Mikey raised a hand. "Can we pirate the menu screen? Just the menu screen?"

Finally, they reached the core: a giant, spinning loading icon. Inside it, the Shredder laughed, his voice a low-quality MP3. "You cannot stop the stream, turtles! I have copyright on the very concept of 'now'!"

"Splinter… Prime?" Donnie gasped.

They had no choice. Donnie jacked the pizza-USB into his laptop. The world dissolved into pixels.

Leo held up a hand. The air grew thick. A familiar, rotten-sweet smell of ozone and old pizza drifted through the tunnel. A shimmering portal ripped open, and out stepped the newest, strangest ally: a glitching, low-resolution version of their own father.