04x05 - Ben 4 Good Buddy

[bunniefuu]

Max:
It's nice being off the highway.
don't you just love the open

road?
Gwen: Not when you can't get

a radio signal.
Max: Well, then, how about a
sing-along?

¶ We'll be coming 'round the
mountain when we come ¶
¶ we'll be drivin' the rust

bucket when we come ¶
Ben: How about a
flush-along?

Toilet won't flush again.

Max: Hydraulics on.
Gwen: You're clear to flush.

And hopefully fast.
Ben: This thing can go

miles an hour, but it takes
Max: Hey, our old gal's got

character.
Ben: No, that's character.

This is the baron.
Move that piece of junk in front
of us so we can get what we came

for.
Ben: Forget coming 'round the

mountain -- we're going down it!

¶ It started when an alien
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
¶ Ben
¶ armed with powers, he's on

the case ¶
¶ fighting off evil from earth
or space ¶

¶ he'll never stop till he makes
them pay ¶
¶ 'cause he's the baddest kid to

ever save the day ¶
¶ Ben
¶ Ben

Gwen: Grandpa!

Phew.

What's up with those drivers?

Ben: Forget what's up.

They're going down.

It's time for some real

acceleration.

Ripjaws: Aw, man.

Gwen: Not a drop of water for

miles.

Max: We're getting those road

pirates.

Got him in my sights.

And he's about to be under my

wheels.

You're mine.

You can count on me, boss.

You're on my road, boy!

Max: Leave him alone!

My, my.

It seems you can't judge a

vehicle by its paint job

nowadays.

Ripjaws: Who needs water when
you've got jaws that can rip
through steel?

Aaaaah!

Ride's over, freak!

Gwen: Thanatis...
Icatis...
Exodus!

My engine's all blown!
We can still get that r.V.
For you.

I'm thinking about getting me
a different set of wheels.
Max: Good job, Gwen.

By the way, where's Ben?

Gwen: I have a pretty good
idea.
Pull over, grandpa.

Well, there's a monster in my
hot tub.
With your help, I had just

gotten away from those drivers
when I heard this splash.
Gwen: Whoa.

It's amazing in here.

Max: If you like all that
fancy-schmancy stuff.
Gwen: It's not a monster...

But he is pretty
horrific-looking.
Ben: You try finding water in

the desert.
I almost had to eat a cactus.
How'd you --

I mean, there was this creature
who came through --
Max: You know, the desert can

play tricks with your mind.
Ben: I wouldn't mind
traveling in here forever.

It's the most advanced
satellite-communications system
out there.

Wi-Fi, e-mail, Internet, and
radio.
Gwen: Wow.

-inch plasma with
channels of satellite TV.
Ben: Sweet!

Name's Lawrence wainright.
Been on the road all summer.
I figured it was time to cash in

and see the country, really get
to meet people, finally relax in
life.

No! Not my trophies!
My r.V. Has won "best in show"
in states.

So, can I treat you to dinner
for all your help?
Max: Well, I do need a place

to do some repairs.

Word around these parts is
you took down the road crew.
Ben: The road crew?

Baron highway, turbine,
road rage.
They been terrorizing good folks

on these back roads since I had
a full set of teeth.

Took my ride years ago.
Been stuck here ever since.
Max: Well, just doing our

job.
And they'll be out of a job
once the new highway opens.

No more sitting ducks on the
road for them to pluck off.
Well, hope you left room for

dessert.
Got the best ice cream this side
of the rockies.

Oh, we're wasting time!
I'm itching to do this.
Maybe that's 'cause you ain't

washed in days.
You smell more putrid than a
possum in a barrel of pickles.


Ugh, I need more ice water.
I don't feel so hot.

Gwen: Gee, think it was the
fourth trip to the sundae bar or
the fifth?

Both: don't use the ice
maker!
Ben:

Gwen: Aah!
Ben: Cold, cold, cold.

Gwen: Grandpa!

Max: Get out.
Aah!

Ben: It's hero time.

Upchuck: Let's eat!

What is that thing?!
Whatever it is, it's about to
be roadkill!

Upchuck: Ugh! Ow!
Oh, road burns!


What do you think this is, a
drive-through?!

Upchuck: An upchuck dream
come true.

Oh, great.
I'm a bottomless pit, and i
can't digest the good stuff.

Ben: Ugh! I'm stuck!
And I'm gonna be
ultra-hot-waxed!

Ben: Help!

Aa-aa-ah!
Oomph!
Aah!

Oomph.
Aaaaah!

I look okay?
Gwen: Actually, it's an

improvement.

Ooh, doggy!
The catfish are bitin' tonight.
Nitro-methane super-charged

engine and turbo-boosted.
Ooh, she probably tops out at
miles an hour.

Crank her up a bit more, will
you, darling?
I want it ready for the highway

grand opening.

Will I?

Now, this is "klass"...
With a capital "k."
Max: Police haven't seen it

anywhere.
We'll need to search high and
low.

Ben: Hey, look on the bright
side.
With the insurance money you'll

get, you could buy something
brand-new -- like that deluxe
r.V.

Max: Ben, the rust bucket's
irreplaceable.
It's got character.

It has personality.
Ben: It smells.
Gwen: It breaks down.

Max: And it's like family.
I'll search every square inch of
the southwest if I have to.

Gwen: Uh, with what, grandpa?
Everyone bailed out of here when
the road crew came back.

Everyone's afraid of them.
Hop on in.

Old wainright's letting me take
it for a quick spin 'round the
block.

Now for a little tune-up, just
to see what this baby can really

do.

Ha ha!
Get out of here!



Help! We're being robbed!

Ben: Whoa, check out this
gaming system.
It plays in h.D.

And he's got every game ever
made.
Gwen: This satellite can pick

up anything -- police alerts,
weather reports, roadside
emergency calls.

Tonight's forecast calls for
partly cloudy skies...
Flat tire on old mill road.

Robbery in place.
Escaped vehicle is some kind of
tricked-out r.V.

Downtown Augustus.
Max: "Tricked-out r.V."?
Augustus is only five miles

from here.
Max: Go!
With pleasure.

It's payback time!
Max: Darn!

Looks like we missed them.
Gwen: Let me see what else i
can pick up.

Ben: don't rush because of
me.
I'm only on level two.

This is the conductor of the
continental express.
We're under att*ck near

cross creek headed to base
to make a delivery.
Cargo in jeopardy.

Max: " " is code for a
m*ssile silo.
Gwen: It looks like there's

only one target around here big
enough to hit with a m*ssile --
the new highway.

And once it's out, there'll
be lots of traffic on the
back roads again.

Lucky for you, I know a shortcut
to cross creek.

The new highway grand-opening
ceremony is about to end with a

bang.
Max: Oh, man.
What did they do to her?

Time to barbecue up some
tailgaters.
Gwen: It's attacking us!

Max: I know you don't mean
it, girl.

Ben: Time for me to hitch a
ride.

Upgrade: Or become it.

That's quite the grandson you
got there.
Max: I know.

Mind if I drive?

Aaah!
Aaah!

Upgrade: What?
Never seen a train come alive
before?

Aah!
Take this!
Now open wide and say, "ahh."

Upgrade: Surf's up.

Uh-oh.

Max: Let's see if there's
anything useful to fight back
with.

Heated seats and a cappuccino
machine?
Gwen: I guess the rust bucket

wasn't so useless after all.
Max: I don't know how to stop

them.
Gwen: I do.
Grandpa, get ahead of them.

Aaaah!
Oomph!
Ah, dang!

Upgrade: Who needs train
tracks?
Max: Ben, stop the rust

bucket.
Gwen: I've so had enough of
you!

Chara tremmo eradico!

Let them fireworks begin.
Upgrade: All aboard!

How'd you get in here?
Ben: Forget about me getting
in.

It's you who's getting out.
Oh, yeah?
How you gonna do that, Sonny?

Ben: Uh, I knew you were
gonna ask me that.
You're too late.

These missiles are gonna launch
in seconds.
Oh, by the way, what do you

think of my new and improved
wheels?
Ben: That's it!

What's new isn't always what's
improved.

No!
Ben: You might have
tricked out the rust bucket, but

I still know all its tricks.
Who needs missiles?
I'll fire off some lasers and

crash the grand-opening ceremony
myself.
Ben: I don't think so.

I can't see a thing.

You little brat!
Ben: I know you are...
But what am I?

Ow! Ow! Ow!
Max: Nobody messes with my
ride.

Now take a seat...Or not.

Whoa!
Ben: You know, grandpa, the
rust bucket rocks.

Aah!
Ugh!
Gwen: don't think so.

And this is for what you've
done to everyone else on these
roads.

Max: Thanks for your help.
Anytime.
You took my r.V.?!

Hmm, I must have forgot to
tell you I was borrowing it.

Max: The old gal's gonna
need a lot of work.
Ben: don't worry, grandpa.

I got you covered.

Max: ¶ we'll be coming 'round
the mountain when we come ¶

¶ we'll be drivin' the rust
bucket when we come ¶
Ben: Freezer's broken again.

Oh, well.
Hey, Gwen, grab a spoon.
Max: ¶ ...When we come

¶ we'll be coming 'round the
mountain when we come ¶
¶ we'll be drivin' the rust

bucket when we co-- ¶
oomph!