01x09 - Of Predators and Prey, Part 1

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x - Of Predators and Prey /part /

Four Arms: Fore! Arms. [ chuckles ]

Malware: This is
the great Ben Tennyson,

bearer of the Omnitrix,
savior of the uni...

[ grunting ]

Four Arms: And don't
you forget it, buddy.

You think you're the only

Galvanic mechamorph
I've ever dealt with?

Pfft. It's gonna take a
lot more to surprise me.

Malware: Indeed.

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Four Arms: [ groaning ]

[ beeping ]

[ engine revs ]

Rook: What does battling in
go-karts have to do with sumo?

Ben: It's just supposed to be fun.

You know, a little break from real life.

Rook: You fight in
real life all the time.

Ben: Yeah, but this is in d!
Like it's coming right at you.

[ roars ]

Ben: I totally asked
for that, didn't I?

♪ 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 ♪

Ben: Boy, did you choose the
wrong guy to pick a fight with.

[ beeping ]

Come on, Humungousaur!

Stinkfly: Stinkfly?

That doesn't even sound like
"Humungousaur".

[ spits ]

Stick around for a while, why don't you?

[ chuckles ]

Wow. How'd you do that?

Ow!

[ beeping ]

Ben: Ew!
All right, fine.

Let's see how you like a
little Humungousaur drool.

[ beeping ]

Wildmutt: [ snarls ]

[ roars ]

Khyber: Hmm.

[ whistles ]

Wildmutt: [ growls ]

Rook: What is wrong?

Ben: Don't tell me
you didn't hear that.

Rook: Okay. I will not.
But what should I have heard?

[ squeaking ]

My apologies.
[ sighs ]

- That almost never happens.
- Ben: What? Missing a sh*t?

Rook: Correct.
What is that you are doing?

Ben: I'm "there, there"-ing you.
You know, "there, there."

It's supposed to make you feel better.

Rook: Why-why would that-that
make anyone feel better?

Ben: Hey, I didn't make it up.
It's a thing!

Rook: Earthlings sure
do a lot of weird things.

Ben: We do not!
Yeah, okay, I guess we do.

Rook: Do not feel bad about it.

[ horns honking ]

Ben: I don't know why we're wasting
our time searching for that... thing.

I'm telling you, it's
gonna come after me again.

It always does.
We just have to wait for it.

Rook: Would it be more
prudent, Ben dude, for us to

take a more proactive
stance at this juncture?

We need to do something.

This is obviously a
creature of some cunning.

Ben: It's just a snarling monster.
Many snarling monsters.

Rook: When you transformed
into a Lepidopterran...

Ben: A Stinkfly?

Rook: ...your attacker
immediately transformed into

a Buglizard, Stinkfly's
natural predator in the wild.

Ben: I never really thought
about my aliens having predators.

Rook: It took your changing
into something else, in this

case a Vulpimancer, to defeat it.

Ben: That symbol...
kind of like the Omnitrix.

Bet you $ million
that's how it transforms!

[ gasps ]

Hey, wait! Stop!
There it is!

[ brakes squeak ]

[ reverse signal beeping ]

[ dog whines ]

I never should have taught you that.

Rook: Those sounds
you thought you heard...

Ben: I did hear.

Rook: ...which I did not,
perhaps your Vulpimancer form

allowed you to hear tones
beyond my audible range.

Ben: The default form of all
those creatures is a doglike alien.

I wonder if it can hear
what Wildmutt heard?

Rook: I bet you $ million it could.

Ben: Grandpa Max?

[ screeching ]

[ whip! ] [ crash! ]

Max: It's making a break for it!

Ben: Unh-unh-unh!

[ screeches ]

Ben: Hey!
My old hoverboard from when I was a kid.

- I can't believe you kept it, Grandpa.
- Max: I kept a lot of things, kiddo.

- Rook: Gotcha.
- Ben: What is that thing?

- Max: Lunch. Want some?
- Rook: Quartilloptus soup?

Max: Well, you
know your xeno cuisine.

Rook: It was my
grandmother's favorite.

Max: Did she make it with
powdered or granulated mealworm?

- Rook: Huh... I don't remember.
- Max: Well, makes all the difference.

Rook: Mmm!

Ben: Grandpa!

Max: Hmm?
Oh, sorry. Here.

Ben: [ shudders ]

No, thanks.

So, this thing that's been attacking
me, it can change alien forms.

And it's got a symbol on it that
looks sort of like the Omnitrix.

Max: Well, your gut instincts
are good, Ben. What do you think?

Ben: Well, I was thinking we
should probably be more proactive.

Rook: Hmm.

Ben: Instead of waiting for
the creature to just randomly

jump me again, we should
be trying to find it.

Rook: [ muffled ]
That's what I said!

Ben: Maybe we can trick
this thing into showing itself.

- You know, lure it out into the open.
- Max: Good thinking, Ben.

Ben: Thanks, Grandpa.
Rook, you coming or what?

Rook: [ sighs ]

Ben: Now, just play it cool, and
maybe we can flush out the creature.

[ growling ]

Ben: It can transform,
so it could be anyone.

- Huh?
- Ben: Huh?

[ grunts ]

Rook: He is clean.

[ grumbles ]

- Ben: What are you doing?
- Rook: Eliminating suspects.

Ben: We're supposed to be cool!

- Rook: I was being cool.
- Ben: In what universe?!

Rook: You have to admit,
that was kind of cool.

Ben: Just act normal, will you?

Rook: You act normal.
I have a job to do.

Ben: We don't have a job to do.

We're not cops.
We're superheroes!

- Rook: Hardly.
- Ben: Excuse me? Do you know ...

Rook: How many times you
have saved this universe?

By yourself? Zero.

Every time, there has always been
someone else there to help you.

[ all gasping ]

- Ben: Heh, like you were there.
- Rook: I have been there!

I have already saved you
countless times, and I have only

known you a few weeks.

I'm surprised you made it this far.

Ben: You want to start something?
Is that what this is about?

[ cheering ]

[ all chanting "fight!" ]

Rook: No, I am
going to end something.

Ben: Who needs you anyway?!

Some new partner you turned out to be.

Ben: Oh, so you're just
gonna ditch me here?

Real mature!

[ tires screech ]
[ reverse signal beeps ]

That's more like it.
[ tires screech ]

Hey!

Wait, I think I left my new
Plumber's badge in there.

[ tires screech ]

Oh, however will I be able to
get anything done without it?

Rook: Like you are deserving of one.

[ tires squeal, engine revs ]

Ben: Nice.

[ snarling ]

Malware: Dr. Psychobos.

Welcome, my friend ...
and I use the term loosely.

Malware: There is no need to use
it at all. Just do as we agreed.

Hmm.
Crude, corrupted, incomplete.

But still a suitable partial blueprint.

Pray tell, how did you p-procure
these plans for the Omnitrix?

Malware: In battle with Azmuth's pet ...
the human, Ben Tennyson.

- His reputation was greatly exaggerated.
- You defeated B-Ben ?

[ chuckles ]

Malware: Your opinion of me is
not my concern, Cerebrocrustacean!

Can that mass of pink pulp you call
a brain build an Omnitrix from this?

Sir ... and I use the term
loosely ... constructing

a Level- tech device will be
no more difficult for me than it

would be for a baby G-Galvan
to soil its underg-garments.

Honestly, Galvans and
their superiority complex.

Dullards, the lot of them,
especially that imbecile, Azmuth!

This will finally prove,
once and for all, that

Cerebrocrustaceans are
smarter than G-Galvan!

And that I personally am far
superior to that arrogant Amphibian.

However, while I can create
the hardware for a superior

Omnitrix, I lack the
necessary DNA samples.

Malware: Excuses!

Fortunately for you, I know just
the fellow to obtain said DNA for us.

I'm beginning to wonder if you are
the right g-gentleman for this job.

Khyber: This unique quarry
requires a studied approach.

[ scoffs ]

I could have written a dozen
textbooks in the time you've

taken to study Ben !
Obtain the DNA samples from him ... now!

Or consider our ag-greement terminated.

Do we understand each other?

Khyber: Perfectly.
Bring him to me.

[ growls ]

Ben: He thinks he knows how
to get information out of people?

I'll show him how a real
hero gets things done.

I'm looking for a ravenous alien dog.

Don't suppose you know
where I can find one, do you?

Try the pound.

Ben: This one changes forms, causes
mass destruction, usually tries to k*ll me.

Try a psychiatrist.

Ben: [ scoffs ]

Don't you know who I am?

Uh, not unless you want
an Andorian turglbaster.

Then you're my customer.

If not, you're just taking up space
where paying customers could be.

Ben: Ugh.

Rook made this look so easy.

How do you lure a vicious
alien dog out? Baco-treats?

Rawhide chew toys?
Giant alien tennis balls?

[ whistles ]

Ben: Hey, buddy, want to
keep it down to a dull roar?

[ birds squawking ]

Pakmar?!

Ooh, a customer!
Oh. It's you. [ spits ]

You blew up my last
place ... Pakmar's place.

- Go away now!
- Ben: Yeah, um, sorry about that?

Look, I'm hoping you have a
special kind of alien dog whistle.

You actually want to
buy something from Pakmar?

Ben: No, no.
I just want to hear it.

- You hear it, you buy it!
- Ben: Great!

Now I need you to blow
each whistle for me.

But not yet. Okay, Omnitrix.

Give me Humungousaur.

[ beep ]

[ whistle blows ]

Wildmutt: [ grumbles ]

You eat it, you buy it!

[ whistle blowing ]

You stomp it, you buy it!

Wow. At this rate,
Pakmar will be able to retire.

Good customer.

Khyber: [ whistles ]

Wildmutt: [ howls ]

- Ben: That's it!
- What's it? There's no it.

Pakmar did nothing.

[ roars ]

[ dogs barking ]

- You!
- Ben: Me?!

Out! Out of Pakmar's new place while
Pakmar still has some new place left!

Ben: [ screams ]

[ all screaming ]

[ snarls ]

Khyber: Ben Tennyson.

Ben: Well, what do
you know. It worked.

Been trolling undertown using myself
as bait, and lookie what I caught.

So, you gonna let your puppy keep
fighting your battles for you?

[ grunts ]

Khyber: No, I'll
take care of you myself.

Ben: [ grunting ]

Ha, I don't think we've
been properly introduced.

I'm ben Tennyson, the kid who's
about to kick your sorry butt.

And you are?

Khyber: The last
thing you will ever see.

[ whistles ]

Ben: Ha, man, if I had a nickel for
every time I heard that, I'd ... ugh!

Khyber: [ grunts ]

Gullible.

Like simple prey.

[ Omnitrix powers down ]
[ beeping ]

Ben: Ohh, why, Omnitrix?
Why?!

Is this supposed to be funny?
'Cause I'm not laughing.

[ snarling ]

Ben: Time to make like
a tree and get out of here!

[ laughs ]

Khyber: Fetch.

Ben: Huh?

Aww. Too bad, so sad.

Khyber: You can't fly
from me, little birdie.

[ chuckles ]

Ben: Whoa!

Ugh!

Khyber: So, any last words?

[ beeping ]

Ben: How about..."buh-bye!"

Khyber: Fight back all you want.

There is a predator for every
kind of prey.

[ growls ]

Khyber: [ whistles ]

[ whistles ]

Heatblast: Now who's
got nowhere to run, huh?

Not so funny when the shoe's on
the other... pseudopod, or whatever.

I've defeated Vilgax the
conqueror, Dagon the destroyer.

What makes you think
you're any better?

Khyber: Experience.

[ rumbling ]

Heatblast: [ groans ]

Well, this might be a problem.
Ugh, come on, new Omnitrix!

Would it k*ll you to
give me Humungousaur?

Just this once?!

[ beeping ]

Ballweevil: Whoa!

This is a new one.
Um, well, what can it do?

I got to have something going for
me other than the power of cuteness.

Khyber: [ laughs ]

Far too easy.

Hold still, vermin.

Ballweevil: I couldn't,
even if I wanted to!

Whoa!

Khyber: [ whistles ]

Ballweevil: Look out, fang-face!
I'm coming through!

Want some of this?

[ chuckles ]

I didn't mean literally.

[ gasps ]

Dude!

[ whistle blows ]

[ groans ]

Ballweevil: Aha!
Not so tough now, are you?

Whoa!

Too bad Rook wasn't
here to see that sh*t.

Okay, Rook.
Anytime you want to...

get over yourself and
[cough] come help me.

Aah!

Khyber: [ whistling ]

Ballweevil: What's the matter?
Can't finish what you started?

Oh, I fully intend to finish.

I was just letting my
pet here play a bit.

[ laughs ]

Ben: [ sighs ]

No.

Khyber: Yes.

[ laughs evilly ]