Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

We're really hip.

Hey, get a grip.

He's a radical rat.

That's a fact, Jack.

This is the most despicable, fiendish invention

of my entire evil career.

We give up.

What is it?

It's a interdimensional splitting device.

Interdimensional spitting?

Yuck, how disgusting.

That's splitting, you cretins!

Not spitting!

It's finally ready.

Now I will spit--

Split the dimension barrier,

creating Krang's Chasm,

a gaping, bottomless pit.

Ooh.

Hit the deck!

Don't just stand there. Do something!

Uh, sorry, Krang.

I never was really good at jigsaw puzzles.

Okay, that does it,

I have got to get some Zs.

Michelangelo is out of here.

Wait a minute!

We warned you, Michelangelo.

No more rock and roll!

Okay, canine cuties,

chow down on this three-woof tune

on pirate radio W.O.O.F.

Woof, woof, woof!

But dudes, I'm listening to my main man,

Dicky Bark, the Woofman!

And it's tune time, woof, woof, woof!

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

It's snooze time.

That Bark guy's woofing is driving me out of my shell.

But dudes, it's the numero uno station in the whole city.

Just give it a listen.

It'll grow on you.

Yeah, like a fungus!

Hey, w--wait!

You dudes will be sorry!

Good night...dude!

Oh, sure, make me sleep in the cold, wet sewer.

Well, at least I've got Dicky Bark to keep me company.

All right, now, bubba, it's The Fleabags

scratching their way up the charts with

"Itching To See You, Baby"

Woof, woof, woof!

This is Pirate Radio, WOOF,

where it's party time all the time.

Woof, woof, woof!

Hey, it's the one-and-only Woofman, Dicky Bark!

Whoo!

What makes you so sure

your contraption will even work, Krang?

Because my creations are flawless.

That's why!

And if you do cut this chasm in the dimension barrier,

how are you planning to talk the citizens

into passing through it?

That's a good one--

Don't bother me with your endless questions.

I'll figure that out when I get to it.

Okay, Bebop, see if you get anything.

Here's a radical beat of a platter

that's melting the old turntable.

Ooh, ooh! It's Dicky Bark!

Look what you've done, you idiot.

Turn that blasted thing off!

We're trying, Krang.

We're trying.

Where'd that racket come from?

The number one radio station in the city.

Yeah, Krang, everybody listens to W.O.O.F.

Woof, woof, woof.

Everybody?

How fortuitous!

Hmm, I believe we are about to go into the radio biz.

Planning to launch a Krang's Chasm advertising campaign?

Great, Bebop and me can do a jingle.

Don't give up your day jobs, you boobs!

All we'll need is my ventrilocoder.

Speak through it and everything you say

will be heard as a command that must be obeyed.

The citizens will bring about their own destruction

by voluntarily leaping into the chasm.

And when the city is completely deserted,

we take over.

Exactly.

Oh, boy, we're getting out of this deep freeze.

Goody, goody, goody!

And W.O.O.F. is about to get a new DJ,

the Slicer!

I can't do it.

Michelangelo's out there alone and hungry.

Yeah, I hate to admit it,

but I sort of feel sorry for the guy.

Maybe we should save this last slice for him.

No way!

And now, back to you, April.

Uh, thanks, Vernon.

That was an, um, interesting look

at the plight of the Amazonian piranha.

Woof, woof, woof...oops.

Uh--Uh, just a reminder, folks,

It's 10 AM. Do you know where your dog is?

I mean, this is April O'Neil for Channel 6 News.

Oh, that does it, Irma!

Either that pirate radio station goes

or you do.

Oh, sorry, Mr. Thompson.

Oh, you certainly will be.

And I had the audience eating right out of my hand.

Too bad they weren't Amazonian piranha.

I'm sorry, Vernon.

But Dicky Bark is just so incredible.

You really are obsessed with this Dicky Woofer guy, aren't you?

You don't understand, April.

I just have to listen to station W.O.O.F.

Oh, no!

Yikes.

Well, at least we made a soft landing.

This had better work, Krang.

Hey, boss?

That radio signal homing thing is going wild!

It's found station W.O.O.F.

It's coming from that manhole cover.

This was too easy!

To the sewer!

All right!

Get down.

Hey, cool it, dudes!

Huh, whoa.

Gee, boss, it ain't the radio station,

it's this boom box.

I can see that, you moron!

You wasted my time, Turtle.

And we're gonna waste you!

Tell us where the radio station W.O.O.F.

is headquartered, Turtle.

How should I know where it is, dude?

And why do you want to know, anyway?

That's for me to now and you to find out.

This'll make him talk, boss.

Hey, what are doing with my radio, snout face?

Say bye-bye, boom box.

No!

Oops.

Gee, I guess it slipped.

What's everybody got against my radio?

It's just like you.

It's all wet.

That tears it.

Now I'm really ticked off!

Keep him busy while I zero in on that radio signal.

Right, boss.

This is going to be a pleasure.

Let's go, Turtles!

Uh, oh.

What's wrong, dudes?

Chicken? Bock bock.

Hiyah!

Turtle power!

Paws off our buddy, hog breath!

Cowabunga, dudes!

Stupenduloso timing!

I think the odds just changed in their favor.

In that case--

Hey, Shredder, wait for us!

Let's get them, fellas!

Let's kick some shell!

These ought to slow them down!

It's worth a try.

Whoa! Head's up!

And in the center ring,

the incredible, stupendous,