Original subtitles

- ? Rise of the ?

? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ?

? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ?

? Rise of the ?

? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ?

? Heroes in the half-shell Turtle power ?

? Rising up against evil paint the city green ?

? Raph is ready for a fight Leo's making a scene ?

? Mikey's got mad skills Donnie rocks machines ?

? With each other they discover ?

? Their destiny and rise ?

? Cowabunga ?

? Rise of the ?

? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ?

? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ?

? Heroes in the half-shell Turtle power ?

? Rise ?

[sirens wail, whoop]

- Purple Rain, do you see the target?

Purple Rain?

- As we pan across the asphalt savanna,

we find the noble Bullhop.

- Survival in these cruel streets will require

harnessing all of his fine-tuned natural instincts.

- Ah! [nervous whine]

[screaming, groaning]

[shudders]

[alarms sounding] Ah!

[people clamoring]

Oh, boy. [nervous screaming]

- And the king of the vertical veldt

will go hungry again-- - Donnie! Quit messing around.

Where is the target?

- Why must you always put science on the back burner?

[sighs] Bullhop is in the alley by Big Mama's hotel, ya happy?

- [sniffles, sighs]

I used to be somebody. [huffs]

I was the best bellhop in town until those turtles showed up.

[bones cracking]

[screams]

[roars]

[confused grunting]

They ruined everything.

[crashing] Huh? Huh?

[suspenseful music]

Uh, what?

Ah!

You'll never take me! Oh! Ah!

Oh. - Ugh.

Now I'm not gonna get to test my tranquilizer dart.

[dart injects]

- Huh?

- [groans softly] Where am I?

[gasps] - Hey, bud.

You may not remember us-- - Oh, I do!

You're those bug-hunting buffoons

who turned me into a klutzy bull!

- He remembers us!

- Look, we were trying to stop those oozesquitoes.

- In fact, we, strike that--I built

this technologically astounding BugSlapper

so we could catch them all. - But...

it ran out of Big Mama's web goo, so...fail!

- Anywizzle, we feel pretty bad about what happened.

- So, we Mad Dogs are gonna make it up to you

by showing you the best day ever.

- You mean, you're just gonna be nice to me

without expecting anything in return?

- Mm-hmm. - Wow.

That's how we do it in my native Etobicoke, Canada.

- Happy Bullhop Appreciation Day!

- [chewing noisily]

[nervous murmuring]

[cheering]

Mm...mm-hmm.

[rock music]

[cheering]

- Ah! - [groaning]

- [chewing loudly] - What?

- [grunting]

[operatic singing, screams]

[cheering] [crashing]

Boo-yah! Ha-ha, yeah, baby!

Ah, man! [laughs]

[dramatic music]

- Okay, Big Mama's party's tonight.

This is our chance to get some web goo.

Here's the plan: we go in dressed as waiters,

sneak on past her, and nab the keys to her vault,

where she stores her goo.

It'll be like taking candy from a--

[thudding] [grumbles]

[all gasp]

- [grunting]

[sighs]

[gulping] Hm.

- That's it. He has to go.

- Yeah! We've gotta sneak into that party tonight.

We can't leave him here and we sure can't take him with us.

- But I feel terrible!

We're the ones who made him into this.

- Guys, I'm Dr. Delicate Touch.

Let me handle this. - Uh-huh.

- Bullhop, we're friends, so this will be very easy to say:

You got to go! Hit the bricks, Slappy!

- What? You're kicking me out? - That's right.

You have been working a nerve, hoser!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's take it easy--

are you wiping your mouth with my Jupiter Jim comic?

- Nope.

I'm sorry! Please. Let me make it up to you.

- No way, chico. We've got a big mission tonight

and we don't have time for...this whole situation.

- A mission? I can help!

- No way.

We're sneaking into Big Mama's to snag her web goo.

A klutz like you would only get us caught.

- [sniffles] I wasn't a klutz until I met you guys.

- [sighs]

O-okay, if you can just sit here

and not break anything till we get back,

we'll talk, okay?

- Mm-hmm.

Or I could...

- I don't hear any sobbing, so it must be going okay.

Mmm. Unless he's just crying silently on the inside.

- Good news, guys: I totally punted.

We'll do our dangerous mission

and deal with the unpleasantness later.

- Ah, okay. Let's get to Big Mama's gala!

[whiny gasp]

- I don't even have to turn around

to see how this turned out.

Well, I've turned around, and I see.

- Looks like Goldilocks tried on all your waiter outfits

before he got to mine.

- Would he really be insane enough

to try to make up for everything

by doing our dangerous mission on his own--

of course he would. Let's go!

[creature squeals, giggles]

[light festive music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- [wails]

- [murmuring]

- [breathes deeply]

- Oh, man, I never should have told him our plan.

Donnie, what are the odds he can pull this off?

- The guy once broke a pillow,

so, 1%, he said, overconfidently?

- Okay, I'm in.

Just need to find the guy who has the keys

to Big Mama's web goo room and "borrow" them.

- Who's he talking to? - I told him earlier

that if he touched his ear he could talk

to anybody in the world.

I was trying to get some work done.

- Roger that, Mr. President.

- Hors d'oeuvre? Finger food?

Canap?? Hm.

I found the keys to the web goo room.

Engage. - Oh, I read his lips.

He's engaging. Perfect...

- [humming] Just gotta get to that giant owl-man and--

- Well, hello, cutie noodle.

- [screams] Big Mama!

Abort! Abort, abort, abor--ah!

- Mmm, I haven't seen you before.

Are you new here? - No! I'm the bellhop

who used to work-- - Bullhop!

Don't blow your cover!

- I mean, yes.

They brought me in from Etobicoke

to lend this place a little Canadian class.

- Big Mama doesn't normally fraternize with the staff,

but do you cut a rug?

Jum and jeevy?

Trip the light splendiferous?

- I don't know what most of that means, but sure!

[cheers and applause]

- That is not good.

- Hmm.

- [nervous murmur]

[dance music building]

? ?

[chuckles]

[murmuring, wails]

[groans]

Hmm.

? ?

both: Whoa!

- That boy can move, baby!

- [screams] - [muffled scream]

- [murmurs happily]

- [chuckles]

- He actually did it!

He's got the keys! We got to get down there.

[all scream]

- Well, that's the fast way down.

[all gasp]

- Guys! I've got the keys!

- The Turtle-boos! Get them!

- Oh. - Uh-oh!

- [growling] Ah-hoo!

[both groan] - Huh?

Bullhop! The keys!

- [grunting]

- Yes!

Hold them off! I'll get the goo!

[groans]

[bones cracking] - Uh-oh.

- [grunting]

[screeches]

- We've gotta get out of here!

- What about the web goo?

- We'll get it some other way.

- Well, you little meddle-doos.

It's time for you to find out why you don't crash

Big Mama's box socials!

- Oh, this is all my fault. I got to do something!

Hey! Big Mama! - [snarling]

- [grunting]

[roars]

You dance like you have eight left feet!

- So your feather feet mask a stanktonious traitor?

[tiger growls]

- Guys! I got eight pitchers of goo!

[screams] [glass shatters]

Guys, I've got one pitcher of goo!

Let's go!

- We out! - All right!

- Wait!

Alas, the way he danced,

I thought his shoe must be made of magic.

[sighs]

[somber music]

[cheering]

- Okay! All right, Bullhop, listen.

[exhales] We've been thinking about it and uh--

- Come on, Raph, you can do it.

- [groans] You're welcome to stay with us anytime you want.

- Hey, thanks, guys!

But you know, I was thinking I got to get myself together.

I got to learn how to deal with...

this whole situation.

And I think I found the way.

Through the dance!

Mutant...Canadian...ballet!

- What? - Ha! [grunts]

- Whoo-hoo.

- That sounds great. Good for you.

- You sure you don't want to join the Mad Dogs?

'Cause I was all set to kick Donnie out.

[dart injects]

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