction ♪

♪ Now it's time for Ninja
kick-butt action ♪

♪ Trying to find the place ♪

♪ But we don't know
where we're headed ♪

♪ All we know for sure,
don't wanna get shredded ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant
Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ You'll never see us comin',
never know what hit you ♪

♪ We practice Teenage Mutant
Turtle stealth Ninjitsu ♪

♪ Ninjitsu, Ninjitsu ♪

♪ Keepin' to the shadows
where we walk alone ♪

♪ When it's time to strike,
it's Cowabunga ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant
Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja
Turtles ♪

It's Ninja time!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ♪

♪ Turtles got it all ♪

♪ One, Leonardo's always
in control ♪

♪ Two, the wise guy is
Michelangelo ♪

♪ Three, Donatello, he's
the brains of the bunch ♪

♪ Four, count on Raphael
to throw the first punch ♪

♪ I love being, I love being ♪

♪ I love being a Turtle ♪

♪ Teenage Mutant
Ninja Turtles. ♪

I love being a Turtle!

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