04x03 - O Mother, Where Art Thou?

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04x03 - O Mother, Where Art Thou?

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[expl*si*n]

Octagon: [cackles]

It is true what they say, Boid.

Museums provide an edifying and
uplifting cultural experience.

Rhomboid: Sure uplifted us
some quality preowned weapons.

[Tires screech]

Ben: The Vreedle Brothers?!

Both: Ben Tennyson?!

Rook: Why are you yelling
each other's names?

Rhomboid: Well, he started it.

[Grunts]

[Beep]

Octagon: Whoa!

[Cellphone ringing]

You gonna get that?

[Cellphone beeps]

Ben?

Four Arms: Can't really talk now, Mom.
I've kind of got my hands full.

Octagon: Aw, it's your mama.
You forget to clean your room?

Ha ha!

Four Arms: [grunts]

Octagon: [grunts]

Four Arms: Hands not so full now.
What's up?

Rook: [grunts]

Four Arms: Mom, later.
Gotta go!

Rook: [grunting]

Rhomboid: Gonna blow you up real good.

How does this work again, Octagon?

Octagon: Pull the pin and toss it.

[Both gasp]

Rook: [grunts]

Rhomboid: [grunts]

Hmm.
I think it's a dud.

Octagon: Unfortunately, Boid,
it is the part you've retained

what does the exploding.

[expl*si*n]

♪ 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 ♪

[Both grunt]

[Cellphone rings, beeps]

Ben: Mom, hi.
Uh, sorry about before.

You didn't forget, did you?
You're coming home for dinner?

Ben: Yes.
I've just been buried in work.

Ooh, be sure to bring that
nice Rook with you again.

He loves my cooking.

Ben: That makes one of us ...

I mean, both of us ...
very happy. See you soon.

[Cellphone beeps]

Rook: It appears we have met
the Vreedles for the last time.

Ben: Don't count on it.

[Frogs croaking]

[Rooster crows]

Rhomboid: Whoo!

Man, we got blowed up real good, huh?

Which begs the question ... how
come we's still alive and such?

Octagon: 'Cause whenever we
get blowed up or otherwise perish,

our memories and whatnot
gets transferred into freshly

cloned... um...
clones such as ourselves.

Rhomboid: Modern technology
is indeed a marvel.

Ma: 'Bout time you two showed
up for dinner.


Real nice...

keeping your poor starving baby
brothers a-waitin'.


[Grunts]

Ma: Now make yourselves
useful for a change and keep an

eye on my pretty boys while
I fetch the grub.

[Laughs]

Big brothers.

Rhomboid: Why they looking at
us all funny-like, Octagon?

Octagon: I believe they
regard us as role models, Boid,

and them's expressions of deep
respect.

Ow!

Rhomboid: Hey, now!

[Indistinct shouting, Laughter]

Rhomboid: Huh?

[Laughter]

Octagon: [grunts]

Respect can be conveyed in any
number of different ways.

Rhomboid: M-a-a-a-a-a!

Ma: You boys play nice, you hear?!
Dinner's a-comin'.


[Bell dings]

Dinner's just about ready.

Ben: And I'll bet it's extra
healthy, as in extra [gags]...

Ben, you'll be happy to know
I made your favorite.

Ben: Chili fries?

Yes, but without the chili or
the fries.

This is a steamed tofu and wheat

germ lightly drizzled with an
algae puree.

Rook: As always, your
unconventional Earth cuisine is

multi-textured and scrumptious,
Mrs. Tennyson.

[Chomping]

Ben: Mm-hmm.

Ma: Gives me a warm feeling
to see how much you pretty boys


love your ma's cooking.
Dig in!

[All chomping]

Quit hogging all the grub!
You ought to be ashamed, taking

food out of the mouths of your
baby brothers!

Both: Sorry, Ma.

Ma: You're sorry, all right ...
couple of sorry

disappointments, and you know why?

Octagon: Um... because our
hygiene isn't what you would

call "up to community standards"?

Ma: No!
On account of you're the

poorest excuses for
criminals I ever seen!

But 'tain't all your fault,
seeing as there's only two of

you and only one brain
betweens you both.

Octagon: Boid, what ma just
articulated has made

a light bulb go off in my head.

Rhomboid: Uh, I don't see no
light in there, Octagon.

Octagon: I means to say she is correct.

g*ng-wise, we are deficient to
the tune of one.

Now, if we was to procure us a
third member ...

Rhomboid: I wouldn't trust
nobody that wasn't kin.

Octagon: Look around.
We're lousy with kin.

Just needs to swipe one of these
pretty boys and make him one of us.


Rhomboid: You see, now, that is such

a dumb idea, I should've
come up with it myself.

[Chomping]

Octagon: Bye, Ma.
Hate to not eat and run.

Ma: Hold it right there.
Where's my kiss goodbye?

Octagon: [smooches]

Uh, Boid here's got a
touch of gassy indigestion

from the heady aroma
of your delicious grub.

Rhomboid: [burps]
Ohh. Pardon.

[Smooches]

Ma: they ain't the sharpest clones
in the chamber ... that's for darn sure.

Rhomboid: You don't reckon
Ma's gonna be a mite perturbed


when she finds out what we've done?
- Octagon: Highly unlikely, Boid.

She got so many pretty boys, she
won't never notice one missing.

Rook: [chomping]

[Beep]

Magister Patelliday on the
emergency frequency.

Ben: Tell me you need us
right away ... please.

Urgency!
On a rampage!


Destroying the whole ...
Aah!


[Beep]

Ben: Mom, we have to go save
the universe or something!

Give me a minute and I'll
wrap up your leftovers!

[Door closes]

That's okay!
I'll bring them to you!

What are mothers for?

Aah!

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

Ma: [grunts]

Where is he?

Fork him over now, or I'll rip
y'all limb from limb!

Ben: Ma Vreedle?!
- Ma: You.

[Grunts]

[Beep]

Bloxx! Yes.
Good choice, Omnitrix.

Ma: Not after I knock your block off.

Bloxx: [grunts]

Ma: Now you done did it.

You done made me mad.

Bloxx: [grunts]

Ma: My boys mean everything to me.

Bloxx: It was an accident.
They blew themselves up ... like always.

Ma: They?
Who we talking 'bout here?

Bloxx: Octagon and Rhomboid.

Ma: I don't give a hoot 'bout
them overcloned no-accounts.

I'm talking 'bout my pretty boy.
One's gone missing.

I can assure you, ma'am,
the Plumbers don't have


your pretty boy.
- Ma: Oh, I knows that!

I want you to find him for me.
You're the law, ain't you?

[Beep]

Ben: Wait, wait, wait.

Are you saying you're here to
report a crime, not commit one?

Ma: I was hoping you do-gooders
would be sensitive to the

emotional needs of a mama what's
been separated from her child!

We are obliged to provide
assistance to any resident of

the host planet who directly
requests it.

Uh... do you have a photo of
your missing boy ... I mean,

pretty boy ... ma'am?

Ma: Just look at that face.
He's one in a million...

give or take a hundred thousand or so.

Now, you find my sweet
baby, 'cause if you

don't, I'm gonna be
forced to seek restitution!

You don't get me back my son,
I'm gonna take your sun!

Ben: I don't have a son.
I'm a kid. Hello!

Ma: Oh! Not that kind of son ...
that kind of sun.

Ben: You're bluffing.

Ma Vreedle is wanted in
systems ... banned from more.

Rumor has it
she once made Vilgax cry.

Ma: I gots me a rocket
gassed up and ready

to launch a trilithium
warhead smack into that sun

of yours ... instant
negative fusion in the stellar

core followed by
quantum implosion. Boom!

Rook: Perhaps she is not bluffing.

We've got all the information
we need, Mrs. Vreedle.


Now, you try not to worry.
- Ma: You're the ones ought to

be worried iffen you
don't find my pretty boy.

Rook: She just threatened the
destruction of Earth's

life-sustaining star, and you
let her walk out of here?

[Tracking device beeping]

Textbook procedure.

By letting her go, she leads us
right to the warhead.

[Device beeps]

Rook: I am sorry I ever
doubted you, sir.

While I follow the bee to the
honey, you locate her larva.

[Cellphone ringing]

Ben: Hello?
- Ben, I'm here with your leftovers.

Ben: Sorry, Mom.
You just missed us.

[Engine revs]

Here, pretty boy!

[Whistles]

You got a better idea?

[expl*si*n]

Bellwood Bank.
Hang a uey.

[Tires squeal]

[Alarm ringing]

Rhomboid: Uh, how come we blowed up a

bank if we was robbing the candy store?

Octagon: We're what you call "multitasking."

[Chomps]

[Tires screech]

Rook: The Vreedle Brothers!

Rhomboid: Oh, are we yelling
each other's names again, Octagon?

Octagon: No, Boid.
This would be an opportune

moment to use whatever
firepower we gots left over.

Rhomboid: Whoo-hoo!
Happy to oblige.

Kickin Hawk: [squawks]

Both: [grunt]

Rook: How are you two still alive?
We witnessed your demise.

Rhomboid: We're what
you call "multitasking."

Octagon: You're confusing
your terminology, Boid.

Multitasking is the
simultaneous accomplishment

of separate and seemingly
incongruent goals,

such as my speechifying whilst
activating the expl*sive.

[Beep]

[Beeping]

Whoa!

Kickin Hawk: [screeches]

[Both grunt]

[Screeches]

[Grunts]

Kickin Hawk: [screeches]

Octagon: Pretty boy, you might be

the best thing whatever happened to us.

Rook: [groans]

What could've caused this to fall?

Kickin Hawk: Gravity. Duh.

[Cellphone ringing]

Ugh!
Bird hands! Can you?

[Cellphone beeps]

Rook: Hello?
It is Ma ... for you.

Ben: Hi, Mom.

Ma: Don't you "hi, Mom," me.
You find my pretty boy?


Ben: Not yet.
It's gonna take some time to ...

Hey, how'd you get this number?
- Ma: Internet.

You got till sundown on account
of once that sun goes down,


it'll be a whole lot harder to hit!

Rook: Earth's sun does not
actually go away at night.

It is merely the rotation of the
planet that makes it appear ...

Ben: Don't help the crazy lady!

We'll find pretty boy before sundown.

[Cellphone beeps]

We'll never find pretty boy
before sundown!

Rhomboid: Pretty boy here
is more than ready to help

us pull off our greatest
criminal undertaking ever.

Octagon: Only problem being
we are clueless as to what said

greatest criminal undertaking
ought to be.

Rhomboid: Hey, what say
we blow up something bigger

than anything ever blowed
up before, like the ...

like the entire universe
and everything in it?!

Octagon: Well, that would be
impossible, Boid.

But I do like the gist of your thinking.

An expl*si*n of immense
magnitude, however, would require

more firepower than to which the
likes of us have ready access.

Boom, boom!
Boom, boom!

Rhomboid: I think he's got to
go to the little clones' room.


No.
Mama boom boom.

Rhomboid: Ma's got to go to
the little clones' room?

Octagon: I believe he's
trying to tell us that our

mutual ma has in her possession

some kind of massively
destructive warhead.

Rhomboid: What? Y-You got
all that from "boom, boom"?

Octagon: Well, that, and
I found this receipt for it stuck

to pretty boy's lollipop.
- Rook: No sign of the missing

pretty boy and not a
word from Patelliday.

[Horn honking]

Ben: [gasps]

It's Mom ... hot on our tail!

Rook: Is she packing heavy weaponry?

Ben: Worse!
She's packing leftovers!


Hide me!

Octagon: It's Ma. Quick ...
hide pretty boy.

Ma: My poor, precious pretty boy.
No one's seen hide nor hair of him.

[Groaning]

Octagon: Hush, hush. Hush up.

[Tracking device beeping]

[Device beeping]

Bing-o-o-o-o! She's
heading this way ... fast!

Ma: An eye for an eye
and a sun for a son!

Lights out, planet Earth!

Now, the rocket and
warhead are mounted

on a moving subway train!
- Rook: Got it.

Ben: Give it up, lady!
Game over!

Ma: Oh, it ain't even started!

[Whistles]

Allow me to introduce you to my

very first batch of pretty boy clones.

They's all growed up now,
and they ain't so pretty.

They sure is big and mean!

Ben: Not as big and mean as this.

[Beep]

Ma: [laughs]

Squash that pesky little
skeeter, boys!

Ditto: Time to split!

Take that! And that!
And some of this!

Ditto : Huh. He seems to
be taking it a little too well.

[Strike!]

[Whoosh!]

[Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!]

[Whoosh!]

[Whoosh!]

[Whoosh!]

[Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!]

All: Ta-da!

Ditto: Rook, quick, hit the
deck ... now!

[Thud!]

Rook: I do not see how this is at all useful.

[Grunting]

[Creak!]

Ditto: And that is how it's done.

[Sloop!]

[Gasps]

Aah!

[g*n cocks]

[g*n whirring]

Rook: We will never reach her in time.
- Ditto: Maybe you won't.

[Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!]

Ma: [scoffs]

I got corns bigger than you.

Ditto: Hey.
We took out all your mutants.

Ditto : We can take out just one of you.

Ma: I'm not going out.
I'm going in!

You oughts to know by now that

when it comes to clones,
there's always plenty more!

[Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!]

Ditto: Aah!
- Ditto : Ow! That's my foot!

[Whistle!]

Ditto: Don't let the door
hit you on the way out!

[Beeping]

Ben: Perfect timing.

Ma: You took the words
right out of my mouth,

and as you may recall,
I don't take kindly

to anyone taking what's mine!

Yeehaw! Look at her go!

Ben: I've got to stop that
m*ssile from destroying the sun!

Come on, Omnitrix!

[Omnitrix beeps]

Ma: Stop fiddling around with
that thing and watch the show ...


last one you'll ever see!

[Splat!]

Ben: Wait. It's... a dud?
Yes!

Ma: That warhead was
quality-tested and fully

guaranteed to blow the sun
sky-high, unless...

the warhead weren't on the m*ssile!
But who could have ...

Ben: Well, there's what you might
call an unforeseen turn of events.

Ma: Octagon and Rhomboid

ain't smart enough to
pull off a heist like that.

Then again, they are dumb enough

not to know they got a powerful
live warhead on their hands.

Rhomboid: This one?
This one don't got no pin.


Octagon: Then we need a way to
make Ma's expl*sive device explode!

[Tires screech]

Rook: It is already armed
and is about to go off,

taking both of you and
the whole Earth with it!

[Both laugh]

Octagon: We don't mind getting blowed up.

Rhomboid: [chuckling]
Wouldn't hardly be the first time.

Octagon: Or the last.
- Rook: Don't be so sure.

No more Earth, no more yous!

Why am I even attempting to
reason with the Vreedle Brothers?

I have to disarm the ...
Ugh!

[Tires screech]

What is going on here?!

[Boing!]

Ma: My precious, missing pretty boy,
come here and give

your Ma mooches smooches.

[Smooches]

Ben: Mom, stay back! Run!
- Unh-unh ...

Not until somebody
tells me what this is all about.

Ma: It's about blowing up
your sorry excuse for a planet.

Can't waste my chance to finally
get rid of Ben Tennyson!

Excuse me?
Now, you listen here.

I have been cooking and calling
and chasing all over town all

day, and you think I'm
going to let you destroy the

entire planet just so you
can get rid of my son?!

Well, think again, sister!
Nobody messes with my boy!

Ben: Wow.
[Chuckling] Go, Mom.

[Beep]

[Device powers down]

Ma: Aw, I can't go putting
another mother through

the kind of agony I been in.
It ain't easy being a mother.

[Strained] Hardest job in the
world but the most rewarding, too,

when you have a son
that makes you so proud.

Ma: As for you two ...
clone-napping my pretty boy,

then stealing my warhead, to boot?

Them's the most dastardly,
low-down actions I ever seen,

and to do that to your own mother?

[Inhales deeply]

You finally done me proud!
- Octagon: I love you, Ma!

Rhomboid: This is the happiest day of my life!

Ben: You're a clone! This has
been the only day of your life!

Shh!

[Grunts]

[Both gasp]

[Chuckles]

Rhomboid: Aw, thank
you kindly, pretty boy.

[Slurp!]

Octagon: Why is it that
Rhomboid and myself have

geometrical monikers whilst
none of the pretty boys has such?

Ma: Your Pa and I only knew
but four shapes

between us, and we almost
named the two of you

"the dumb one"
and "the other dumb one."

Rhomboid: Which one am I?
- Octagon: Certainly, there

must be some kind of shape
what suits this one pretty boy.

May I suggest "Dodecahedron"?
- Ben: Mom!

Dody! Dody! Dody!

[Thwack! Splat!]

[Thwack! Splat!]

Ma: I think he likes it.

Cold but still nutritious.
- Ben: Aw, Mom!

I mean ... aww, Mom!
Thanks! You shouldn't have!

You really, really shouldn't have.

Ma: Since you done so good
taking care of pretty boy,

I'm gonna let you take
care of all the pretty boys!

All: Ma-a-a-a!
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