Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...we force a final confrontation.

- Come on. - Yeah.

- Bye. - Good night, April.

Come on. Come on, professor. We don't have a lot of time.

Two words that could solve

- Begin. - However, I feel compelled...

- Hold on. Take it easy. - Please, please?

If you're there, it's me, Keno!

- Okay, lady, two slices for you. - Move it up, come on.

- We practice ninja. - Yeah.

Get it? Got it? Good. I don't get it.

I don't like this.

1995 Toy Story. 1998 A Bug's Life. 1999 Toy Story 2. 2001 Monsters, Inc. 2003 Finding Nemo. 2004 The Incredibles. 2006 Cars. 2007 Ratatouille.

Four walking, talking turtles.

I mean, I'm the news manager here, April.

- Is, like, Schwarzenegger hard to spell? - Come on.

...but dangerous mutanagenic properties.

- They are stupid. - Well, they're not stupid.

Would you like me to keep my answer succinct...

I already have.

Let me go. What are you doing?

Hey, it's all coming down!

...but it is the last choice for the true ninja.

Okay, looks like this is the place.

we'll be the sunlight anymore.

And I thought all the really good dungeons were in Europe.

- All right. - Yeah.

Get out of my way. Get out. Watch out.

- Just like Keno said. - Yeah.

See that these two things are properly disposed of.

Heh-heh. Wait, wait, wait.

- So just what are we looking for anyway? - Quiet. You wanna get us...?

I've been waiting for you.

- Power. - Yeah.

The missing link.

Hmm. Not quite ripe yet.

- Where's Freddy? - Took off. Said he was sick.

Thanks for doing all the shopping for us, Keno.

- a scar ? - well it has shape of lightning bolt ⚡ .

I can't believe every time...

Take heart, child.

- Please continue, professor. - Yeah.

Oh, drat. You know, we're gonna have to do it another time.

Master Shredder.

This time into Central Park.

Baby Mario: You're gonna destroy us all. Waaaaaaaaahhh!

Donatello, continue aeration.

But they could never understand.

Whoa. Would you get a load of this crazy joint.

Professor, would you mind if I asked you a few follow-up questions?

Well, on our way to bury them, a near-collision caused us...