-♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turnips ♪
♪ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turnips ♪
♪ High in vitamins A & K ♪
♪ Rutabaga ♪
[wind whipping, swords clanging]
-I just don't get it.
One minute we're chilling in the soil
like regular, old turnips, then the next
we're able to do awesome ninja stuff like this.
And this. [thwack!]
-Cowabunga!
-Michelangelo, just stop.
"Cowabunga" will never catch on;
stop trying to force it.
-Definitely, dude. I'll tweak with it a bit,
and get back to you guys with some fresh ideas.
-Yeah, I would've started drinking radioactive Slurpees
ages ago if I had known they'd instantly
turn me into a black belt.
-(Orange echoing) You don't need black belts.
With enough hard work, you can become...
orange belts! [laughs]
-Wait, dude.
Isn't an orange belt like way worse than a black belt?
-Why don't you tell me? [hacks, spits seed]
[seed bounces off swords]
-Whoa! How did you know that?
-To fight like me, first you have to believe in yourselves.
-And second?
-It helps if you imagine your opponent in his underwear.
[laughs] Grundy undies.
-Opponents? Where are we gonna find opponents?
-I have a feeling an opponent will "turn up."
[laughs]: Get it? Turnip?
It's a joke.
[news theme plays]
-Breaking news: the city is under attack.
A radioactive Slurpee accident has turned a block of cheese
known only as The Cheddar
into a seemingly unstoppable force of evil.
-Hyah! -[groans]
-Say cheese! Hyah!
[tone]
-He have to stop him.
-But, dude, he's on the surface.
We've never been to the surface before.
-Come on, turnips. Let's go!
-[laughs evilly]
You've all been cutting the cheese for years;
now it's the cheese's turn to cut back.
[broccoli screams]
-Boss, looks like we got company.
They look like... turnips?
-Whatever they are,
they'll be diced up in salad soon enough.
-Peabod, Stalksteady, attack.
[both scream blandly]
-Whoa, I didn't expect it to be so bright on the surface.
I can barely see anything.
-Just start swinging, Donnie. -Sheepabunga!
-Michelangelo... no.
-Yeah, bro, you're gettin' colder.
-Got it. I honestly appreciate
the constructive criticism, dudes.
-[screams] -Okay.
My eyes are finally starting to adjust.
Where are they? Let me at 'em!
-Dude, you already took care of them.
-Oh. Cool. -Curses!
-We got you surrounded, Cheddar. Give yourself up peacefully.
-I sincerely doubt that will happen.
-What? You're gonna fight us?
We got you outnumbered.
-Plus, you don't even have a weapon.
-Hippobunga. -Can it, Michelangelo.
-[chuckles] You turnips seem to have me mistaken
with a much milder cheddar, but I assure you,
I'm as sharp as they come!
Yah! Tonight I dine on turnip soup!
-Hyah! Yah!
[swords clinging]
-[Cheddar laughs]
Is that all you tulips got?
-Holy smokes, he's too strong!
-Wait. Remember what Orange taught us.
[grunts]
-Huh? [others laughing]
Hey! Stop laughing!
-Cool unicorn boxers, dude!
-Those were given to me as a gift!
I was running low on laundry and had no other options.
[others laughing]
Stop laughing! How would you feel
if I laughed at your underwear selection, hmm?
How would you feel then?
-Actually, I'd feel pretty "grate."
[laughs] Get it? Grate?
-I sincerely doubt that. -No! Grate!
-Huh?
[screaming in agony]
-Aw, don't put evil cheese on me.
Nobody's gonna want to eat an evil pizza.
-You did it, Ninja Turnips! You saved the city!
-Don't worry about it. "Pizza" cake. [laughs]
-[laughs] Good one, Raphael.
-Ring-tailed-lemur-bunga, dudes.
-Michelangelo, just go away.
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-[Orange laughs] Knife!