(In a manhole with Michelangelo)
Donatello: Wow Antie Irma, you got your head on upsidedown.
Raphael: What a neat trick! How do you do that?
Irma: It's better that you don't know. (Traffic surrounds Irma.)
April: Donatello, THINK! About your invention. Do you have an antidote?
Donatello: An antie-dote? Uh, no. But your the only Antie I got! (Hugs April)