03x10 - Evil's Encore

[bunniefuu]

Such skill.
Who else could perform such

a delicate operation and under
these primitive conditions?

[ higher-pitched voice ] It's just
a travesty he's so underappreciated.

[ normal voice ] Now, now.
The respect of you,

my peers, is all that I require ...

that and the complete and utter
destruction of the Plumbers,

especially that snot-nosed
punk, Ben Tennyson!

[ deep voice ] Well, it's an
honor just to watch you work.

[ higher-pitched voice ]
You are a true genius, Dr. Animo.

[ normal voice ] Oh, do go on.

Get lost, Tennyson!

You're jeopardizing
the entire operation!

Can't you see how important my work is?!

[ yawns ]

Dr. Animo: That's right, hero.

Pay no attention to "crazy" Dr. Animo.

He's no thr*at...

No thr*at at all!

[ laughs maniacally ]

♪ 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 ♪

Dr. Animo: Soon, I will use
the Plumbers' own headquarters

to cast a glorious mutant
glow over the entire planet.

Oh, I know what you're thinking.

"Dr. Animo, isn't this the same plan
that Tennyson foiled years ago?"

How dare you question me?!

Don't you think I've learned
from my past mistakes?

Well, I have!

I remember it all like
it was only yesterday...

- Gwen: There it is.
- Ben: Whoa!

Rushmore looks great.
You can't even tell it's a hologram.

Max: That's because it's not.

Since you fought malware here, the
reconstruction has been finished.

Gwen: If we keep Ben away from
it, everything should be fine.

Ben: Hey, last time I didn't
wreck anything.

Gwen: Yeah, but the time
before that you destroyed

a beloved national monument.

Max: Eh, she does have a point, Ben.
You do overdo it sometimes.

Ben: Eh... nope, that doesn't
sound like me.

Dr. Animo: Let's not make it
too easy on them, shall we,

my long-necked beauties?

[ tires screech ]

Max: Hold on for a bit of a bump.

[ Ben, Gwen groaning ]

Ben: Enough is enough!

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Eyeguy: Oh, yeah!

That quack is about to
get an eye-full of trouble!

Max: Just keep Animo busy
until we get to Plumber HQ.

Now remember ... don't overdo it.

Gwen: Yeah, Ben.
Sometimes less is more.

Eyeguy: No, it's not!
"More" is always more.

That's why it's more!
[ laughing ] Duh!

Peek-a-boo!

[ neighing ]

Gwen: Do you need glasses or
something?

Quit messing around up there!

Eyeguy: Whoa!

[ groans ]

Gwen: Nice job, doofus.

Just what the rustbucket
needed ... a sun roof.

Max: We're here.
Everybody hold on.

Dr. Animo: Aahhhh!

Eyeguy: Hey, doc?

♪ Nah-nah-nah
nah-nah-nah ♪

[ groans ]

Whoa!
I didn't even see it coming.

Now, that's eye... ronic.

[ snorts ]

Dr. Animo: [ groans ]

[ chirping ]

Dr. Animo: Mwah!

[ beeping ]

[ roars ]

Eyeguy: Payback time!

I know what you're gonna say.

Ben: Aw, man! Without Eyeguy's
firepower, we're giraffe chow.

Max: Not necessarily.

Gwen: Yo, stretch!
Over here!

Max: Here I am.
Come and get me!

Ben: Oh, sure, after I wore it out.

Gwen: Wait. Where's Animo?
- Max: Oh, that's trouble.

[ monitor beeping ]

Dr. Animo: Time to go to
work, my children.

[ all chirping ]

[ whirring, beeping ]

Ben: What do you think
Animo's up to?

Max: I don't know, Ben.
And that's what worries me.

[ alarm blaring ]

Ben: Hey, we're not
intruders! What gives?

Max: Emergency security
shutdown ... verbal authorization.

Tennyson, Maxwell
- - - .

[ computer beeping ]

Animo.

Ben: Aah!

[ computer beeping ]

[ all grunting ]

Gwen: Ben, get your stinky
feet out of my face!

Ben: This is no day at the
beach for me, either!

Max: We're being moved
to a detention cell.

We have to make our break now!

Ben: [ straining ]
I can't reach the Omnitrix.

Max: [ straining ]
Wait. I think I can.

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Watch the claws, Ben!
Easy with the claws!

Gwen: Oh, try not to slobber
so much!

[ all groaning ]

Oh-ha-ho!
Dog drool!

Wildmutt: [ snickers ]

[ computer beeping ]

Max: The security system isn't
even responding to a manual override.

[ beeping, crackling ]

Aahhh!

Gwen: Grandpa!

Wildmutt: [ whimpers ]

Max: Aah, I'm okay, Ben.
Just a little...

Dr. Animo: Shocked?!

That little joy buzzer was
courtesy of my latest creation,

technobugs ... common earwigs
augmented with my own special

technology to give me full
control over this facility's

electronic and computer systems.

Max: Plumber headquarters
just became our enemy.

Wildmutt: [ growls ]

Max: What do you want, Animo?

Dr. Animo: Just to borrow
the Plumber satellites long

enough to blanket the Earth
with my latest transmutator ray.

Is that a problem?

Max: You'll never get
past the security code.

Dr. Animo: Oh, my technobugs are
already busy as bees working on it.

Oh, and Ben?

- # Nee-nee-nee nee-nee-nee #
- Gwen: Merchus veridactus!

Max: No time for that, Ben.

[ whimpers ]

Max: We have to get up to the
satellite master control room, asap.

[ sniffs, barks ]

Max: Yes, yes. What is it, boy?

Someone in trouble?

Magister Tennyson.
Thank goodness you're here.

Dr. Animo is in the facility.

Max: We'll get you out of there.

Wildmutt: [ growls ]

[ alarm blares ]

Ben: [ gasps ]

Don't worry about us, sir.
Tech support is on the way.

Animo is the priority.
- Ben: Yeah, priority beatdown.

Driba: Who called tech support?

Blukic: And how come you're
all cabled to the wall?

Driba: Well, there's your problem.

Gwen: Camera oblitera!

Max: Animo has the freight
platform locked up on the main floor.

Gwen: So, how are we gonna
get up there?

Ben: [ grunting ]

You had to ask.

Max: The cargo lift!

Gwen: We're too far up.
We've got nowhere to go.

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Really?
"Mr. Salad" to the rescue?

Wildvine: Don't blame me.
Blame the Omnitrix!

[ both gasp ]

[ vines straining ]

[ Max, Gwen yelling ]

[ all groaning ]

Gwen: Turning us into human
spitwads?

That seemed like a good idea to you?

Wildvine: Well, it got us up
here quick, didn't it?

[ chuckles ]
Um, do I seem taller to you guys now?

[ whirring ]

Dr. Animo: They are
annoyingly tenacious.

It appears I must be more creative

if I am going to slow them down.

Gwen: It's gonna be tough to
get to Animo in time to stop his

plan when everything between us
and him is a potential obstacle.

Max: Well, maybe Animo only
controls the systems he knows about.

Wildvine: Uh, what do you
mean, grandpa?

Max: There's a group of
drones that were decommissioned

when the base's defenses were
last upgraded.

They might not appear on the
current security grid.

With a little luck, they'll delay
Animo long enough until we get there.

[ alarm blaring ]

Wildvine: Ha!
A fire drill?

How lame can you get?
Am I right, guys?

Uh... guys?

[ both choking ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What-what's wrong?

Max: [ choking ]
The flame retardant...

designed to choke off
a fire's air supply.

Gwen: [ choking ]
And... ours.

Wildvine: Don't panic.
Wildvine will get you out of here.

Max and Gwen: [ choking ]

[ computer beeping ]

Dr. Animo: Does my genius
know no bounds?

[ beeping ]

[ computer beeping ]

Dr. Animo: Nope!
It doesn't look like it.

[ drones approaching ]

Friends of Tennyson's, I presume?

[ all choking ]

Ben: Uh, grandpa, why did the
tunnel just turn into a giant blender?

Max: It's a rapid ventilation system
to clear smoke from a potential fire.

Don't worry.
The two new Galvan techs assured

me they installed an emergency exit.

[ beeping ]

Gwen: You mean that?
- Max: Ooh, I'm beginning to

think those guys aren't the
brightest stars in the galaxy.

[ computer beeping ]

Ben: I'm gonna have to bulk
up to get past that thing.

Four Arms or maybe Way Big.
- Gwen: Step aside, overkill.

I'll show you how a little can
go a long way.

Vortress nebulae!

Max: Way to use the old
brainpan, Gwen.

Gwen: [ blows raspberry ]

Ben: [ blows raspberry ]

Dr. Animo: Did you really
believe you could win a game of

wits with Dr. Aloysius J. Animo?
- Ben: Give it up, Animo.

You're outnumbered, three against one.

Dr. Animo: Poor Benjamin.

Math never was your strong suit.

[ drones whirring ]

Max: He's commandeered
the security drones.

Dr. Animo: "Commandeered"?
No. Mutated!

I'd really like to stay
and watch your demise,

but I have pressing
matters to attend to.

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Diamondhead!
Now we're talking!

You guys stop Animo.
I'll deal with these junkyard bugs.

Dr. Animo: Any second, I will
have unlocked the Plumbers'

satellite control codes.
Finally, I can bestow my

greatest gift upon humanity ...
mass mutation!

Gwen: Don't count your mutations
before they're... mutated.

[ sighs ]

I've been hanging around Ben too long.

[ chirping ]

Max: [ grunts ]

Dr. Animo: Your efforts are futile!

You shall not defeat Dr. Animo!

Max: [ straining ] Gwen!
- Gwen: On it! Huh?

[ all chirping ]

Okay, that's way freaky.

Diamondhead: I'm guessing you guys
never got the "less is more" speech?

Gwen: Aah!

I don't even like bugs when
they're just plain bugs.

[ whirring, beeping ]

Dr. Animo: Aah!

The security code has been broken!

[ computer whirring ]

The satellites are realigning,
even as I speak.

Diamondhead: Whoa!

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Max: [ grunting ]

Dr. Animo: You're too late, Benjamin.

My transmutator ray is about to be
uploaded and beamed all over the globe.

Goodbye, h*m* Sapiens!
Hello, Animo Sapiens!

Ben: [ sarcastically ] Oh, no!
Guess I better just give up.

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Upchuck: Oh! My hand slipped.

Dr. Animo: You'll
never learn, will you?

Your alien freaks are
no match for my genius.

Whoa!

Upchuck: Ever notice you're the only
person who ever calls you a genius?

Gwen: What are you doing?!

Upchuck: Not overdoing it, you
know, like you've been saying.

Gwen: Not now! The whole
world is about to go mutant!

You got to swallow
up this problem whole!

Dr. Animo: [ grunts ]

Upchuck: [ sighs ]

I wish you guys would
make up your minds!

Dr. Animo: Nooo!!

[ satellite beeping ]

Max: The satellites are returning
to their normal positioning.

Good work, Ben.

Gwen: Finally, that big mouth
of yours came in handy.

Upchuck: Ooh, I don't feel so good.

Max: Ben, no!
You can't spit that out in here.

An expl*si*n that size could bring
the whole mountain down on top of us!

Upchuck: What do I do?!

Gwen: Ugh!

Well, toss it soon before it
comes out the wrong end!

Upchuck: [ retching ]

[ belches ]

Oh, man!

Grandpa, we're gonna need
another hologram!

[ birds chirping ]

Dr. Animo: This isn't over,
Ben Tennyson!

Ben: You'll never learn,
will you, doc?

Your twisted genius is no match
for my kick-butt aliens.

Dr. Animo: But this time...
will be different!

The ultimate retribution
against Ben Tennyson!

No detail overlooked.

Every possible contingency
accounted for.

[ chirping ]

Blukic: Ooh, snack time!

Driba: Aww!
No fair. I saw it first!

Blukic: [ chewing ]

You snooze, you lose.

Mmm-mmm!

Metallic ... my favorite flavor.

Hey, look, a prize!

Driba: [ groans ]

You lucky so-and-so.

Dr. Animo: [ thinking ]

You'll never learn, will you, doc?

Who ... who said that?!
Who?!

Very well, then you all shall
know my wrath!

[ roaring ]

Driba: What's his deal?
- Blukic: Man, beats me.

Hey, Animo, what's bugging you?

Dr. Animo: Bugging!

Bugging! Bugging! Bugging!

[ screaming ]

Bugging, bugging,
bugging! B-b-bugging!