03x36 - Leatherhead Meets the Rat King

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Watch it, Donatello,

they could be
hiding anywhere.

Why would shredder
and that gruesome twosome

hang around here?

Exactamundo, dude.

This place
is a dump.

Actually, it's called
a waste disposal area.

Well like Shakespeare
said, and I quote,

"a garbage dump by any
other name still stinks."

Will you fellows
please pay attention?

We can't let shredder
surprise us.

Look, over there!

It's all 4 of them.

Go, green machine!

Hi-yi!

Ee-ya!

Excellent work,
my students.

This training session
will be of great value,

if we can get certain
other turtles

to take it seriously.

Oh, come on, it's such
a bodacious day, master.

We ought to be partying,
not fighting.

But we need
these sessions

to keep up our skills,
Michelangelo.

We can't keep
our skills up

with cardboard
bad guys.

Then I will give you
and Michelangelo

a worthy adversary,
Raphael.

Really? Who?

Leonardo and Donatello.

The four of you shall
pair off as teams.

Each team will defend
a Mountain.

Whoever takes the other
team's Mountain wins.

How about we just give you
guys our Mountain now

so we can just grab a pizza?

Oh, come on,
Michelangelo.

We've got to at least
make an effort.

You seem troubled,
Leonardo.

I'm worried, sensei.

We're leaving
the sewers unguarded.

Right, like there's
a big line of people

who want to move
into them.

One gross alligator shoes.

Four gross
alligator handbags.

Ah, two gross
alligator suitcases.

[GROWLING]

And one really
gross alligator!

You real lucky none of these
here be my relatives.

I be looking
for four big turtles

wearing masks.

Y-y-you mean the teenage
mutant ninja turtles?

That be them.

Where they at?

I don't know. But I've heard
they live down in the sewers.

Uhh!

Then I'm going
to pay them

a little visit.

And so the mystery deepens--

who stole an entire tanker
truck full of rat poison

from here at the bug off
exterminating company?

And why?

This is April O'Neill

for channel 6
happy hour news.

That's it, April?

Why, you barely
scratched the surface!

What are you
driving at, chief?

You're going to get the
real story on this crime.

And I'm sending Vernon
along to supervise.

Uh, me?

Now let's not
be hasty, boss.

No arguing.

Just do it.

Oh, great!

I'm stuck
with Vernon.

Sounds like
a good idea to me.

When you're looking
for rat poison,

take along a rat.

This sewer is some kind
of crazy place.

Them turtles
could be anywhere.

[GULP]

I've come all this way

just to give
them turtles

the pounding
of they life.

And I'm gonna do it.

I wonder what's up this way.

Sacrebleu!

[HORN BLOWS]

Whoa!

Ahh, when I find
them four freaks,

I'll make the hottest
pot of turtle gumbo

you ever seen!

I guarantee.

Now the way I see it,

if we each cut around
to the side,

we can outflank them.

What do you think,
Donatello?

Forget strategy,
Leonardo.

It's technology that's
going to win this w*r.

Come on, we can beat
those losers

with our hands tied
behind our shells,

right, Michelangelo?

Michelangelo?

Over here, amigo.

What the heck
are you doing?

Just catching
some rays, bud.

I can already see the tide of
victory turning against us.

These sewers, they bad as
the swamp back home.

At least in the swamp,

a gator knew
where he stood. Uhh!

This be some kind
of trap I'm betting.

How very observant
of you.

I am the rat king.

How dare you invade
my domain!

I be leatherhead,

and a Florida swamp gator
go where he pleases.

Oh, really?

Tell that
to my rats.

No stinking rodent

ever beat a gator,
by gumbo.

Until now.

Here, have
a soda pop b*mb.

Ha ha ha ha!

I crush
this silly thing.

This silly thing--

she crush back. Uhh.

Since my rats and I
are destined

to rule the world,

I shall make you

my sl*ve.

This don't be
one of my better days,

I guarantee.

This is the spot

where the tanker truck
was last seen.

Look!

A hole in the wall.

Sounds like
my apartment.

It looks as though
someone chewed through it.

Come on,

give me a hand
with this.

Uh.

Uh.

It leads straight
into the sewers.

Somebody in the sewers

stole a truck load
of rat poison?

Why?

Look.

A piece of cloth,

the same kind that
the rat king wears.

Care for a morsel
of muenster?

[CHUCKLES]

I'd rather take
a bite out your hide.

Insolent sl*ve,

when my rats and I have
taken control of the world,

you'll sing
a different tune.

Is that so,
cheddar breath?

And how you be
doing that?

Since you are
an inferior non-rodent

and cannot
possibly harm me,

I will show you...

With this.

Enough poison
to help me rule the world.

You going to rule
the world

with a truckload of poison?

Coo!

You'll be one beaucoup
crazy guy yet.

Crazy, am I?
Ha ha ha ha.

This rat poison

will no longer threaten
my beloved rats.

Rather, it will
serve them.

By altering its formula,

I shall change it
into a hypnotic gas

whose vapors
will turn humans

into mindless sl*ves.

A pinch of this,

a smidgen smidgon of that,

and my faithful rats and I

will take
our rightful place

as masters of the world.

Finished.

And while
the formula settles,

I shall search for
suitable test subjects.

Just to make certain
it works.

Ha ha ha ha.

This fellow be
a few shrimp shy

of a boatload,
I'm thinking.

I'm wet, tired,
and hungry.

And I want to go home.

But Vernon, bern said you have
to dig for these stories.

He meant you,
not me.

Look what I found.

What is it?

One of rat king's
soda pop grenades.

A rat!

Oh, I hate rats.

Quick, let's follow it.

It might lead us
to the rat king's lair.

Wait, where are you going?

Don't leave me.

I'd rather follow
a four-legged rat

than stay here with
a two-legged one.

Once I cook them
turtle shells,

I going to make me
a big batch

of rat king stew,
I guarantee.

A key.

[GRUNTS]

By gumbo,

that be what old
leatherhead be needing.

Now I get me some
fine revenge--

cajun hot style.

We're still on its tail.

What an ugly tail it is.

This way!

So, my beauties,

did you find some
test subjects for me?

You!

Ew!
Ew!

I've got
a vacation coming,

and I'm taking it.

[SCREAMS]

No. No.
Don't run away.

I can't take
any more of this.

Aah!

Vernon!

Don't tell me

you're thinking
about leaving, too.

Aah!

Oh!

Miss O'Neill,

come back here.

I am the king,
and I command you.

Come back.

Oh!

Now--

we'll all get to go
back to my lair

and have a nice
little chat.

No. Yes. Like
a visit with mom.

I don't believe this.

I nearly get blown
to pieces by the rat king.

And now
I'm completely lost.

What else can go wrong?

Huh! Leatherhead!

I'm happy for you
to see me again.

What is this place,
swamp annex east?

Whatever it is,

it sure be
the last place

you ever gonna see.

Those cardboard cutouts
will get their attention.

While we attack them
from the side.

Excuse me.

Which one of you
ordered the pizza

with chocolate sprinkles
and clam sauce?

Yo, dude. Right here.

I think we've
got you, Raphael.

My beautiful strategy
done in by a pizza.

The winners
of the next contest

will be champions
for the day.

It's time for you to get
motivated, Michelangelo.

There, with this
incredibly clever

garbage b*mb launcher,

we can't lose.

I'll face them
single-handed.

Wish me luck.

Charge!

Fire 1.

Uh. Come on.

You guys
don't fight fair.

Fire 2.

Don't you care that
we're getting trashed?

Hey, it's only
garbage. Bud.

It'll wash off.

Fire 3!

Besides, why fight
when you can eat?

That does it.

This senseless
destruction

of innocent food
has got to stop!

Party-poopers!

Pepperoni pirates!

Pizza wreckers!

Victory!

Mount trashmore is ours.

I've got to admit it,
Michelangelo,

you were terrific.

All he needs is
the proper motivation.

Hmm, we can use these
for target practice.

Yes, April, what's up?

I've got
a little problem, guys.

Actually, it's
a big problem.

Leatherhead.

Leatherhead?

We're in the sewers near--

what you be doing?

You carry pictures
of them no-good turtles?

Leatherhead,
let April go.

Well, well,
turtles,

I be looking for you.

Where are you?

If'n you don't
find me pretty quick,

you don't find her...

Ever.

Leatherhead's
looking for us.

He's got April.

And we've got
to rescue her.

Come on.

Listen,
you overgrown handbag,

you'll never
get the turtles.

Got no time
for talking.

I going to finish
this here bazooka

and blow y'all
to catfish bait.

Heh. Don't hurry
on my account.

Then I'll get me
that rat king fellow.

He's going to turn
us into zombies.

Zombies? How?

He done stole
a big truck, yeah.

Going to make
some zombie gas

out of the stuff
in there.

So that's what he meant
by test subjects.

Huh! Irma. Vernon.

You two have the honor of
being my first test subjects.

What are you going
to do to us?

Allow the fumes
from this compound

to turn you into
mindless zombies.

In exactly 10 minutes,

you will be the
first human beings

to become sl*ves
of the rats.

Ha ha ha!

[SCREAMING]

Only 9 more minutes,

until you two become
sl*ves of the rats.

Oh! Oh!

Please!

I don't want
to be a zombie.

I need my sleep.

Too late.

The gas is
already at work.

Farewell.

[CHUCKLING]

Irma, we've got
to do something.

Ahh, my peaceful domain.

Something seems to be
missing, though.

Leatherhead! He's gone!

He's escaped!

Come, my faithful
followers!

We must find him.

[RATS SQUEAKING]

You gonna lead me
to them turtles,

or I'll whip you
into cajun bean dip.

I'm telling you, they
aren't even in the sewers.

Just how stupid

you think
old leatherhead be?

Do you have
an hour and a half?

I'll use this here turtle
stomper on you, too!

Now, tell me
where they at?

Never!

Ok, then.

I guess I'll track
them by my lonesome.

[SQUEAKING]

Uhh! What in the bayou
is a-going on?

Uhh! Uhh!

Get going, you little
cheese-chewing chumps!

That rat king
be nearby, gumbo.

See if he be
out there.

Hold on,
that could be dangerous.

It be dangerouser
not to go,

I guarantee.

Now get!

All I can say is,
oh, rats!

All right,
leatherhead.

Come out and fight
like a rat.

I gonna fricassee
your tail for that.

That was a rat king
soda can b*mb.

Let's go!

You dare challenge
the authority

of his majesty
the rat king?

Huh! Aah!

Heads down, April.

Turtles, your timing
is incredible.

Uhh! An infield
double, at least.

[GRUNTS]

[GROWLS]

I knew she be lying

about them turtles
being gone.

Boy, you turn your back
for one afternoon,

and everybody
gets rowdy.

The rat king's
got Vernon and Irma.

He's testing out
some zombie gas on them.

All right, dudes.

Like, turtles
to the rescue!

What about leatherhead
and the rat king?

We'll let those 2 pests
exterminate each other.

Oh! You'll be
the rat fink now.

Uhh! Hurry, my furry
little followers.

Hurry!

This time leatherhead
don't be missing.

[GRUNTS]

Jumping jambalaya!

Uhh!
Uhh!

I'll teach you
to defy me.

Uhh! No need to.

Leatherhead,
he already know how.

[GRUNTS]

Well, where's
Irma and Vernon?

They must be
behind that door.

Here goes.

Vernon!

Ha...h*...Wah.

He's...A zombie!

Nah. He just saw
one rat too many.

Watch this.

[SPUTTERS]

Was that really
necessary?

Hey, Vernon.

One good drip
deserves another.

Thank goodness that
gas didn't affect you.

What do you expect from a
recipe off a bubblegum wrapper?

What the heck?

This stuff may
not be zombie gas,

but it's becoming
real unstable!

In fact, I'd say
it was becoming...

expl*sive!

Say, how'd y'all like
to teach the rat king

a lesson for
trying to rule the world?

Bodacious notion, dude.

How about we
include leatherhead

for trying to make us
El extincto?

Why not?
Ok, huddle up.

Here's what we're
going to do.

[WHISPERS] Now, michelanglo,
you and Donatello...

And Leonardo's gonna--

uh, this may take a while.

Anyway, what
I was saying...

Now you be Southern fried
ratatouille, Mr. king!

Now you will be
my willing subject,

Mr. gator.

Oh, boys!

If you're
looking for us,

we'll be back at
the rat king's place

sabotaging his plans
for world conquest.

What? You can't do that.

I'm scheduled to rule the
world by this evening.

And I'm going
to get my revenge

on you little possum
pusses, I guarantee.

I'll stop
those turtles.

No! I stop them.

What incredible
footage.

Where they be?

In here, I'll wager.

There they are.

Now I got you.

No, you fool! Don't!

I guess they found
our cutouts.

Yeah! And we cut out
just in time.

Jambalaya...

Those wretched turtles
and that stupid gator!

I'll show them all not to
trifle with royalty...

When I get out of here.

This may take
a little time.

[YELLING]

Whew. I don't never want
to see another turtle

so long as I live.

This gator staying put
in his swamp,

h* h*, I guarantee.

Well, I don't think
we'll be hearing

from those two
again very soon.

This is the story
of the century,

and I got it.
All by myself.

With my video camera.

Who cares?

I'm channel 6's new
star reporter now.

Oh, of all the low-down,

back-stabbing,
double-dealing--

chill out, dudettes.

The whole world's
got his numero.

Right.
He'll be lucky

if he can
keep his own job.

Yeah, once it gets out
that he totally blew

the story of the century.

Just what are you
blabbering about?

Looks like you forgot to
take the lens cap off,

Mr. star reporter.

[GROANS]

I don't believe it.

All that incredible
footage gone!

Uh-huh. Just like
your chances

of stealing my job.

[GROANS]

[LAUGHING]