03x05 - While You Were Away

[bunniefuu]

Sheriff Wat-Senn!
Come quick!

What is it this time?
Another Muroid stuck in a well?

A crime in progress!

[ panting ]

See?

Rook Shar, watch me
kick in the space drive!

Looks to me like your brother's
getting pretty good at that.

Young one has broken several
laws ... reckless endangerment,

crop destruction...
being a brat. Go after him.

A Plumber's best course of
action is not to get involved.

Let it happen around you,
not to you.

It needs adjustment.
- You are not going to cuff him?

[ scoffs ]

Nothing ever happens here.

Which is why I asked to
be stationed on Revonnah.

Now, if that is all, I got
a piece of pie to get back to.

[ engines humming ]

Aaaah!

♪ 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: The alien craft
should be just ahead.

Ben: Any idea where it's from?

[ beeping ]

Rook: It does not move
like any ship I've seen.

Ben: What kind of wacky flying is that?

Rook: Extremely wacky flying.
What do you suppose it signifies?

Ben: A wacky pilot?
- Rook: Or perhaps an injured one.

Terraspin: Time to take
this guy for a spin.

[ alarm beeps ]

Rook: Be careful, Ben. I detect
no onboard communications.

Terraspin: Maybe he
just needs help landing.

Rook: You have breached
Earth airspace. Pull over.

Huh?

Terraspin: Ha! Too slow!
Uh-oh.

Rook: Young one? Is that you?

When did you learn to pilot a ship?

Oh, while you were away.
Ben !

Rook: Does father know what
you have done to this harvester?

Revonnah has been
invaded! You must help!

Rook: An invasion?
Our family, a-are they ...

I do not know. I went to find you
and Ben as soon as it happened.

Rook: You are quite brave,
little brother. Ben?

Ben: Do you even have to ask?

Psychobos: It is time we
proceed with our test run.

Attea: Hey! Psychobos!
- Dr. Psychobos.

Attea: Don't flash your credentials
at me. This gonna work or what?

Psychobos: So far, the trials are
going along swimmingly, Princess Attea.

Now I just need to synthesize enough
from that amber c-c-concentrate.

Have faith.

Attea: Faith? How 'bout,
you blow this, and I

cr*ck your shell open just like
I did that jail cell you were

rotting in and I have
that big brain served up

to me with drawn butter
and a teeny-weeny fork?

[ chomps ]

Psychobos: Watch your
frog tongue, your highness.

I am not without resources.

Ungh!

Attea: Try me.
Better yet, do your job!

Psychobos: I will ... provided
you do your job as "leader."

And I use the term loosely. Bring
me all the amber Ogia you can.

Attea: Whatever, crab puff.
I get the berries, you make the

formula, and we leave this dump.

Oh. And I use the term loosely.

[ ribbits ]

[ machine powers up ]

Wait till I tell everyone
back home that I was in

a high-speed chase with
the legendary Ben !

Ben: More like a high-speed crash.

Ohhhh.

It only took one small repair.
Thank you, Ben, for the loan of

your ... what do you
call that component?

Ben: Wire coat hanger?
- Yes.

I had to fabricate many parts
to equip the space drive.

Rook: This is part of a rake.

Have you made a starship
engine out of farm tools?

Many eating utensils were used, as well.

Rook: When did you learn to
build such advanced devices?

While you were away.

Ben: Rook, isn't this where you
tell me we need to wait for backup?

Rook: The Incurseans are targeting
Plumber ships, including my own.

This harvester may be the best

vessel that we can take
into Incursean space.

Ben: We could have called Rad Dudesman.

I am not worried. We have
the great Ben on our side.

The invaders are as good as gone.

Ben: Young one, look, "planetary
invasion" is an awfully big word.

Rook: Actually, it is two words.

Ben: Yeah ... both big.

The Incurseans have
been on a tear lately.

By now, anything could have happened.

Rook: Ben is right.

I fear that our people may
not fare well in an invasion.

What invasion?

[ animals chittering, chirping ]

There was an expl*si*n right there.

The harvester skimmed
right by it when I left.

Rook: Nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Are you sure it was
not just construction?

There has not been any construction.

Rook: Then when did
they build that pipeline?

That is new.

Unh!

Rook: Is everyone all right?

Rook Blonko? Pray tell,
what are you doing here?

Rook: We heard there was trouble.

Trouble? No, no, everything's
precisely as it should be.

We're harvesting at a tremendous rate.

Rook: A this time of year?
- Young one, you scamp.

How did you manage to
contact your brother?

Are you... certain all is well?

Of course. Don't
be an imb-b-ecile.

Come eat your dinner.
You too, Ben T-Tennyson.

Ben: Are you sure I'm
welcome after last time?

You'll join us, Tennyson.
I insist.

[ clank ]

Where is the rest of the food?
The drinks, salads, pies?

Obviously, we found that
we can get by on less.

Rook: This surprises me.
Father, you taught me that

a Revonnahgander's
nutritional needs are ...

Now, Rook Blonko, I don't wish
to hear your dimwitted theories.

[ laughter ]

You Plumbers are just
like your precious Galvans.

You think you're so smart.

[ laughter ]

Galvans are stupid.

Rook Da used
contractions when he spoke.

Rook: Yes ... several.

Most shameful to hear that
sort of talk from our father.

Ben: Something's way off,
and it isn't the grammar.

Rook: Father, when was
the new pipeline built?

It's brand-new. We're sending the amber
Ogia to a new p-processing facility.

Ben: So, you're fine with
your son being a Plumber?

What? Who cares about that?
It's inconsequential.

Ben: Did the Incurseans
inv*de Revonnah or not?

[ creak ]

[ Rook's family gasps ]

Incurseans? You're a fool.

The Incurseans don't have a thing
to do with our little planet.

Ben: Maybe we should go check
out the rest of the place.

Nonsense.
- Rook: Excuse us.

Do you believe me or not?
- Ben: Yeah.

These aren't the people I met before.

Rook: Father is not himself.
None of them are.

If young one is right, then
the Incurseans are behind this.

Ben: So, then, where are the frogs?

Rook: And where is Rook Shar?

[ rocks rumble ]

Probably just a Muroid.

Ben: Muroids, huh?

[ indistinct shouting ]

Rook: [ grunts ]

Ben: [ panting ]

Rook: Ben, come on.

[ shouting continues ]

Ben: [ grunts ]

Haah!

Aah!

Ohhh!

[ groans ]

Got to even the playing field.

[ beep ]

What alien is that?
- Rook: Ballweevil.

He rolls material into his
plasma ball until it gets very

large, then blows it up.
- Unthinkable!

Idiot human!

[ shouting continues ]

[ shouting continues ]

[ all screaming ]

[ beep ]

Ben: [ grunting ]

Unh!

Ben: [ gasps ]

Boy, am I glad it's you.

Rook: We have very little time
before they catch up to us.

Not to worry ... Muroids are
timid, unintelligent creatures.

Not this time, Blonko.
- Rook: Excuse me?

Rook Shar! Something is
going on with the neighbors.

We know. We went underground
as soon as you left.

I wanted to stay above ground and fight.

You'd have been lost ...
like the rest of them.

We believe that the
Incurseans have all of Revonnah

under some sort of...
mind control.

Rook: I should have never gone to
Earth. I could have done something.

You'd have been lucky to
make it underground, like us.

Ben: We'd have done fine.
I'm Ben Tennyson.

Yeah, I know who you are.

They were spraying something
in the fields, then all at once,

Revonnah stopped resisting ...
like somebody threw a switch.

And the Revonnahganders have
been harvesting amber Ogia ever

since, sending it straight through
the pipeline to the Incurseans.

This why there was hardly
any food on the table.

Ben: It's all going into the pipeline.
- Rook: By now, the Incurseans

have enough fuel for fleets,
and the pipeline is still flowing.

Ben: They why don't they leave?

What could they possibly be
doing with all that amber Ogia?

[ buzzer ]

Psychobos: With a few buckets
of modified Ogia concentrate,

plus my amazing amplification
device, we will soon be able to

control the minds ... and
I use the term loosely ...

- of everyone in the galaxy.
- Attea: Looks good, Psycho boy.

Psychobos: Dr. Psycho boy!
Uh, "Psychobos."

Attea: A few trillion mind-control drones ...
now we're getting somewhere.

You mind-control every last yutz
on every last planet like you

did here, and I'll make you
the richest crab in the galaxy.

Psychobos: That won't be
necessary, you vulgar brat.

Aah!

[ whimpers ]

Forgive me, General Attea,
Princess scion and teen supreme

of the deathless Incursean Empire!

Attea: [ chuckles ]

Keep trying, Psycho boy!

[ all snoring ]

Be gone, Muroids!

Ben: The pipeline heads out
to those vats. Wait here.

We have been on this
case the whole time.

So we have better knowledge
of what's been going on.

[ rumbling ]

Rook: Are you all right, Rook Shar?

Is that what the Incurseans
sprayed in the fields?

What? You're a fool.

The Incurseans don't have a thing
to do with our little planet ...

and I use the term loosely.

Rook: [ grunts ]

Ben: Why are they
mind-controlled but we aren't?

Rook: That stuff they were
sprayed with must make them

responsive to the mind-control w*apon.

What mind-control w*apon?
- Rook: I'm coming to that.

Ben: Well, get to it while I...

[ beep ]

Rook: Unh! Unh!

Gravattack: Aw, man!

Rook: [ grunts ]

I apologize, sister.

Ben? Any time now.

Gravattack: [ grunts ]


Ups-a-daisy!

Ben: Ben, take this easy.

[ both grunting ]

[ beep ]

Ben: [ grunts ]

Young one, stay with them.

Where are you going?
- Ben: The end of the line.

This it?
- Rook: Yes.

This w*apon must be the origin
of the mind-control signa...

Attea: Paws off, Revonnahgander!

Ben: Attea!
- Attea: You call me "highest commander."

Ben: Not likely.

Attea: Eaaaagh!

Hey!

Rook: I doubt she is the sole
mastermind. And I use the term loosely.

Ben: Oh, yeah!
Dr. Psychobos!

[ machinery whirring ]

Psychobos: Dullards!
It took you long enough!

[ laughs evilly ]

[ beep ]

Astrodactyl: All right!

[ squawks ]

I always wanted to be one of
these, uhh... whatever they are.

[ squawks ]

Energy whippy deals, too?

[ squawks ]

I'm so there.

[ squawks ]

[ squawks ]

Psychobos: My work!

Rook: [ grunts ]

Attea: Nice try, blue boy!
- Rook: I think Ben had the right idea.

Psychobos: No! Mine!

Astrodactyl: [ squawks ]

Attea: Not so tough
now, are ya, beakface?

Astrodactyl: That's handy.
Handy... ish.

Ben: [ groans ]

[ whirring slows, stops ]

[ groans ]

Where did this pipeline come from?

And where have all our crops gone?

[ both grunting, moaning ]

Young one, help us.

How do I know you are
not still mind-controlled?

Do it, brat.
Or I shall tell mother.

Shar, you're back!
- Language!

Forgive the contraction.

Rook: You hurt my family, my
planet, our way of life! No more!

Psychobos: The super-concentrate!

[ sobbing ]

Attea: I'll take that!
Probably ought to get lost, Tennyson.

This dull little farm planet
and everyone on it is doomed.

See ya 'round!

We must join in the defense.

Remember ... let it happen
around you, not to you.

Halt! Freeze!

[ indistinct shouting ]

[ all coughing ]

[ shouting stops ]

Not bad, Sheriff.

Rook: I will stay here
and fight beside you.

No. You must go back to Earth.
We are in control of our thoughts.

We can take care of ourselves.
- Rook: But, father ...

Revonnah is one small part
of a w*r. Go back to Earth.

Find out what the Incurseans
are really after and stop them.

Ben: Your dad's right. The frogs'
next move is gonna be someplace else.

Rook Blonko, you have
accomplished so much off-world.

I am proud of you. Why do you think
Rook Shar wants to be a Plumber?

Rook: Shar! You do?
- Uh, yeah!

And why do you think young
one wants to visit the stars?

You have become a hero
while you were away.

Rook: Ben.
- Ben: We'll stop them.

Rook: Yes. I was thinking ... if
you wrote a recommendation for Rook

Shar to attend the Plumbers academy,
it would assure her a place ...

Ben: [ sighs ]

When do you need it by?

Attea: This is all that's left
of your mind-control juice.

Psychobos: Highest commander,
you must be devastated.

Attea: [ ribbits ]

What do you know about it?!

It may not be enough to control
a planet, but it's definitely enough.

Plot a course to Earth!