- So you knew Big Mama back in the day?
- We were just friends!
I mean, it will all be fine.
(Splinter laughs nervously)
Just rat up and see her.
How bad could it be?
Okay, super awful, but come on!
Tuck in your tail and let's go!
(Leo clears throat)
- Two to see Big Mama.
We're totally on her schedule.
Sweet whisker mustache, BTW.
Makes you look young.
Or old, whichever you're going for.
- Two chatted-up mutants here for ya, ma'am.
A rat and one of them bleedin' turtles.
- [Big Mama] Tell them to shove off.
- Mh-mm.
She says to, "Shove off."
- Fine.
Tell her her snuggle muffin beefcake is here.
- Uh, how do you know Big Mama again?
(Splinter grunts)
- In addition to being a crime boss,
Big Mama is also
kind of my ex.
(clock ticks)
- What?!
- Believe me, I rue the day those eight legs
walked into my life.
I met her in human form on the set of,
"Crouching Shrimp Hidden Tiger Prawn".
Hot soup!
She was the teamster who drove my trailer.
It was love at first tire rotation.
Oh, what a whirlwind.
We hit all the disco techs.
Exercise techs, Philly Cheese Steak techs,
Petting Zoo techs.
Big Mama and I were inseparable.
Then, one night at dinner on the green,
I was going to ask her to marry me.
But instead of accepting my proposal,
she revealed she was a giant spider,
kidnapped me to the Hidden City,
and forced me to fight in the Battle Nexus.
(Splinter grunts)
Not really the response I was looking for.
In hindsight, I may have missed a few clues.
(Splinter sighs)
I do miss her pre-kidnapping times.
I mean, how could anyone stay mad at those eyes?
That smile.
And those--
- No, no, no, no more lovey and or dovey talk.
- Hey, rat!
Big Mama's got a message for you two.
- Probably her long-overdue apology.
Whoa!
(both yell)
(upbeat music)
(monster screams)
(fighter crashes)
(crowd roars)
(monster yells)
(fan cheers)
- The Battle Nexus?
Okay, no biggie.
We've got this.
Trust me.
- I do not!
You don't know Big Mama like I do.
She's ruthless! (elevator dings)
- Snuggle muffin beefcake?
Where did you hear that naughty little nickname, rat man?
(Splinter growls)
(Splinter grunts)
- From you, as we tangoed the night away,
my sassy sugar badger
- It is you!
And more fetching than ever, my fuzzy cuddleupigus.
- I did not come for the trip down kidnapping lane.
The Shredder Beast is about to lay waist to New York!
- Well let's have a look see.
(monster growls)
Ooh, what a brutey Behemoth.
By the look of it, his quantum energy is in flux.
If I had to guess, I would say your raging beast
is not tethered to this dimension.
In other words, he's fizzy flopping
back and forth, my huggy poo.
- I assume you have something to contain him?
- I do have a splendiferous mystic bubble
that you can have.
For a price.
- And there it is.
Always has to be something in it for her.
- Prickly Petey losing his charm?
- Hey, hey, hey, water under the bridge.
Big Mama, Bubby, let's talk Shredder.
He's bad for us, bad for New York,
bad for your Yokai business in New York.
So, if you got a solution, let's make a deal.
- Blue, don't!
Nobody ever outsmarts her!
- Relax.
I got this.
You know, I don't hear a lot of cheering.
Business is not booming.
What you need is a headliner.
Someone to put butts in seats.
Someone to take on your new champ.
Someone like your old champ in new form: Ratjitzu!
- What?
- Okay fine, let me sweeten the deal.
- But she didn't even say no to your first deal yet!
- And Ratjitzu is going to be fighting
with no weapons.
- But that beast has rat-crushing tentacles!
- We have a deal.
(glass shatters) - What?!
No!
- Yes!
Ah, I'm not sure how this works.
Which hand do I shake?