01x10 - Of Predators and Prey, Part 2

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01x10 - Of Predators and Prey, Part 2

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The sound you thought you heard...

perhaps your Vulpimancer form allowed

you to hear tones
beyond my audible range.

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

We're supposed to be cool.

Rook: I have already saved
you countless times.


Ben: You want to start
something?

Rook: I'm going to end something.

Khyber: Far too easy.

Ball Weevil: [ grunting ]

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Ben: [ groans ]

Khyber: [ laughs evilly ]

[ growling ]

Ben: So, uh, "Khyber," is it?

Love what you've done with the place.

Who knew alien skulls
had so many uses?

This is...
usually when you evil

guys spell out your whole
"dominate the universe" plan,

which I'm sure you're
dying to fill me in on.

Khyber: Not really.
The truth is, the hunting

equipment ...
it's all pretty self-explanatory.

I am the ultimate predator,
and you are the ultimate prey.

Ben: Huh. Thanks. I ...

[ Kn*fe slashing ]

Dude, you so owe me a new hoodie!

Khyber: This souvenir is but a taste.

Your Omnitrix arm will be my
greatest trophy.

Mm. Yes.
I'm thinking of placing it on my

Geochelone Aerios shell
mantelpiece, right next to the

Appoplexian skeleton, just
above the Vulpimancer pelt.

[ gulps ]

♪ 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 ♪

[ growling ]

Ben: What?
You think you're the first

big bad who wanted to
hack off my Omnitrix arm?

Creeps like you have been trying ...
and failing, by the way...

since I was .
One dude even had my Omnitrix

arm crawling around
the null void without me.

Khyber: [ laughs ]

If you are attempting to stall
for time so your partner can

come swooping in to your rescue,
I'm afraid you will be

sorely disappointed.
We witnessed your little tiff in

undertown, including the
destruction of your Plumber badge.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Your revonnan friend couldn't
track you here even if he wanted to.

First, your cousin and her Osmosian
mate abandon you, and now Rook.

[ chuckles ]

You really ought to treat your
partners better, Tennyson.

Ben: Huh.
At least I don't make my partners

do all the work while
I take all the credit.

I mean, the mutt is clearly the
brains of the operation, right?

Khyber: He is not a mutt.

He is an extremely well-trained
anubian Baskurr.

Ben: Wearing a cheap Omnitrix
wannabe.

Khyber: Courtesy of an
old friend of yours ...

Malware.

Ben: [ gasps ]

Khyber: Now that I have your
attention...

it seemed Malware somehow
managed to obtain crucial but


flawed design specs for your
Omnitrix.


He sought the aid of a
Cerebrocrustacean, who was able


to reverse-engineer a workable
facsimile ... the Nemetrix.


It was only missing one critical
element ... predator DNA.


So, naturally, they sought out the
greatest huntsman in the galaxy.


Ben: Yeah?
Who was that?


Khyber: One more remark like
that, child, and I will collect

that smart tongue of yours.

[ roars ]

[ roars ]

Khyber: I hunted down all the
fiercest, most savage predators

in the galaxy and procured
their DNA for the Nemetrix.

[ beep ]

[ roars ]

[ roars ]

[ beep ]

[ roars ]

[ beep ]

Khyber: All that was left to
do then was find a willing test


subject to wield the device for us.

A fortunately, there was no
shortage of candidates to be


found in the null void ...
willing or unwilling.


[ beeping ]

[ screams ]

Max: Sure you don't want to
join us, pumpkin?

The salmon are biting.

Gwen: I'm trying to get the
hang of my powers, grandpa.

I don't have time for fly-fishing.

Ben: How about...
Stinkfly-fishing?

Gwen: Aah!

[ grunts ]

Stinkfly: [ laughs ]

Have a nice trip.
See you next fall.

[ grunts ]

Max: All right, you two,
knock it off!

- She started it!
- He started it!

Gwen: Nuh-unh!
He started it!


- Stinkfly: She started it!
- Gwen: He started it!


- She started it.
- Nuh-unh! He did!

- You wish!
- Why would I wish that?

[ roars ]

Stinkfly: Uh, hold that
thought. It's hero time!

[ roars ]

Gwen: Correction...
it's heroes time!

Stinkfly: Hello?
Alien hero in the house, Gwen!

I don't need any backup!

Aah!

Gwen: [ grunts ]

Ben: [ groans ]
Oof!

Yeah, okay.
Maybe little backup.

Or even better, some Feedbackup.

[ beep ]

Gwen: [ groans ]

Don't you ever get tired of that alien?

Feedback: Why would I ...
when you can do this?

Max: You all right, Ben?
Whoa!

Gwen: Grandpa!

Max: [ grunts ]

[ hisses ]
[ roaring ]

Feedback: Uh, guy? You get that
you're b*ating yourself up, right?

[ roars ]

Gwen: I think its brain went
bye-bye.

Ben: Huh?

[ gasps ]

- Max: Phil?
- Gwen: Your old Plumber partner?

Ben: What's he doing here?

- Gwen: How did he escape the null void?
- Ben: And, more important, has

he always secretly been a giant,
ravenous spider-monster thing?

Max: Questions later.
Right now, he needs our help.

Ben: That att*ck by Phil
way back when I was ...

that was you
testing out the Nemetrix.

Khyber: A test which
eventually proved a failure.

Alas, a higher-functioning
creature such as a "Phil" could

not handle the savage feral
nature of the Nemetrix.

Ben: So you let Fido here get
his paws dirty for you instead.

[ growls ]

Khyber: Fido, as you call him...

[ snaps fingers ]

...being feral himself, has no
higher function than absolute loyalty.

Ben: He'd have to be lacking in
higher function to be loyal to you.

Khyber: You would do well to
show respect to the greatest

- huntsman in the galaxy.
- Ben: If you're so great, how

come it took you five
years to capture me, huh?

It took Vilgax like five minutes.

Khyber: [ grunts ]

I could destroy you now! But...

I would lose my bargaining
power with my associates.

Ben: You really ought to
watch that temper.

[ grunts ]

Khyber: [ grunts ]

Ben: Get ready to throw down
with Humungousaur!

Rath: [ roars ]

Let me tell you somethin',
self-proclaimed greatest

huntsman in the galaxy ...
Rath is not Humungousaur,

but Rath is gonna
make youumungou-sorry!

[ growling ]

Rath: Really? You want
a piece of me, puppy dog?

Then it's go time, man!

[ growling ]

[ both grunting ]

Aah!

[ yowling ]
[ crash ]

Aah!

Khyber: Enough playing.
He's mine.

Rath: [ growls ]

[ whines ]

Rath: Listen here, you dog-loving,
Omnitrix-copying pain in my butt!

Rath is declaring this Khyber
the huntsman hunting season!

[ grunts ]

Khyber: As you can see, I
have already taken advantage of

Appoplexian hunting season.

Rath: [ grunts ]

Khyber season!

Khyber: [ grunts ]

Rath season.

Rath: [ grunts ]

Khyber season!

Khyber: Rath season.

Rath: [ grunts ]

Khyber... sea...

[ groans ]

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Ben: [ groans ]

What did you...

[ sighs ]

Khyber: Hephaestan neuro grip.

Useful for subduing all manner of prey.

My partners are just going to
have to take you in... pieces.

Hold still now.
This won't hurt... for long.

Aah!

Rook: Surprise!

Ben: Took you long enough!
I had this guy telling me his

whole life story, trying to buy
time till you decided to waltz in.

Rook: I do not know how "to waltz".

However, my Earth-culture text did
make mention of a dance called ...

- Ben: Skip it.
- Rook: I do not know how "to skip", either.

Ooh! Earth expressions?

Ben: Bingo.
Also an expression.

Khyber: No. Impossible. This
ship is completely untraceable.

A good hunter always hides his
tracks.

Ben: I think I did a pretty
good job hiding mine.

Khyber: But I... in
undertown, I saw you crush ...

Rook: This empty
carbonated-beverage container?

Ben: Yep. Rook's been
tracking me the whole time.

We staged our little fight to
throw you off the scent.

Not too shabby an acting job,
there, partner.

- Rook: I was not acting.
- Ben: Wait.

So you actually meant all that
stuff you said about always

having to save my butt?

- Rook: You mean like I did just now?
- Ben: That was the plan!

I let him capture me so you
could track me back to his ship.

This doesn't count as a rescue.

- Khyber: Although, technically...
- Ben: Zip it, skull face!

Khyber: That is no way to address
the greatest huntsman in the galaxy!

Ben: Dude, you're not even the
greatest huntsman in this room.

You don't recognize a
trap when you see one?

Khyber: Apparently, neither do you.

[ whistles ]

[ growls ]

Ben: [ groans ]


Rook: [ groans ]

[ grunting ]

Khyber: I believe the Earth
expression is "playing possum."

[ handcuffs jingle ]

Ben: [ grunting ]

And I believe the Ben
expression is "it's hero time!"

Rook: Wait! Ben!

Remember that Crabdozer is the
natural predator of a Pyronite.

So you do not want to
turn into Heatblast.

Ben: Right.
But since this new Omnitrix

never gives me the alien I want,
I should try to turn into Heatblast.

[ beep ]

Heatblast: Aw, man!
Seriously?

[ groans ]

Khyber: The Omnitrix, if you please.

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Ben: [ groans ]

That thing's
even uglier on the inside.

But as long as the Omnitrix is
giving me what I want for a change,

let's get me some Humungousaur!

[ beep ]

Armodrillo: Uh...
Why am I not surprised?

[ grunts ]

Oh, yeah!
It's hammer time!

Rook: Ben! Behind you!

- Armodrillo: Thanks, partner.
- Rook: For saving you?

Armodrillo: That was only
a warning. Doesn't count.

This is a save.

Khyber: [ whistles ]

Armodrillo: Still think I
can't survive on my own?

Rook: I suppose you are safe
in your current alien form ...

so long as it doesn't turn into...

[ screeches ]

Rook: ...that.

Armodrillo: Oh, that can't be good.

[ screeches ]

Armodrillo: Stop Khyber.

He has some kind of whistle
that controls his dog.


Rook: Where did he ...

[ crash ]

He is on the bridge!

Armodrillo: Make it snappy, will ya?

I'm facing my natural predator here!

Rook: You might want to consider
switching to another alien form.


Armodrillo: Oh, yeah.
Good idea.

[ beep ]

Ben: But that wasn't a save!
It was advice! Okay?!

All right.
Here we go, Humungousaur!

Here we go!

[ beep ]

Stinkfly: Eh.
Could have been worse.

And at least you're not
Stinkfly's predator.

Whoa!

Huh.

Well, that was easier than I thought.

[ wind whistles ]

Oh!

- Khyber: Excellent work, old friend.
- Rook: It would appear,

Khyber, that the hunter has
become the hunted!

That is not a bad entrance line, is it?

Stinkfly: Less quipping!
More whistle-finding!

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Ben: Just give me something useful.
Is that too much to ask?

[ beep ]

Crashhopper? I'll take it!

[ chirps ]

Whoa!

Bad idea-a-a-a!

[ grunting ]

Khyber: [ grunts ]

Rook: [ grunts ]

Khyber: [ whistles ]

Crashhopper: Bring it on, ugly!
I can keep this up all day.

Aah!

Really didn't want
to stick that landing.

Khyber: [ groans ]

Rook: You are under arrest, Khyber.
In the name of the Plumbers,

I order you to hand over your
att*ck-dog-controlling whistle.

[ groans ]

[ weapons clanking ]

[ groans ]

Khyber: Your w*apon is versatile,
Plumber, but it lacks power.

[ chatters ]

Rook: Versatility
does have advantages.

Crashhopper: [ grunting ]

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Ben: [ grunting ]

Rook! What's going on in there?!

Rook: I am commandeering this
vehicle under section b,

stroke of the intergalactic
Plumber code.

Ben: Forget the ship!
Find the whistle!

You know what, Omnitrix?
I give up. Surprise me.

[ beep ]

Humungousaur: [ roars ]

Humungousaur!
For real?!

Yeah!
Who's the predator now, tiny?

Rook: The huntsman
has no whistle. Unless...

[ groans ]

Khyber: [ whistles ]

Rook: ...the huntsman
is the whistle.

Humungousaur: [ grunting ]

[ roaring ]

Khyber: I may lose my ship...

[ panting ]

...but I will not lose my prey.

I so wish I could strike the
final blow myself.

Bag the game, old friend.

[ whistles ]

Humungousaur: [ groans ]

Rook: Ben! No!

Ben: Relax, partner.
I got everything under control.

Hope you're feeling generous, Omnitrix,
'cause I could use a big favor.

A way big favor!

[ beep ]

Khyber: Magnify image.

[ sighs ]

It appears this hunter requires
yet another predator.

[ whistles ]

Mmph!

Grey Matter: How do I stop
this thing?

I'm a thinker, not a fighter.
Think. Think.

[ roars ]

Grey Matter: Hephaestan neuro grip.
Useful for subduing all manner of prey.

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Ben: See what I did there?

Go, me!
It's my birthday!

Rook: Ben!

Ben: Dude, it's not really my birthday.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Oh, what are the chances you're
gonna give me something that can fly?

[ beep ]

Big Chill? Even better.

[ both grunting ]

All right, Khyber ... freeze!

Rook: [ grunts ]

Big Chill: That's two times
I saved your butt today, Rook.

But who's counting?

Oh, that's right I am.
One, two.

[ engine rumbling ]

Better make that three.

This should finally prove beyond
a shadow of a doubt that Ben

Tennyson can survive just fine
without anyone's help, thank y...

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Ben: Aah!

[ both scream ]
[ both grunt ]


Khyber: [ breathes heavily ]

[ whimpering ]

Khyber: Fret not, old friend.

That young whelp, Ben Tennyson,
will pay dearly for this.

I certainly hope so, Khyber.
For your sake.


Ben: Not one word.

Rook: How about two words?
"Told you."
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