04x02 - Food Around the Corner

[bunniefuu]

[music]

- Digger, status report.
- Readings are good, Colonel!

Complete scans on all spectrums!

We have a gravitational field,
an environment, and no sign

whatsoever of any potential
hostile life forms.

Mm-Hmm.
Prepare the flag.

Our long journey is over, but
the hard work has only just begun.

I claim this land in
the name of the Hulex.

Gravattack: [groaning]

Max: Everything all right, Ben?

Gravattack: Yeah.
I-It's gone now.

♪ 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 ♪

Gravattack: Are you two sure
you know what you're doing?

Driba: Yes.
- Blukic: Not really.

Gravattack: Grandpa Max?

It's one thing to have Azmuth
messing with the Omnitrix.

Max: I know what you mean, Ben,
but for this peace

conference to go well, this has to work.

Blukic: No need for concern.

With this chip lock in the Omnitrix,

Ben won't be able to change forms.

Driba: Yes, we are trained
professionals. We know what we're doing.

[Grunts] Ooh!

[Whirl! Whirl! Whirl!]
[Glass shatters]

[Chuckles]

Gravattack: It's gonna be
weird being stuck as Gravattack.

Max: Gravattack's a Galilean.

They're known for
being wise and patient.

We need somebody that
both sides will respect.

Remember, the Appoplexian side
will be loud and aggressive,

while the Luodan side will be
quiet... and aggressive.

Gravattack: Ah, not gonna be easy
calling a truce between these guys.

Max: Just don't panic.
Don't overreact.

If you're calm, they'll be calm.

Blukic: Well, finished.
- Driba: Try not to get it wet.

Max: Once the conference begins,
there can't be any interruptions.

No one else can enter the room.

Either side could lay waste to
an entire sector of the galaxy

if they don't get what they want.
We're counting on you, Ben.

Gravattack: No pressure.

Rook: The video feed is up and
operational, Magister Tennyson.

Max: Our guests have arrived.

[Door whirs]

[Growls softly]

[Wind blowing]

Gravattack: Uh, thanks, everybody,
for coming. My name is, uh ...

Tremble before Vexx, th
leader of the Appoplexian Empire!

This is Vexx's lieutenant, Mallice!

Why did he get to introduce
his side first?

This is an outrage.
- What? What?!

Do you want to fight, marshmallow?!

Hmph. Savages.
I am Caitiff, president, prime

minister, and grand hoo-ha of
the Luodan Republic.

This is my vice prime minister,
Poltroon.

Mallice is serious!
You want to fight?!

No, no.
We're not here to fight.

That sounded like a "yes"!

Gravattack: Everybody,
everybody, relax.

This is supposed to be a peace
conference, so let's try and

calm down and stay focused on, uh ...

Are you wearing pants?
Wait, wait, wait. Time-Out.

You wear clothes?
Appoplexians wear pants?

Of course we wear pants! Let me
tell you something, Ben Tennyson!

Appoplexians have a highly
advanced sense of shame! Ooh, yeah!

Driba: But that would mean
all this time Rath has been

running around...
- Blukic: Buck naked.

Gravattack: Oh, so not good.

This matter can be resolved
simply and quickly.

We require an apology.

Let me tell you something,
Caitiff of Luoda.

We will not apologize
until you apologize first!

You desecrated our sacred sands.

We gave you permission to journey
through our part of the Universe.

Then you do the unthinkable.

You gave us no choice!
It's not our fault that you

didn't have proper bathrooms on
your sacred sand planet!

You want to fight?!

Gravattack: [grunting]

I wonder why we would come to
a peace conference to fight.

I suppose it's just the way you
Appoplexians think.

Caitiff of Luoda, I don't know what

you're saying, but I know it's not good!

[Drip! Drip! Drip!]

I'm not scared of you.

Ugh!

[Growling]

Gravattack: Time-out!
Time-Out!

Everybody take a deep
breath and settle down!

Easy, Ben.
Wise and patient.

Wise and patient.

[Growling softly]

Gravattack: Ahh.
We should start by sitting down.

Then we should use our inside
voices, like, uh ... like grown-ups.

[Growls softly]

Gravattack: Please?

This here looks like a good spot.

Drilling teams, into position ...
now!

Activate the drill!

[Blink! Blink!]

You can see our point if you
refer to the chart on form .

Gravattack: Aah. Aah!

You see? Ben Tennyson
agrees with the Appoplexians.

He is sick of you!
We win! We win!

I believe he's disgusted with
you and your race.

It is causing him much discomfort.

Gravattack: No, no.
I've got this itch I can't reach.

[Grunts]

Do you have any
idea how rude that is?

Gravattack: Sorry. Sorry.

[Grunts]

Max: Something is wrong with Ben.

Rook: Blukic and Driba, can
you enhance the image?

Gravattack: [grunting]

[Whirring]

Rook: Fleas? Ben has fleas?

Max: Hulex ... they must be
what's bothering Ben.

Rook: Hulex fleas are intelligent.
If we ask them to stop,

they might listen to reason.
But we need some way to contact

them without interrupting the
peace talks.

Driba: We may have your solution.

Of course, this machine is still
in alpha testing.

Rook: [sighs heavily]

Activate the machine.

[Whirs]

It worked!
[Rumbling]

[Gasps]

Driba: It didn't work!
- Blukic: We vaporized him.

Driba, this is all your fault!
- Driba: No, it isn't!

Blukic: Yes, it is.
- Driba: No, it isn't!

Max: How do you know it
didn't work?

Blukic: Rook has a two-way
communicator.

If he shrunk successfully,
we'd be hearing his voice.

Rook: I am right here.
Can you not hear me?

Blukic: We better unplug this
thing so no one ever uses it again.

Rook: I'm down here!

Blukic! Driba!
You're ...

[Gasps]

Rook: Look out!

[Grunts]

Driba: Ow! Ow! Ow, ow!
Something's hitting me!

Max: Rook!

Blukic: No.
His communicator's dead.

Max: Why is this speaker off?

Rook: Stop walking!
Repeat ... stop walking!

I do not wish to go out like this!

Driba: He's alive!
- Blukic: Driba!

I owe you a soda.

So... if we agree on the
definition of "sand," then we

can consider points through .

Gravattack: Ahh.

Mmmmmm.

Ah ah ah ah ah.

Rook: [grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

The eagle has landed.
Do you copy?

Max: We read you loud and clear.

There's no way to let
Ben know what we're doing,

so it's up to you to
get the Hulex to stop or

at least hold off till the peace
conference works.

Rook: If the peace conference works.

I do not know how long Ben can
hold it together.

Where are the Hulex now?

Driba: They appear to have
moved and set up a new digging site.

Blukic: Look for Gravattack's
big, red energy core.

It's in his stomach.

Gravattack: [stomach sounds]
[Growls]

Uh [clears throat]
e-excuse me.

I agree. Vexx could go
for some food right about now.

Mallice is feeling hungry!
And Mallice hates feeling anything!

But he especially hates feeling hungry!!

For once, you say something
that makes sense.

Gravattack: Yes. Yes.
Now we're talking.

We can order from Burger Shack.

That sounds... agreeable.
- Agreed.

Gravattack: Okay, okay.
This is good.

We're agreeing on things.
Now what food do you want?

Our side request hamburgers,
raw, topped with guigzilianog

cheese, junzin slime sprouts,
and pickles.

Ugh!
Disgusting! Pickles?!

Mallice wants burgers,

animal-style ...
oh, yeah ... with onions!

Onions? Ohh! I can't
stand the smell of onions!

Then we are even.
I can't stand the smell of you!

Is it a fight you want?

[Growls]

Hey, that's my challenge!

You can't have it!

Gravattack: Ahhh.

Rook: I mean you no harm.
I need to speak to your leader.

I'm the Colonel in charge.

Rook: Colonel, you may find
this hard to believe, but you

are not standing on a planet.
You are standing on a living being.

Uh-huh.

Rook: You must stop drilling.
- Stop drilling?

Rook: You are derailing an
important peace conference.

Stop at once!

I'm afraid not.
We have a mission to complete.

Rook: You are drilling into
Gravattack's core?

Roger that.
- Rook: But if you destabilize

the core, it will reach critical
mass and... melt down.

[All grunt]

Rook: [grunts]

Once the peace conference is
destroyed, the Appoplexians and

Luodans will go to w*r, and our
mission here will be complete.

Rook: [grunts]

Whoa!

Rook: Max, come in.
This is a ...

[music]

[Groans]

No long-range uplink.
Too many of 'em.

Squad , stay here and set
the expl*sives!

Squad , with me!

All: Yes, sir!

Gravattack: [grunting]

We can choose peace, or we
can choose conflict.

Believe me, the Luodans want peace.

Mere words, Poltroon.
We have heard these words before.

Why now should we trust you?!

Because if you don't trust
us, then... it's w*r.

Let me tell you something,
grand hoo-ha!

Vexx will squish your women
and children between graham

crackers and turn them into
s'mores! They will be delicious!

[Whirring, beeping]

You don't have the guts ...
cat guts.

Gravattack: I have never felt such pain!

Ohhhh!

Aaaaaaaah!

Aaaaaaaah!

[Crash]

[All gasp]

Both: w*r!

To... w*r.

Gravattack: Was it something I said?

Talks have failed.
You failed!

Then w*r is our only option.

Gravattack: No!
Let's try to keep things calm.

- Rook: Ben!
- Gravattack: Huh?

Oh. Oh, great.
Now I'm going crazy.

Rook: You are not crazy!

Gravattack: Rook?
Rook, where are you?

Rook: Listen to me. You have
alien fleas on your stomach.

Gravattack: Still going with "crazy."

Rook: They may have already
breached your energy core.

You are very close to critical mass.

Gravattack: Ohh!

Everybody back!
I'm going nuclear!

Ben Tennyson, you are the
strangest peace negotiator in

the history of the Universe!
- Rook: Get out before you

explode and take them and the
whole Plumber base with you.

- Oh, no. Poltroon?!
- I'm sorry I can't stay, but

I don't want to be around here when you

... how do I say this gently?
... Vaporize.

How can you do this? The
peace conference was your idea.

To get everyone in one place.
With you and the Appoplexians

gone, I take power, then launch
a final att*ck to destroy our enemy.

And with Ben gone,
no one can stop me.

Max: Get that door open!

Driba: Poltroon has sabotaged
all our internal systems!

Blukic: It's gonna take at
least an hour to reboot

everything ... longer if we have
to call tech support.

Driba: Blukic, we're tech support!

Max: [sighs]

Rook: We might defuse you if
you transformed into another alien.

Gravattack: No. Blukic and Driba
wired the Omnitrix so I can't change.

Doesn't really matter now,
does it? Soon it'll all be over.

Rook: Why would you sacrifice
yourself for these cowards?

Because of our size and physiology,
we will survive the core meltdown.

Rook: Not unlike cockroaches.

Ben, this short-range uplink
should let you hear me.

Gravattack: Ugh!

Rook!
Is everything going okay?!

Ahhh!

Ohh. [Grunts]

It's no use.

Let me tell you something,
unbreakable iron bars!

Mallice hates you!

[Growls]

You made a powerful enemy today!
Oh, yeah!

[Grunts]

Rook: Ben, shut your mouth,

and whatever you do, do not
open it until I tell you to!

Gravattack: Why?
What are you doing?

Rook: Humor me!

If we're going to get out of
here, we must work together.

We have put aside our
differences, but we need

help to figure a way out.
Help us, Ben Tennyson.

Gravattack: Mnh. Mnh, mnh.

It's obvious Ben Tennyson wants
us to work it out for ourselves!

You're wise beyond your
years, Ben Tennyson.

Gravattack: [groans]

Rook: Ben! Mouth open ... now!

Aaaaah!

Ah, it doesn't matter. He
won't survive the core meltdown.

Just to be safe, sir, should
we ready an evacuation plan?

Evacuate?
In our moment of triumph?

[Sighs] I think you
overestimate their chances.

Gravattack: [groans]

It's over!
The madness is running wild!

We're doomed!

Look, I'm sorry that I let
things get to this point.

I am sorry. We should have left
the bathrooms unlocked for you.

Rook: There it is.

[Grunts]

Gravattack: Aaah! Aaaah!

Rook did it!

Ben: Man, am I glad that's over.

Jury Rigg: Fix, fix, fix!
Fix, fix, fix!

Fix, fix, fix!

Thank you, Ben Tennyson, ad best
of luck in your future endeavors.

Jury Rigg: [laughs maniacally]

[Wind blowing]

You're... alive?

Ben: And feeling much better,
thank you very much.

I'm sorry, but that's not
going to last.

Rath: Lemme tell ya somethin',
Poltroon of Luoda!

Aaah!

[Sighs]

You're the Universe's greatest hero?

You don't seem impressive.

Rath: Rath isn't
about being impressive.

Rath is about being angry!

And Rath's angry is impressive!

[Roars]

This is for trying to blow up my people!
- Uhh!

Rath: This is for trying to
blow up your people!

And this is for trying to blow up me!

Polaris piledriver!

Ugh!

Rath: Yah!

Sirius butt-kickin'!
[Warbling]

Aaaaaaah!

Gaaaaaah!

Oh. This little thing?

It unleashes a sonic signal that
is rather deadly to Appoplexians.

I'm sorry, but this is where it ends.

Rath: Lemme tell you somethin'!

Rath still has one surprise left in him!

[Shouts indistinctly]

[Growls]

Poltroon of Luoda,
you got any more fancy

weapons designed to stop Appoplexians?!

[Sighs] No.

Rath: Rah!
Then peace out.

Max: Here's to peace in the
galaxy, thanks to Ben.

Ben: I didn't have to do anything.
They worked it out themselves.

The Appoplexians apologized, and
the Luodans promised that

they'll keep kitty litter handy.
- Rook: What about Poltroon?

Max: For the time being, the
Plumbers are gonna keep Poltroon

in custody ... at least until we
figure out where those Hulex fleas went.

I claim this land in the name
of the Hulex.

Ohh-ohh-ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh!

Ohhh!

Ohh! Ahh! Ahh!
Aaaaahh!

Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!

Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

Ohh! Aah! Aah! Ohh!

[Boing!]

Ooooh.
[Thud]