04x08 - A Fistful of Brains

[bunniefuu]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Gasps]
[Grumbles]

Hey! Watch it, pal!
Somebody's got to pay for these!

Ugh!

[Slurps]

You wear it, you buy it.
That'll be . , buddy.

Ben: I know he's down here
somewhere.

[Growls]

[Clatter]

Ben: Albedo!
- Albedo: Nice to see you have

not lost your talent for stating
the obvious.

Rook: Ben, wait!
- Ben: Huh?

Stay back, Rook!
It's a tra... Whoa!

Rook: Ben.

♪ 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 ♪

Ben: [groans]

Where am I?

[Shrieks]

Ben: Aah!

[Panting]

And good morning to you, too!

[Roars]

[Beeping]

Ben: No... no...

Armodrillo's the Slamworm's
natural prey.

Way Big would be overkill.
Ah, what the heck.

[Beeps]

Bigger is better.

[Crash]

Aah!

[Crash]

Aah!

Hey, cut it you, you big...

worm that... slams things!

Whoa! Not good!
Not good!

Max: Put out a general scan
order on Ben.

If any Plumber patrol
finds a speck of Ben's DNA

anywhere in the galaxy,
I want to hear about it.

Rook: Magister, it could take hours
for the distant patrols to report in.

Max: Maybe so, but Azmuth
hasn't answered any of our

calls, and without his technology,
this is the best we can do.

Rook: I am sorry, sir.

Max: Don't worry, son.
We'll get him back.

[Beeping]

Rook: Data just in from a
Plumber stationed on Cancri E

indicates local sensors have
picked up Ben's DNA.

That is light-years away from Earth ...
impressive propulsion system.

Max: Can you match that speed?

Rook: It will take the proto-truk
a little longer, but not much.

Ben: Any chance you're
getting tired yet?

Okay, you asked for it, dude.

[Beeping]

It's hero time!

[Roars]

[Shrieks]

Cannonbolt: Ah, come on.
Don't give up so easily.

We were just starting to have fun.

[Growls]

Cannonbolt: Oh, I so hope
this isn't my natural predator.

- Rook: It is indeed Ben's DNA.
- Max: Toenail clippings?

Rook: I do hope this is not
all that is left of Ben.

Max: Doubt it.
If Albedo's still in Ben's form,

his DNA would be identical to Ben's.

Rook: So Albedo could have
clipped his own toenails and

left them here to lead
us on a wild moose chase.

Max: That's what
I'd do if I were him.

[Beeps]

Hmm. Another Plumber station
reporting in with a positive

indication of Ben's DNA on Gliese C.

Rook: That is
light-years from Earth.

Max: Albedo does get around,
I'll give him that.

Rook: Do you think it is a trap?

Max: Oh, I'm sure it's a trap,
but since this is the

only sign of Ben in the entire
galaxy, we don't have much choice.

Rook: And if we run into
Albedo instead of Ben...

we will be ready for him.

[Growling]

[Growls]

[Omnitrix powers down]

Ben: [gasps]

Khyber: Tennyson, welcome to
my world ... literally.

Ben: Khyber, wow.

Ego much?
- Khyber: Huh. Not at all.

It's just a little place I've
set up for testing new weapons,

torturing old enemies, or just
taking some "me" time.

Ben: I see you've got a new lap dog ...
cat ... whatever that thing is.

Khyber: A Panuncian ...
very rare and with a very, shall

we say, unique ability.

[Roars]

Ben: And, big surprise, it's
wearing your Rip-off-o-trix.

Khyber: The Nemetrix may have
started as a pale imitation of

the Omnitrix, but, well, you'll
find out about that soon enough.

First, a game.
- Ben: Wait, don't tell me.

Let me guess ...
you hunt me, and

if I survive until sundown or
whatever, you let me go.

Khyber: Oh, no.

[Chuckles]

The game continues until
you cannot.

Ben: [gulps]

Khyber: And unlike our
previous encounters, no one will

be coming to rescue you.

Ben: [scoffs]
Rescue me? Hello!

Have you been paying attention
at all, Khyber?

I'm Ben Tennyson.
I rescue other people.

Khyber: So you say.

Ben: Okay. I'll play your
stupid game, but by the end,

you'll be wishing someone
was around to rescue you.

Khyber: You have no choice in
the matter, Mr. Tennyson.

The hunt begins now.

[Beeps]
Ben: Bring it.

Ditto: Ha! Good luck...
- ...chasing all of us...

...at once.
- Pbht!

Khyber: Fascinating creature, the
Panuncian, native to the planet Hathor...

Ditto: Hey!
That's Ditto's home planet.

Khyber: ...where it's the
natural predator of the Splixson.

Ditto: Hey!
That's Ditto's species!

Khyber: Is it, now?
Ah, fancy that.

[Beeps]

[All growling]

Ditto: [gulps]

Me and my big mouths.

Ditto: Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Aah!

Aah!

[Whimpering]

Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Aah!

Whoo-hoo!

Hey!

Dude, what's with the winter
wonderland?

Don't ask me.
He was here first.

Eh? Hey, help me!
- Whoa!

"Help me?" Help you?!
- Help me!

Whoa! Whoa!
Ah! Oh! Hey!

What the...

I knew we shouldn't have taken
that left turn at Albuquerque!

[Roars]

Ditto: Yoo-hoo!

[Giggles]

Uh-Oh.

Too slow!

[Laughs]

Ooh!
I could do this all day.

[Sighs]

But not for the rest of my life.

[Sighs]

Eeny, meeny, miney ...
I mean, out goes Y-O-U!

Ah, whatever.
I don't have time for this!

[Roars]

[Roars]

Ditto: Light at the end of
the tunnel.

That's got to be good, right?
- Awesome!

Max: That's it?
That's Ben's DNA signature?

Rook: A hair.
- Max: A white hair.

That's not Ben's, it's Albedo's.

We have been on a wild goose chase.

Rook: Goose?
I believe you mean "moose."

I am sorry, sir.
This is all my fault.

I have worked with Ben
long enough to know that

when he foolishly charged
headlong into a trap,

I should have foolishly
charged after him.

Max: Then you'd both be missing.

It's no use b*ating yourself up
over what you did or didn't do.

Right now we need to focus on
finding Ben.

Rook: , Plumbers are reporting
positive local findings of Ben's DNA.

Max: [sighs]

And none of it is probably even Ben's.

Rook: I wonder if any of
these could be residual traces

of Ben himself from his many
past galactic travels.

Max: Residual traces!
That's it!

Scan for residual traces of
Tachyon-engine emissions.

If we can track those...
- Rook: We will find the ship

belonging to whomever left
the DNA samples we found.

Ditto: Missed me!

Missed me again!

[Panting]

Ditto: Nyah! Nyah!

Ah, that wasn't too smart, guys.

It was his idea.

Whoa!
Aah!

[Screaming]

Yeah, I totally meant to do that.

Aah!

Three against one?

No problem at all when
that one is Ben !

Thanks, stalactites... or
stalagmites ... you know,

whatever you are.
I always forget.

And now I'm talking to a cave.
I got to get out of here!

Whoa!

[Rumbling]

Freedom!

Aw, man!

Ben: Okay, so you guys might
have the edge on Ditto.

I don't care.
I just won't turn into Ditto.

How do you like that?
I've got tons of other aliens to

choose from, and there's nothing
you losers can do about it.

What's the matter?
Scared to face a real challenge?

Khyber: Hardly. They're
just waiting for my orders.

Ben: Let's get this game over
with, Khyber.

I can take on as many of these
predators as you can throw at me.

All I have to do is not change
into their natural prey. Duh!

Khyber: But can you take on all
of the Nemetrix predators at once?

[Whistles]

[Growling, roaring]

Max: There's nothing here.

Rook: I am % certain this
is where the trail ends.

Albedo: Dead ends.
You poor, gullible simpletons.

It must be a terrible strain for
your feeble minds to stare into

such vast, dark nothingness
knowing that what you desire is

hopelessly beyond your reach,
much like the prison you kept me in.

Max: Get to the point, Albedo.

Albedo: If you insist, Grandpa.
I am not without compassion.

Your suffering won't last nearly
as long as you allowed mine to.

[Alarm beeping]

Rook: Incoming!

Max: Robot drone ships!

Khyber: What say I let them
play with you a while?

They've earned it.

[Beeps]

After they're done, I'll grant
you a merciful end.

Ben: And all this time, I
thought you didn't like me.

Khyber: Choose wisely, Tennyson.

Whichever alien you pick
will be your last.

Ben: Now would be a really
good time for Way Big.

Astrodactyl: But at least
Astrodactyl can fly.

[Squawks]

So long, suckers!

[Squawks]

What the what?!

Whoever said the sky's the limit
never met Astrodactyl.

Khyber: [chuckles]

Astrodactyl: [squawking]

Man, just when I think this
place can't get any weirder.

[Squawks]

Dr. Psychobos, I presume.

As usual, Ben Tennyson,
you presume wrong.

Astrodactyl: [squawks]

Albedo?!

Albedo: So, you've finally
discovered ...

Astrodactyl: Enough with the
evil-genius blah-blah-blahing, Albedo!

[Squawks]

Let's just do this!

Albedo: Very well.
It's your funeral.

Ben: [grunts]

What is it with you, anyway, Albedo?
You got what you wanted.

You're a Galvan again.
So go away and live out your

little Galvan life somewhere,
away from me!

Albedo: And what? I'm supposed
to just forget the imprisonment?

The humiliation? The...
[shudders]

...chili fries?
- Ben: Um, yeah.

Chili fries are awesome.
Get over it, dude.

Albedo: [growls]

Oh, I am over it, dude.
I am beyond you, beyond all mere

mortal Galvan, beyond any other
species in the universe.

[Cackles]

Ben: You are seriously messed up,
man, for real.

Albedo: Make your little jokes.

Ben: No joke. You're
a total freak show, Albedo.

Albedo: The fact is I've already won.

My superior intellect has
anticipated any move you could

possibly make against me.

For example, your friends are

desperately searching for you
less than meters away, but

will never even know we're here
thanks to this cloaking device.

Ben: You know, for someone
who claims to be the most

intelligent being in three galaxies ...

Albedo: Five.
- Ben: Whatever.

For someone with such a big
head, you sure don't think ahead.

One cloaking device destroyed.

And I didn't even have to transform.

Albedo: [chuckles]

Perhaps you should have.

Your grey matter form might have
seen this coming.

As I said, I've already won,
Ben Tennyson, but now, thanks to

you, your friends will share your fate.

[Both gasp]

Rook: Hang on!

Max: The energy field around
that dome felt the hit.

Its intensity dipped slightly.

If we could only manage to cause
some more impacts.

Rook: If?
Consider it done.

Max: You're starting
to remind me of Ben.

Rook: I will take that as a compliment.

Albedo: Stand still, you
hyperkinetic miscreant!

Ben: Okay.
I don't know what that means,

but coming from you, I won't
take it as a compliment.

[Beeps]

Eye Guy: Oh, yeah!
The eyes have it!

Oww! My eye!

Ben: Let's try that again.

[Beeps]

Dude!

Dude.

Albedo: I can do
this all day. Can you?

Ben: Plenty more where those
came from.

Shocksquatch: Try
Shocksquatch on for size, eh?

Albedo: [hooting]

It's like you're not even trying.

Shocksquatch: [grunts]

Hey! Let me go!

Albedo: [chuckles]

If you insist.
- Shocksquatch: Ugh.

Albedo: [chuckles]

Had enough?
- Ben: Bad guys always say that.

Albedo: [chuckles]

I won't presume to speak for
others, but I always mean it.

[Chuckles]

Ben: Then why do you even
bother asking?

You ought to know by now my
answer's always going to be "no."

Albedo: True.
You are a very slow learner.

But that's, of course, to be
expected of a human's low intellect.

[Laughs]

Ben: Oh, yeah?

Well... I've been called way
worse by better people.

Albedo: Let's finish this
once and for all.

Ben: That's another one
villains use too much.

Albedo: There's nothing wrong
with the classics.

[Beeps]

Crashhopper: And there's nothing
wrong with the newbies either.

Can't catch me!
First I'm here.

Ooh! Now I'm here.

Where am I gonna be next?

How about here? Whoo!

[Giggles]

Diamondhead: But you're right, Albedo.

The classics are awesome, too!

Rook: The rupture is still not
large enough for the proto-truk.

Max: Let the old man show you
how it's done.

Ben: Had enough?

Albedo: Why do good guys
always say that?

Huh?

Max: Oh, yeah! Still got it.

Ben: [coughing]

Come on, Omnitrix.
I've been good to you, haven't I?

Don't mess with me now. [Beeps]
Get ready for a little Way Big.

Albedo: Aah!

Huh?

Feedback: I mean Feedback action!

Rook: You are finished...
once and for all!

Feedback: [laughs]

See, it's funny 'cause of the
thing he said before.

Ah, never mind.
You had to be there.

Albedo: I was there.
It's still not funny.

Feedback: You don't know
what's good.

Max: Ben, are you okay?
- Ben: Never better.

I could have held him off for
another , ... seconds.

Khyber: The three of you will
surrender now, before anyone gets hurt.

Ben: Take a look around, Khyber.

Your buddy Albedo here lost.
You've lost.

Albedo: [cackles]

Show them! Show them why
it is they who have lost!

Ben: Azmuth!