Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It wasrt slime.
You know, these nets are remarkably effective.
Well, you know, we could go looking for them for a change.
- Cowabunga. - Yeah.
Looks like the Fam Chat got a little Slimmmer
Check this.
I gotta tell the guys. They got him.
- Okay, bro? Come on, Leo. - Yeah.
Then so be it.
Yeah, well, if she does see Randy Pitchford
- Oh, man. - Twenty.
Our master has a message for your friends.
Kids.
Get me a phone. I want the police. Now. Phone. Police. Go.
- Pizza. - Yup.
Mwah.
...was accidentally exposed to a series of radiated waves...
Give him room to speak.
Hey, you're that TGRI guy.
Oh.
Looks like the Fam Chat got a little Slimmmer
Let any who challenge step forward.
Right. Right.
We're watching April. Sheesh.
It's him.
Well, the lives of two people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world
Hey, Mikey, surf's up, dude. Ha-ha.
- Hope we can find a cab. - There are lots of cabs.
Oops.
Sterns, there are two very dangerous things out there.
Make a record of that.
Raph, just leave it.
I think you'd better sit down.
- Yeah. All right. - Yeah.
Then if you're good enough, we let you into the organization.
Even you could think of something better to do.
- Oh, yeah! - Go!
Yeah, mutual of Splinter, dude.
Aha.
- Have another. Yeah. - Eat it.
Oh, wait.
You know, you'd think finding a new place would be easy.
- What do you mean? - Look.
Hey, everyone's a critic.
Great. Now what are we supposed to do?
Spooky
Oops
- Oh, man. - Yes, Master Splinter.
Yeah.
...with the welfare of the community we serve.
Everyone else must've been picked up.
No. We do not belong here, above.
He sounds pretty insistent. Says his name's Donny.
More as it develops.
I'm out of here.
One, two, three, punt.
What is this? I didn't order any extras.
Yeah, we got that impression, all right.
My man.
Ha, ha.
- They're both right. - Yeah, yeah.
The bigger they are...
- It's Raph. - Calm down. Slow down. What happened?
- Master say, Have fun. - Fun.
- Come on, throw it. - Go for it.
I knew there was something else going on with those guys.
Yeah, right.
- Are you sure you werert...? - They're not following me.
- I told... - Sit down.
Can you bring up the file?
Look, Sophie.
Whoa!
- Let's go. - Right.
- You sure about this, Donny? - Don't worry. Just do it.
Veiled by a shadow too deep to penetrate...
- Yeah. - Okay, these guys are mine.
For 15 years, you have been confined below.
...we work in concealment.
Stop them.
Yes.