03x04 - Vilgax Must Croak

[bunniefuu]

We're in position for final
approach, warden K'dak.

Hold on, Plumber.
We've been evacuating this

prison for a week.
Last convoy's leaving now ...

then Incarcecon is all yours.

Ben: I don't see why we have to empty
out a whole prison for just one guy.

Max: Ben, you of all people
should know that we can't trust

your guest around anybody else.
- Rook: He has been quite resourceful.

Ben: Yeah, except for the
hundred times I've beaten him.

Max: After you and your
security team lock him up and

leave, the whole sector will be
off-limits to space traffic.

Everything will be automated,
down to the food synthesizers.

He'll be in total
solitary confinement ...

no one around for him to
bribe, blackmail, or b*at up.

Vilgax: Am I supposed to be
flattered by all this?

Ben: Believe me, Vilgax, I
don't like it any more than you do.

Vilgax: And believe me,
Tennyson, once I am free of this

encumbrance, you'll like it even less.

Ben: [ yawns ]

♪ Ben ♪

♪ he's a kid,
and he wants to have fun ♪

♪ but when you need a superhero,
he gets the job done ♪

♪ Ben ♪

♪ with a device that he wears on his arm ♪

♪ he can change his shape and
save the world from harm ♪

♪ when trouble's taking place ♪
♪ he gets right in its face ♪

♪ Ben ♪

♪ when lives are on the line ♪
♪ it's hero time ♪

♪ Ben ♪

Rook: Initiating
docking procedure... now.

Max: Remember, once you cross
into the prison's blackout field,

all communication is blocked, so if
you're in trouble, you'll be on your own.

Ben: No sweat. We'll drop off
squidface and be on our way in no time.

[ dialing, ringing ]

Attea: All hail Lord emperor
Milleous, light of the Incursian empire,

destroyer of entire galaxies, all
living creatures tremble in your ...

Milleous: Daughter of mine, you
cannot hail me every time you're bored.

Attea: What'cha doing, daddy?

Milleous: You know
exactly what I'm doing.

I just surrounded Vilgaxia and
demanded their surrender.

Can we talk later?

Attea: Boiling oceans, razing
cities, laying waste to billions.

I wish I could be there.
- Milleous: Kids today.

You don't think strategical.
These Vilgaxians are tough ...

nearly as tough as us Incursians
... which means, as long as

their leader's around, he poses
a disincentive to giving up.

Attea: So?

Milleous: So, first thing we
do is demoralize 'em.

And how do we do that?

Attea: By getting rid of Vilgax,
which is why you sent me to Incarcecon.

Milleous: And with him out of the
picture, their whole system falls apart.

Now, if you don't mind, I have
to broadcast another ultimatum.

[ clears throat ]

Attention Vilgaxian scum...

Attea: Sixsix, Sevenseven,
Eighteight ... you heard the man.

Bring me the head of
Vilgax the conqueror!

[ speaking native language ]

Attea: Don't be familiar.

You will address me as General
or highest Commander.

Ben: Whoa!

[ alarm blaring ]

Rook: Charging deflectors!
- Ben: Will that take long?!

Rook: Unfortunately, yes.

[ beeping ]

Ben: [ groans ]

Rook, you okay?
- Rook: [ groans ] Yes.

But I damaged the transport
during the landing.

Ben: Yeah. Not our priority.

Everybody in one piece?

Hobble: Well, since you asked,
I may have bruised my ...

Ben: Good. Now we all have to
get off this ship, Vilgax included.

Vilgax: [ groans ]

I'm free! I'm ...

[ humming ]

Ben: Not.
And if you do try to escape,

those shock manacles will
give you a little reminder.

Now, everybody, hold
your breath. And then...

jump.

[ both scream ]

Vilgax: Get off of me, you insect!

Ben: [ grunting ]

I am tired of you!

[ grunting ]

Vilgax: Unh!
- Unh!

Rook: Ben!
Calm down, Ben!

Ben: Why should I ?!
He set us up!

Vilgax: [ scoffs ]

I had nothing to do with that att*ck.

Ben: Yeah, right!
Pull the other tentacle!

Vilgax: Look, use your
tiny brain. If they'd destroyed

the ship, I would have
perished with the rest of you!

Hobble: He has a point.
- Rook: Hobble, do not help.

Ben: Not buying it, Vilgax.

You took a chance that you'd
make it out alive and we wouldn't.

You'd do anything to get free.

[ whirring, air hisses ]

Ben: Aah!

Hobble: [ gasps ]

Aah! Ow!

Rook: Hobble!
Are you in pain?

Hobble: [ gasps ]

Actually, it only hurts when I ...
Aah! ... breathe.

Ben: This is all working out
just like you planned, isn't it?

You don't care who gets hurt,
you rotten ...

Attea: Hey! Vilgax!
Ready to give up?

Not that it matters.

You're toast anyway!
Shrimp toast!

Rook: Ben, I do not believe
that they are trying to free Vilgax.

Vilgax: What did I tell you?

Rook: How shall we proceed, Ben?

Ben: I'll distract Attea
while you do something ...

I don't know ... techie.
- Rook: Understood.

Ben: Hey, Attea ...

Ben Tennyson!

Attea: [ sighs ]

Why am I not surprised?

Ben: I got a question.

If a guy kisses you, do you
change into a Princess?

Attea: I am a Princess!
Obliterate them!

Vilgax: That certainly helped.

[ beeping ]

Hobble: We can't keep this up!

Ben: What do you got for me, Rook?

Rook: According to the prison database,
there is one escape pod left here.

Plus, there is an auxiliary
communications room down there.

Ben: Good. You take the
Plumbers to the comm room,

shut off the blackout field,
and call Max for backup.

Rook: Very well.
What will you do?

Ben: I'll head for the hangar
with Vilgax and try to keep him alive.

Attea: I'm getting bored here!

Cannonbolt: Hope
this doesn't bore you!

Attea: [ gasps ]
Aah!

[ electricity crackling ]

Cannonbolt: Unh!

Attea: [ groaning ]

Oh, ribbit.

[ beep ]

Ben: Okay, fellas, show's over.

Attea: [ groans ]

Huh?
Where's Vilgax?

[ speaking native language ]

Attea: I know.
We were all knocked out.

Use your tracker thingees!

[ beeping ]

[ speaking native language ]

Attea: I have eyes,
Sevenseven. They split up.

You two, find those Plumbers,
while I catch Tennyson and Vilgax.

Eighteight, with me.

[ speaking native language ]

Ben: Keep moving, Vilgax.
I want to make sure you spend

the rest of your life nice and
safe and locked away.

Vilgax: [ sighs ]

This is the thanks I get?

After all, I'm the reason you have
the Omnitrix in the first place!

Ben: Which you then tried to
steal, which began a long

tradition of me whipping your butt.

Vilgax: No, it didn't.
- Ben: Yeah, you're right.

Oh, except for that time I
kicked you out into space, and

that other time I kicked you out
into space, and in that arena.

Oh! And when you got
blown up in the ocean.

You see how there's a pattern
forming here?

Vilgax: Oh, yes, I do.

You've never truly defeated me
because you don't have the guts!

Ben: Maybe I will let the
frogs get you.

Vilgax: Yes, most tempting,
I'm sure, but terribly shortsighted.

Ben: You've got that right!
Wait. Why?

Vilgax: Do you think the
Incursians will be satisfied

once they're rid of me and
they've conquered my homeworld?

Other worlds have fallen.
More will fall.

You want that on your
conscience, Ben Tennyson?

Rook: It seems that there are
two ways down to the

communications annex.
We can either descend dozens of

ramps and staircases to reach it
or use the central express tube.

The stairs are slow but safe.
The express tube is fast,

but to reach it, we must
cross the catwalk, exposed.

Hobble: Okay.
So what'll it be?

Rook: Why do you ask me?
- Hobble: Because you're in charge.

Rook: I wonder what Ben would do?
- Hobble: The catwalk?

Rook: Then perhaps we should
take the stairs.

[ energy charging ]

Hobble: Ohh! Aw!

[ speaking native language ]

Rook: He is right. Lower your
weapons or you will sh**t Hobble!

Hobble: You understood that?
- Rook: Perfectly.

Hobble: Catwalk?
- Rook: Catwalk!

[ metal scraping ]

[ speaking native language ]

Aah!

Hobble: Aah! Aah! Whaa!

[ gasps ]

Rook: [ grunts ]

Keep going!
We are almost there!

Hobble: [ gulps ]

[ elevator bell beeping ]

[ gasps ]

[ speaking native language ]

Rook: Huh?

[ beeping ]

Bye-Bye.

[ expl*si*n ]

[ speaking native language ]

[ expl*si*n ]

Ben: What was that?

Attea: The sound of your
friends getting blown to bits!

Vilgax: Shut off the manacles.
We can fight them together.

[ beeps ]

That's better.

Ben: Hey!

Vilgax: [ grunts ]

[ speaking native language ]

Attea: We'll catch up with Vilgax.

First, I've got a score to
settle with Tennyson.

[ speaking native language ]

Ben: I don't think we've met.
I'm Ben.

Ow! Ow! Okay, okay!
Not friendly, got that.

Attea: This is Eighteight.

Ben: Any relation to Sixsix
or Sevenseven?

Aah!

[ speaking native language ]

Ben: 'Cause there is a
resemblance.

No, no, no, no!
In a good way.

[ speaking native language ]

Ben: Look, Attea, you don't
like Vilgax, I don't like Vilgax.

Can't we work something out?

Attea: I had to spend seventh grade

in stasis jail because of you, so...

Ben: Okay, okay.

[ beep ]

Terraspin: But that was only because
you tried to take over your father's empire.

Attea: Ha! If you're trying to run,
you turned into the wrong species.

Terraspin: Who said
anything about running?

[ wind howling ]

Attea: Hey!
Whoa!

[ speaking native language ]

Vilgax: [ sighs ]

Ben: Gee. That was close.

[ beeps ]

Vilgax: [ grunting ]

Release me at once!

Ben: Why? So you can throw me at
Attea and the bounty hunters again?

No way.
- Vilgax: That was a diversion, fool.

I knew you would defeat them
easily and rendezvous with me later.

Ben: Comedy isn't real big on
your planet, is it?

Vilgax: No.
What are you going to do?

Hand me over to that arrogant Incursian?
- Ben: Like you said, tempting.

But we're stuck with each
other till I can get you off

of this rat trap and behind
bars someplace else. Let's go.

Nobody here.
Guess we got lucky.

Aah!

Attea: Guess again!

Ben: [ grunts ]

You four are in big trouble.

Attea: Who do you think
you're talking to?

The blackout field's still on, so
I know you didn't call for help.

And, as I mentioned, Sixsix and
Sevenseven polished off your squad.

Rook: I beg to differ.

Attea: I hate you.
You said you saw them fry!

Rook: Alas, appearances can
be deceiving.

I will now swing us to safety.

Hobble: Aah! Aah!

Hurry!

Aah!

Attea: Amateurs!
- Ben: Don't have an episode, Attea.

You can hug it out after you're
all in the clink.

Attea: Pbht!

Don't flatter yourself.

Rook: Techadon dissipater.
- Ben: Is that dangerous?

Rook: Only if it goes off.
- Attea: Insolent ape.

Vilgax: N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

Unh!

Ben: [ grunts ]

Did you just do what
I think you just did?

Vilgax: [ grunts ]

I don't know what came over me.

Attea: That was the most glorious
act of heroism I've ever seen.

Pbht!

Mutilate them!

Ben: Rath. Give me Rath.
Please Rath!

Gravattack?
I guess.

Hit the dirt!

[ all screaming ]

How about we take this gravity
power of mine for a little spin?

Attea: Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Gravattack: Dude!
Or dudette, I guess.

Do you have any idea how many
G's I'm throwing at you?

Like, that many!

Now you can find the
communications room, shut

down the blackout field,
and call Grandpa Max.

Rook: Gladly.
Follow me, Plumbers.

Hobble: Wow. Nice work.

Oh! Uh-oh.

[ grunting ]

[ clears throat ]

You hang on to that.

Ben: What do you know, Vilgax?

First, you saved me,
and then I saved you.

That isn't something you see every...

Aah!

Vilgax: And you won't see it again.

Max: Take it easy, son.
You're okay.

Ben: [ groans ]

I don't feel okay.

Max: Well, look at it like this.

Rook got through to us, and you
didn't lose any members of your team.

Ben: Yeah, but what about ...

Max: Attea and her bounty
hunters are missing.

So is Vilgax.
- Ben: She got him?

Max: No.

Attea: [ groaning ]

Max: By the time Attea and
her pals came to, he was gone.

Ben: No, wait, wait.
So they all got away?

I can't believe how
bad I messed this up!

Max: It's okay, Ben.
You didn't "mess up."

You did your best.

Attea: I really did!

Milleous: That's too bad.
I would think the highest Commander

of my celebrated Calaveras
legion would not choke in the field!

Once word got out that Vilgax
got away from you, his home

planet put up such a fight,
I had to retreat, which, as you

might imagine, really
deleteriates my game plan.

Attea: I promise,
I'll make it up to you!

Milleous: You'd better,
or there will be real trouble.

Attea: You have no idea, old man.