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same, tracking the Transmitter Footbot wasnât going to be easy in this crowd of identical black masks.
Then he spotted two glowing red eyes in the back of the shadowy crowd. The Transmitter Footbot!
Thatâs it
, Casey thought.
Color.
He knew what he needed to do. He pulled a homemade graffiti grenade from his belt and bit off the cap. He took careful aim, gave it a shake, and flung the spray- paint can into the cloaked masses.
Casey saw an explosion of gold liquid. Heâd hit it! The Transmitter Footbot was marked with Caseyâs paint!
But there was no time to celebrate. The Transmitter Footbot was getting away!
âNext time, tag it with a
real
grenade!â Raph said with a smirk.
The two unlikely allies took off after their moving target. Side by side.
Meanwhile, back at the lair, the other Turtles had Footbot problems of their own. The pesky robots had infiltrated Donnieâs lab and were threatening to trash everything, from Donnieâs new Turtle-tech prototypes to the contraband Kraang devices theyâd spent months recovering.
Mikey fended off a few Footbots and leaped on top of a rolling toolbox. He pushed off it, using it like a battering ram on wheels. He took out a few bots with finesseâuntil he accidentally crashed into a table of explosive chemicals.
KABOOM!
The purple flash of the explosion illuminated the room.
âStop messinâ around!â Donnie scolded. âYouâll blow us all to Philadelphia!â
Mikey blushed. âSorry, D!â
Casey Jones skated along the train tracks, desperately trying to catch the Transmitter Footbot before it could reach the surface. He looked over his shoulder and saw Raph struggling to keep up. âFaster, man! Move your shell!â
They both heard a rumbling sound. A subway train was barreling toward them, flying like a silver bullet out of the darkness.
Casey started to freak. If they didnât move, theyâd be pancaked for sure!
With the train right at his back, Casey slowed down and dove, tackling Raph. They rolled away from the tracks and down the gravel banks. The wind of the passing train roared around them.
Raph opened his eyes ⦠and saw Casey Jones standing over him. They were safe.
âYou okay?â Casey asked.
Raph breathed a sigh of relief. The kid had saved his life. Maybe he wasnât such a bad guy after all. âYeah, thanks.â
Raph exhaled and then remembered: the Transmitter Footbot!
The shifty bot had scaled the moving subway cars and climbed on top of them, hitching a high-speed ride through the tunnels.
Raph put his issues with Casey aside and shook off whatever pent-up anger he had left. He gave Casey a friendly look, as if to say,
Shall we?
Understanding that Raph would hop a moving train just to smash a robo-ninjaâand was inviting him along for the rideâCasey knew heâd found a new, true friend.
It was time to catch a train.
On top of the speeding train, hot, stinky wind whipped against Caseyâs and Raphâs faces. They spotted the Transmitter Footbot dragging itself from car to car with its four mechanical arms outstretched. The bot stopped and looked back at them.
Battling to stay balanced on the train, Casey and Raph lumbered forward and drew their weapons. Theyâd come this far. They were ready to shut this thing down for good.
But they werenât ready for what happened next: the Transmitter Footbot released its grip from the train-top and let the wind get underneath it. The blast carried the bot straight at Raph and Casey.
They ducked, dodging its airborne chain saws.
The Transmitter Footbot grabbed hold of the top of the train once more, catching itself before it could fly off the back end. It extended its blades and clawed toward them for another attack.
Raph darted out of the way, barely holding on. Casey lurched forward, swinging his hockey stick, but the force of the train caused him to lose his footing.
Raph saw
Then he spotted two glowing red eyes in the back of the shadowy crowd. The Transmitter Footbot!
Thatâs it
, Casey thought.
Color.
He knew what he needed to do. He pulled a homemade graffiti grenade from his belt and bit off the cap. He took careful aim, gave it a shake, and flung the spray- paint can into the cloaked masses.
Casey saw an explosion of gold liquid. Heâd hit it! The Transmitter Footbot was marked with Caseyâs paint!
But there was no time to celebrate. The Transmitter Footbot was getting away!
âNext time, tag it with a
real
grenade!â Raph said with a smirk.
The two unlikely allies took off after their moving target. Side by side.
Meanwhile, back at the lair, the other Turtles had Footbot problems of their own. The pesky robots had infiltrated Donnieâs lab and were threatening to trash everything, from Donnieâs new Turtle-tech prototypes to the contraband Kraang devices theyâd spent months recovering.
Mikey fended off a few Footbots and leaped on top of a rolling toolbox. He pushed off it, using it like a battering ram on wheels. He took out a few bots with finesseâuntil he accidentally crashed into a table of explosive chemicals.
KABOOM!
The purple flash of the explosion illuminated the room.
âStop messinâ around!â Donnie scolded. âYouâll blow us all to Philadelphia!â
Mikey blushed. âSorry, D!â
Casey Jones skated along the train tracks, desperately trying to catch the Transmitter Footbot before it could reach the surface. He looked over his shoulder and saw Raph struggling to keep up. âFaster, man! Move your shell!â
They both heard a rumbling sound. A subway train was barreling toward them, flying like a silver bullet out of the darkness.
Casey started to freak. If they didnât move, theyâd be pancaked for sure!
With the train right at his back, Casey slowed down and dove, tackling Raph. They rolled away from the tracks and down the gravel banks. The wind of the passing train roared around them.
Raph opened his eyes ⦠and saw Casey Jones standing over him. They were safe.
âYou okay?â Casey asked.
Raph breathed a sigh of relief. The kid had saved his life. Maybe he wasnât such a bad guy after all. âYeah, thanks.â
Raph exhaled and then remembered: the Transmitter Footbot!
The shifty bot had scaled the moving subway cars and climbed on top of them, hitching a high-speed ride through the tunnels.
Raph put his issues with Casey aside and shook off whatever pent-up anger he had left. He gave Casey a friendly look, as if to say,
Shall we?
Understanding that Raph would hop a moving train just to smash a robo-ninjaâand was inviting him along for the rideâCasey knew heâd found a new, true friend.
It was time to catch a train.
On top of the speeding train, hot, stinky wind whipped against Caseyâs and Raphâs faces. They spotted the Transmitter Footbot dragging itself from car to car with its four mechanical arms outstretched. The bot stopped and looked back at them.
Battling to stay balanced on the train, Casey and Raph lumbered forward and drew their weapons. Theyâd come this far. They were ready to shut this thing down for good.
But they werenât ready for what happened next: the Transmitter Footbot released its grip from the train-top and let the wind get underneath it. The blast carried the bot straight at Raph and Casey.
They ducked, dodging its airborne chain saws.
The Transmitter Footbot grabbed hold of the top of the train once more, catching itself before it could fly off the back end. It extended its blades and clawed toward them for another attack.
Raph darted out of the way, barely holding on. Casey lurched forward, swinging his hockey stick, but the force of the train caused him to lose his footing.
Raph saw
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