01x06 - Too Hot to Handle

[bunniefuu]

You guys here for
the safe-cracking job?

take a number.

so, what's the story about

This guy?

he's shelling out a cool

Million to bust open a safe.

That's all anybody needs to

Know.

p'andor: Next!

so, where's the safe that

Needs cracking?

p'andor: You're looking at

It.

o-kay.

[ electronic crackling ]

[ zapping ]

What is this made of?!

p'andor: Next!

this should be fun.

[ laughing maniacally ]

[ metal scraping ]

[ metal clattering ]

I've got another blade right

Here.

p'andor: Next!

aaaaaaaaaah!

[ metal clanging ]

[ breathing heavily ]

p'andor: Next!

I said, "next!"

[ footsteps approaching ]

kevin: Sorry. Am I late?

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p'andor: I didn't realize

There was an osmosian on this

Planet or a supply of taedenite.

kevin: You guys might want to

Move back.

[ taedenite scraping ]

[ grunts ]

That's $ million cash, right?

[ beeping rapidly ]

Radiation?

What do you got in there, big

Guy?

p'andor: Don't ask questions.

Just open it.

kevin: Don't think so -- not

Until you tell me what's going

On here.

p'andor: You open up this

Suit, and I pay you.

That's all you need to know.

kevin: That's not how I do

Business.

Gentlemen.

p'andor: $ , to whoever

Stops him!

[ laughs maniacally ]

kevin: [ grunts ]

aah!

aah!

kevin: Wasting your time,

Fellas.

Nothing's harder than taedenite.

[ grunts ]

[ grunts ]

Unh!

do I still get the grand

If I bring him back in pieces?

p'andor: Let him go.

I have everything I need.

gwen: Any sign of our alien

Fugitives?

ben: Nothing.

I'm starting to wonder about

Jimmy's alien-sighting tip.

gwen: Because -year-old

Internet fan geeks are known for

Their scrupulous fact checking?

ben: Jimmy's usually right,

Though.

Maybe kevin had better luck.

gwen: We should've heard from

Him by now.

It's not like him not to call.

ben: What do you mean?

It's totally like him not to

Call.

gwen: I mean not to call me.

ben: Oh.

[ tires screeching ]

kevin: I found one of our

Missing aliens.

This one's hot -- really hot.

ben: P'andor?

kevin: Yep.

And whatever he is inside that

Armor, we do not want to let him

Out.

gwen: So, how can we help

Him?

kevin: Help him?

I'm gonna go back there and put

A b*ating on him.

You guys in or what?

gwen: We're supposed to be

Rescuing the escaped aliens,

Not attacking them.

kevin: Fine.

Rescue what's left after I pound

Him.

ben: I hate to take sides,

But kevin's right.

gwen: He is?

kevin: I am?

ben: Well, half right.

We need to go back there to

Investigate.

kevin: Fine.

We'll investigate.

Then we'll pound him.

gwen: I'm not picking up any

Radiation.

You sure this is the right

Place?

kevin: Yeah, and we need to

Find p'andor fast before he

Escapes from that armor.

ben: I thought nothing could

Penetrate it.

kevin: Except the taedenite

Sample I might've accidently

Left behind.

ben: Why were you searching

For alien fugitives with a

Taedenite sample?

kevin: I might not have

Exactly been searching for

Aliens.

I mean, I was at first.

Then I heard a rumor about a guy

Offering big money to bust open

A...

Difficult thing to bust open.

ben: And so you thought you'd

Pick up some extra cash by

Irradiating an entire city?

kevin: I didn't open it, did

I?

ben: No.

You just left behind the one

Thing he needed to do it

Himself.

And now we have no idea where to

Find him.

gwen: Yes, we do.

Whoever touched this case last,

He's close.

[ drill whirring ]

whoa, shut it off -- now!

Did we just strike uranium?

Radiation levels are spiking

Like crazy!

We need to clear out of here

Right --

[ expl*si*n ]

step away from the drill!

I'd hate to mess up my nice, new

Buzz saw!

[ indistinct shouting ]

p'andor: Out of our way!

humongousaur: Road's closed,

Losers.

aaaaaaaaaaah!

humongousaur: Ow!

[ groans ]

[ shouts ]

Unh!

Unh!

humongousaur: I'd like a word

With your boss.

kevin: I want that taedenite

Back!

Unh!

gwen: We should try talking

Before we start hitting.

kevin: [ grunts ]

It works better for me the other

Way around.

gwen: It's all right.

We know you're on the run from

Aggregor.

We've already helped two of your

Friends.

We're not here to hurt you.

We just want to help you get

Home.

p'andor: If you really want

To help, then free me from this

Armor.

I am starving inside this

Prison!

[ warbling ]

kevin: Don't!

gwen: Unh!

What are you doing?!

kevin: I'm telling you, you

Do not want to bust that thing

Open.

gwen: Busting things is your

Job.

I was just trying to read the

Armor -- figure out how it

Works.

[ warbling ]

Unh!

kevin: What did you do to

Her?!

[ metal clanging ]

Aah!

Unh!

unh!

humongousaur: Enough of this!

Time to go ultimate!

[ beeping ]

ultimate humongousaur:

Ultimate humongousaur!

You mess with my friends, you

Mess with...

Uh-oh.

kevin: Ow!

ultimate humongousaur: Sorry.

kevin: I totally forgive you.

Anybody can make a mistake.

gwen: Like leaving the

Taedenite behind?

kevin: For instance.

ultimate humongousaur:

P'andor got away with the drill!

gwen: Only because you guys

Have been thinking with your

Fists instead of your brains.

kevin: Well, what were you

Thinking when you tried to help

That guy?

gwen: I'm thinking he's

Scared, on the run from

Aggregor, and probably starving

To death.

Wouldn't you be desperate to get

Out of that armor?

kevin: So, desperation makes

Him trustworthy?

gwen: No.

He'll never trust us if we keep

Attacking him.

kevin: Ever think maybe he's

Sealed inside that armor for a

Reason?

ultimate humongousaur: Guys,

I'm getting a cramp here!

kevin: He's radioactive.

If we let him out of that suit,

He'll k*ll everybody who comes

Near him.

gwen: So we let him starve to

Death?

That's cold, even for you.

kevin: Not cold -- sensible.

You're the one who's not

Thinking strai-- aah!

You did that on purpose!

gwen: I lost my

Concentration.

kevin: That's it!

I'm out of here!

[ metal scraping ]

p'andor: At last!

[ metal clattering ]

[ sizzling ]

we're gonna need another

Drill.

p'andor: No.

We need the osmosian.

[ tires screech ]

[ shouts ]

kevin: Just what I needed.

[ tires screech ]

[ tires screech ]

[ saw whirring ]

kevin: [ groans ]

let's open him up and see

What's inside.

wait. We need him alive.

This operation requires

Precision and accuracy.

kevin: [ groans ]

[ footsteps approaching ]

p'andor: Time to finish the

Job you started, osmosian.

kevin: How stupid do you

Think I am?

stupid enough to get caught.

stupid enough to pass up a

Million bucks.

stupid enough to take us on.

come on, you lousy freak!

what, are you afraid?

your little girlfriend would

Put up more of a fight.

kevin: [ shouts ]

[ shouts ]

p'andor: Also...

You're stupid enough to do that.

Free!

p'andor: At last, no longer

Bound by the shackles of that

Armor!

[ tires screech ]

gwen: Kevin, are you all

Right?

kevin: Thought you were mad

At me.

ben: More like afraid you'd

Do something stupid.

kevin: Good call.

ben: Nothing I can't handle!

[ beep ]

uncataloged dna detected.

ben: Not now.

gwen: He's just celebrating.

He hasn't done anything.

p'andor: [ grunts ]

[ electricity crackling ]

[ beeping rapidly ]

gwen: Your natural form is

Harmful to humans.

We can arrange a ride home for

You.

p'andor: Now, why would I

Ever go home?

This planet is like an

All-you-can-eat buffet.

Aah!

unknown dna sample acquired.

Scan complete.

p'andor: Your w*apon cannot

Hurt me.

gwen: It's not a weap--

ben: Gwen!

jetray: Jetray!

kevin: Gwen!

gwen: [ moans ]

kevin: Gwen...

Oh, man, don't ever do that.

jetray: Whoa.

P'andor, you can't stay on

Earth.

Your radiation will eventually

k*ll us!

p'andor: I appreciate the

Snack, aerophibian.

jetray: Unh!

p'andor: But I sense a full

Meal nearby.

this mean we're not getting

Paid?!

[ all shout ]

[ groans ]

That's a "no."

[ rocks clatter ]

gwen: Go ahead -- say, "I

Told you so."

kevin: Forget it.

You're almost always right, and

You never call me on it.

I do have a plan, though.

jetray: So, how do you stop

An alien you can't even touch?

What would gwen do?

Make friends with him.

That's stupid.

Or maybe not!

He's already got friends on

Earth.

[ beep ]

p'andor!

It's me.

p'andor: Bivalvan?

I thought you already found a

Way home.

this planet's a waste of

Time.

Take some advice from a friend

And go home.

p'andor: This does not

Concern you.

I can't let you stay here.

p'andor: It's not up to you.

Unh!

[ steam hissing ]

[ glass shatters ]

[ alarm blaring ]

[ indistinct shouting ]

[ monitor beeping ]

ben: Maybe not the best

Strategy.

p'andor: Yes...

Sweet, pure energy!

[ beeping rapidly ]

ben: Radiation level's off

The scale.

Better cool this guy down.

[ beep ]

big chill: Big chill!

p'andor: You dare interrupt

My meal?!

big chill: I can't touch you.

You can't touch me.

Oh, man!

kevin: Get the armor back on

Him!

gwen: Easier said than done.

[ whirring ]

both: Aah!

kevin: Unh!

p'andor: Aah!

Aah!

[ groans ]

kevin: If this stuff can hold

You, I'm betting it can touch

You.

p'andor: Unh!

[ rocks clattering ]

[ metal creaks ]

I need...

To refuel.

Now I must feed off the source.

[ grunts ]

[ radiation crackling ]

[ beeping rapidly ]

[ crackling continues ]

kevin: Forget it, gwen.

Radiation level's in the red.

Get out now!

gwen: I can do this!

kevin: I know you can, but

You're not protected like me and

Ben.

gwen: But...

kevin: Think with your

Brains, not your fists.

That's my job.

gwen: Okay.

[ crackling continues ]

[ ice clattering ]

[ steam hissing ]

p'andor: Not a meal -- a

Feast!

[ metal clatters ]

[ steam hisses ]

kevin: Ugh!

gwen: Guys, you can't fight

P'andor!

He just fed on the uranium

Core!

He's a living nuclear reactor!

big chill: So, what do we do?

gwen: Kevin, you see those

Carbon rods?

They absorb excess neutrons and

Control the rate of the nuclear

Reaction.

kevin: On it.

[ grunts ]

p'andor: Unh!

kevin: Unh!

p'andor: [ grunts ]

[ electricity zapping ]

kevin: Unh!

p'andor: [ grunting ]

Stop!

[ whirring ]

kevin: I can't hold him!

big chill: I know who can.

p'andor: Ohh!

Cannonbolt: Cannonbolt!

kevin: [ grunts ]

cannonbolt: Maybe I've got

Something that'll work better!

[ beeping ]

ultimate cannonbolt: Ultimate

Cannonbolt!

kevin: How'd you know I'd be

Able to absorb the armor and

Morph it around p'andor?

ultimate cannonbolt: Is that

What you did?

p'andor: [ grunting ]

kevin: Don't worry about him.

I made some alterations to his

Suit.

[ metal creaking ]

we'll make sure he's deported

Back to his home planet.

[ air whooshes ]

ben: That leaves two of

Aggregor's former captives at

Large.

gwen: Hopefully, they'll be a

Little more cooperative than

P'andor.

[ alarm blaring ]

[ blaring continues ]

[ both shout ]

[ metal pings ]

[ air rushes ]

aggregor: Did you really

Think you could escape from me?

p'andor: Aggregor!