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

[boom] all: Ah!

- Wha...? - Boom shakalaka.

Did that come from the Tank garage?

- No, no, no, no. No, there's definitely

nothing wrong with my tank because it for sure

doesn't backfire for no reason sometimes.

[boom]

- Whoo-hoo! That's the stuff.

- Raph, is that you? - No--I mean, yes.

Why would I speak and then it not be me?

[laughs] One sec.

[clattering] [grunts]

Hey, it's my brothers.

What brings you all to the lair?

- Hah! - What was all that noise?

- What noise?

- Was that just you setting up our next sparring session?

- Sure, yeah.

It was that and nothing else.

- Sweet. I could go for a game of capture the bandana.

- Usual rules, first to grab a bandana

other than his own color is the winner.

- Uh, I'm not really in the mood to play a game.

- Then why'd you set it up?

- Oh, that's right. I--I am in the mood.

- Dude, what is with you?

- Donnie versus Raph. Go!

- Taste my bandana fury! Ah.

- Whoa. Donnie, you are so strong.

- A quadruple threat, my friend.

Strong, funny, amusing and hilarious.

- Kind of look like Raph took a dive.

- Please, Leo,

you forget Einstein's Law of Brains over Brawn.

- Right. That. Uh, okay, good game, then.

[chuckles]

- Huh?

- [scoffs] Einstein's Law of Brains over Brawn.

Of course I took a dive,

so I could get back to my real bandana game

with my favorite sparring partner.

- [groaning menacingly]

[ominous music]

[laughs]

- Piecing the paper ninja back together was genius.

I'm not letting you grab a bandana.

Nope, I'm not. He's as good as new.

Oh, buddy, your eye. - Uh?

- Well, almost new. Uh, I'll fix that later, buddy.

- Buddy.

[upbeat music]

- [laughs] Raph's gonna beat you.

- No blue.

- Ah!

- [groans gleefully]

- Ah!

You're not winning that easy.

[shine chimes]

- Uh...

- Now, what is the rule? We only touch red

orange, blue or purple bandanas.

Nothing else. - [whines]

[clinking]

Uh? - [grunts]

[clattering]

- [screeches] Buddy.

- Accidents happen. It's all good.

- [laughs] - Whoa, your foot.

[baby talk] Someone needs Raphy's help?

I just can't imagine a nicer sparring buddy than you.

You're perfect.

Except for the backwards foot thing.

- Come on, Raph, aren't you skating?

- Great game, but I got to go bye-bye.

We'll tussle again tomorrow.

- Buddy.

- Sorry, buddy, you can't come. - [moans]

- I know, I know, I'll miss you too.

And remember, keep it down.

If my brothers find you, you'll be confetti

before you can say... [moans]

- [moans] - Exactly.

- Buddy. [door slams]

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

Buddy?

- You know what I just remembered?

How much I hate paper ninjas.

I must suddenly remember I hate those guys

like 20 times a day.

- Oh, indeed. I've been working on a shredding attachment

for the next time we cross paths.

[maniacal laughter]

- [shrieks] Sure glad none of our close personal friends

are made out of paper.

- [laughs] Oh, yeah. - [gasps]

- Huh. Ah!

all: Oh.

- [giggles]

- Huh, there appears to be some gunk on the ramp.

Perhaps we should crane our necks upward

to see from whence it came.

Mm...

- I looked. It must've come from down here.

Definitely not from any place above.

- Uh.

- [grunts] [laughs]

- What is with you? Why are you so crazy?

- [chuckles] I'm not crazy. You're crazy--ah!

Say, how about we all hang out in our rooms alone

for three to five minutes?

- Come on. - Dude, we are skating.

[thump]

- Uh, you're right. We can hang right here

and never look at what's behind us.

[playful music]

- [giggles]

[giggling]

[whirring]

- No. Buddy, only touch bandanas.

I mean, nobody touch bananas.

They're slimy.

- Okay, dude, what is with you today?

- It's obvi, Leo. He's wigging

'cause he's dying to shred some paper dweebs.

- [moans]

- So you're itching to make paper scraps, huh, Raph?

- Oh, yeah, I hate those paper jerks.

Any moment I'm not slicing a paper jerk into jerk confetti

is a wasted jerk moment.

Bunch of jerks.

[whispers] I don't mean you.

[solemn music] - [moans, whimpers]

[crying]

- And the hug is still going. - Good times.

You know, we should do this again.

- Yeah, see you.

- He's acting weird. And not just Raph weird.

Mikey weird. No offense.

- I was gonna say the same thing.

- He is hiding something.

[sirens blaring in the distance]

- Hot soup!

- Hot soup.

Ah! - A pressing development,

sensei. - Let me guess,

you want to smash and/or demolish something.

- No. I mean, okay, if you insist.

Hah!

[glimmer rings]

I have spotted one of our origami soldiers

loose in the city.

- What is he doing out there alone?

- Attacking. May I join him in wiping out peasants

one speck at a time? - [exhales deeply]

You really need a hobby.

But let's get to the bottom of this.

- Buddy, buddy.

Hey, where'd you go, buddy?

- There you are. What's up with all the secrecy?

- Brothers, what are you guys doing?

- Hold that thought. We've got a little situation

going on. [civilians screaming]

[ominous music]

- [groans]

- Ah! - [groans]

[dog whimpers]

- A paper ninja?

- And he's only attacking people in red bandanas.

Huh, it's like someone who wears a red bandana

really hurt this guy's feelings once.

Strange.

- Dibs on shredding him.

- What? No. We only call dibs on pizza, skate ramps,

and Donnie's stuff. - Hey.

- Maybe we shouldn't shred him at all, you know?

That seems fair, right?

- Raph's out. Dibs on his share of the confetti.

And dibs on Donnie's. - Hey.

- [giggles giddily]

[heroic music]

- Confetti-abunga!

What are you doing? - Come on, what is happening?

- I, uh, changed my mind. Um, I'm calling dibs.

Buddy, you got to get out of here.

- No, not buddy.

[boom] - You?

You all really need a hobby.

- Oh, we got one. Kicking butt and taking names.

And you are?

[boom]

- Don't make us pulverize your guts into guts bits.

- Give us back our origami man.

- Of course, he was yours,

but now he seems more like a free agent,

so you can just go home. Thanks, though.

- We will do nothing of the sort.

You are so not reading our tone.

- He's ours and he's coming with us.

- Certainly, how many piece would you like him in?

Arrivederci, paper punk.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. Not my buddy.

- Okay, it's official, Raph's gone cuckoo.

- Look, you're not the jerk, I'm the jerk.

I didn't mean that stuff.

I just didn't want 'em to shred you.

Our weeks of sparring and playing capture the bandana

have been the best fights of my life.

When I fight my brothers,

I just think about fighting you and getting rid of them

so I can fight you again.

both: Wha...?

- You did let Donnie beat you. - We will never know.

- Yeah, I did. - We will never know.

- He's my new best friend.

And if anyone wants to take away my buddy,

they got to come through me.

- [gasps] Buddy.

- Touching. And in case you couldn't tell,

that was sarcasm.

- We could never let you keep him.

Shred him, Recruit.

- My extreme pleasure.

[upbeat music]

[grunts] Kunai.

- Back off. He's ours.

A--apparently.

- A new best friend?

Don't need this.

You're a mad dog now, baby.

- [giggles] Buddy.

- That's right. You're on our team.

But this fight's not about grabbing our bandanas,

it's about kicking Foot Faces.

Are you with me? - [affirmative grunt]

- This way, buddy.

- [groan]

- Get him. [groans]

- [grunting]

- Guts bits!

- There's too many of them.

Get to higher ground, buddy.

[grunting]

[alarm blaring]

Go, go, go. I'm right behind you, buddy.

[grunting]

- Huh!

- [laughing] Ah!

- Ha-ha! - Ah!

- Time to recycle these goons. - Ah!

[thump]

all: Ah. - Buddies.

- Finish them. And shred the traitor.

- [groaning]

[dramatic music]

- They grow up and turn against you so fast.

- Ah!

[boom] No!

[glimmer chimes]

all: [gasp]

- I'm calling it, boys. Our buddy's the winner.

[rip]

Aw, man, I owe you one, guys.

- And we owe you one too, for throwing your fights.

- That can neither be confirmed or denied.

- What do you say, buddy?

First one to grab the red bandana wins?

- Buddy. - [shrieks]

[laughter]