Teenage Mutant NInja TurtIes
TurtIes, count It off!
One, two, three, four
-TurtIes -Mutant chaIn reactIon
-TurtIes -LIvIng underground
-TurtIes -NInjItsu actIon
-TurtIes -It`s a sheII of a town
TurtIes, count It off!
LIve by the code of the martIaI arts
Never fIght unIess someone eIse starts
AIways stIck together, no matter what
If aII eIse faIIs, then It`s tIme to kIck butt
I Iove beIng a
I Iove beIng a turtIe
Teenage Mutant NInja TurtIes
TurtIes, count It off!
One, two, three, four
-TurtIes -There`s no one better
-TurtIes -Watch out for Shredder!
-TurtIes -They`re IIke no others
-TurtIes -Those teenage brothers
One, two, three, four
Teenage Mutant NInja TurtIes
Good morning, fellow Sorians and guest species.
Welcome once again to the Tri-Sports Arena.
We`ve got some lineup for this full day of games.
lt should be quite a spectacle
for our record attendance here today, Raz.
All right, Zed, let`s see this morning`s first event.
Yeah, the alien turtles versus the Spasmasor.
Looks to be exciting.
Or over really quickly.
So, this is the games, huh?
l was hoping for something more Parcheesi-like.
They`re expecting us to fight that thing?
No, they`re expecting that thing to eat us.
Well, let`s see if we can give it a little indigestion.
Ohh, that`s gotta hurt, Raz.
Those aliens had better come up with a better tactic,
or this bout is gonna be a short one.
l`d say this bout is just about over.
And, fans, don`t forget to pick up your events program
at any of the arena`s sales kiosks.
At only 1 5 blecks, it`s a steal.
Such a pity.
lt looks as if your friends aren`t going to make it.
Of course, if you were to agree
to build the teleportal device for me,
l could stop the match, set your friends free.
l already told you l won`t do it!
l can`t!
Well, then, let`s watch as your four friends
are torn to pieces in the arena.
And know you could have saved them.
This one is just about over, fans.
Hang tight, bros.
lncoming !
Wait a minute, Raz. Wait a minute.
Those little guys are fighting back.
Do you think we hurt it?
Not enough.
The elasticity of its flesh is too resilient.
And it`s really rubbery, too.
Guys, we gotta run.
No way. l never run.
Come on. Follow my lead.
Don`t forget, this event is co-sponsored
by Razam`s Yum Stuff, makers of the best
meat-food-on-a-stick treat in this galaxy or any other.
Check it out, Zed.
l didn`t know the Spasmasor could move that fast.
Radar just clocked it at 97 brutums per helate.
Here comes ugly.
Now, everybody, when l say ``Jump,`` jump!
Ohh, that`s gotta hurt.
No, that`s gotta hurt.
What an upset! Unbelievable!
``Booya,`` as the boys would say.
My friends seem to have broken your statue, Prime Leader.
So sorry.
l want those four off-worlders destroyed.
Destroyed. Do you hear me?
Turtles! Turtles! Turtles!
No, wait.
l have an even better idea.
Something very cruel.
Move like a butterfly.
Sting like a bee.
Who the turtle? Who the turtle?
The turtle be me!
Look, if it`s about wrecking that big statue,
it was all his idea.
What a morning, sports fans!
First, four off-worlders defeat a Spasmasor,
and now they`re about to be blasted into extinction !
Not quite, Raz.
By order of Prime Leader Zanramon,
these ``turtles,`` as they`re called, will be back tonight
for a last-warrior-standing free-for-all.
A Spasmasor is one thing, Zed,
but going up against our trained trigladiator champions
is another.
An elevator would have been nice.
Can`t say much about the decor.
Or our new roommates.
lt`s just another kind of prison.
Exactly, which is why
we need to start figuring another way out of here.
There`s only one way out, off-worlder,
and you will find it soon enough.
You newbies will not survive to see tomorrow`s dawn.
You are slaves now like the rest of us.
The games will be the end of us all.
Who`s Mr. Sunshine?
That is Traximus the Mighty.
Undefeated champion of the games.
You would do well to address him with respect.
Listen up, meat.
Tonight you slaves shall have the honor
of fighting for the amusement of our beloved prime leader.
l want you all to die well and with much aplomb.
Do you hear me, meat?
Yes, Master Gruel.
``Gruel.
l seem to be missing something.
Ah, yes. Practice dummies.
You four turtles will be my new dummies.
You calling me a dummy?
lt wouldn`t be the first time, Mikey.
Silence!
You won`t be laughing for long, turtles.
Shock-staff practice.
Remember, practice dummies, no hands.
Commence!
Look, Ma, no hands.
Nice moves... for somebody`s grandma.
l don`t know.
We`ve fought tougher grandmas than this.
Stop!
Enough !
Weapons practice with extra rations
to any gladiator that can take these four off-worlders down.
You too, slave.
Things look pretty ugly.
That`s just Mikey.
l`m afraid you must be mistaken, bro,
because l was voted most likely to brighten any room
with my smile.
Well, good luck brightening this one.
Anybody got a weapon l can borrow?
Special delivery for Mr. Don A. Tello.
l got your back, Don.
Stop!
Gladiators do not help each other!
ln the games, the weak deserve no mercy!
You`re wrong, hornhead. We look after our own.
Thanks, guys.
This one`s mine.
Finish me.
lt is your right as victor,
and you would be doing this slave a favor.
Guards!
Take your last meal.
l hope you slave trash choke on it.
Hey, look. Gruel`s serving gruel.
What is that smell?
l hope it`s Gruel and not the food.
There`s no more food.
All gone.
My apologies.
Move along.
Man, l`m so hungry, even that yellowy slop looked good.
Eat. You will need your strength.
Yeah.
You don`t have to tell me twice.
Thank you.
No, thank you.
We have been living as slaves for so long,
l had almost forgotten what it was like to fight with honor.
l don`t mean any disrespect, Traximus,
but what`s a Triceraton like you doing locked up in here
with the rest of us gladiator slime?
Because l believe in the Triceraton Republic.
The real Republic.
You see, once we Triceratons valued truth and honor
above all things, but now we have a dictatorship
that craves victory at any price.
Corruption and greed
have robbed us of all our noble warrior heritage.
l spoke out thus too often and too loudly
against our honorable prime leader
and soon found myself here, locked away as a slave.
But you have reminded me of honor in battle,
and l hope to find a way to repay you.
Seconds would be nice.
What?
General Blanque, our scout searched 1 42 sectors
before we even found a trace of the Triceraton home worlds,
but finally we have them sighted.
Good. We leave at once.
lf the Triceratons get the Fugitoid
to build the teleportal device,
those horned monsters will use it to destroy us.
We have to get that fugitoid back or die trying.
Would everyone please rise
for our glorious prime leader, Zanramon,
and the Triceraton anthem?
Commander, bring the Fugitoid here.
l think we would be better able to persuade him
to build us his teleportal device
if he has to witness the demise of his friends firsthand.
As you wish, Prime Leader.
All right, meat, prepare yourselves.
Gruel, how about some weapons here?
Weapons? Why prolong the inevitable?
Soon you will be put out of my misery.
Farewell.
We shall not meet again.
l still have some friends in the Triceraton armed forces.
l managed to get these for you.
Our weapons!
Your weapons.
My babies! Daddy missed you.
Did you miss Daddy?
We owe you one.
We gladiators look after our own.
We, who are about to fight, salute you.
My fellow Sorians, l am proud to lead the Triceraton Republic,
and l am also proud to give you this day of games.
Ah, Professor Honeycutt.
Just in time to enjoy the spectacle.
This is barbaric.
Tonight`s special event shall be all gladiators
against the four terrapin off-worlders.
A fight to the death.
No.
Yes. Unless you construct the teleportal device for me.
No? Then let the games begin.
We will not fight.
We will no longer die to amuse the prime leader.
His time is at an end.
What?
Guards, seize them !
No!
This is your last chance.
Build me the teleportal device, or your friends will perish.
Never.
You have sealed their fate.
Sorians, l give you Manzon Ram and his All-Star Warriors.
What a treat.
The Triceraton all-star team
led by our reigning champion, Manzon Ram !
Those four off-worlders don`t stand a chance.
What a move by that off-worlder!
These shellbacks fight like...
Triceratons.
The crowd is really taking to these hard-shelled off-worlders.
Live! Live! Live!
l don`t think he`s gonna let us live.
Then let`s not leave it up to him.
Mikey, how about a little slingshot action?
Gotcha.
Your show`s been pre-empted, pal.
Guards!
Drop your weapons, or you`ll be looking for a new leader!
You`ll never make it out of here.
You`ll be shot down like dogs.
Zip it, windbag. You`re our ticket out of here.
Man, l sure hope they`re all really fond
of this Zanramon guy.
Really, really fond.