03x06 - Vreedle Vreedle

[bunniefuu]

RHOMBOID:
[snoring ]

[ beeping ]

[alarm blaring ]

Huh?

Hmm?

OCTAGON:
Let me do all the
talking here, Boid.

Delicate situations such as these

require a certain
procedural acumen

in which I
happen to be well-versed.

Uhh...

Just be cool, man.

Be cool.

[ blaring continues ]

Evening, officer...or morning.

Difficult concept to determine
in space.

Is there a problem?

Now, can you see how one might
construe

that there reaction of
yours as a tad bit excessive,

if not wholly unnecessary?

Oh, I'm just as
sorry as I can be, Octagon.

You know how much I like to blow
stuff up good.

That's true.

You blow up stuff real good,
Boid.

And if my keen insight is correct,
where we're going,

you'll have ample and copious
opportunity to blow up plenty more.

[ insects chirping ]

Ship. Ship. Ship.

Attaboy.

You're a natural.

Now, think fast.

Good boy, Ship.

[shrieks ]

[growls ]

What do I keep
telling you, Boid?

If we destroy it, we won't get paid,
and that would be...

Bad.

That is correct.

There's no reason we can't do this
all nice and civilized-like.

After all, we gots the law on
our side.

The law?

Are you Plumbers?

No, ma'am.

We're repo men --
Octagon and Rhomboid Vreedle.

We're the Vreedle brothers,
ma'am,

providing quality service
for all repossession needs

throughout the galaxy.

No questions asked.

Mm-hmm.

Because we're what you call
"uncurious."

We aims to be
repossessing that there

glob of galvanic mechamorph.

- I don't understand.
- Ship.

OCTAGON:
We have here a court order

authorizing us to procure
said glob in question.

So hand it over.

Thank you kindly.

I can't read that.

Yeah, neither can we.

Be that as it may,

we presently gots ourselves a
paying job

to complete here
forthwith.

Step away from the glob.

Ship!

No tanks or missiles.

Don't want them to know how
valuable you are.

Stay away from him!

He's my pet.

She said, "stay away!"

And I says,
"blast the freak."

Ben, this is my mom's garden!

Uh, sorry.

I'll wrap this up fast with
Humongousaur.

Echo Echo.

Oh, man!

BOTH:
[laughing ]

What you gonna do,
cute-ify us to death?

Grab him, Boid.

He'll look even cuter hanging
from our rearview mirror.

One, two, three!

And stay out!

BEN:
Just a bunch of alien
mumbo jumbo.

No, it's legit,
all right.

What?

I used to do a little repo work
back in the Null Void.

So the Vreedle brothers
really do have the right

to repossess Ship?

Ship.

We're not going to let
them take you.

Somebody could use him
as a w*apon.

GWEN:
And you don't want
Julie to lose her pet, either.

Right, Ben?

Oh, sure.
That too.

That sounded sincere.

KEVIN:
I say we go right to the source

and straighten this
whole thing out.

GWEN:
You can't really read that.

KEVIN:
The High Court's on
the planet Coda Coda.

It's kind of far.

That's okay.
Ship can fly us there.

JULIE:
No!

You'll be taking him right to
whoever's after him.

How else are we supposed
to get into outer space?

Chill, people.

I've got this.

This looks like that spaceship

we borrowed from that
guy on the moon that time.

Yeah?

You told him you were
going to give it back.

And I will --

eventually.

BEN:
What's this button for?

Did I not mention this
is a rental?

[ beeping ]

BEN:
Incoming.

Now, what you want to
do is...

...that.

Thanks for staying to
guard Ship.

Ship can more than take
care of himself.

I know, but I told him
to hold back.

I didn't want those repo men to
see what he can really do.

GWEN:
Smart.

Do you think Ben really cares
what happens to Ship?

Of course he does.

You heard him.
Ship's a powerful w*apon.

But what if he wasn't
powerful?

What if he was just a regular
dog or something -- my dog?

What is it with her and
that "dog," anyway?

You guys found it on
your first date, right?

I don't think that has
anything to do with it.

Yeah? Keep thinking.

You'll get better with practice.

Kevin? Oh, please.

If it isn't about his car --
excuse me -- his "ride" --

or some alien tech,
he's pretty much oblivious.

KEVIN:
Nah, Gwen's cool, but,
you know --

On your left!

BEN:
Complicated?

Complicated.

BOTH:
Guys.

BOTH:
Girls.

We'll be taking that
there galvanic mechamorph now

and a couple of smoothies to go.

[grunts ]

She has painfully
set us on our backsides, Boid.

Mm-hmm.

She most certainly needs
aggressive blowing up.

Aak!

GWEN:
No, Ship! Don't!

Ship.

Hold it right there.

Julie!

Now I'm gonna ask
you again nicely.

Everybody back away from
the glob.

Not you!

Ship. Ship.

Aah!

Julie?

Whoa.

This is weird.

GWEN:
Julie, what is Ship doing?

[ beeping ]

Ship, no sh**ting.

Ship. Ship.

Can I blow him up
real good now, Octagon?

No, Boid.

We needs him,
or we don't get paid.

Just blow him up a little bit.

I can't even feel it.

[ chuckles ]
Wait until Ben sees this.

Okay.
Here's how it's gonna go down.

I've got loads of experience in
a courtroom setting.

As a defendant.

So just follow my lead.

Who's the hero here?

Hello?

Omnitrix bearer.

They'll listen to me before
they listen

to criminal mastermind
Kevin Levin.

Mastermind?

You should let me do all
the talking.

You do not eat children.

Yes, they are delicious,
but we have laws.

What's next on the docket,
bailiff?

A challenge to the
court-ordered repossession

of property belonging to a
galvanic mechamorph

by the name of
Baz-el.

Present, your honor,
if it please the court.

Hey, I know him.

He's the guy who left
Ship on Earth.

Once the word spread about my
property's participation

in nothing short of saving
the entire universe from eradication

by the uncouth, foul-smelling,
Highbreed --

Hey! Objection!

Sustained.

Well, how could I not wish to
reclaim what is rightfully mine?

But you gave him away.

Ship is my legal property.

Ipso facto, e pluribus unum,
he must be returned to me.

I rest my case.

And where is the property
now?

The Vreedle brothers are in
the process of retrieving it

for me, your honor.

The Vreedle brothers?!

Who in their right mind would
hire the Vreedle brothers

to bring someone back alive?!

Uh, I, um, uh, well...

How's about this one?

You okay in there,
Julie?

Great. This is fun.

Oh, this is not good.

You sure you don't want
to sh**t them?

JULIE:
Uh-huh.

Then we need a
distraction.

[ plastic popping ]

BOTH:
Ooh!

Don't I know you, son?

Don't think so, sir.

You're Kevin Levin.

Didn't I tell you the next time
I saw you in my courtroom

I'd chuck you into
the Null Void?!

No. Wait.
I-I can explain.

That's what you always say.

[ popping ]

[ both laughing ]

Oh!

Such is the fleeting
nature of all things.

Okay.
Back to blasting stuff.

Aah!

Your honor,
Baz-el basically hired a couple of

dogcatchers to take away some
poor kid's dog.

I mean, who does that?

Let me handle this.

No. I'm handling it.

We agreed.

Your honor,
I am Ben Tennyson --

the Ben Tennyson --
wielder of the Omnitrix,

savior of the universe.

I'm sure you've heard of me.

Dude, cut it out.
You're gonna get me in trouble.

Relax.

I know what I'm doing.

I need you to do me a little
favor, judgey.

Oh, I am so dead.

There's been a little
mix-up here.

Ship is part of my team now.

That's the famous
Ben Tennyson's team.

Say, ever seen an Omnitrix up
close before, judge?

Humongousaur!

Well...

Uh-oh.

It still didn't hurt.

Oh, yeah?

Slap the boot on him, Boid.

Ship?

Are you okay?

Ship?!

What's wrong?

They did something to Ship.

I can't move.

[gasps ]

[grunts ]

Careful...

unless you're right sure your
powered-down friend here

can still take a hit.

Never in all my days.

We are so, so sorry,
your honor, your Excellency,

your -- quick, Tennyson,
what's another big word?

Judge Domstol -- Dom.

May I call you "Dom"?

These things can happen when
you're chosen to bear

the awesome responsibility of
the Omnitrix.

I am not going back to
the Null Void, Tennyson.

The court rules in favor of...

...Ben Tennyson.

What?!

What?!

There is no reason
the wielder of the Omnitrix

should have to bother himself
with petty matters such as this.

I apologize for wasting your time,
Mr. Tennyson.

It's all good.

The warrant for the return of
Mr. Baz-el's property is rescinded.

Baz-el is hereby ordered to call
off his agents.

Of course, your honor.

Anything you say, your honor.

Levin...

Ow.

I [clears throat]
I don't suppose

you fellows can give me
a lift to Earth?

And now, if you will excuse us,

we'll be moseying along,

since there ain't nothing
you can do to --

This is a predicament I did not
anticipate.

Stand down.

Cease and desist.

You are no longer in my employ.

Huh?

He's not gonna pay you.

Not gonna pay us?

[sighs ]

Remember when we talked about
you overreacting?

Well, one could consider this
particular occasion

also qualifying as such!

I'm sorry.

"Sorry" don't get us paid.

Now we got to try and sell it on
the black market.

Ben.

Julie's in there?

What did they do to her?

They froze Ship
somehow.

Repo boot.

I know how to get them off.

This does not surprise me.

I'll stall them.

[ beep]

Goop.

Nah-nah!

Is that all you got?

Help!

Strategy.

That is exceedingly nasty.

Excuse me?

Well, would you look
at the time?

Are we running?

No, sir.

What we are doing is what you
call retreating.

I want to retreat
with you.

They won't be back.

[ beeping ]

Julie.

Ben.

That was something.

Ship.

You went halfway
across the galaxy

just to save Ship, so I know you
really do care about him...and me.

But I won't make a big deal
about it

and embarrass you in
front of your friends.

Too late.

How long do you think before
they're selling smoothies again?

GWEN:
You amaze me sometimes.

Ship. Ship.

Goodness, that's stressful.

Well, you certainly didn't think
I was going to regenerate

with those dreadful Vreedle
brothers still about, did you?

I'm glad you're all right,

Mr. Baz-el, but, um --

Ship.

Oh, very well.

Keep him.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah. Thanks.

But, you know, it kind of feels
like you're putting a lot of

pressure on our relationship.

It's just a dog, Ben.