Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mmm. Num-nums.
They’re both right
I; Ruben; Now lead
- Oh, yes. Mmm, num-nums. - Yeah.
I don't believe him. There's just got to be more to it.
Yeah.
Yo, right on, my man.
Chief.
Antimutagen.
No, if the soil is contaminated so far away...
Gah.
Yes. Come forward.
Hey, we could always go back to the old sewer den.
Say it.
Combat cold cuts! Whoa!
Keno, don't do it. Keno, don't do it.
- One sound and you fail. - No way.
Old Shred did a swan dive with a half gainer...
Guess not.
They may be intellectually inferior, but...
Jeez, why don't you just rip my lips off?
I have kept it these 15 years.
And he's obsessed with the idea of destroying you all.
But you guys don't stand a chance.
Listen up.
Oh, right, well, yes.
- What is that? - What?
- Got it. - Good.
...to, you know, us.
I'm being punished, aren't I?
Actually, what?
Our jukas gone
- Let me go. I can take him. Come on. - Full volume.
Of course not, Master Splinter.
Have fun.
Wolf it down. Scarf it.
I’ll stop consuming stuff from the shitty one Like which one’s the shitty one?
Maybe you better hear what he has to say.
- you boys ! - why you ?
Six boxes.
Tatsu.
Some animals are knocking down the telephone poles.
- What? - Come on.
We gotta go all the way up.
Yeah, in your mouth.
...thanks for your help, dudes.
I thought we'd find out we were special.
Looks like just a bunch of serial numbers.
- Very well constructed. - Yeah.
- One. - One.
It's Harry potter's birth .
Hey.
So anyway, last Saturday night...
- Aw. - Nineteen.
Remind me to drop a line to Ralph Nader.
- Get it. - Let me go.
- Yah! - Let's get out of here!
Here, let me get this first.
- Eat it. It'll be great. Eat it. - Yeah.
An unknown mixture of discarded chemicals...
Here.
This is stupid.
Isn't there any way to speed it back up?
Oh, yeah.
But the guy in 313 did, and now he doesn't seem to be there.
Yeah, a little TOO Drew
Go. Play. Have fun!
Oh, April, you spoiled our surprise.
Well, except maybe this one.
Hey, is this gonna work?
- Mikey. Mikey, are you okay, huh? - Mike? Mikey?
This may be even better.
- Yes, please. - That's okay. Don't worry about it.
- Come on, guys. - I love this spy stuff.
- Two. - So basically, what you're telling me...
You okay?
Whoa
Yeah, well, uh...
- Oh, yeah, right. Right. - Go on.
- Why not? - Why not?
Uh...
Go. Play.
Oh, great. That should be easy.
Something fresh. I mean, like... Like this.
In small doses through future mutants.
...we get you out to tell the others, right?
April O'Neil.
Not for long.
You’re forgiven.
I'm two again!
Are you ready?
Look, it's Raph.