01x05 - Bishop Makes Her Move!

[bunniefuu]

- Previously on

"Tales of the Teenage Mutant
Ninja Turtles"...

Yeah, I did get excited
about the Mechazoids.

So what?

If they weren't trying to wipe
us out, they'd be amazing.

This Bishop lady is a genius.

The bad kind, but still.

We're talking holograms.

We're talking AI.

They do look junky, though.

Do I love that these things
separated me and my brothers

and are trying to
wipe out my family?

Of course not.

But maybe Bishop has
some tragic backstory

we don't know about.

Either way, she's about to get
a taste of her own medicine.

- [deep breath]

My name is Josefina Bishop,
and what I'm about to show you

will change the world.

On the cutting edge
of robotics

and artificial intelligence
for over two decades,

Bishop Robotics...

- Get on with it.

- Stand.

I call it a Mechazoid...

a bipedal, self-repairing
artificial intelligence

for which the applications
are limitless.

From manufacturing
to agriculture,

space exploration
to prosthetics.

Imagine a world where
technology lifts humanity up,

not drags us down.

A world where people
are free to fulfill

their true potential,
like my sister, Elena.

She was born without her legs...

- Dump it!

- I...I'm sorry?

- Not you.

I said just dump the stock.

[sighs]
What do you want?

- Uh...
- No, buy at $20.

- Uh, are...are you
talking to me?

- Yes, you.

What are you asking for?

- An investment.
[chuckles]

I put everything
into my work,

but the cost on raw materials
alone are astronomical.

If I don't have
more funding soon,

I'm going to lose it all.

- Rod, what do you think?

You loved this stuff
when you were a kid.

- Yeah.
I guess it's cool.

- [sighs]
Good enough for me.

I'll fund your
little project here,

but you have to give
Rod Jr. a job.

- [spits] What?
- What?

- A job?

Dude, don't do this to me, Dad.
Seriously.

It's going to stifle
my own ambitions.

- Rod needs direction in life.

I've tried to find something
he's passionate about,

something to inspire him,

something to get him
away from me.

Take him, and I'll double the
investment you're asking for.

[dramatic music]

- [beeps]

[upbeat music]

* *

[beeps]

- I think this is it.

The artificial intelligence may
still need some tweaks, but...

- B-beep beep boop.

Beep b-beep boop.

Hey, who do you think
would win in a fight?

I, Robot or a garbage disposal?

- What?

- My dad said the
FBI's got a file on you

because your AI
went berserk

and they called you
a potential threat.

- That was one time
in college, OK?

My code has come
a long way since then.

- Whoa!
Easy there.

- Hm!

That should do it.

Say hello, Mechazoid Alpha.

[beeping, whirring]

- Mechazoid Alpha now online.

Good evening, Dr. Bishop.

- Look at you.

I did it.

I finally did it.

If Elena could have seen you,
ay, she just would have...

- Can we order in
some food or something?

The snack situation here
is seriously lame, dudes.

- Rod,
for the last six months,

you have been in charge
of the snacks.

That is literally
your only job.

- You should build a robot
that fights people.

That'd be dope.

Like RoboCop, but, like,
without the dude.

Just all robo.
[thud]

- Do you have any idea what
this prototype represents?

This is a new evolution
in robotics.

This is the pinnacle
of my life's work.

[whirring and thudding]
Everything I dreamed of.

What is that noise?

[both scream]

[heavy breathing]

- [neighs, growls]

[roars]

- Dr. Bishop,
you are in danger.

- No, no, don't!

[in slow-motion]
No!

[sharp ringing]

[sirens wailing,
helicopter whirring]

[groans]
- Did you see that?

He tore right through
the whole building.

- Yeah.
He's really into this.

It's...it's actually
kind of impressive.

Like, full Godzilla.

- We gotta try and talk to him.

- He went that way.
Let's go, guys!

- [groans]

- OK, you have to admit,
that was kind of awesome.

- What?

What was it?

- Social says some kind
of giant mutant.

No offense, but mutants
over robots all day.

All day!

[dramatic music]

* *

[somber music]

* *

- [roars]

[sirens wailing]

[ominous music]

* *

- Mutants.

- * One, two, three, four *

[upbeat rock music]

* *

[train horn blares]

- ...are now heroes
of the city.

That's right.

Those lovable mutants
are now enrolled...

- ...rented an apartment
in the Bronx...

- ...where they're fulfilling
their lifelong dream of...

wait, is this right?

"Going to high school"?

[suspenseful music]

* *

[blade whirring]

- Cool. Very cool.

Maybe make it a little bigger.

Like, kaiju sized.

- That hologram
is meant to lure

the mutants to
the shipyards,

not throw the city
into a panic.

- OK. So then what?

The mutants show up.
What do you do?

[mechanical whirring]

[beeping]

Yo, what happened
to the cute voices?

I thought they were
going to sound like Siri.

- The time for talking is past.

Mechazoids,
eliminate the target!

[machines rumbling, growling]

The existence of mutants
cannot be allowed.

Messy mutagens and proteins
causing unpredictable spikes

in DNA and now
suddenly humanity

must suffer the
destruction wreaked

by 50-foot tall monsters?

Talking rhinos? Turtle people
who want a public education?

No. Absolutely not.

It's already out of hand,
and someone has to do something

to protect humanity from
the chaos and restore order.

And that someone is robots!

- Yeah. OK.

You sure you just don't
want revenge

for them messing up your stuff?

Hey!
- This is not about revenge.

For humanity to live,

all mutants must be destroyed.

- Cool. So revenge.
Could I have my phone now?

[fog horn blares]

- The signal is ready.

The Mechazoids are loaded.
[music playing on device]

Tonight, the mutants
will finally...

what are you doing?

- I'm making a pump-up
playlist, you know?

For the big showdown.

Do you have strong feelings
about Dua Lipa?

Because there's a lot of
Dua Lipa on here right now.

- We don't need
a soundtrack, Rod.

It's a trap.

It depends on the
element of surprise.

- Yeah, for sure.

So what, like, more BTS?

You seem like
a BTS kind of gal.

- Just turn it off.

[upbeat music playing]

- Can we finally talk about
your robot glove thing then?

- Shut up, Rod.

[fog horn blares]

[Velcro rips]

- Safety first, man.
I got to protect my vitals.

So, uh, what's the plan again?

- It's simple.

Using triangulated positioning
and an algorithm that delivers

targeted alerts
to social media,

the mutants will be
lured here vis-à-vis

the holographic monster,

at which point
we unleash the Mechazoids.

- I'm going to be honest
with you...that isn't simple.

[device chiming]
- Incoming call.

Roderick Underwood.

- Decline.

These mutants may be
stronger, faster,

and more powerful than us...

- And cooler.
Did you just screen my dad?

Because if you did,
that's cool.

- But there's one thing
mutants are not.

Smarter than me.

- Don't you mean "us"?

- You heard me.

[camera beeps, whirs]

* *

- You know, if a rampaging
mutant doesn't show up soon,

I'm going to punch you, Leo.

- There's still time for us
to go to the party, all right?

Just calm down...
oh, what is that?

[all yelp]

- What the heck?

[hologram whirring,
static buzzing]

- What is that thing
supposed to be?

- It's a mutant brother.

Show some respect.

- Yeah, that's not real.

It's not even moving.

- I think it's a
hologram maybe.

I can see through it.

- Maybe they're
doing a concert.

You know, like Tupac did.

- Someone should
go check it out.

[together] Not it!
- What?

Tch.
Aw!

[groans]

Fine.

[whimpers]

Ah!

[soft dramatic music]

* *

Uh, hello?

Can we help you?

- Feels like you should have
prepared something to say here.

- Shut up, Rod.

[tense music]

- Are you going to give
a big speech or something?

The whole "I am Bishop, I hate
chaos," thing from before?

- What? No.

We're here to exterminate
the mutants, not talk to them.

- Uh, we can hear you.

- Loud and clear, man.

- Wait, did you just say
you want to exterminate us?

- Yeah, I mean,
maybe you don't recognize us.

Remember those heroes
who saved the city?

[chuckles]
That's us.

- Oh, you think you're heroes?

Your mere existence
is a threat to humanity.

- Oh, yeah!
We're doing the speech.

Hey, just a quick question,
though.

Mutant guys, how did you
actually get to be mutants?

It was something to do
with your blood, right?

- Quiet, Rod.

You may have everyone else
fooled, but not me.

Mechazoids!

[dramatic music]

* *

- Is she throwing
toasters at us?

[mechanical whirring]

- Whoa-h*-h*-h*!

That...that is cool.

- Yeah.
These are pretty sweet.

Did you make them, like,
in a garage or something?

They sort of have that look.

- Mechazoids, exterminate!

[robot whirs]
- Whoa.

Is it supposed
to be doing that?

- Yo, is this for real?

Did this lady really build
robots to try and snuff us out?

- That's horrible.

But still kind of cool,
you know?

Like something
you'd see in a movie.

[mechanical whirring, growling]

[screeches]
- [screams]

- This is not cool!

What are these things?

- She called them Mechazoids.

- That sounds super made up!

- Finally,
I get to fight someone

I can really let loose on.

This is the best day
of my life!

[grunts]

Ow.

- [grunts]

- [growls]

- This is some
really advanced AI.

Ha.
Ah!

- Hey.
Ha.

Whoa!

Ah!

[screams]
Ah!

[screaming]

- [grunts]

[grunts]

[saw whirring]

We need a plan!

- Ah!

Whoa.

Hey, isn't that your job?

- I got a plan.

Beast mode!

- Yeah, see,
that's not really a plan.

This is why you
don't have that job.

[squeals] Ah!

Leo!

- [grunts]

Ah.

This is really bad.

- [grunts] Why isn't
violence working?

- The mobility function
on that thing is insane.

Ah!

- It's working.

[device chiming]
Huh?

Decline.

- Are you sure these guys
are a threat

to humanity and all that?

They just seem like,
you know, regular kids.

- Regular kids are
not green, Rod.

They don't rampage through
the city

destroying buildings
and people's life's work,

but they're ticking
genetic time bombs that...

Can you move?

- Oh, sorry.

I think the orange one
is my favorite.

Maybe we keep him alive
just in case, You know?

Maybe we need his
blood or something.

I don't know.

- Guys!

Guys, can you hear me?

Where are you?

We've got to find
a way out of here.

- Hey, no kidding, genius.

I'm open to suggestions.

- Whoa!
[groans]

[growling]

- Ah!

- Come on, Leo.

Think!

[gasps]

- [grunts]

- Got it.
Mikey!

The lady.
Her...her name was Bishop.

She's controlling these things.

Can you get up there
and distract her?

- Yeah, Mikey.

Tell her a joke.

- That was sarcasm, wasn't it?

[growling]
See?

The m*rder bot agrees.

[thud]

[grunts]

Raph, get the
Mechazoids to follow you

to the center of the yard.

- What are you trying
to get me, murked?

Ah!

- Donnie, get to the crane!

- Oh, yeah.

I see where this is going, Leo.

Sorry, Mechazoid.

- I'll take care of the rest.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- What are they doing?

- Uh, hi.

I don't suppose you're open
to talking about this.

- I'm just in charge
of the snacks, man.

- [groans]

[dramatic music]

- [screams]

Guys!

- Hang on, Donnie.

Whoa.

- Ah!

- Raph!
Incoming!

- [groans]
What the heck, man?

- You got this.

- [grunting]

- OK, let's go.

Huh.

This is a little
more complicated

than I was expecting.

Ah!
[grunts]

- Are you going to
eat us or something?

Is that what mutants do?

- What? No.

I'm here to, you know,
stop all this aggression, man.

- Oh, good.

Can I ask you
a few questions, then?

- Idiota.
On my position!

- [gasps]

[mechanical whirring, beeping]

- Look out!

- Ah!

[grunts]

- Whoa!

- Yeah!
Jiujitsu.

Was that jiujitsu?

- You idiot!

- [swallows, groans]

Donnie, what are you doing?

- What am I doing?

I'm freaking out!

That's what I'm doing.

Ah!

[grunts]

- This is what
we wanted, right?

Plan's going great?

- OK, let's finish this.

- I can get the
crane in position,

but the lever's jammed.

- Got it.

Manual release coming up.

- Let's get it.

[engine roars]

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

[device beeping]

- Oh, no.

Did you check the shipping
manifest like I asked?

- Yeah, that doesn't sound
like something I'd do.

- Mechazoids!

- [grunts]

- Yeah, great plan, guys.

Are we winning yet?

- The crane is in position.

- [grunts]

Raph, get out of there!

- Ugh.
Finally.

- Mutant, no!
They're...

- [grunts]

- [in slow-motion]
Fireworks!

[screaming]

[fireworks booming]

[sirens wailing]

- [snores]

- Fire and police
are on the scene

as some sort of deadly
but very pretty explosions

continue to rock
the shipyards,

leaving New York
with the question,

who is responsible
for this?

[fireworks booming]

[somber music]

- [grunts] Rod.

Rod!

Where are you?

[fireworks booming
and whistling]

* *

[grunts, gasps]

[laughs]

I did it.

I did it!

Locate Mechazoids
one through four.

- Acquiring signal.

Just a moment.

[device ringing]

- You have an incoming call.

Roderick Underwood.

- Rod, where are...
- Senior.

- Ms. Bishop.

- I'm in the middle
of something.

Can this wait?
My Mechazoids are...

- I don't care about
your machines, Bishop.

I'm investing millions in your
work to make my son happy.

Now, how's he doing?

- Rod, he's, uh, doing great.

He's had lots of input.

- Good.

Because if he's not happy,
your funding goes away.

And Bishop, see that you don't
miss anymore of my calls.

- Mechazoids
one through four located.

- No!

[dramatic music]

No!

They're still alive?

- [grunts]

- Ugh.

No!

[grumbles]

No!

[sighs]

They're coming for me.

I can't let them
destroy my work.

Not again.

- Shall I power up the XS-1?

* *

- Yes.

It's time.