03x02 - Showdown, Part 2

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03x02 - Showdown, Part 2

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Dr. Psychobos: You don't
think I took precautions


to prevent you from using that
device to teleport out of here?


Did you think to prevent me
from teleporting anyone in?

[ beep ]

[ snarling ]

Ben: What do we do now?

Khyber and Malware are still out there.

Dr. Psychobos: Your entire species

is about to become extinct!

[ rumbling ]

Aaaah!

♪ 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 ♪

[ expl*si*n ]

Ben: Ugh.

Anybody else hear about a
million little bells?

Rook: Is it safe to assume
that was Malware's doing?

Obviously.
- Ben: But if Malware was on

the moon when it blew,
problem solved. Right?

No, Tennyson, I think our
problems are just beginning.

First thinker, the
defensive grid is down!

Man the particle cannons.

[ beep ]

[ whimpering ]

Aaah!

Nrg: Those rocks, they aren't rocks!

Malware. He's been scattered
over half the planet by now.

Nrg: [ sarcastically ] Wonderful.
It's raining psychopaths.

Pakmar demands satisfaction!
Pakmar demands restitution!


Pakmar demands an apology!

You, colorful-shirt-man, you
are related to that menace,

that hooligan, that qwezot
in Pakmar's marflarb!

Max: You must mean Ben.

The very one! You know
what this scoundrel has did?!

Max: Now, Mr. Pakmar, I'm
sure Ben had some reason.

Pakmar is but a simple
merchant, trying to provide for

his wife and children!

But Ben Tennyson makes this impossible!

Max: Find Ben and get him in here.

I'm not seeing Ben Tennyson
anywhere in this sector, Magister.

Max: Let me see that.
- I... can run the scans again.

Max: No.
I have a better idea.

[ beeping ]

Ben: So, what's our next
move? How do we fix this?

How should I know?
- Ben: Seriously?

You're the smartest guy in
three galaxies?

Five, actually, but who's counting?

Ben: Whatever.
You've got to know something.

Rook: Uh, if I may interrupt.

It's not like this has ever
happened before.

I'd need to examine what's left of
that moon to assess the situation.

Rook: That might have to wait.

Malware: Azmuth!

Where you gave life, I have
brought destruction!

Your favored creations are no more.

Sowing chaos doesn't take
any special talent, Malware.

If that's the best you can do,
I'm not impressed.

Malware: No, nothing I do could
ever impress you, could it, "father?"

In your eyes, I am nothing but
your failed experiment, your shame.

My only shame is that I have
been unable to heal your pain.

But it's not too late.
Give up this vendetta of yours,


and we'll work together
to make you whole.


Malware: [ roars ]

Lies!!
Even now you conspire against me!

It is too late!

Hyah!

Humungousaur: Oh!

Ugh!

Rook: [ gasps ]

My proto-tool!

Both: [ gasps ]

Malware: What a clever device.

It must have a million uses.
But I'm only interested in one.

You cannot win. Even
now, there are pieces

of my body working their
way to the planet's core.

I shall corrupt this world from
within, devouring every molecule...

until Galvan Prime becomes
planet Malware!

But, first...
I shall devour you.

Humungousaur: Ugh!

Humungousaur: [ grunting ]

Rook!
Get Azmuth out of here!

Malware: No! No one leaves!

Humungousaur: [ roars ]

[ sighs ]

Malware: Aah!

[ beep ]

Humungousaur: Ow!

[ spacecraft approaching ]

Max: Come on!

Rook: Ben! He's...
- Gwen: I've got him!

Rook: Magister, how did you...
- Max: When you didn't show up

on any scan, I figured something
was wrong, so I called Gwen.

Gwen: I'm kind of an expert
at tracking Ben's manna.

Max: How is he?
- He'll come around in a few hours.

Ben: [ coughing ]

Or now. Could be now.

Ben: Ugh.

Anybody got a mint?
My mouth tastes like Malware.

Ugh.

Fortunately, the debris from
the expl*si*n of Galvan "B" came

down over a localized area.
- Ben: That's, like, half the planet!

Yes, but the rest is unaffected.

However, it's only a matter of
hours until Malware's feelers

reach the planet's core.
Once that happens, there will be

no way to stop him from absorbing
and corrupting everything.

Malware himself will become a living

planet, and a heavily
armed one, at that.

Uncool.
- Definitely uncool.

Kevin: Absolutely uncool.
So, what's the plan?

I designed Galvan Prime with
a series of firewalls to insulate

sections of the planet from each
other in case of a viral att*ck.


If we can activate the disrupter
fields in these firewalls, we

should be able to prevent Malware
from reaching the core... briefly.

Ben: Briefly?
- I'll know more once Rook,

Gwen, and I return from
what's left of Galvan "B".

There must be some answers up there.

Kevin: For a supergenius,
that's not a very inspiring plan.

Gwen: Have you got a better plan?
- Kevin: Just sayin'...

Ben: You said, "if we
activate the firewalls."

There's something you're not
telling us, isn't there?

I was getting to it.

The firewall controls were
damaged by the shockwave.

The central relay station is here,
on the edge of the red zone.

Ben: So, you need us
to keep Malware busy

while the wonder twins
here fix the controls.

We might possibly
resent that reference.

If we knew what it meant.
- Ben: You and me together again, huh?

Kevin: How come every time you
say that, I end up getting sh*t at?

Max: Are you sure you don't
have any bigger jetpacks?

Oh! Oho ho ha!

Malware is just ahead.

There's a security garrison here
that may help us...

if there's anyone left.
- Ben: Love that sunny outlook.

Kevin: Hey, don't go getting
any ideas about my girl.

Rook: Not to worry. Gwen is only
attractive by human standards.

Gwen: Um...
- Ben: It's true.

I've seen Rook's homeworld.
No comparison.

Gwen: I am sitting right here.

Kevin: So, to him, Gwen's like
what, an orangutan with glasses?

Ben: [ laughs ]

[ gasps ]

Gwen: Love ya. Bye.

Kevin: Any time now, Tennyson!

Ben: I'm trying to dial in a flyer!

Kevin: Haven't you figured
that thing out yet?

Ben: Whoa!

[ beep ]

Kevin: Ugh!

Way Big: Way Big?

Kevin: Aaaah!

Ow!

What happened to Malware?

Did he soak into the
ground or something?

Way Big: Beats me.
Maybe I splattered him.

Kevin: Nah.
It's never that easy.

Way Big: Go muster the troops.
I'll keep an eye out for Malware.

Kevin: [ grunting ]

On it.

[ growling ]

[ crickets chirping ]

Max: Well?
- I've seen worse.

Hmm.
But this is at least top five.

Uh, bottom five.

Way Big: Gotcha!

[ laughs ]

Ew!

Gross!

Whoa!

[ growling ]

Kevin: [ grunting ]

Come on, cut it out, will ya?

We need it for the copper.
- And your belt buckle.

Max: What? Why would you
possibly need my belt buckle?

[ clears throat ]

Would all the geniuses in the
room kindly raise your hands?


Max: [ sighing ]
All right, fine.

[ buckle clinking ]

And your shoelaces.

Malware: You returned to face me
again, after I nearly destroyed you?

You are a fool, Ben Tennyson!

Way Big: Yeah?
Well, it takes one to know one.

Hyah!

[ expl*si*n in distance ]

Kevin: Huh?

[ whimpering ]

They seem to be in
remarkably good condition.

Yes, I think I can work with these.

Do either of you have any
pocket change?

Way Big: [ grunting ]

Aaah!

Malware: Do you see how your
loyalty to Azmuth is repaid?

Way Big: [ grunting ]

Malware: Only despair and
utter destruction await you.

Even now, part of me nears the core.

Max: Guys, we're almost out of time!

Plenty of time!
- We're done.

Max: Well... turn it on!

[ gasps ]

Malware: What?!
No! Impossible!

[ grunting ]

No-o-o!

This is far from over, Tennyson.

Your friends have only
delayed their fate!

But as for you...
your journey ends here.

Kevin: Ben!

Malware: [ roaring ]

[ beep ]

Ben: Wh... I'm home?
How'd I get here?

Young Gwen: I like school, but we
probably learn more with grandpa Max.


Ben: [ sarcastically ]
Oh, great. More time travel.

Young Gwen: Go on, say it.

[ imitating Ben ] You like school?
What a dweeb!

Max: You've been quiet, kiddo.
- Young Ben: Yeah, I guess.

Max: You've been through
a lot the past few days.

Go on in and rest up.
You'll feel better.


Young Gwen: Grandpa, is Ben
gonna be okay?


Max: Yeah. Give him time.

I come , light-years, and
I don't even get a formal greeting?

Young Ben: Oh. Hey, Azmuth.

Ben: Wait, I remember this...
but from a lower angle.

So, how is my greatest invention?

You haven't blown it apart or
dropped it in the toilet or anything?

Young Ben: No, I guess not.
- You know, you've been doing

an awful lot of winning since you
took possession of my Omnitrix.

Young Ben: So?

"So", you don't learn anything
when you win, Ben Tennyson.

Losing this transformation you
call Feedback was hard, wasn't it?

Young Ben: Yeah. It felt like
he was a part of me.

Well, you can let that one
loss define you from now on,

or you can learn from it.

Young Ben: Did you?

Ben: Huh?
You can see me now?

Young Ben: Did you learn from it?

Ben: Yeah, that losing bites.

Young Ben: Oh.
- Ben: Look, I don't think

there's any big takeaway from
our big fail back then.

Young Ben: Guess you're
still mad at me, huh?

Ben: Dude, no, I'm mad at...

[ sighs ]

You know what?
Maybe I got to forgive you/me.

Young Ben: You do?
- Ben: Yeah. We're not losers.

b*ating ourselves up is just
doing a favor for Malware and

everyone else we ever go up against.

So from now on, let's save the
b*at-downs for the bad guys. Deal?

[ beep ]

[ crowd screaming ]

[ thundering footsteps ]

Malware: [ growling ]

[ expl*si*n ]

Kevin: Uh, Ben?

Feedback: Hey, everybody!
Did you miss me?

Malware: The Conductoid?
Pathetic.

I destroyed you once before,

and I'm a hundred
times more powerful now!

Feedback: Now I remember
why I liked this guy.

Feedback rules!

[ electricity crackles ]

Malware: Aaah!

Feedback: Hyah!

Kevin: Aah!

[ groans ]

[ whimpering ]

Kevin: Aw, poor dumb Mutt.

Feedback: Ugh.

I'm not making a dent in this creep.

And sooner or later,
I'm gonna run out of gas.

[ roaring overhead ]

Malware: No! This cannot be!
I destroyed them all! No!

[ snarls ]

Kevin: You're welcome.

Whoo! Yeah!
That's more like it!

[ snarls ]

Kevin: Ugh!

Aah!

Whoa! Good doggy!

Feedback: There's got to be
some way to take this chump out

once and for all.
- Might I suggest these?

Malware: Aah!

Feedback: The Mechamorphs!
That was you?

Once the helixes were
repaired, it was a small matter

to re-energize the Mechamorphs.
And I believe there's more than

enough energy remaining
for your purposes.

Feedback: Then
let's turn on the power!

Malware: Curse you, Ben Tennyson!

[ electricity crackles ]

Aah!

[ beeping ]

Feedback: Ugh.

Ben: Now, that was a total rush.

[ crowd cheers ]

Okay, Azmuth, I guess
we'll be going now.

Yes, yes, goodbye,
Ben Tennyson.

Ben: Come on!
Not even a "thank you?"

You expect me to put
on some humiliating display

of gratitude every time
you save a planet or two?

Who has that kind of time?
- Ben: You're welcome.

Kevin:[ whistles ]

[ barking ]

Ben: We're taking in another stray?

Kevin: [ sarcastically ] Funny.
She's kind of growing on me.

Gwen: It's a girl?
- Kevin: You really didn't pay

attention in health class, did you?

Max: Don't ask.
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