- Previously on
"Tales of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"...
Yeah, I did get excited about the Mechazoids.
So what?
If they weren't trying to wipe us out, they'd be amazing.
This Bishop lady is a genius.
The bad kind, but still.
We're talking holograms.
We're talking AI.
They do look junky, though.
Do I love that these things separated me and my brothers
and are trying to wipe out my family?
Of course not.
But maybe Bishop has some tragic backstory
we don't know about.
Either way, she's about to get a taste of her own medicine.
- [deep breath]
My name is Josefina Bishop, and what I'm about to show you
will change the world.
On the cutting edge of robotics
and artificial intelligence for over two decades,
Bishop Robotics--
- Get on with it.
- Stand.
I call it a Mechazoid--
a bipedal, self-repairing artificial intelligence
for which the applications are limitless.
From manufacturing to agriculture,
space exploration to prosthetics.
Imagine a world where technology lifts humanity up,
not drags us down.
A world where people are free to fulfill
their true potential, like my sister, Elena.
She was born without her legs--
- Dump it!
- I--I'm sorry?
- Not you.
I said just dump the stock.
[sighs] What do you want?
- Uh-- - No, buy at $20.
- Uh, are--are you talking to me?
- Yes, you.
What are you asking for?
- An investment. [chuckles]
I put everything into my work,
but the cost on raw materials alone are astronomical.
If I don't have more funding soon,
I'm going to lose it all.
- Rod, what do you think?
You loved this stuff when you were a kid.
- Yeah. I guess it's cool.
- [sighs] Good enough for me.
I'll fund your little project here,
but you have to give Rod Jr. a job.
- [spits] What? - What?
- A job?
Dude, don't do this to me, Dad. Seriously.
It's going to stifle my own ambitions.
- Rod needs direction in life.
I've tried to find something he's passionate about,
something to inspire him,
something to get him away from me.
Take him, and I'll double the investment you're asking for.
[dramatic music]
- [beeps]
[upbeat music]
* *
[beeps]
- I think this is it.
The artificial intelligence may still need some tweaks, but--
- B-beep beep boop.
Beep b-beep boop.
Hey, who do you think would win in a fight?
I, Robot or a garbage disposal?
- What?
- My dad said the FBI's got a file on you
because your AI went berserk
and they called you a potential threat.
- That was one time in college, OK?
My code has come a long way since then.
- Whoa! Easy there.
- Hm!
That should do it.
Say hello, Mechazoid Alpha.
[beeping, whirring]
- Mechazoid Alpha now online.
Good evening, Dr. Bishop.
- Look at you.
I did it.
I finally did it.
If Elena could have seen you, ay, she just would have--
- Can we order in some food or something?
The snack situation here is seriously lame, dudes.
- Rod, for the last six months,
you have been in charge of the snacks.
That is literally your only job.
- You should build a robot that fights people.
That'd be dope.
Like RoboCop, but, like, without the dude.
Just all robo. [thud]
- Do you have any idea what this prototype represents?
This is a new evolution in robotics.
This is the pinnacle of my life's work.
[whirring and thudding] Everything I dreamed of.
What is that noise?
[both scream]
[heavy breathing]
- [neighs, growls]
[roars]
- Dr. Bishop, you are in danger.
- No, no, don't!
[in slow-motion] No!
[sharp ringing]
[sirens wailing, helicopter whirring]
[groans] - Did you see that?
He tore right through the whole building.
- Yeah. He's really into this.
It's--it's actually kind of impressive.
Like, full Godzilla.
- We gotta try and talk to him.
- He went that way. Let's go, guys!
- [groans]
- OK, you have to admit, that was kind of awesome.
- What?
What was it?
- Social says some kind of giant mutant.
No offense, but mutants over robots all day.
All day!
[dramatic music]
* *
[somber music]
* *
- [roars]
[sirens wailing]
[ominous music]
* *
- Mutants.
- * One, two, three, four *
[upbeat rock music]
* *
[train horn blares]
- --are now heroes of the city.
That's right.
Those lovable mutants are now enrolled--
- --rented an apartment in the Bronx--
- --where they're fulfilling their lifelong dream of--
wait, is this right?
"Going to high school"?
[suspenseful music]
* *
[blade whirring]
- Cool. Very cool.
Maybe make it a little bigger.
Like, kaiju sized.
- That hologram is meant to lure
the mutants to the shipyards,
not throw the city into a panic.
- OK. So then what?
The mutants show up. What do you do?
[mechanical whirring]
[beeping]
Yo, what happened to the cute voices?
I thought they were going to sound like Siri.
- The time for talking is past.
Mechazoids, eliminate the target!
[machines rumbling, growling]
The existence of mutants cannot be allowed.
Messy mutagens and proteins causing unpredictable spikes
in DNA and now suddenly humanity
must suffer the destruction wreaked
by 50-foot tall monsters?
Talking rhinos? Turtle people who want a public education?
No. Absolutely not.
It's already out of hand, and someone has to do something
to protect humanity from the chaos and restore order.
And that someone is robots!
- Yeah. OK.
You sure you just don't want revenge
for them messing up your stuff?
Hey! - This is not about revenge.
For humanity to live,
all mutants must be destroyed.
- Cool. So revenge. Could I have my phone now?
[fog horn blares]
- The signal is ready.
The Mechazoids are loaded. [music playing on device]
Tonight, the mutants will finally--
what are you doing?
- I'm making a pump-up playlist, you know?
For the big showdown.
Do you have strong feelings about Dua Lipa?
Because there's a lot of Dua Lipa on here right now.
- We don't need a soundtrack, Rod.
It's a trap.
It depends on the element of surprise.
- Yeah, for sure.
So what, like, more BTS?
You seem like a BTS kind of gal.
- Just turn it off.
[upbeat music playing]
- Can we finally talk about your robot glove thing then?
- Shut up, Rod.
[fog horn blares]
[Velcro rips]
- Safety first, man. I got to protect my vitals.
So, uh, what's the plan again?
- It's simple.
Using triangulated positioning and an algorithm that delivers
targeted alerts to social media,
the mutants will be lured here vis-à-vis
the holographic monster,
at which point we unleash the Mechazoids.
- I'm going to be honest with you--that isn't simple.
[device chiming] - Incoming call.
Roderick Underwood.
- Decline.
These mutants may be stronger, faster,
and more powerful than us--
- And cooler. Did you just screen my dad?
Because if you did, that's cool.
- But there's one thing mutants are not.
Smarter than me.
- Don't you mean "us"?
- You heard me.
[camera beeps, whirs]
* *
- You know, if a rampaging mutant doesn't show up soon,
I'm going to punch you, Leo.
- There's still time for us to go to the party, all right?
Just calm down-- oh, what is that?
[all yelp]
- What the heck?
[hologram whirring, static buzzing]
- What is that thing supposed to be?
- It's a mutant brother.
Show some respect.
- Yeah, that's not real.
It's not even moving.
- I think it's a hologram maybe.
I can see through it.
- Maybe they're doing a concert.
You know, like Tupac did.
- Someone should go check it out.
[together] Not it! - What?
Tch. Aw!
[groans]
Fine.
[whimpers]
Ah!
[soft dramatic music]
* *
Uh, hello?
Can we help you?
- Feels like you should have prepared something to say here.
- Shut up, Rod.
[tense music]
- Are you going to give a big speech or something?
The whole "I am Bishop, I hate chaos," thing from before?
- What? No.
We're here to exterminate the mutants, not talk to them.
- Uh, we can hear you.
- Loud and clear, man.
- Wait, did you just say you want to exterminate us?
- Yeah, I mean, maybe you don't recognize us.
Remember those heroes who saved the city?
[chuckles] That's us.
- Oh, you think you're heroes?
Your mere existence is a threat to humanity.
- Oh, yeah! We're doing the speech.
Hey, just a quick question, though.
Mutant guys, how did you actually get to be mutants?
It was something to do with your blood, right?
- Quiet, Rod.
You may have everyone else fooled, but not me.
Mechazoids!
[dramatic music]
* *
- Is she throwing toasters at us?
[mechanical whirring]
- Whoa-ho-ho-ho!
That--that is cool.
- Yeah. These are pretty sweet.
Did you make them, like, in a garage or something?
They sort of have that look.
- Mechazoids, exterminate!
[robot whirs] - Whoa.
Is it supposed to be doing that?
- Yo, is this for real?
Did this lady really build robots to try and snuff us out?
- That's horrible.
But still kind of cool, you know?
Like something you'd see in a movie.
[mechanical whirring, growling]
[screeches] - [screams]
- This is not cool!
What are these things?
- She called them Mechazoids.
- That sounds super made up!
- Finally, I get to fight someone
I can really let loose on.
This is the best day of my life!
[grunts]
Ow.
- [grunts]
- [growls]
- This is some really advanced AI.
Ha. Ah!
- Hey. Ha.
Whoa!
Ah!
[screams] Ah!
[screaming]
- [grunts]
[grunts]
[saw whirring]
We need a plan!
- Ah!
Whoa.
Hey, isn't that your job?
- I got a plan.
Beast mode!
- Yeah, see, that's not really a plan.
This is why you don't have that job.
[squeals] Ah!
Leo!
- [grunts]
Ah.
This is really bad.
- [grunts] Why isn't violence working?
- The mobility function on that thing is insane.
Ah!
- It's working.
[device chiming] Huh?
Decline.
- Are you sure these guys are a threat
to humanity and all that?
They just seem like, you know, regular kids.
- Regular kids are not green, Rod.
They don't rampage through the city
destroying buildings and people's life's work,
but they're ticking genetic time bombs that--
Can you move?
- Oh, sorry.
I think the orange one is my favorite.
Maybe we keep him alive just in case, You know?
Maybe we need his blood or something.
I don't know.
- Guys!
Guys, can you hear me?
Where are you?
We've got to find a way out of here.
- Hey, no kidding, genius.
I'm open to suggestions.
- Whoa! [groans]
[growling]
- Ah!
- Come on, Leo.
Think!
[gasps]
- [grunts]
- Got it. Mikey!
The lady. Her--her name was Bishop.
She's controlling these things.
Can you get up there and distract her?
- Yeah, Mikey.
Tell her a joke.
- That was sarcasm, wasn't it?
[growling] See?
The murder bot agrees.
[thud]
[grunts]
Raph, get the Mechazoids to follow you
to the center of the yard.
- What are you trying to get me, murked?
Ah!
- Donnie, get to the crane!
- Oh, yeah.
I see where this is going, Leo.
Sorry, Mechazoid.
- I'll take care of the rest.
[suspenseful music]
* *
- What are they doing?
- Uh, hi.
I don't suppose you're open to talking about this.
- I'm just in charge of the snacks, man.
- [groans]
[dramatic music]
- [screams]
Guys!
- Hang on, Donnie.
Whoa.
- Ah!
- Raph! Incoming!
- [groans] What the heck, man?
- You got this.
- [grunting]
- OK, let's go.
Huh.
This is a little more complicated
than I was expecting.
Ah! [grunts]
- Are you going to eat us or something?
Is that what mutants do?
- What? No.
I'm here to, you know, stop all this aggression, man.
- Oh, good.
Can I ask you a few questions, then?
- Idiota. On my position!
- [gasps]
[mechanical whirring, beeping]
- Look out!
- Ah!
[grunts]
- Whoa!
- Yeah! Jiujitsu.
Was that jiujitsu?
- You idiot!
- [swallows, groans]
Donnie, what are you doing?
- What am I doing?
I'm freaking out!
That's what I'm doing.
Ah!
[grunts]
- This is what we wanted, right?
Plan's going great?
- OK, let's finish this.
- I can get the crane in position,
but the lever's jammed.
- Got it.
Manual release coming up.
- Let's get it.
[engine roars]
- [grunts]
[device beeping]
- Oh, no.
Did you check the shipping manifest like I asked?
- Yeah, that doesn't sound like something I'd do.
- Mechazoids!
- [grunts]
- Yeah, great plan, guys.
Are we winning yet?
- The crane is in position.
- [grunts]
Raph, get out of there!
- Ugh. Finally.
- Mutant, no! They're--
- [grunts]
- [in slow-motion] Fireworks!
[screaming]
[fireworks booming]
[sirens wailing]
- [snores]
- Fire and police are on the scene
as some sort of deadly but very pretty explosions
continue to rock the shipyards,
leaving New York with the question,
who is responsible for this?
[fireworks booming]
[somber music]
- [grunts] Rod.
Rod!
Where are you?
[fireworks booming and whistling]
* *
[grunts, gasps]
[laughs]
I did it.
I did it!
Locate Mechazoids one through four.
- Acquiring signal.
Just a moment.
[device ringing]
- You have an incoming call.
Roderick Underwood.
- Rod, where are-- - Senior.
- Ms. Bishop.
- I'm in the middle of something.
Can this wait? My Mechazoids are--
- I don't care about your machines, Bishop.
I'm investing millions in your work to make my son happy.
Now, how's he doing?
- Rod, he's, uh, doing great.
He's had lots of input.
- Good.
Because if he's not happy, your funding goes away.
And Bishop, see that you don't miss anymore of my calls.
- Mechazoids one through four located.
- No!
[dramatic music]
No!
They're still alive?
- [grunts]
- Ugh.
No!
[grumbles]
No!
[sighs]
They're coming for me.
I can't let them destroy my work.
Not again.
- Shall I power up the XS-1?
* *
- Yes.
It's time.