05x14 - Planet of the Turtleoids: Episode 2

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We've got to sneak
inside somehow.

Uh, the boss said
to steal this equipment.

We've got
to pick the lock.

Here. Allow me.

The boss said
to steal all the money
in the vault.

How are we supposed
to open it?

That's the boss' problem.

The boss said
to steal some cars.

Police are baffled
by the crimes,

each of which required
superhuman strength
to commit.

Whoa, dudes, it would be,
like, totally awesome

to be that strong.

We've got our brains
and our ninja skills.

But a little extra muscle
wouldn't hurt.

We can outsmart
all that muscle.

Are you
willing to try?

That does it.

We're taking it
to the streets.

Yeah.
All right!

A wide variety of crimes
have been committed

by these brawny burglars,

and one thing is certain:

nothing is safe

from these super-strong
criminals.

Brawny burglars, huh?

Casey Jones will show 'em.

Even the strongest
man alive

must obey the law.

Uh, exactly what are we
doing here, compadres?

If we're gonna
look for strong men,

the best place
to start is a gym,

like that one.

"No Sweat Gym."

Maybe that's
where those burglars

are hanging out,
Donatello.

Nah. That's a place
where people show off,
not work out.

What about
that place?

"Air Head's House of Pecs"?

Whoa.
Bodacious biceps.

Yeah, but are they
strong enough

to steal
an entire vault?

Let's find out.

We need more steel
for the blockbuster.

Go to the 8th Street Foundry
and get some.

Something's up. Come on.

I don't believe it.

Those deltoid dudes
are most musculoso.

Let's get those turkeys.

[All]
Turtle Power!

Uh, hold on, guys.

This could be
a big mistake.

Mistake?

If they could
do that to a wall,

imagine what they could
do to our heads.

For sure. And our
heads are nowhere
near that thick.

[Raphael]
Speak for yourself.

What the heck?

I've never known you
to run from a fight.

I just don't think we should
go rushing in there.

Donatello's right.

They've got the brawn,
but we've got the brains.

Well, I know.

We'll challenge them
to a debate.

Halt, lawbreakers.

Hey!
Hey!

I'll teach you to go
busting into buildings.

Casey, it's us!

Hey, it's you turtles.

Yeah. And we didn't
make that hole,
you wacko.

Oh, no? Then what
are you doing here?

We're trying to stop
the guys who did that.

I'm the top g*n
crime fighter in this town.

I'll handle this.

I'll teach them
respect for the law.

I'll give 'em
a one-way ticket

to that big stone motel.

We got to get rid
of Casey

before he creates
some serious trouble.

I've got an idea.

Look, Casey!
That man down the street!

Isn't he jaywalking?

Why,
that's against the law.

Come back, miscreant.

How dare you cross
in the middle of the street.

There goes one
wacked-out citizen.

Yeah, well, never mind him.

Let's put a stop
to those muscle-bound g*ons.

[Donatello]
I still think
this is a bad idea.

Quickly. The boss
needs more steel.

Forget it, guys!

You won't steal
any more steel
tonight.

It will take more
than you weaklings

to stop us.

Hyah! Hyah!

Boy, talk about
rock-hard muscles.

Hyah!

Here. Catch.

Whoa!
Whoa!

Come on. Let's get
those turkeys. Uh-oh.

Let's go to Plan B!

Oh, we're never
gonna stop 'em
this way.

They're
too strong.

[grunting]

Look out!

Come on.
Those wimpy boneheads

won't bother us anymore.

Uh...I feel like
the roof fell in.

What a colorful
figure of speech.

Those dudes have
radical rhomboids.

How are we ever
gonna beat 'em?

Don't sweat it,
Michelangelo.

We'll figure out something
before this episode is over.

Our only chance
is to make ourselves
as strong as they are.

Yeah, right. How many
gyms do you know

that let mutant turtles
join up?

I could probably build us
a muscle-making gadget.

Better yet, I'll
just think positive,

and maybe something
will turn up.

[Turtlecom warbles]

Hey, guys.
I know this seems strange,

but there's a crate
for you here at Channel 6.

It seems to be some kind
of exercise machine.

Never underestimate
the power of positive
Turtle thinking.

It was just delivered
a short time ago.

"To the city's number one
crime fighters,

compliments
of Wally Air Head."

All right. Now we can
pump some iron,

build our muscles,

and really take on those
Mr. Universe bad guys.

Hold on.
Isn't Wally Air Head

the guy who runs
Air Head's House of Pecs?

That's right. He has
his own fitness show
here on Channel 6.

And didn't we just
follow those two g*ons

from his gym?

Who cares?

Don't look
a gift muscle-maker
in the mouth.

There's something
suspicious about this.

Why is Air Head
doing us any favors?

Chill out, dude.
Maybe he's a fan.

Or maybe it's a trap.

Well, I say we start
pumping up

so we can show those
muscle-bound meatheads

what Turtles are made of.

We don't need
more muscle.

We need our ninja
skill and cunning.

Leonardo is right,
my students.

The brain is still
the most powerful
muscle in the body.

You may learn
that lesson yet,

the hard way.

Well, you guys can
pump up if you want to.

Me, I'm gonna go
practice my ninja skills.

Jeez,
what a wet blanket.

Okay, just do it.

Come on, dudes,
start hurting.

Come on, feel the burn.

Ah, no pain, no gain.

Uhh.

Uh-oh. What the heck?

Whoa! ¿Qué pasa?

Ay-ya!

Hey! Let go of me!

Aah!

Whoa! This isn't
the kind of exercise

I had in mind, dudes.

Whoa!

Donatello? Raphael?

Michelangelo?

Well, now where
have they gone to?

I hope they didn't
get too carried away.

Cowabunga!

Whoa!
Whoa!

Do you
get the feeling

this thing knows
where it's going?

I don't know.
Why do you ask?

Oh, just call it
a crazy hunch.

Bodacious!
Wally Air Head's gym!

Welcome, Turtles.

I have been waiting for you.

I don't understand it,
Master Splinter.

They were about
to start exercising,

and the next minute
they were gone.

And the exercise machine
along with them.

That may provide
our first clue.

Wheel tracks.
From the looks of it,

the machine itself
carried them off.

That machine was a gift
from Wally Air Head.

It's a safe bet
it took them to his gym.

You must try
to free them, Leonardo.

But how? If I show
my face in that gym,

those muscle men will
capture me in a second.

Perhaps you have already
met someone this evening

who can help.

You mean-- Oh, no.

No, not Casey Jones.

I admit our
crime-fighting friend

is a trifle,
mmm, enthusiastic,

but he can get
inside the gym.

If I recall,

he is prowling the city
searching out evildoers.

Meaning?

Meaning find
the lawbreaking muscle men,

and you will find Casey.

So much for exercise
being good for you.

I thought there were
supposed to be four Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles.

No matter. It's time
for my dose of Strongium 90.

How invigorating.

I suppose you are wondering
why I invited you here.

Invited?

Try turtle-napped, bub.

You might think

I am just another
incredibly developed
mass of muscles.

I have achieved
my superhuman physique

through scientific methods.

By synthesizing various
strength-giving elements,

I have created an army
of super strongmen.

Now I wish
to isolate the essence
of your Turtle powers

so I may add it to my
arsenal of strength.

Combined with your
super-hard shells
and ninja discipline,

we would be invincible.

But first
I must discover

the limits
of your conditioning.

Gentlemen, it's time
to work out.

Come on.
Put some life into it.

You're flabby
and out of shape.

You have
no muscle tone.

You pathetic
little reptiles.

Well, we wanted
to get in shape.

Oh, when will I learn
to keep my yap shut?

Hans, Fitz,
come with me.

I'll be back.

We need oil
for the blockbuster.

Go steal a few
storage tanks.

Right, Wally.

Halt, lawbreakers.

Destruction
of private property

and breaking and entering.

You will pay dearly for this.

Let go of me.

Listen, those guys
already kicked
our shells tonight,

and they kidnapped
the other Turtles.

So? Can I help it
if you guys are wimps?

Casey,
they're too strong.

You can't fight 'em
head-on.

I need you
to infiltrate the gym.

We've got to free
my fellow Turtles.

Well...
okay, I'll help you.

Great.

Hello.
I am Wally Air Head.

Welcome to another edition
of Pump Yourself Up,

the fitness show that turns
miserable weaklings like you

into magnificent mounds
of muscle like me.

Why are we wasting time
watching reruns

when there are criminals
loose on the streets?

Because we've
got to use our brains

to stop this guy,

and that means
learning as much
about him as we can.

Okay, here's everything
the newsroom files have
on the guy.

Who's this?

That's Wally Air Head
six months ago.

What?
What?

How could anybody
develop that much muscle

in only six months?

That's enough for now.

I'll be back
after this commercial.

According to this,
Wally Air Head was once

a brilliant but scrawny
biologist,

specializing in the effects
of certain rays
on human strength.

That's it. He must
have invented
some special ray

to make him
and his g*ons
super-strong.

Casey, we've
got to get you
inside that gym.

Now what?
Do we rip the joint up?

No. You just go in

and sign up
for an exercise course.

Then try and find out
where they're holding
the Turtles.

Piece of cake.

And remember,
no losing your temper.

Me?

I'm just a mild-mannered
public-minded citizen.

What do you want,
string bean?

String bean?
Why, I oughta--

You ought to what?

Never mind.

I want to sign up
for a class.

Okay, cheeseball,
make a muscle.

Here. What do you think?

Ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha!

You call that a muscle?

Now this is a muscle,

you underdeveloped
wimp.

Okay. This time,
I've had it.

Shut up
and start working out.

First destroying
private property,

now
public humiliation.

I'm not forgetting this guy.

Come on.
Put your backs into it.

Show a little moxie.

You've only been at it
for three hours.

What's happening with Wally?

Time for another dose
of Strongium 90.

Much better.

Keep at it,
you shell-backs.

No slacking.
I'll be back.

It pains me to say it,
but Leonardo was right.

Instead of worrying
about our muscles,

we should have
used our brains.

And I'm gonna start
using mine right now.

[Wally]
Hans, I need your help
with the blockbuster.

[door opens, closes]

Did you seem how weak
Wally seemed for a moment?

These g*ons must be getting
their strength from this ray.

If only I could
get to it somehow.

Yeah. We got to get
mobile again.

I know. I'll think
positive again,

and somebody will rescue us.

There you guys are.

I don't believe it.

Believe it, dude.

I'll have you free
in a jiffy,

and then we can do
some serious damage.

No. Wait.
I have a plan.

Raphael,
find me a flashlight.

Why? It's plenty
bright in here.

Just do it, okay?

Okay, okay.
Keep your shell on.

What in the world?

In a few minutes,

my blockbuster
will be ready

to make its debut,

and then the city
will bow down

before the great
Wally Air Head.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

So that's what they've been
stealing all that stuff for.

[Michelangelo]
Holy guacamole!

What is that thing?

It's definitely not
the welcome wagon.

Whatever it is,
let's demolish it.

[Raphael]
Cool it, Casey.

Those muscle men
will demolish us first.

I have a plan.

Raphael, where
is that flashlight?

Here. Lighten up.

Those g*ons need
regular doses of this ray

to keep their strength up.

If my guess is right,

they'll all drop by
to recharge themselves

before they take
that big machine out.

So? Why not just bust
the darn thing to pieces?

Now that idea I like!

Cool it, Casey.

We want them to think

they've been
zapped by the ray.

It's part of the plan.

It is?
That's right.

Do you understand
any of this, Case?

Uh, Casey?

He split!

[Casey]
Halt, you criminal
fiends.

Oh, boy.

I charge you with intent
to commit ill*gal activities

with a giant boxing glove.

Casey, no!

Stop that little pipsqueak.

Come on, Casey,
let's get out of here.

[grunting]
[grunting]

Oh, no! Not again!

Whoa!
Whoa!

They won't bother us
anymore.

And the blockbuster
is ready. Let's go.

No. Wait.

First we must power up
on Strongium 90.

Fitz, take this.

You know
what to do with it.

Oh, my gosh.
What's that thing?

This bears
some investigating.

[groaning]

Donatello, are you hurt?

Nothing that two weeks
in traction wouldn't cure.

I swear, if I
have one more roof
dropped on my head,

I am sitting out
the rest of this episode.

So, like, what happened
to the humongous gizmo?

They wheeled it out
into the streets.

Come on.
We'd better follow 'em.

We must
test the blockbuster

to make sure it works.

Now to deliver
the blockbuster punch!

I have to tell you,
this is not helping

to ease
our overcrowded
living conditions.

We've got to put these
criminals out of business

before they do
any more damage.

After them!

[Turtles]
Let's Turtlize 'em!

Hey, you!

What do you mean,
breaking in here?

Ha ha.
Forget what I said.

What can I do for you?

You'd better put this
on the air now,

or I'll turn you
into a pretzel.

Well, since you
asked so nicely.

Hello, puny people.

This is Wally Air Head
speaking.

He could knock down
the entire city
with that thing.

Yes, but why?
What's he up to?

I think we're about
to find out, amigos.

Check it out.

You have my final offer.

If the city doesn't
pay me $500 million
in cash

in the next 15 minutes,

I will demolish
every building in the city,

starting
with the Supreme Court.

I'll be back.

That does it.

These weightlifting
wrongdoers

must be
brought to justice.

But how? Every time we've
gone up against them,

they've kicked our shells!

Not this time,
Leonardo.

I've got a plan.

You do? Well,
tell us what it is.

If my calculations
are correct,

in about five minutes,

we should be able
to stop those guys.

If they don't bring
the money in ten minutes,

this building
will be history.

You're the one
who's gonna be
history, Air Head!

So you haven't had enough
yet, eh?

Uh... What?

I suddenly feel so weak.

This is not possible.

We all had the blast
of Strongium 90

just a few minutes ago.

You only thought you did.

The rays you got were from
an ordinary flashlight.

All right! Let's take
these muscle-bound
meatheads!

[Turtles]
Turtle power!

Hold that pose,
compadres!

Whoa!
Oh!

Oh!
Ow!

At last I get to do
some serious damage.

Yaah!

Hey, no fair!

You're stronger
than us now.

Oh, sure.
It was hunky-dory

when you could drop
a roof on our heads!

You've been pumping up
long enough, Air Head.

Hyah! It's time
you had a nice long
cooling off period...

Hyah!

...in the cooler!

At last!

[creaking]

Justice is done!

Thanks for your help,

you wacky
crime-fighting dude.

And I hope
you've learned

that brains
are worth more

than all the muscle
in the world.

I sure have.

No more rushing headlong
into dangerous situations
for me.

You're looking
at the new Casey Jones.

Hey!
That man is littering!

Come back, felon!

You won't
get away with that,

you lowlife lawbreaker!

Uh, is it just me,

or does
the new Casey Jones

seem a lot
like the old one?

Ah, poor Casey.

I don't think
he'll ever change.

But I can change, dude.

and from now on,
I'm gonna use my head.

Ohh!

Just some friendly
advice, Michelangelo.

Whoa!

Before
you use your head,

make sure
it's screwed on right.

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