Leonardo keeps observing the Kraangitized humans through his telescope. "It looks like the Kraang have human hybrids on those three islands," he comments, switching his scope to each of them as he speaks.

"Those islands are huge, man," Raphael groans. "I mean, how are we gonna turn all those mutants back into people?"

"You forget, Raph. We just need to find a massive amount of mutagen and convert it into retro-mutagen with this," Donatello reminds him, showing off the vial of Michelangelo's orange super-mutagen.

"Oh, is that all? A massive amount of mutagen? Let me just milk a few thousand Kraang worms!" Raphael's eyes blaze as he flicks Donatello's forehead.

"I bet that thing has a ton of mutagen inside of it!" Michelangelo calls, pointing into the sky at a looming technodrome.

"A technodrome? Mikey—" Leonardo starts.

"Don't say it. I know. I'm a genius," the other interrupts.

"I was gonna say you're crazy!"

"Oh, sorry!"

"Steal a technodrome?!" Leonardo repeats.

"And how would we even get there? The blimp's a wreck," Raphael points out.

"Or we could borrow one of those stealth ships parked over there," Donatello mentions, pointing over his shoulder at a bunch of said ships. "Just saying."

"This is so crazy, I'm starting to like this plan," Raphael mumbles.

"Me too," Destiny whispers. Her tail starts to wag.

"All right, guys. Stay frosty, and keep quiet, and all those other Leo-isms Leo likes to say," Michelangelo says.

Leonardo sighs heavily as both Donatello and Raphael laugh. The blue-masked turtle looks at Destiny to find that she's got one hand clapped rather tightly over her mouth, her tail wagging rapidly.

"Aw, you too?" he whines. She nods, her shoulders quivering as she squeezes her eyes shut. It's obvious that she's smiling behind her hand. He huffs. "Let's just get going..."

He races to the edge of the island and jumps. Instead of plummeting off the edge, he flies upwards to the island that they're aiming for. Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo follow without question while Destiny hesitates a bit. She eyes the drop, then the turtles, and sucks in a heavy breath before jumping.

"Okay team, when I give the signal—" Leonardo says as she touches down next to them.

"It'll be this!" Michelangelo blurts. He folds his arms into chicken wings and bounces. "Caw caw! Caw caw!" He grins. "And then we sneak inside the ship."

The others stare at him, unable to find proper words. A familiar, purple-haired, flying robot appears behind them and Michelangelo's smile fades instantly as he turns around.

"That sounds like a great idea!" a male voice sounds from "Irma's" mouth.

"Not this guy again," Donatello groans.

"I still don't understand how Irma became a Kraang," Destiny says to Raphael.

The red-masked turtle smirks a little. "You really missed a lot, huh?"

"That's right, mutant freaks!" the alien shouts. It lands, extending into the full Kraang Subprime body. "Kraang Subprime returns!" he cries, starting to flex his tentacles. "You like that, don't ya? Do you like this? Huh! Yeah, you like that."

He flexes twice more, weird oval shaped muscles appearing midway down his bubblegum pink tentacles. Destiny makes a retching noise and turns her face towards Leonardo's arm, eyes wide and focused.

"Um, Des? What are you—" Leonardo starts.

"I need to cleanse my mind with some good looking muscles. Don't mind me," she mutters.

He smirks despite the pink in his cheeks and his biceps flex, making her sigh and rest her forehead against his shoulder. He pats the top of her head.

"You're so weird sometimes, Des," Raphael comments, rolling his eyes.

She shrugs as she straightens up. "Yeah, what else is new?" She arches an eyebrow. "And come on, that was gross. You guys have way better muscles than he could ever wish to have." Donatello laughs a little at that, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Come quietly or I vaporize you!" Kraang Subprime shrieks, trying to get their attention back. Three Kraang crystals go whipping past his face, courtesy of Michelangelo, but he dodges each one. "Ha! You missed!" he calls. Michelangelo smirks and Subprime looks at his feet, where a few broken crystals lay. "Huh?"

Michelangelo lets out a high-pitched scream. The crystals explode, sending Kraang Subprime off the island in an explosion of purple smoke. Grins break across the faces of everyone else.

"You did it, little brother!" Raphael praises.

"That's cause I'm suh-suh-suh-sweet!" Michelangelo whoops.

"Guys, we've got a stealth ship to steal. Let's go," Leonardo orders.

They race to the nearest Kraang stealth ship and clamber inside. Donatello wanders over to the control panel, tapping a few keys tentatively.

"Get this baby moving, D!" Michelangelo says.

"I'm starting it. I'm starting it!" the purple-masked turtle responds, his voice gaining pitch with every word.

"So you really know how to fly this thing?" Leonardo asks, eyes wide.

"Um, sort of. I kinda did it before," Donatello says with fake confidence as he continues typing. He hunches his shoulders. "Not exactly."

"Just get this bird in the air already!" Raphael groans.

The ship lurches forwards and smacks into the nearby wall.

"Donnie!" Destiny cries, gripping tightly to anything that she can as the ship wobbles.

"I got this, D!" Michelangelo shouts, shoving Donnie out of the way and starting to smack at the keyboard.

In an instant, the ship lifts into the air, smooth as butter. They fly through the air, focused on the pink sky ahead, and the teens eventually go back into feeling anxious.

"So what are we gonna do when we reach that technodrome, huh? Anyone thought that far ahead?" Raphael asks.

"Um, not really," Donatello whispers.

"Uh, guys. I think we've got bigger, badder problems," Leonardo says, an air of panic in his tone as he stares out the front window "Look!"

He points as a metallic two-headed dragon appears in their line of sight, crackling electricity coming from both of its jaws. Destiny's fur stands on end and she backs up, suddenly feeling very trapped.

"Mikey?" Raphael squeaks.

"I've never seen that thing before," Michelangelo responds, his pupils dilating.

"Oh great. We're screwed unless you can fly away from it!" Destiny groans and rakes her claws through her hair.

"Good idea!" the orange-masked turtle says, shifting gears. "Brace yourselves!"

"Wait, I didn't mean—" Destiny starts.

The ship kicks it into high gear and the wolf girl doesn't say anything else. They go zipping around, avoiding the dragon's electric shocks, weaving around like a drunken seagull beneath Michelangelo's deft hands. Every turtle or wolf lets out little noises of shock or surprise with each sudden movement. The dragon keeps hot on their tails.

Michelangelo straightens up as he takes note of the Kraang-like forest up ahead, their path covered with long silver trunks.

"Strap your shells on tight, bros!" the youngest turtle orders.

He goes soaring into the trees, twisting and turning almost effortlessly as the ship narrowly avoids every branch that comes along. The dragon roars in frustration at its path being blocked.

"Booyakasha!" Michelangelo whoops as they burst out of the maze of trees.

The feeling is short lived, seeing as the dragon reappears behind them within a few seconds. Raphael and Leonardo start backseat driving for their brother.

"Left! Go left!" Raphael shouts. The ship swerves left.

"No, go right! Right!" Leonardo argues. The ship swerves right.

"Look out!" Donatello shrieks as the technodrome looms before them.

Destiny flattens herself against the walls, stomach twisting and lurching as she digs her nails into the metal surfaces in a vain attempt to keep herself in place. Screams ring in the space as the ship goes crashing into the side of the technodrome with a puff of smoke.