04x02 - Divided We Stand

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The time has come.
Soon I, Dr. aloysius animo, will
bring about a new world order.

And they thought they could lock
me up forever.


You're not going anywhere,
Dr. freak-a-mo.

Both:
Ignore them, my pet, for you

have been exceedingly loyal,
bringing the components I need
one piece at a time.

And now for your reward.

What was that?!
Huh?!
Aah!

Put us down!
With pleasure!

Both: Aaaaaaaaaah!

And the first thing I plan to
do is visit that snot-nosed
brat...Ben Tennyson.

¶ It started when an alien
device did what it did ¶
¶ and stuck itself upon his

wrist with secrets that it hid ¶
¶ now he's got superpowers
¶ he's no ordinary kid

¶ he's Ben
¶ Ben
¶ so, if you see him, you

might be in for a big surprise ¶
¶ he'll turn into an alien
before your very eyes ¶

¶ he's slimy, creepy, fast, and
strong ¶
¶ he's every shape and size

¶ he's Ben
¶ Ben
¶ armed with powers, he's on

the case ¶
¶ fighting off evil from earth
or space ¶

¶ he'll never stop till he makes
them pay ¶
¶ 'cause he's the baddest kid to

ever save the day ¶
¶ Ben
¶ Ben

Gwen: Ahh.

It's so nice to finally get a

little peace and quiet so I can

catch up on my summer reading.

Max: Although I can't help

feeling it's a little too quiet.

Both: Where's Ben?

Ripjaws: Hey!

Where's everybody going?

Surf's up, dudes.

Ben: What?
Come on.
I was just having some fun.

Max: So were we.
Gwen: Only somehow we managed
to have fun without frightening

innocent people half to death.
Ben: Yeah, well, if I wanted
to read books and build science

projects, I'd have signed up for
dumb summer school.

Max: Ugh.

Ben: Done fixing that thing,
grandpa?
Max: I was.

Ben: Yo, Gwen! Think fast!
Gwen: Ugh!
Ughh!

Ben: Come on!
Fling it back.
You need the exercise.

Gwen: And you need to
exercise some self-control.
How would you like it if someone

did that to you?
Ugh!
Ben: I don't know.

It would have to be someone who
doesn't throw like a girl.
Ugh! Hey!

What is wrong with you people?
Doesn't anybody around here know
how to have some fun?

Ugh!
Aaaah!
Gwen:

Ben: Not funny!
Gwen: You're right.

It's hilarious!
Ben: Ehhhh!
Echhhhhhhhh!

Ehhhh!

Hmm.
Ehh, even the stupid birds on
this beach don't know how to

have fun.
That's more like it.

Aah!

Ready for a little air-to-air
combat?

Going stinkfly.

Another alien?
Okay.
So, let's see what you can do.

Ugh!

I guess you're not strong.
Aah!

Hey! Whoa, whoa! Ow!
Or fast.
Let...Go...Of...

Us?
Cool!
Hey, come on! Ow!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Not so fast, birdbrain.

Max:
Now what's Ben up to?

Gwen: Is that Ben...And Ben?
What alien or aliens has he
turned into now?

Max: Looks like he could use
a hand.
Okay, come on!

Ow, ow, ow!
Come on!
Cut it out!

Gwen: Eerie expectorium!

Ow, ow, ow!
Ow! You're pinching my ankle!
Ow!

I felt that, too!
Well, let's see if you feel
this!

Missing something?

Both:

Oh! Aaah!
Whoa!
Are you thinking what I'm

thinking?

That's right, Turkey.
Nobody messes with...
Both: Ditto!

Gwen: Good one, doofuses.
Now we'll never know where that
thing came from.

Max: I've got a pretty good
hunch it's the work of our old
Nemesis -- Dr. animo.

Gwen:
Guess that's the end of our fun
day at the beach.

Yeah, well, maybe your fun's
over...
But my fun is just starting!

Ben: As soon as the watch
recharges.

Whoo-hoo!

Gwen: The only thing more
obnoxious than one
Ben Tennyson alien is two of

them.


Max: Benjamin Tennysons...
Okay, we're sorry.

Yeah.
We won't bother Gwen anymore.
Gwen: Ooh!

Well, we didn't say anything
about him.

Or him!
Play you guys some
two-on-two?

"T." You fouled me.
Did not.
Liar! I felt it, too!

How can I foul you, nimrod?
We're on the same team.
No, you're not.

I'm on your team.
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.
So, who's on my team?

Oh!
I am, dipstick.
Now, get the ball.

No! You get it!
Hey, break it up!
Fine. I'll get the ball.

Animo?
Oh!
Tennyson. Hmm.

It seems that watch of yours is
just chock-full of new alien
DNA.

And I'll enjoy extracting all of
it from you...
As painfully as possible.

Cheater!
I know you are.
But what am I?

Oh!
Oww!
All: Oh, oh, oh, ow, ow, oh!

Gwen:
Having fun yet?
All: It's not funny!

Gwen: You're right.
It's three times funnier.
All: Ow, ow, ow, oh, oh, oh!

Max: Wait.
Weren't there four of you?
All: Ow, oh, oh!


Max: We've got trouble...
With a capital "a" for animo.

And unless I miss my guess, he's
got your missing ditto in the
cocoon.

All: This is your fault!

Gwen: Um, shouldn't you be
turning back into Ben right
about now?

Max: Something must be
blocking the DNA transformation
process.

Gwen: Maybe all the dittos
have to be together before he
can become Ben again.

All: We got to get back
the other me!
Gwen: Huh.

This could take a while.


Careful, my pet.
We don't want to damage our

prize.
Aah!

What's the matter,
buzzard beak?!
Scared I'll pluck out some more

feathers?
No!
We need the specimen alive.

With your DNA, the things I'll
create will make these creatures
look like single-cell amoebas!

Hey!
All: Aah!
You just feel that zap?

The other me is in trouble!
But if something happens to
him...

What happens to us?!
Can't you go any faster?!
No backseat drivers!

Driver? No way.
It's better than I ever
imagined.

With a single strand of your
alien DNA, I can extrapolate the
genetic code for your entire

arsenal of alien creatures.

I thought I told you not to
damage the specimen!

Truly amazing.
Limitless cloning capabilities.
Can't this go any faster?

Max: Good thing we have a few
extra hands on deck.
Now, head for that oil tanker.

It's the only thing offshore.

Oh!
Ow!
Cut it out, dweeb!

You're the dweeb.
Am not!
Are too!

Oh, man!
What is with those two?
They're making me nuts!

Gwen: That's because they're
all you.

Too scared to fight me?
Are you a seagull or
a great...Big...Chicken?

Whoo-hoo! Thanks, birdbrain!

All: He's close.
I can feel it.

Not again!
Wha-ha-ha! Hoo-ha!

All: Aaaaaah!

Ben:
Whoa. I'm me again.

Aah!

Ben:
As soon as my watch recharges,
you are so fried!

Aaah!
Gwen: Vadera expectorium
perpetuon!

And you thought reading books
was a waste of time.
Ben: Okay, so maybe you're

not as boring as I thought.

Ben: Hey, grandpa.
Take a lesson in double-teaming
from the experts.

Max: Now, that's what I call
teamwork.

Gwen: Uh-oh!
Ben: I'm on it.

Upgrade: Upgrade? Oh, man!
I wanted to go ditto.


Ben:

Aah!
Okay, this is starting to hurt!
Gwen: Skadiggeteth metalarka!


Max: Pull yourself together
and give us a hand.

Upgrade: Ugh.
Working on it.
Gwen: Work faster!

Atherius expectorium perpetua!

Upgrade: This fast enough for
you?

Ben: Aaaaah!
Ugh!
That was fast.

Going ditto took a lot out of
the watch.

He is not the only one that
took a lot out of your watch!

You see, I have already
incorporated its power into my
own transmutation technology.

Now I will lead this planet in a
glorious new phase of evolution!
Ben: Oh, yeah?

You and what army?
This one!

And this is merely the
beginning.
Soon I will replicate all of

your aliens and populate the
earth with a whole new variety
of species.

But, first, a show of strength
to silence those who would dare
oppose me.

And I think leveling a
beach town or two will get my
point across.

Max: We have to stop him
before he wipes out the whole
coastline.

Gwen: There's too many of
them.
Ben: Then let's make some

more of us.
Yes! We're in the green!

It's about time this thing
started working the way I wanted

it to.
Gwen: Haven't you guys done
enough damage?

No...
Both: Way!

Now!

All: It's all for one and one
for all!

Gwen: Remember on the beach
when one of you stubbed your
toe?

You all felt the same thing.
Both: We still do.
Max: So if we destroy just

one of those stinkfly copies...
Both: It'll be like
destroying them all!

Now, which stinkfly do we
att*ck?
Gwen: It doesn't matter.

Just pick one!

Ugh!
What's going on?
You!

Both: Your ride's over.
Aaaaaah!

No. No!
Okay.
Time for a little...

All: One-on-one.

Make that one-on-none!

Gwen: You think he'll stay in
prison this time, grandpa?
Max: Even if he does escape,

I deleted all his computer
files.
So he won't be replicating any

more omnitrix DNA.
Ben: Neither will I for a
while.

I'm all dittoed out.
From now on, we can have fun
your way, guys.

Gwen: Okay.
Race you to the beach!
Atherius expectorium perpetua!

Max: You're on.
Ben: Hey. Hey, guys!
Wait for me!

No fair!
Aw, man.
Where's stinkfly when you need

him?
Door accelerate.
Guys. Whoa.