Ben:
don't think I can take this much
longer.
Max: Just hold on.
Almost there.
Ben: Can't...Breathe.
Max: Ben, don't give up on me
now.
Ben:
Got to get out of here.
Going hero.
Max: No, you're not.
Save the drama, will you,
please?
I just need to make sure this
tux fits.
Ben:
Gwen: Better loosen that
bow tie, grandpa.
Ben's brain needs all the oxygen
it can get.
Ben:
The only thing worse than going
to a stupid, old, boring
wedding is being in a stupid,
old, boring wedding.
Why can't they find someone else
to be the ring bearer?
Max: It's only for one
weekend.
You'll live.
Gwen: I'm glad we're here.
I've never been a flower girl
before.
Max: This tuxedo is a family
heirloom.
It was mine when I was a kid.
Then your dad wore it, and now
you.
Ben: Oh, lucky me.
Max: Just be careful with it,
please.
Gwen: Smile and say,
"megadweeb."
Ben: Noooo!
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device did what it did ¶
¶ and stuck itself upon his
wrist with secrets that it hid ¶
¶ now he's got superpowers
¶ he's no ordinary kid
¶ he's Ben
¶ Ben
¶ so, if you see him, you
might be in for a big surprise ¶
¶ he'll turn into an alien
before your very eyes ¶
¶ he's slimy, creepy, fast, and
strong ¶
¶ he's every shape and size
¶ he's Ben
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¶ armed with powers, he's on
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¶ fighting off evil from earth
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Ben: Ugh, look at this dump.
Makes you want to hurl, doesn't
it?
Uncle Max.
Max: Joel.
And this must be Camille.
Congratulations.
I'm so glad you're here.
Maybe you can talk some sense
into my parents.
Max: Why?
What's the problem?
Max.
Max: Betty Jean, Gordon.
Ah, Max, we're so glad you're
here.
Maybe you can talk some sense
into these kids.
Max: What's going on?
Ah, they don't know what
they're doing.
This whole wedding is a terrible
mistake.
Max: The whole wedding's a
terrible mistake?
See?
Listen to your uncle Max.
Now, Gordon, the kids are
grown-ups.
Who are we to get in the way?
These are my parents --
Mr. and Mrs. mann.
I'm sorry we had to meet
under such awkward
circumstances.
Both: So are we.
Ben: Maybe this won't be so
boring after all.
Uncle Max, this has been a
nightmare -- not just the
families.
The wedding dress got lost, the
photographer's camera got
smashed, all the flowers up and
d*ed.
Everything's going wrong.
Max: don't worry.
I'm sure it'll all work out.
Gwen: Excuse me for
interrupting, but I'm Gwen, the
flower girl, and I have a few
questions.
Does the flower-girl dress match
with the other bridesmaids?
Who designed the dresses?
What color are the corsages?
Oh, I'm sorry, Gwen.
Didn't you hear?
Camille's little cousin Lucy was
able to make it after all.
But thanks for standing in for
us.
Ben: Oh, please tell me you
got another ring bearer, too.
Uh, no, nothing changes for
you -- except for who you'll
dance with at the reception.
Ben: Dance?
I don't know how to dance.
I guess you'd better learn,
then.
don't want to look like a
megadweeb out there in front of
everybody.
Ben:
Gwen: It's too quiet.
Where's Ben?
Max: I think he said
something about going downstairs
to take a dip in the lake.
Ben: It's okay.
I'm the official food taster.
Yeah.
Keep up the good work.
Ahh!
Ahhh!
Now to deliver a wedding
present they'll never forget.
Ben: No swimming?
Now what am I supposed to do for
fun?
Cannonbolt: Oh, yeah, it's
scary being this good.
Uh-oh.
This isn't working.
I need water -- lots and lots
of...
Cannonbolt cannonball!
Boy, the lifeguards around here
are really strict.
An arburian pelarota.
An alien wedding crasher.
Who sent you?
Cannonbolt: Nobody, I swear.
I don't even want to be here.
What is going on?
This alien was trying to ruin
the wedding.
I was trying to save the
wedding.
Max: Uh, it seems like he's
telling the truth.
Still, better not take the
chance.
You know aliens -- can't trust
any of them.
Gwen: Camouphlat vaporis.
He's getting away! Blast him!
Put those things away.
This is a wedding, not a
sh**ting range.
But that thing is still out
there.
It doesn't matter.
We want you to promise, no more
weapons for the rest of the
weekend.
Cannonbolt: Hey, where'd he
go?
Cannonbolt: Huh?
Ooh!
Ugh!
Ben: Wah! Ugh!
I hate weddings.
Max: I guess I forgot to
mention that the groom's parents
were plumbers and the bride and
her family are aliens, huh?
Gwen: Aliens?
They don't look like aliens.
Max: They're just in disguise
for the wedding.
Actually, they're some of the
toughest, nastiest, meanest
beings in the galaxy.
We call them "sludge puppies."
The plumbers and the sludges
have been going at it for
generations.
But a few years ago, their
children, Joel and Camille, met
and become close.
A truce was forged from that
single relationship.
This is the first-ever marriage
between a mud alien and a
human.
It could put an end to years of
fighting.
Ben: And someone doesn't want
that to happen.
Max: We'd better keep our
eyes open.
Something tells me the trouble
is just starting.
I'm so excited about being
the flower girl.
Do you know we get to dance in
front of everyone?
Isn't that great?
Ben: Yeah, great.
Gwen: I should just let you
squirm, but I took cotillion for
three years.
Cotillion?
It means -- oh, never mind.
I know how to dance.
I can teach you.
Ben: Yeah, I'll think about
it.
Not!
Camille, I am not letting you
marry any filthy human without a
fight.
It's my ex-boyfriend!
How'd he find out about the
wedding?
Ben: That'd be the thing that
att*cked me last night.
It's payback time.
Without our gear, we're
sitting ducks.
If I can't have Camille, then
neither can you, you meat
puppet.
Diamondhead: Back off,
dirtbag.
A petrosapien.
What are you doing here?
Diamondhead: Uh, friend of
the groom?
Then you're no friend of
mine.
Diamondhead: Uh-oh.
Ooh!
Oh!
Gotcha!
Ahhh!
Diamondhead: Sorry, lady.
I thought you were a butt-ugly
alien.
Diamondhead: Ew, yuck.
Max: It was a dirty job, but
somebody had to do it.
We are not canceling my
wedding.
Civilians will be at the
wedding tomorrow.
What if there's another alien
att*ck?
Ben: Well, maybe just put it
off until, say, after the
summer?
That should give you plenty of
time to find another ring
bearer.
At least let us bring our
plumber gear.
No. No weapons.
Everyone, relax.
There's no need for weapons now.
It's all over.
Max: I wish I could believe
that.
Gwen: You look like your
underwear is too tight.
Ben: Wa-a-a-h!
Oof!
Ha, very funny.
Now buzz off.
Gwen: You trust me to help
kick alien butt.
Why won't you trust me to teach
you how to dance?
Ben: 'Cause you're probably
just gonna trick me into looking
like some dancing doofus.
Gwen: You don't need my help
to dance like a doofus, so get
over yourself and give me your
hands.
Most important thing is don't
step on her toes.
Ben: Ugh.
This is so gross.
Gwen: Like I don't know that?
Now just count.
One, two.
One, two.
Forward, back.
Forward, back.
Ben: Hey, I'm dancing.
Max: Oh, that is so sweet.
Both: Grandpa!
Gwen: Ow!
Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here to witness the
union between Joel and Camille.
Ben:
Max: I am so proud.
Just look at that tux.
This young bride and groom
are an inspiration.
They remind us that love
conquers all.
If anyone has a reason why these
two should not wed, let them
speak now or forever hold --
yeah, we have something to
say.
This wedding and every human
here are about to be canceled.
Mom, dad, what are you doing?
Putting an end to this once
and for all.
Ben: It was her mom and dad
behind the dirty tricks all
along.
What did I tell you?
Once a sludge, always a sludge.
Max: They set up the
ex-boyfriend to take the fall
and keep suspicion off of
themselves.
There will be no wedding and
no truce.
But you said you liked me.
We lied.
Stop it.
No!
Stay out of this, Camille.
This is for your own good.
Heatblast: Oh, yeah.
I'm all fired up.
Another wedding crasher.
Why'd we even bother with
invitations?
Gwen: Stingu invisibus!
Ahhh!
What do we do?
We're defenseless.
Max: Not quite.
You promised to leave the
plumber gear at home.
I didn't.
Ha! Just like the old days.
Gwen: Ahhh!
Heatblast: Aren't you guys a
little old to be playing with
mud?
This is my special day, and
nobody is going to ruin it --
especially not my family.
She is gonna be my wife.
We're sorry that we've been
so tough on you, Camille.
Can you ever forgive us?
Of course.
That's what family is for.
Look out!
Gwen: Grandpa!
Gwen: Where's Ben?
And my parents?
Heatblast: Bringing the heat.
Ugh!
Irritating pest.
Must be from the groom's side of
the family.
We'll teach you to muck up
our family business.
You've been a bad little
alien.
We're putting you down for a
nap -- a dirt nap.
Little big for the wedding
cake...
But it's the thought that
counts.
I now pronounce you man and
wife.
Ben: Yep, best wedding ever.
Ben: Huh?
Yah!
04x04 - Big Fat Alien Wedding
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Ben is a 10-year-old who discovers a magical device that can turn him into 10 different alien heroes, each with its own unique abilities.
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