02x07 - Bros in Space

[bunniefuu]

Rook: There it is...
Revonnah.

Ben: Bet you're glad to get
home, huh, Rook?

Rook: I am.
I have not participated in the

harvest in some time, and it
will be good for you to dig in

- and get your hands dirty.
- Ben: Whatever.

Being a hero is all about
working with my hands.

Humungousaur ... boom.

Shocksquatch ... boom.

Rook: Not quite what I meant.

Ben: Right. Fieldwork.
Can't wait.

Rook: You will love
Revonnah at harvest time.

We have majestic, rugged terrain.

Oh, and the people ...
you will see them.

Revonnahganders are gentle,
peace-loving farmers.

They will welcome you with open arms.

Ben: Aah!

Not exactly open arms, Rook.

♪ 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: I thought you
folks were peaceful farmers!

Rook: It is the opening of
the harvest.

For millennia, my people have
launched fires during the

harvest to fend off the
mindless, crop-destroying rodents.

Ben: Oh. Blowing stuff up
to celebrate, I can get behind,

as long as we're not one
of the things that explodes.

All: Ohh! Ahh!

[ shing! ]

[ whirl! whirl! whirl! ]

[ shing! ]

Rook: [ grunting ]

Behold ... the fruit of
Revonnah ... Amber Ogia.

[ smacks lips ]

[ squish! ]

- Ahhhh.
- Ben: Ew!

There's other stuff to eat
besides Amber... whatever, right?

Rook: We have many different
recipes for it.

Ben: Great.

Hey.
We're pretty high up here.

[ muroids growling ]

[ gasps ]

- Rook...
- Blanko!

- Welcome!
- Welcome home!

Our space-Traveling brother.
All the neighbors saw you land!

Rook: Meet my sisters ...

Rook Shi, Rook Shim, and the
eldest, Rook Shar.

Ben: Big family.

[ grunts ]

Rook: [ grunts ]
Young one!

You have grown!
I would like you all to meet ...

Ben !

I cannot believe Ben
is right here on Revonnah!

The outworld tesser-bursts are full
of all of your wondrous exploits!

Ben: Don't understand that,
but it sounds great!

I see you've allowed yourself to
come home for harvest, Rook Blanko.

Rook: My parents ...
Rook Da and Rook Bralla.

Ben: Thank you for allowing
me to stay with you.

What is he doing?

Rook: I believe it is called
a bow ... an Earth custom.

Mm. I thought
earthlings shook hands.

Ben: I don't think your dad likes me.

Rook: Relax.
This is not about you.

[ sizzling ]

Ben: So, all of this food is
made from that stuff?

[ squishing ]

Rook: [ clears throat ] Yes. The
entire meal is made of Amber Ogia.

Even the table was made from the resin.

[ squish! ]

Ben: Mmm!

What does it feel like to
transform?

Ben: Sort of like a...
good stretch.

[ laughter ]

[ gulps ]

If any of you have a favorite
alien, just let me know.

Rook: You are eating
with a back scratcher.

[ laughter ]

[ knocking on window ]

Oh. Forgive me, Rook Bralla,
but I saw Rook Blanko return,

and I wanted to be the first t...
Oh. Hello.

Rook: Rayona. You look well.

Might you accompany me
to the harvest festival?

Rook: I... do not know the
plans of my houseguest,

but I will see you there.

It looks to be a fair harvest.

The harvest would be fairer if
our eldest son were around more.

The muroids have been unusually
aggressive, taking more than the

amount we set aside by custom.

- Ben: Muroids?
- The rodents.

We use their droppings
to fertilize the crop.

[ squish! ]

[ gulps ]
Rook: Father ...

Rook Blanko? Remember me?
Would you go to the ...

Rook: Pardon me.
We're eating dinner.

- Ben: Not even possible.
- Every girl in the region used

to be after our brother, but
he only had eyes for Rayona.

- Ben: Come on. Rook?!
- You sound surprised.

Ben: This guy?
Mr. Uptight McStifferson?

Enough!
We exist to coax Amber Ogia from

the stone and to keep the
muroids away, not to bring foolish

girls to the window or
off-worlders to the supper table ...

even small, weak ones like him.

Ben: Dude, I'm sitting right here.

[ knock on window ]
[ sighs ]

I will get it.

[ knock on window ]

[ growling ]
[ screams ]

Muroids!

[ grunts ]

[ squeals ]

Rook: [ gasps ]

[ growling ]

[ squeals ]

[ proto-tool powers up,
powers down ]

Blanko, have you ever
seen anything like it?

Ben: [ panting ]
What?

Rook: That muroid at the
window. It stood on two legs.

Ben!
Do a transformation!

- Do them all! Please?
- Ben: Actually, I'm kind of tired...

just flew across the universe.
[ chuckles ]

Yes. Oh, yes.
[ chuckles ]

I am tired, as well
[yawns] Ben.

Oh!
Your show is on tonight!

Ben: I have a show?

It is only an
outworld tesser-burst set.

Rook Da says the extranet
will rot your brain.

[ radio hums ]

Spormax to solenoid, your
alien organic technomites will

thr*aten Earthville no more!
Come, Gwevin, my space chimp!

[ chimp chatters ]

We celebrate victory with a
blended-beverage offering.

[ gasps ] Unthinkable!
Did that really happen?

Ben: Not... exactly.

Rook: [ groans ]

Go to sleep, young one.

...claws will make me run now!

Ben: Is there another episode?

[ clinking ]

Rook: Not only is Amber Ogia
our food, it also serves as fuel

for our lamps, flares, vehicles...

Ben: [ grunts ] Uh-huh.

Rook: We grind it into grain...

Can you transform into
something now?

Slapstrike?
Unitaur?

Ben: The ones in that show?
I, uh, left those in my other Omnitrix.

[ squish! ]

[ gags, coughs ]

[ laughter ]

[ beeping ]

Blox: This'll be a lot easier
without all that rock in the way.

[ grunting ]

- Ta-da!
- Yay! Yay!

[ squish! ]

[ laughter ]

Your Earth friend is breaking stone
that stood for a hundred lifetimes!

And the spilled Amber Ogia
will only attract more muroids!

[ beeping ]

- Ben: My bad.
- Rook: Yes.

Ben: That was your girlfriend?
[ scoffs ] Yeah, right.

Rook: More believable than
your Alien X stories.

Ben: Hey, you've seen Alien X.

Rook: Yes.
And now you have seen Rayona.

Ben: It's like I don't even know you.

[ muroids growling ]

Oh, no! Hurry!
Here they come!

[ muroids squealing, growling ]

Ben: [ grunts ]

Rook: [ grunting ]

Ben!

Ben: Gro-o-o-o-ss!

Ben: [ grunting ]

Rook: [ grunts ]

[ squeals ]

Muroids!

[ clanging ]

[ muroids squealing, growling ]

[ breathing heavily ]

On two legs?
Attacking in daylight?

Unthinkable!

[ muroids squealing ]

Be gone, rodents!
[ all screaming ]

- Rook: Come on, Ben!
- Ben: Easy for you to say!

You're not covered in rat slobber!

[ beeps ]

[ muroids squealing ]

Crashhopper: Now we're talking!

[ squeals ]

Crashhopper: [ grunts ]

[ squealing ]

And that's how to get your hands dirty.

- Locust!
- Locust!

[ all shouting ]

Rook: That is not ...
[ shouting continues ]

[ pounding ]

Take him down!

Crashhopper: Ooh! Ow!
Aah! Stop!

Hey! Aah! Stop!
Hey! Good guy!

Just saved your crop!

[ beeping ]

Ben: [ grunts ]

These are farmers, and we
have enough pests around.

Ben: I was just trying to help.

[ grunts ]

Rook: I will watch him closely.

Ben, I think it would be best
not to transform for a while.

Ben: Yeah. Wouldn't want to
accidentally turn into eatle.

[ conveyor belts humming ]

A good first day's work.

Ben: Look at the size of
those things.

Rook: They are not that big when
you consider that they hold a year's

supply of food, fuel, and material
goods for the surrounding farms.

[ growls ]

[ gasps ]
They are back!

Aaaaah!
[ all screaming ]

[ growls ]

All: Bro!

Rook: First they stand
on two legs, now this?

Ben: I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

[ muroids growling ]

[ squeals ]

[ growling ]

[ grunts ]

[ squeals ]

[ grunting ]

[ squealing ]

All: Bro! Bro!
Bro! Bro!

Most unusual.
Muroids eat food where it lies.

Rook: Yes. Much is
strange about these rodents.

[ growling ]

Ben: Yeah, you'd better run!

[ sighs ]

Thank you for helping
protect the silo ...

for doing it without
changing your shape.

Ben: Anytime.

It's harvest time. Plenty more
where that came from, right?

The muroids, the harvest, the
entire Revonnahgander way has

been corrupted.
My own son is destroying the

balance that has existed
since history began.

Rook: Perhaps Ben and I should
track the muroids to their nest.

Go, then! And do not
bother coming back until you're

ready to join this family
and send that outworlder home!

Ben: Relax.
This is not about you.

For what it's worth, I was
starting to like harvesting.

Rook: Perhaps I should not
have come back.

Revonnah's traditions seem to be ending.

Ben: Come on.

Earth has had a lot bigger
problems than giant rats in helmets.

Rook: You do not have Amber Ogia.
It is the perfect material.

Ben: It do taste better than it looks.

Rook: Amber Ogia can feed a
space fleet, clothe it, fuel it.

Any two-bit lowlife
or petty dictator might

steal our Ogia and thr*aten the galaxy.

Ben: Let's not get carried away.

All: Bro! Bro!
Bro! Bro! Bro!

Ben: Fistrick!

Okay, so you were right about
the two-bit-lowlife thing.

I am your emancipaver...
the great...

ah, you dumb rats
only know the one word.

[ blink! ]

[ grunts ]

Bros!
Bonding time!

[ growling, squealing ]

[ grunting ]

[ squeals ]

Wussup, bro?

[ grunts ]

Now take your sick new
gear, get in your harvesters,

and bring me every one of
those Amber Oglio berries

and show those hicks how it's done!

[ whistle! ]

[ squish! ]

[ screams ]
Right?!

[ muroids growling, squealing ]

Rook: With enough Amber Ogia,
even Fistrick could wage a galactic w*r.

Ben: Or sell it to someone who will.

Rook: Machine harvesters will
tear the Amber Ogia away

- and ruin those fields forever.
- Ben: You go warn the farmers.

[ beeps ]
I'll take care of Fistrick.

Rook: Agreed.

Ben: [ grunts ]

Shocksquatch: [ grunts ]

Hey, reject!

What the...?
Ben ?

[ laughs ]
That you, bro?

[ electricity crackles ]

These boots got
super-good insulation.

Aah!

[ squealing ]

Shocksquatch: How did
you get to Revonnah?

I know a guy.
[ grunts ]

Shocksquatch: How do you know
about Amber Ogia?

I know a guy who knows a guy!

[ grunting ]

Shocksquatch: And the harvesters?
Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Let me guess, eh?
You know a guy?

Knew a guy.
[ grunts ]

Past tense.
[ squealing ]

Rook: Father! Mother!
Muroids!

Muroids!
[ clanging ]

Rook Blanko!
You were out all night.

Rook: No matter.
The muroids are coming in force!

[ harvester whirs ]

This is the end of the
Revonnahgander way.

What have you done?

Rook: Ben and I did not bring
this thr*at to Revonnah.

[ growls ]

Rook: Everyone, use your
launchers! Use your scythes!

Use your fists if you know how!

Aim for the muroid, not the machine!

[ screams ]

[ screaming ]

Techadon starbeam platform.
Totally thrashes planets good.

And before you ask, I got it from a
different guy, and he's past tense, too.

Shocksquatch: You brought me
here to gloat?

What are you, dense?

Turns out that Aglio Olio stuff
is the perfect fuel for this thing.

Soon as I'm loaded up, hundreds
of worlds are gonna have to do

things the Fistrick way, and Ben
's not gonna be around to help 'em.

Shocksquatch: [ grunting ]

I'm gonna smack that
stupid grin right off you!

[ grunting ]

Any minute now, eh?

- Where is this "Fist-trick" from?
- Rook: Um, Earth.

Where you come from?

Rook: [ grunts ]

[ squeals ]

- Rook: I am from Revonnah!
- Then fight like a Revonnahgander!

[ screams ]

Rook: [ grunts ]

With your permission, father,
I will fight as I please.

Blanko, where are they going?

Rook: Wherever it is, Ben had
better be there kicking the butt.

Shocksquatch: [ grunts ]

I am serious.
I am so kicking your butt.

You don't got time, bro.

[ liquid bubbling ]

It took me months to
train them for that.

Power up the starbeam.
I want to pop a few planets.

[ beeping ]

Ooh! Inhabited ...
just the way I like 'em.

[ powering up ]

Shocksquatch: [ groans ]

Come on.
Come on!

Ben: There it is.

[ squeals ]

Bro!

[ beeping ]

- Ben: You missed.
- You are gonna pay for that.

Ben: Luckily, I know a guy...

Kickin' Hawk: ...who's gonna
kick your teeth in. Present tense.

[ grunts ]

All: [ squealing ] Bro!

Kickin' Hawk: [ squawking ]

[ muroids squealing ]

No!
Come back, you cowards!

[ door buzzes ]

Oh! You're gonna pay
for that, too, chump!

Kickin' Hawk: [ squawks ]

Wa?

Kickin' Hawk: [ squawks ]

You...
are...

so...
obnoxious!

[ groaning ] Bro.

Kickin' Hawk: Me and blasters
are usually a bad mix.

But Ogia and blasters are even worse.

The land has been kind.

Despite our losses, the
harvest is plentiful.

Blanko, without
tradition, you are nothing.

But without you, tradition
itself could not have survived.

Rook: Then tradition and I are even.

Come back next harvest, son.

But, please, keep your friend
very, very far from here.

- Rook: Of course.
- Ben: Hey, look, Rook.

I'm the harvest king!

[ both laugh ]

Rook: More like the harvest queen.

[ laughter ]

[ laughs ]

Ben: You!

[ laughs ]