Ben 10: Omniverse (2012) s01e10 Episode Script
Of Predators and Prey (2)
The sound you thought you heard perhaps your Vulpimancer form allowed you to hear tones beyond my audible range.
It can transform, so it could be anyone.
We're supposed to be cool.
I have already saved you countless times.
You want to start something? I'm going to end something.
Far too easy.
1x10 - Of Predators and Prey /part 2/ So, uh, "Khyber," is it? Love what you've done with the place.
Who knew alien skulls had so many uses? This is usually when you evil guys spell out your whole "dominate the universe" plan, which I'm sure you're dying to fill me in on.
Not really.
The truth is, the hunting equipment it's all pretty self-explanatory.
I am the ultimate predator, and you are the ultimate prey.
Huh.
Thanks.
I Dude, you so owe me a new hoodie! This souvenir is but a taste.
Your Omnitrix arm will be my greatest trophy.
Mm.
Yes.
I'm thinking of placing it on my Geochelone Aerios shell mantelpiece, right next to the Appoplexian skeleton, just above the Vulpimancer pelt.
Ben 10 he's a kid, and he wants to have fun but when you need a superhero, he gets the job done Ben 10 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 10 when lives are on the line it's hero time Ben 10 What? You think you're the first big bad who wanted to hack off my Omnitrix arm? Creeps like you have been trying and failing, by the way since I was 10.
One dude even had my Omnitrix arm crawling around the null void without me.
If you are attempting to stall for time so your partner can come swooping in to your rescue, I'm afraid you will be sorely disappointed.
We witnessed your little tiff in undertown, including the destruction of your Plumber badge.
Your revonnan friend couldn't track you here even if he wanted to.
First, your cousin and her Osmosian mate abandon you, and now Rook.
You really ought to treat your partners better, Tennyson.
Huh.
At least I don't make my partners do all the work while I take all the credit.
I mean, the mutt is clearly the brains of the operation, right? He is not a mutt.
He is an extremely well-trained anubian Baskurr.
Wearing a cheap Omnitrix wannabe.
Courtesy of an old friend of yours Malware.
Now that I have your attention it seemed Malware somehow managed to obtain crucial but flawed design specs for your Omnitrix.
He sought the aid of a Cerebrocrustacean, who was able to reverse-engineer a workable facsimile the Nemetrix.
It was only missing one critical element predator DNA.
So, naturally, they sought out the greatest huntsman in the galaxy.
Yeah? Who was that? One more remark like that, child, and I will collect that smart tongue of yours.
I hunted down all the fiercest, most savage predators in the galaxy and procured their DNA for the Nemetrix.
All that was left to do then was find a willing test subject to wield the device for us.
A fortunately, there was no shortage of candidates to be found in the null void willing or unwilling.
Sure you don't want to join us, pumpkin? The salmon are biting.
I'm trying to get the hang of my powers, grandpa.
I don't have time for fly-fishing.
How about Stinkfly-fishing? Have a nice trip.
See you next fall.
All right, you two, knock it off! - She started it! - He started it! Nuh-unh! He started it! - She started it! - He started it! - She started it.
- Nuh-unh! He did! - You wish! - Why would I wish that? Uh, hold that thought.
It's hero time! Correction it's heroes time! Hello? Alien hero in the house, Gwen! I don't need any backup! Yeah, okay.
Maybe little backup.
Or even better, some Feedbackup.
Don't you ever get tired of that alien? Why would I when you can do this? You all right, Ben? Whoa! Grandpa! Uh, guy? You get that you're beating yourself up, right? I think its brain went bye-bye.
- Phil? - Your old Plumber partner? What's he doing here? - How did he escape the null void? - And, more important, has he always secretly been a giant, ravenous spider-monster thing? Questions later.
Right now, he needs our help.
That attack by Phil way back when I was 11 that was you testing out the Nemetrix.
A test which eventually proved a failure.
Alas, a higher-functioning creature such as a "Phil" could not handle the savage feral nature of the Nemetrix.
So you let Fido here get his paws dirty for you instead.
Fido, as you call him being feral himself, has no higher function than absolute loyalty.
He'd have to be lacking in higher function to be loyal to you.
You would do well to show respect to the greatest - huntsman in the galaxy.
- If you're so great, how come it took you five years to capture me, huh? It took Vilgax like five minutes.
I could destroy you now! But I would lose my bargaining power with my associates.
You really ought to watch that temper.
Get ready to throw down with Humungousaur! Let me tell you somethin', self-proclaimed greatest huntsman in the galaxy Rath is not Humungousaur, but Rath is gonna make youumungou-sorry! Really? You want a piece of me, puppy dog? Then it's go time, man! Enough playing.
He's mine.
Listen here, you dog-loving, Omnitrix-copying pain in my butt! Rath is declaring this Khyber the huntsman hunting season! As you can see, I have already taken advantage of Appoplexian hunting season.
Khyber season! Rath season.
Khyber season! Rath season.
Khyber sea What did you Hephaestan neuro grip.
Useful for subduing all manner of prey.
My partners are just going to have to take you in pieces.
Hold still now.
This won't hurt for long.
Surprise! Took you long enough! I had this guy telling me his whole life story, trying to buy time till you decided to waltz in.
I do not know how "to waltz".
However, my Earth-culture text did make mention of a dance called - Skip it.
- I do not know how "to skip", either.
Ooh! Earth expressions? Bingo.
Also an expression.
No.
Impossible.
This ship is completely untraceable.
A good hunter always hides his tracks.
I think I did a pretty good job hiding mine.
But I in undertown, I saw you crush This empty carbonated-beverage container? Yep.
Rook's been tracking me the whole time.
We staged our little fight to throw you off the scent.
Not too shabby an acting job, there, partner.
- I was not acting.
- Wait.
So you actually meant all that stuff you said about always having to save my butt? - You mean like I did just now? - That was the plan! I let him capture me so you could track me back to his ship.
This doesn't count as a rescue.
- Although, technically - Zip it, skull face! That is no way to address the greatest huntsman in the galaxy! Dude, you're not even the greatest huntsman in this room.
You don't recognize a trap when you see one? Apparently, neither do you.
I believe the Earth expression is "playing possum.
" And I believe the Ben expression is "it's hero time!" Wait! Ben! Remember that Crabdozer is the natural predator of a Pyronite.
So you do not want to turn into Heatblast.
Right.
But since this new Omnitrix never gives me the alien I want, I should try to turn into Heatblast.
Aw, man! Seriously? The Omnitrix, if you please.
That thing's even uglier on the inside.
But as long as the Omnitrix is giving me what I want for a change, let's get me some Humungousaur! Uh why am I not surprised? Oh, yeah! It's hammer time! Ben! Behind you! - Thanks, partner.
- For saving you? That was only a warning.
Doesn't count.
This is a save.
Still think I can't survive on my own? I suppose you are safe in your current alien form so long as it doesn't turn into that.
Oh, that can't be good.
Stop Khyber.
He has some kind of whistle that controls his dog.
Where did he He is on the bridge! Make it snappy, will ya? I'm facing my natural predator here! You might want to consider switching to another alien form.
Oh, yeah.
Good idea.
But that wasn't a save! It was advice! Okay?! All right.
Here we go, Humungousaur! Here we go! Eh.
Could have been worse.
And at least you're not Stinkfly's predator.
Whoa! Well, that was easier than I thought.
- Excellent work, old friend.
- It would appear, Khyber, that the hunter has become the hunted! That is not a bad entrance line, is it? Less quipping! More whistle-finding! Just give me something useful.
Is that too much to ask? Crashhopper? I'll take it! Whoa! Bad idea-a-a-a! Bring it on, ugly! I can keep this up all day.
Really didn't want to stick that landing.
You are under arrest, Khyber.
In the name of the Plumbers, I order you to hand over your attack-dog-controlling whistle.
Your weapon is versatile, Plumber, but it lacks power.
Versatility does have advantages.
Rook! What's going on in there?! I am commandeering this vehicle under section 27b, stroke 6 of the intergalactic Plumber code.
Forget the ship! Find the whistle! You know what, Omnitrix? I give up.
Surprise me.
Humungousaur! For real?! Yeah! Who's the predator now, tiny? The huntsman has no whistle.
Unless the huntsman is the whistle.
I may lose my ship but I will not lose my prey.
I so wish I could strike the final blow myself.
Bag the game, old friend.
Ben! No! Relax, partner.
I got everything under control.
Hope you're feeling generous, Omnitrix, 'cause I could use a big favor.
A way big favor! Magnify image.
It appears this hunter requires yet another predator.
How do I stop this thing? I'm a thinker, not a fighter.
Think.
Think.
Hephaestan neuro grip.
Useful for subduing all manner of prey.
See what I did there? Go, me! It's my birthday! Ben! Dude, it's not really my birthday.
Whoa! Whoa! Oh, what are the chances you're gonna give me something that can fly? Big Chill? Even better.
All right, Khyber freeze! That's two times I saved your butt today, Rook.
But who's counting? Oh, that's right I am.
One, two.
Better make that three.
This should finally prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ben Tennyson can survive just fine without anyone's help, thank y Fret not, old friend.
That young whelp, Ben Tennyson, will pay dearly for this.
I certainly hope so, Khyber.
For your sake.
Not one word.
How about two words? "Told you.
"
It can transform, so it could be anyone.
We're supposed to be cool.
I have already saved you countless times.
You want to start something? I'm going to end something.
Far too easy.
1x10 - Of Predators and Prey /part 2/ So, uh, "Khyber," is it? Love what you've done with the place.
Who knew alien skulls had so many uses? This is usually when you evil guys spell out your whole "dominate the universe" plan, which I'm sure you're dying to fill me in on.
Not really.
The truth is, the hunting equipment it's all pretty self-explanatory.
I am the ultimate predator, and you are the ultimate prey.
Huh.
Thanks.
I Dude, you so owe me a new hoodie! This souvenir is but a taste.
Your Omnitrix arm will be my greatest trophy.
Mm.
Yes.
I'm thinking of placing it on my Geochelone Aerios shell mantelpiece, right next to the Appoplexian skeleton, just above the Vulpimancer pelt.
Ben 10 he's a kid, and he wants to have fun but when you need a superhero, he gets the job done Ben 10 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 10 when lives are on the line it's hero time Ben 10 What? You think you're the first big bad who wanted to hack off my Omnitrix arm? Creeps like you have been trying and failing, by the way since I was 10.
One dude even had my Omnitrix arm crawling around the null void without me.
If you are attempting to stall for time so your partner can come swooping in to your rescue, I'm afraid you will be sorely disappointed.
We witnessed your little tiff in undertown, including the destruction of your Plumber badge.
Your revonnan friend couldn't track you here even if he wanted to.
First, your cousin and her Osmosian mate abandon you, and now Rook.
You really ought to treat your partners better, Tennyson.
Huh.
At least I don't make my partners do all the work while I take all the credit.
I mean, the mutt is clearly the brains of the operation, right? He is not a mutt.
He is an extremely well-trained anubian Baskurr.
Wearing a cheap Omnitrix wannabe.
Courtesy of an old friend of yours Malware.
Now that I have your attention it seemed Malware somehow managed to obtain crucial but flawed design specs for your Omnitrix.
He sought the aid of a Cerebrocrustacean, who was able to reverse-engineer a workable facsimile the Nemetrix.
It was only missing one critical element predator DNA.
So, naturally, they sought out the greatest huntsman in the galaxy.
Yeah? Who was that? One more remark like that, child, and I will collect that smart tongue of yours.
I hunted down all the fiercest, most savage predators in the galaxy and procured their DNA for the Nemetrix.
All that was left to do then was find a willing test subject to wield the device for us.
A fortunately, there was no shortage of candidates to be found in the null void willing or unwilling.
Sure you don't want to join us, pumpkin? The salmon are biting.
I'm trying to get the hang of my powers, grandpa.
I don't have time for fly-fishing.
How about Stinkfly-fishing? Have a nice trip.
See you next fall.
All right, you two, knock it off! - She started it! - He started it! Nuh-unh! He started it! - She started it! - He started it! - She started it.
- Nuh-unh! He did! - You wish! - Why would I wish that? Uh, hold that thought.
It's hero time! Correction it's heroes time! Hello? Alien hero in the house, Gwen! I don't need any backup! Yeah, okay.
Maybe little backup.
Or even better, some Feedbackup.
Don't you ever get tired of that alien? Why would I when you can do this? You all right, Ben? Whoa! Grandpa! Uh, guy? You get that you're beating yourself up, right? I think its brain went bye-bye.
- Phil? - Your old Plumber partner? What's he doing here? - How did he escape the null void? - And, more important, has he always secretly been a giant, ravenous spider-monster thing? Questions later.
Right now, he needs our help.
That attack by Phil way back when I was 11 that was you testing out the Nemetrix.
A test which eventually proved a failure.
Alas, a higher-functioning creature such as a "Phil" could not handle the savage feral nature of the Nemetrix.
So you let Fido here get his paws dirty for you instead.
Fido, as you call him being feral himself, has no higher function than absolute loyalty.
He'd have to be lacking in higher function to be loyal to you.
You would do well to show respect to the greatest - huntsman in the galaxy.
- If you're so great, how come it took you five years to capture me, huh? It took Vilgax like five minutes.
I could destroy you now! But I would lose my bargaining power with my associates.
You really ought to watch that temper.
Get ready to throw down with Humungousaur! Let me tell you somethin', self-proclaimed greatest huntsman in the galaxy Rath is not Humungousaur, but Rath is gonna make youumungou-sorry! Really? You want a piece of me, puppy dog? Then it's go time, man! Enough playing.
He's mine.
Listen here, you dog-loving, Omnitrix-copying pain in my butt! Rath is declaring this Khyber the huntsman hunting season! As you can see, I have already taken advantage of Appoplexian hunting season.
Khyber season! Rath season.
Khyber season! Rath season.
Khyber sea What did you Hephaestan neuro grip.
Useful for subduing all manner of prey.
My partners are just going to have to take you in pieces.
Hold still now.
This won't hurt for long.
Surprise! Took you long enough! I had this guy telling me his whole life story, trying to buy time till you decided to waltz in.
I do not know how "to waltz".
However, my Earth-culture text did make mention of a dance called - Skip it.
- I do not know how "to skip", either.
Ooh! Earth expressions? Bingo.
Also an expression.
No.
Impossible.
This ship is completely untraceable.
A good hunter always hides his tracks.
I think I did a pretty good job hiding mine.
But I in undertown, I saw you crush This empty carbonated-beverage container? Yep.
Rook's been tracking me the whole time.
We staged our little fight to throw you off the scent.
Not too shabby an acting job, there, partner.
- I was not acting.
- Wait.
So you actually meant all that stuff you said about always having to save my butt? - You mean like I did just now? - That was the plan! I let him capture me so you could track me back to his ship.
This doesn't count as a rescue.
- Although, technically - Zip it, skull face! That is no way to address the greatest huntsman in the galaxy! Dude, you're not even the greatest huntsman in this room.
You don't recognize a trap when you see one? Apparently, neither do you.
I believe the Earth expression is "playing possum.
" And I believe the Ben expression is "it's hero time!" Wait! Ben! Remember that Crabdozer is the natural predator of a Pyronite.
So you do not want to turn into Heatblast.
Right.
But since this new Omnitrix never gives me the alien I want, I should try to turn into Heatblast.
Aw, man! Seriously? The Omnitrix, if you please.
That thing's even uglier on the inside.
But as long as the Omnitrix is giving me what I want for a change, let's get me some Humungousaur! Uh why am I not surprised? Oh, yeah! It's hammer time! Ben! Behind you! - Thanks, partner.
- For saving you? That was only a warning.
Doesn't count.
This is a save.
Still think I can't survive on my own? I suppose you are safe in your current alien form so long as it doesn't turn into that.
Oh, that can't be good.
Stop Khyber.
He has some kind of whistle that controls his dog.
Where did he He is on the bridge! Make it snappy, will ya? I'm facing my natural predator here! You might want to consider switching to another alien form.
Oh, yeah.
Good idea.
But that wasn't a save! It was advice! Okay?! All right.
Here we go, Humungousaur! Here we go! Eh.
Could have been worse.
And at least you're not Stinkfly's predator.
Whoa! Well, that was easier than I thought.
- Excellent work, old friend.
- It would appear, Khyber, that the hunter has become the hunted! That is not a bad entrance line, is it? Less quipping! More whistle-finding! Just give me something useful.
Is that too much to ask? Crashhopper? I'll take it! Whoa! Bad idea-a-a-a! Bring it on, ugly! I can keep this up all day.
Really didn't want to stick that landing.
You are under arrest, Khyber.
In the name of the Plumbers, I order you to hand over your attack-dog-controlling whistle.
Your weapon is versatile, Plumber, but it lacks power.
Versatility does have advantages.
Rook! What's going on in there?! I am commandeering this vehicle under section 27b, stroke 6 of the intergalactic Plumber code.
Forget the ship! Find the whistle! You know what, Omnitrix? I give up.
Surprise me.
Humungousaur! For real?! Yeah! Who's the predator now, tiny? The huntsman has no whistle.
Unless the huntsman is the whistle.
I may lose my ship but I will not lose my prey.
I so wish I could strike the final blow myself.
Bag the game, old friend.
Ben! No! Relax, partner.
I got everything under control.
Hope you're feeling generous, Omnitrix, 'cause I could use a big favor.
A way big favor! Magnify image.
It appears this hunter requires yet another predator.
How do I stop this thing? I'm a thinker, not a fighter.
Think.
Think.
Hephaestan neuro grip.
Useful for subduing all manner of prey.
See what I did there? Go, me! It's my birthday! Ben! Dude, it's not really my birthday.
Whoa! Whoa! Oh, what are the chances you're gonna give me something that can fly? Big Chill? Even better.
All right, Khyber freeze! That's two times I saved your butt today, Rook.
But who's counting? Oh, that's right I am.
One, two.
Better make that three.
This should finally prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ben Tennyson can survive just fine without anyone's help, thank y Fret not, old friend.
That young whelp, Ben Tennyson, will pay dearly for this.
I certainly hope so, Khyber.
For your sake.
Not one word.
How about two words? "Told you.
"