07x06 - Breakpoint

[bunniefuu]

Watch out, now, for hijackers,

The last three shipments of alien tech were hijacked,

I don't want to get hijacked,

[ tires screech ]

[ brakes hiss ]

Hey, look! It's Ben Tennyson!

[ grunting ]

Corvo: You are getting hijacked,

Solid Plugg: Yeah, Do what you're told, and you won't be hurt,

Fistrick: , , ,,,

[ tires screech, brakes hiss ]

Liam: [ clucking ]

Let's go!

Fistrick: Thank you for you generous bro-nation,

[ laughs ]

[ truck door closes, tires squeal ]

♪ 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 ♪

Max: Don't take it personally, Ben,

They're just ringin' your chimes,

Ben: How could I not take it personally?

That's my face -- my personal face!

Rook: It is difficult to know if you are being serious when

chili fries are flying out of your mouth,

Ben: This is angry eating, Rook,

Rook: I see, You are destroying yourself from

the inside to match your inner anger,

Ben: Exactly, Huh?

Max: Hey, look close,

Four hijackings in Undertown,

and we haven't got a clue,

Ben: Hey, this one's giving the orders while doing curls,

Who does that?

Both: Fistrick,

Ben: Jinx! You owe me some chili fries,

Rook: On what planet does this jinx law apply? Surely not earth,

Ben: I got it, I'll go undercover,

get close to Fistrick, and catch him in the act,

Then,,, what?

Max: Undercover work takes self-control, Ben -- a lot of self-control,

Ben: I have self-control,

Rook: Your food choices say otherwise,

Ben: Trust me --

I've got this,

Eh,,,just one more,

[ chomps ]

Ow! Ow! Is that it? Blukic: Yep,

Driba: The next time you transform, you'll lock into the

DNA of whichever alien you choose until you remove the lock

with a verbal code,

Then you can just transform as usual,

Blukic: But to revert back to your original DNA lock,

use the verbal code again, Got it?

Ben: I think so, What's the verbal-unlock code?

Driba: It's the first thing you said after we locked it,

Wasn't that clear?

Ben: "Is that it?"

Unlock code accepted,

Blukic: No! Not before you transform!

Driba: [ sighs ] Well, now we have to initialize it again!

Ben: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

[ beep ]

Rook: Perhaps this requires one of your more muscular transformations,

Ben: What do you think I'm trying for?

Come on, four arms!

[ beep ]

Rook: Four arms would've been an excellent choice,

Remember -- self-control!

Wildvine: [ groans ]

[ door beeps ]

Liam: [ clucking ]

Corvo: [ grunting ]

Wildvine: [ grunting ]

Fistrick: You're new, bro,

Wildvine: Yeah,

I was lookin' for a new gym,

Uh, like, workin' out is my life,

Fistrick: [ chuckles ] I heard that,

Welcome to my brojo,

Grab a bench and knock out a few reps,

Wildvine: [ chuckling ] Yeah,

Yeah, I'm gonna,,,rep it up,

Like, crazy rep, [ chuckles ]

Corvo: [ grunting ]

[ stomach rumbles ]

Wildvine: Rook! Rook: Yes, Ben?

Wildvine: Remember when you said you owed me chili fries?

Rook: I never said that,

Wildvine: Well, you're off the hook if you get me a meatball sub,

Rook: A what?

Wildvine: All these reps are making me hungry,

[ clank ]

Uh,,,I mean,,,

got to carbo-load,

[ chuckles ] Right?

Solid Plugg: Now he's making me hungry,

Wildvine: Okay, meatball sub -- regular,

Don't let them talk you into the gloppenbeef,

Corvo: Who are you talking to?

Wildvine: [ chuckles ] uh,,,m-m-m-myself,

I like to psych myself up while I'm workin' out,

Corvo: Bro, who sent you? You're a plant!

Solid Plugg: Of course he's a plant,

Fistrick: Hey, This is a bro-centric gym,

We're all brothers here,

This guy ain't no redspot,

Besides, we got nothin' to hide,

I'm a legitimate businessman, right?

Corvo: Oh, Right,

Totally legitimate,

Fistrick: Come on,

These muscles ain't gonna build themselves,

[ chime rings ]

Rook: [ sniffs ]

Fistrick: Hold it, Hold it!

Time to play our super-sick game

invented by me -- "who can lift the heaviest thing?"

Wildvine: Really?

Corvo: [ grunting ]

Solid Plugg: Uh, watch this,

[ grunts ]

Liam: [ chuckles ]

That's the best you can do?

Fistrick: See, the path to the ultimate you is no joke,

You got to be in peak condition to stimulate those good bromosomes,

Wildvine: Oh, yeah, I'm all about the, uh, bromosomes,

Liam: [ grunts ]

Solid Plugg: What do you think of that, new guy?

I bet you wish you had muscles instead of vines,

Liam: [ squawks ]

Wildvine: I'll take that bet,

[ grunting ]

Yeah,

Solid Plugg: [ gasps ] Boss, this guy should go on our next,,,uh,,,workout,

You know, the one with billions of weights,

Fistrick: Plugg, make like a clam and dummy up,

We have a winner!

Bro, you lifted the heaviest thing -- this time,

Wildvine: Thanks, bro, [ chuckles ]

[ clank ]

Um,,,I'm gonna go stretch my

vines with some wind sprints,

Uh, got to go get my cardio in, right?

Oh, yeah,

Rook: [ chomps ]

[ knock on window ]

Wildvine: I know Fistrick's next move -- a robbery at Billions Tower,

Rook: [ muffled ] Billions b-bower?

Wildvine: Sorry -- what?

The words coming out of your mouth look like meatballs,

Rook: [ gulps ]

[ chuckles nervously ]

Allow me to explain,

I have nothing,

Fistrick: Yo, I'm Ben ,

There's a "threat" to the

wicked-sick space nose-cone deal you got up in here,

Let me check on it, bro,

Liam: [ clucking ]

[ door beeps ]

Solid Plugg: Hey, How are we getting this thing out of here?

Fistrick: Hold up, bro,

There's too many of us,

Liam: [ clucking ]

Corvo: , , , ,,,

Solid Plugg: This is confusing,

Ben: Well, let me make it easy for you,

[ beep ]

Crashhopper: There, Now the real Ben looks like somebody else,

Corvo: [ grunts ]

Crashhopper: Solid Plugg?

Solid Plugg: I know,

I'm denser than I seem,

Rook: [ grunts ]

Crashhopper: [ grunts ]

[ groans ]

Fistrick: Now the way we tell who the real Ben is,,,

[ omnitrix powers down ]

[ grunting ]

,,,the real one is paste,

Fistrick: [ strained ] I'm gonna flatten you!

[ alarm blaring ]

Huh?

You fried the alarm, right?

Corvo: I did, but,,,I don't know,

They must have, like, a regeneration circuit,

Liam: [ clucks ] We got to bail now!

Ben: [ groans ] Still timed out,

Fistrick: Ben , you must've been doing squats or something,

bro, 'cause the universe is smiling back today,

Max: You should've reported in and let us assist,

If they get a delivery system for that nose cone, Fistrick's spaceborne again,

Ben: So go bring him in, Grandpa,

Rook: Ben, if we arrest him now, we may never find that nose cone,

The infinitum tip is irreplaceable,

Ben: Fistrick may be a crook, but at least he doesn't yell at his bros,

Max: I'm not your bro,

Liam: [ clucks ] Fistrick: ,,,

Wildvine: [ grunting ]

Fistrick: ,,, ,

[ chuckles ] k*ller set, bro,

Wildvine: Yeah, bro,

Really works up an appetite,

[ chuckles ] want to grab some chili fries?

Fistrick: That garbage? Come on!

I envy you floraunas,

You eat pure sunlight through the process of photo-simpleness,

Liam: [ squawks ]

Fistrick: Pure purity, bro,

Wildvine: Exactly,

[ chuckles ] I was just totally kidding you there,

Fistrick: The healthiest diet is a pure diet,

Seek pure-trification in all things, but mostly food,

We are what we eat, right?

So we are food,

Wildvine: Ri-I-I-I-I-ght,

[ chuckles ]

Liam: [ clucks ] Hey, boss, ain't we goin' out soon?

Fistrick: Right, Yeah,

Okay, time to go,

Wildvine: Uh, where -- where you goin'?

Fistrick: Listen, you're a bro,

You know how it is, A bro's got to have secrets sometimes,

even from another bro -- for now,

[ door beeps ]

[ door opens ]

Ben: At least undercover, I was working out when nothing happened,

Rook: Surprise, partner!

Ben: Yeah, I used to love those, but now they seem,,, gross,

Rook: May I have yours?

Ben: Slow down there, farm boy,

Meatball subs are a sometime food, not an anytime food,

Rook: Wait,

They are not always food?

Ben, are you --

Ben: No! I'm not too close to the case,

Is it weird to care about nutrition?

Rook: For you? Yes,

[ beep ]

[ tires squeal ]

Ben: Ohh!

How did we miss them?!

[ tires squeal ]

[ beep ]

Come on, Omnitrix! Give me Fasttrack!

[ beep ]

[ grunts ]

Feedback: Sorry, Sorry,

[ growling ]

[ yelps ] Feedback: Aah!

[ panting ]

Feedback: [ grunts ] Ow! Hey!

[ grunts ]

[ clank ]

[ tires screech ]

[ brakes hiss ]

[ tires squeal ]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Max: Are you getting too close to the case?

Rook: Yes, You have been warned about getting too close to the case,

Ben: Yeah, yeah, I'm late for my workout,

Max: You are staying right here,

Liam: [ clucks ]

Wildvine: Uh,,,hey,

Preppin' for a workout?

Fistrick: Where you been?

Wildvine: Around,

You know [chuckles] Places,

Fistrick: Well, you're welcome to stay, use the equipment,

Unless you want to join us,

You must've been curious by now,

Wildvine: Eh,,,why not?

Whoa,

Fistrick: Pretty radical, right?

You're one of us now,

You got potential -- potential bro-ness,

Wildvine: Thanks,

Fistrick: This workout's in orbit, behind a force field and

laser-defense grid that'd sh**t down anything with an engine,

Liam: Ignition!

Fistrick: Sick, right?

Wildvine: Uh, did you say something about a,,,force field?

Liam: Bros away!

[ clucks ]

Fistrick: Yeah -- that force field,

Wildvine: Are you whack-a-doo?

When we hit, everyone on that ship is doomed!

Fistrick: Relax, It's fully automated,

The crew's all chillaxing in Undertown, waiting for a refuel,

Wildvine: You sure we're gonna survive?

Fistrick: Kinda sure, bro,

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

Wildvine: Aah!

Liam: [ clucks ]

[ all grunt ]

[ beeping ]

[ all chuckling ]

Wildvine: What do you need those for?

You said it was unmanned,

Solid Plugg: Security cameras,

Put yours on,

Fistrick: You're in with us, bro -- all the way,

Wildvine: All the way, Huh, Gotcha,

[ doors hiss ]

[ device whirring ]

Wildvine: Plants?

Should I be offended?

Fistrick: Bulking fronds,

They only grow in artificial gravity,

Highly valuable, super-nutritious -- the perfect workout fuel, bro,

[ charger beeping ]

Solid Plugg: Uh, we got it all, boss,

Corvo: The expl*sive chargers are set,

Fistrick: That's to cover our tracks,

Wildvine: We can't reuse that rocket,

How are we leaving?

Fistrick: You're gonna love it,

Liam: [ clucks ]

Wildvine: Oh, those suits are protection for re-entry,

Solid Plugg: This kid's pretty smart,

Wildvine: Uh, where's mine?

Liam: [ cluckles ] Not that smart,

Fistrick: You don't need one, Tennyson,

Wildvine: [ gasps ]

Wildvine: You figured out who I am?

Fistrick: Come on, Ben Tennyson,

You think I'm mentally in-composted or something?

Wildvine: Aw! Can't believe I blew my own cover!

Fistrick: Bro, you got too close to the case,

[ grunts ]

Hey! Quit it! We got us some insurance,

Wildvine: Rook!

If you hurt him, Fistrick --

Fistrick: I saved his life when I took this from him,

The way I see it, we're even,

Liam: That's totally sick, boss, but we're gonna miss our window,

Fistrick: Do it!

Your bro's under the hydroponics,

Save him or fight me -- your choice,

[ muffled ] Or should I say, your dilemmon,

For what it's worth, I tried to go straight,

But you know how much this stuff goes for retail?

Wildvine: Is that it?

Unlock code accepted,

[ omnitrix powers down ]

Ben: No! I meant --

[ groans ] Forget it!

[ panting ]

[ beep ]

Rook!

We got to go! Come on!

[ beep ]

[ helmet beeping ]

Corvo: Yeah, man! Ha ha!

Fistrick: [ chuckling ] Yeah, bro!

Rook: Hang tight, Ben!

Bloxx: Says the guy whose butt isn't on fire,

[ omnitrix powers down ]

Rook: Huh?

[ both scream ]

Ben: That's better,

Rook: In what way?

Ben: Relax, As soon as the omnitrix is ready again, I'll fly us home,

[ beep ]

Mole-Stache: I say, mole-stache?

This is quite unprecedented,

Aha! I caught an updraft!

Corvo: Aaah!

Solid Plugg: Ungh!

Fistrick: No! My bulkin' fronds!

Liam: [ clucks ]

Fistrick: [ gasps ]

Liam: [ clucks ] Fistrick: Huh?

Mole-Stache: Sir, you leave me no choice but to pummel you,

Fistrick: Aaaaaaaaaah-- Unh! Unh!

Mole-Stache: [ chuckles ] Et là! quite close, that,

Fistrick: Uhaaaaaaaaah! Unh!

[ truck door opens ]

[ engine turns over ]

See ya, bro!

Mole-Stache: [ grunting ]

Fistrick: Uhaaaaah!

[ groaning ] Nice 'stache, bro,

[ omnitrix powers down ]

Ben: [ groans ] I am so sick of you and "bro" and your bros and being your bro

and watching what I eat and working out and nutritional supplements!

Fistrick: Don't deny your bromosomes,

You are what you eat, bro,

Ben: Stop saying "bro," bro! I mean,,,dude,

The only thing my bromosomes are

telling me is to hand you over and bag me some chili fries!

Fistrick: Ugh, Vaya con carne,

Max: Ben, you took a lot of chances, but I can't argue with results,

Aw, who am I kidding? Omnitrix or not, you step that far out of line again, and I will,,,

I'll have your dad ship you off to a military academy!

Ben: Whoa,

[ chomping ]

Rook: Hello,

A meatball sub, please,

We don't make meatball subs, sir,

Rook: Ben --

Ben: I know, I know -- "it's sometime food,"

But the sometime is now,

Rook: No, They do not make meatball subs,

Is this not a restaurant?!

Ben: Come on, I'll buy you a sub on the way back to the base,

Rook: That is very kind,

And several more to go,

Ben: Anything you -- yeah,

Let's get a whole mess of 'em,

Fistrick: [ grunting ]

Blukic: Chow time,,, bro,

[ both laughing ]

Fistrick: What?

Tennyson!

I know you're behind this, bro!

You can cage my spirit, but you can't cage my diet!