03x34 - The Bentathlon

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It's gyro time!

Sorry to burst your bubble, but it's pronounced "Gee-ro,"

which works better with your bad joke anyway.

Hey! I'm Pita Patricia,

and I want to thank you for stopping by.

Where are you folks off to now?

Actually, we're about to go on a trip to Greece.

I thought I'd introduce the cuisine

to the kids before we left.

I really like your gyros.

Geeros! Gyro!

It's pronounced "yiro!" Ugh, people!

I'm pretty sure it's gyro.

Hold tight, kids.

Automated voice: Air transport initiated.

Ben: Woo-hoo!

Autopilot engaged. Next stop -- Athens.

Huh?

Grandpa, you got a second chopper?

I don't know who that belongs to.

Sure like that paint job, though.

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Oh, you are not about to chop our chopper.

[ All gasp ] That's it.

These guys don't know who they're messing with.

[ All grunt ]

Okay, that didn't quite go as planned.

Who are those guys, and where are we?

I'm almost positive that it's definitely not Greece,

and nobody comes between me and my gyro!

These guys don't know who they're messing with.

Uh...

I'm locked out!

Locked out? How is that possible?

I demand to know who you are.

I'm the guard.

Both: Grandpa!

[ Both shout ]

[ Sighs ] Would you deal with this one?

[ Grunting ]

Ben: Seriously, you guys are toast.

You have no idea who you're messing with!

Whoa.

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Well, Steve, looks like a record-breaking crowd

here to witness what is undoubtedly

going to be an expl*sive battle royal.

That's right, Bill.

Who doesn't enjoy the spectacle

of two fearsome opponents facing off mono y mono.

for the legendary status of champion?

Automated voice: Welcome, Mr. Tennyson, to the arena.

You have been given the honor to fight in the glory of battle

to decide who will be named champion.

Really doesn't feel like an honor.

Our esteemed host has apparently taken his seat.

What a thrill it is to be sitting here in his presence!

Look at that physique!

Ah, if you say so, Steve.

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You may release the prison--

or gladiator.

Gee, thanks.

Hey, hey, hey! Wait up!

Hey, hey!

Eh, they always get so attached.

[ Panting ]

Whoa, slow down there, bucky.

Not sure where he thinks he's going, right, Bill?

You are aware that we're all being held here

against our will, yes?

[ Chuckles ] Yes.

Wait a minute.

I'm afraid there is only one way out of here.

I think I've had just about enough of this place.

I would hold off doing that.

You're going to need all your strength very soon,

especially if you wish to see your family again.

And when you really get the meat sizzling, pow!

That's when you hit it with another layer of meat.

You see, Gwen? [ Chuckles ]

What your generation doesn't understand about meat

is that meat is the backbone of our culture.

Grandpa, stop!

Bring it on.

Well, it looks like the kid has

a little fire in him after all!

[ Beeping ]

A reunion with your precious family

will be entirely up to you.

Prepare to meet your challenger.

Just listen to that programmed reaction

to our first gladiator.

He's big. He's bad. He's Iron Kyle.

Arghhh!

Wow, that is some impressive armor.

That magnificent piece of hardware

was a generous contribution by our fine host.

I have to say, Steve, that seems just a little unfair.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, Bill.

Let the games begin.

Argh!

And it's on! [ Whimpers ]

Tennyson is looking a little shaken.

[ Panting ]

Steve: And here comes Kyle with his famous elbow drop.

Whoa! Whoa!

Both: He's out of there!

[ Beeping ]

Oh, snap!

Folks, we've got ourselves a fight!

[ Iron Steve grunts ]

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All: Yay!

Ouch.

Oh, you said it, Bill.

I think our little challenger is proving to be

a big disappointment.

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Looks like the end of the road, Bill.

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Tennyson's tail whip counters Iron Kyle's att*ck,

and it appears the tables have turned.

I wouldn't count him out just yet.

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Okay. Now he's out.

Bring out the next gladiator.

All righty, folks, entering the arena,

we have the winged stinger, Queen Bee!

Bring it on!

Uh-oh. Looks like another turning of the old table.

[ All cheer ]

Audience: Boo!

Well, the Queen has been dethroned.

Up next, we have the Tri-Chefta.

Defeating Queen Bee was pretty sweet.

Kicking your butts is going to be even sweeter.

[ Grunting ]

-Yeah! -I'm the best!

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Huh?

Ground Hawgs?

Seriously?

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Ow, ow, ow, ow!

Aaah! Oh!!

This isn't the VIP lounge.

Where's the seafood buffet you promised?

Buffet is for winners.

Does that mean no frittatas?

Afraid so, Kyle. What's going on here?

Well, I was told they were taking me

to the VIP lounge, and I was going to get...

In the arena, Kyle!

Oh, oh, that.

Well, a few days ago, some armored dude asked me

if I wanted a chance to get even with Ben,

settle the score.

He brought me here, and I saw

all these weird people like a bee lady,

some grouchy gophers on motorcycles.

Ground Hawgs? Queen Bee.

-You know these people? -Sort of.

They all have a score to settle with Ben.

Hm, sounds like someone is pitting Ben

against all his old foes.

Did this dude call himself Forever Knight?

Yeah! Yeah, that's it.

What's that mean, anyway? -Beats me.

You have to help us break out of here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Remember, I'm in the bye-bye Ben club.

Why should I help you guys?

You're in here because you lost.

What do you think is going to happen to you

when the tournament is over? Good point.

Hoo! Some of my best work, if I do say so myself.

I totally just made gyros out of your A-Team.

Do you mean yiros?

Okay, there's no way that's how you say it.

Look, your team lost.

It's time to let me and my family go,

because if you don't, I'll --

Not so fast.

Those were merely the opening act.

Now it's time for the headliner.

Say what now?

Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment you've all been waiting for.

I present to you the main event!

He's the dude with the 'tude...

Kevin.

...the tween tornado...

It's definitely Kevin.

...the one and only

Kevin!

I can't believe you're still working

for this brainless twit!

Wow, clearly not a fan of the big guy.

Just makes his eventual demise that much sweeter.

Time to see who's better, Tennyson.

Kevin, don't do his bidding. He's only using you!

No one tells me what to do, especially not you.

Fine.

You ready to get shocked?

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How about some quad-smack, baby?

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[ Both shout ]

Nicely done!

Hey! The arena is this way.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

Good to know the alarms aren't fully functional.

You call that a punch?

Felt more like a kiss.

No, I call this a punch!

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Oh, not bad, if you're into landscaping.

I prefer demolishing!

Whoa!

Come back here, you coward!

All: Boo!

I didn't pay good money to watch a chicken run!

Slushed by a slushie!

Ow! Why do robots even have drinks?

Stop avoiding him.

No!

I'm through playing your game.

I can dodge Chuckles all day.

Put an end to this now!

Very well.

[ Beeps ]

Steve: Ooh, things just stepped up a notch.

Uh, that's not quite what I meant by end it.

[ Whirring ]

Uh-oh.

Kyle: Hey, dummy!

That's what I'm -- Whoa!

Whoa.

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Oh, yeah! [Laughs]

Steve: A giant saw blade? I did not see that coming.

[ Whirring ]

Aaah!

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Huh?

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Why do you always have to be the hero?

Why do you always have to be the grouch?

I don't need your help!

Come on, Kevin!

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Get out while you can, loser!

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What's your problem?

You could've fried me down there.

Don't be such a child.

You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs,

and next time, don't pull your punches.

Kyle: How do I get out of here?

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[ All booing ]

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