[sighing]
Guess I'll have Donnie analyze these in case
there's any more out there.
If he ever bothers to wake up.
[yawning]
What?!
Mm, delicious.
As you know I don't normally express emotion
but.. Wah ha ha! That's good!
It's like a thousand angels blessed each of my taste buds!
Guys! What are you doing? Those things have mystic poison!
I clearly wrote "Danger do not eat."
Oh, we didn't fall for that old chestnut.
Selfish Raph trying to keep us from eating
his pizza puffs.
What? Raph doesn't lie.
Oh really?
How about when you tell us training starts an hour earlier
because you know we're always late, mm?
Or when you told Mikey that if he doesn't take out
the trash, a trash monster will eat him his sleep?
I only do that because you guys are irresponsible.
I can't trust you to do simple stuff
like show up for a mission... AND NOT EAT POISON!
What poison? I don't feel anything.
Meat Sweats put a mystic toxin in...
Are you sweating?
Yeah, a little.
But only because my hand is on fire.
See? Right as rain.
Typical overprotective Raph, worried about nothing!
Ah. Ah!
See? It got you too!
What? Just a little case of jelly bones?
I'll be fine.
You know come to think of it, I do have
a bit of an upset stomach.
Maybe I didn't get enough to eat?
Don't eat that.
Oh, yeah, gross, it's been on the floor.
AND IT'S POISON!!!
Uh-huh. Assuming we believe you, color me skeptical,
my goggles will spot any- Whoa! That is a lot of mystic.
Okay, I better analyze this puff,
and see if I can whip up an antidote.
Now you're talking sense.
Or we take one last ride on the flavor train.
Chug a chug a choo choo.
No! That was our last chance to find a cure.
You're gonna have jelly bones forever.
Relax, Raph will fix it.
I'm Raph. See this is the problem.
You guys expect me to solve everything,
but we'll never be a strong team
unless you learn to solve things yourself.
And that starts today.
Now, who's got an idea on how we can track down
Meat Sweats and find an antidote?
- Oh, you mean us? - YES!!!
Okay, fine. You know what?
My super tongue already found a clue.
In that puff I tasted a special flour,
only available at one Swedish bakery. Nyeee!
Great, Raph, check it out. And hurry up,
cause I think my stomach's getting worse.
[growling]
Weren't you listening?
I'm trying to teach you to solve things yourself!
[stomach growling]
Alright, I'll drive.
You sure you want me to do this? I don't feel so hot.
Oh, there we go.
We need to know where Meat Sweats is,
and you're the team's faceman.
Get in there and do what you do best, face.
[groaning]
Hey, buddy, I'm from the...
oh, I don't know, Swedish Chef Awards,
and I'm here to give some kind of golden rolling pin. Nice.
But I just need you to fill out a simple questionnaire.
And, anyway, hey, what's- Where's Rupert Swagger?
Ah, the coveted golden rolling pin.
Sir Rupert's address is written on a note
under that stack of plates.
And if you'd just move them to the sink,
I will retrieve it.
The stack on the right or the left?
Never mind, I'll get both.
What the?
[screaming]
So about that address?
You can take this sweaty apron
that Rupert Swaggert left behind!
What are we gonna do now?
All Leo got out of that chef was this sweaty apron.
[growling]
Calm down, Tummytello, calm down.
Don't worry. Raph's gonna bail us out like he always does.
I'm Raph! And I'm not bailing you out!
These guys are lost without me! Maybe I should help them.
Make them do it themselves. It's the only way they'll learn.
But they're just kids!
And you can make them men!
Hey bud, did you eat one of these puffs?
Tummytello hungry!
What?! You have more of those?!
No. That was the last one.
Okay that was the last one.
Come on, guys, you can do this. Is the apron a clue?
Maybe Donnie could run
some kind of spectroscopic analysis?
Why would I waste my time with fake science
when I could just use the Smell Ya Later!
Meat Sweats is definitely to the east!
(tires screeching) Ah, how fascinating
and varied are the robust scents of New York City!
Oh, oh, no, not the garbage strike!
AHHH!
These smells are upsetting Tummytello! Turn!