Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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