Ben 10: Omniverse (2012) s02e08 Episode Script
A Fistful of Brains
4x08 - "A Fistful of Brains" Hey! Watch it, pal! Somebody's got to pay for these! Ugh! You wear it, you buy it.
That'll be 19.
62, buddy.
I know he's down here somewhere.
- Albedo! - Nice to see you have not lost your talent for stating the obvious.
- Ben, wait! - Huh? Stay back, Rook! It's a tra Whoa! Ben.
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 Where am I? And good morning to you, too! No no Armodrillo's the Slamworm's natural prey.
Way Big would be overkill.
Ah, what the heck.
Bigger is better.
Hey, cut it you, you big worm that slams things! Whoa! Not good! Not good! 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.
Magister, it could take hours for the distant patrols to report in.
Maybe so, but Azmuth hasn't answered any of our calls, and without his technology, this is the best we can do.
I am sorry, sir.
Don't worry, son.
We'll get him back.
Data just in from a Plumber stationed on Cancri E indicates local sensors have picked up Ben's DNA.
That is 41 light-years away from Earth impressive propulsion system.
Can you match that speed? It will take the proto-truk a little longer, but not much.
Any chance you're getting tired yet? Okay, you asked for it, dude.
It's hero time! Ah, come on.
Don't give up so easily.
We were just starting to have fun.
Oh, I so hope this isn't my natural predator.
- It is indeed Ben's DNA.
- Toenail clippings? I do hope this is not all that is left of Ben.
Doubt it.
If Albedo's still in Ben's form, his DNA would be identical to Ben's.
So Albedo could have clipped his own toenails and left them here to lead us on a wild moose chase.
That's what I'd do if I were him.
Hmm.
Another Plumber station reporting in with a positive indication of Ben's DNA on Gliese 667C.
That is 22 light-years from Earth.
Albedo does get around, I'll give him that.
Do you think it is a trap? 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.
And if we run into Albedo instead of Ben we will be ready for him.
Tennyson, welcome to my world literally.
Khyber, wow.
- Ego much? - 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.
I see you've got a new lap dog cat whatever that thing is.
A Panuncian very rare and with a very, shall we say, unique ability.
And, big surprise, it's wearing your Rip-off-o-trix.
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.
- Wait, don't tell me.
Let me guess you hunt me, and if I survive until sundown or whatever, you let me go.
Oh, no.
The game continues until you cannot.
And unlike our previous encounters, no one will be coming to rescue you.
Rescue me? Hello! Have you been paying attention at all, Khyber? I'm Ben Tennyson.
I rescue other people.
So you say.
Okay.
I'll play your stupid game, but by the end, you'll be wishing someone was around to rescue you.
You have no choice in the matter, Mr.
Tennyson.
The hunt begins now.
Bring it.
- Ha! Good luck - chasing all of us - at once.
- Pbht! Fascinating creature, the Panuncian, native to the planet Hathor Hey! That's Ditto's home planet.
where it's the natural predator of the Splixson.
Hey! That's Ditto's species! Is it, now? Ah, fancy that.
Me and my big mouths.
Whoo-hoo-hoo! Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoo-hoo-hoo! 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! Yoo-hoo! Uh-Oh.
Too slow! Ooh! I could do this all day.
But not for the rest of my life.
Eeny, meeny, miney I mean, out goes Y-O-U! Ah, whatever.
I don't have time for this! Light at the end of the tunnel.
- That's got to be good, right? - Awesome! That's it? That's Ben's DNA signature? - A hair.
- A white hair.
That's not Ben's, it's Albedo's.
We have been on a wild goose chase.
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.
Then you'd both be missing.
It's no use beating yourself up over what you did or didn't do.
Right now we need to focus on finding Ben.
positive local findings of Ben's DNA.
And none of it is probably even Ben's.
I wonder if any of these could be residual traces of Ben himself from his many past galactic travels.
Residual traces! That's it! Scan for residual traces of Tachyon-engine emissions.
- If we can track those - We will find the ship belonging to whomever left the DNA samples we found.
Missed me! Missed me again! Nyah! Nyah! Ah, that wasn't too smart, guys.
It was his idea.
Whoa! Yeah, I totally meant to do that.
Three against one? No problem at all when that one is Ben 10! 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! Freedom! Aw, man! 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? Hardly.
They're just waiting for my orders.
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! But can you take on all of the Nemetrix predators at once? There's nothing here.
I am 100% certain this is where the trail ends.
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.
Get to the point, Albedo.
If you insist, Grandpa.
I am not without compassion.
Your suffering won't last nearly as long as you allowed mine to.
Incoming! Robot drone ships! What say I let them play with you a while? They've earned it.
After they're done, I'll grant you a merciful end.
And all this time, I thought you didn't like me.
Choose wisely, Tennyson.
Whichever alien you pick will be your last.
Now would be a really good time for Way Big.
But at least Astrodactyl can fly.
So long, suckers! What the what?! Whoever said the sky's the limit never met Astrodactyl.
Man, just when I think this place can't get any weirder.
Dr.
Psychobos, I presume.
As usual, Ben Tennyson, you presume wrong.
Albedo?! So, you've finally discovered Enough with the evil-genius blah-blah-blahing, Albedo! Let's just do this! Very well.
It's your funeral.
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! And what? I'm supposed to just forget the imprisonment? The humiliation? The - chili fries? - Um, yeah.
Chili fries are awesome.
Get over it, dude.
Oh, I am over it, dude.
I am beyond you, beyond all mere mortal Galvan, beyond any other species in the universe.
You are seriously messed up, man, for real.
Make your little jokes.
No joke.
You're a total freak show, 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 100 meters away, but will never even know we're here thanks to this cloaking device.
You know, for someone who claims to be the most intelligent being in three galaxies - Five.
- 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.
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.
Hang on! The energy field around that dome felt the hit.
Its intensity dipped slightly.
If we could only manage to cause some more impacts.
If? Consider it done.
You're starting to remind me of Ben.
I will take that as a compliment.
Stand still, you hyperkinetic miscreant! Okay.
I don't know what that means, but coming from you, I won't take it as a compliment.
Oh, yeah! The eyes have it! Oww! My eye! Let's try that again.
Dude! Dude.
I can do this all day.
Can you? Plenty more where those came from.
Try Shocksquatch on for size, eh? It's like you're not even trying.
Hey! Let me go! - If you insist.
- Ugh.
- Had enough? - Bad guys always say that.
I won't presume to speak for others, but I always mean it.
Then why do you even bother asking? You ought to know by now my answer's always going to be "no.
" True.
You are a very slow learner.
But that's, of course, to be expected of a human's low intellect.
Oh, yeah? Well I've been called way worse by better people.
Let's finish this once and for all.
That's another one villains use too much.
There's nothing wrong with the classics.
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! But you're right, Albedo.
The classics are awesome, too! The rupture is still not large enough for the proto-truk.
Let the old man show you how it's done.
Had enough? Why do good guys always say that? Huh? Oh, yeah! Still got it.
Come on, Omnitrix.
I've been good to you, haven't I? Don't mess with me now.
Get ready for a little Way Big.
Huh? I mean Feedback action! You are finished once and for all! See, it's funny 'cause of the thing he said before.
Ah, never mind.
You had to be there.
I was there.
It's still not funny.
You don't know what's good.
- Ben, are you okay? - Never better.
I could have held him off for another 10, 15 seconds.
The three of you will surrender now, before anyone gets hurt.
Take a look around, Khyber.
Your buddy Albedo here lost.
You've lost.
Show them! Show them why it is they who have lost! Azmuth!
That'll be 19.
62, buddy.
I know he's down here somewhere.
- Albedo! - Nice to see you have not lost your talent for stating the obvious.
- Ben, wait! - Huh? Stay back, Rook! It's a tra Whoa! Ben.
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 Where am I? And good morning to you, too! No no Armodrillo's the Slamworm's natural prey.
Way Big would be overkill.
Ah, what the heck.
Bigger is better.
Hey, cut it you, you big worm that slams things! Whoa! Not good! Not good! 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.
Magister, it could take hours for the distant patrols to report in.
Maybe so, but Azmuth hasn't answered any of our calls, and without his technology, this is the best we can do.
I am sorry, sir.
Don't worry, son.
We'll get him back.
Data just in from a Plumber stationed on Cancri E indicates local sensors have picked up Ben's DNA.
That is 41 light-years away from Earth impressive propulsion system.
Can you match that speed? It will take the proto-truk a little longer, but not much.
Any chance you're getting tired yet? Okay, you asked for it, dude.
It's hero time! Ah, come on.
Don't give up so easily.
We were just starting to have fun.
Oh, I so hope this isn't my natural predator.
- It is indeed Ben's DNA.
- Toenail clippings? I do hope this is not all that is left of Ben.
Doubt it.
If Albedo's still in Ben's form, his DNA would be identical to Ben's.
So Albedo could have clipped his own toenails and left them here to lead us on a wild moose chase.
That's what I'd do if I were him.
Hmm.
Another Plumber station reporting in with a positive indication of Ben's DNA on Gliese 667C.
That is 22 light-years from Earth.
Albedo does get around, I'll give him that.
Do you think it is a trap? 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.
And if we run into Albedo instead of Ben we will be ready for him.
Tennyson, welcome to my world literally.
Khyber, wow.
- Ego much? - 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.
I see you've got a new lap dog cat whatever that thing is.
A Panuncian very rare and with a very, shall we say, unique ability.
And, big surprise, it's wearing your Rip-off-o-trix.
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.
- Wait, don't tell me.
Let me guess you hunt me, and if I survive until sundown or whatever, you let me go.
Oh, no.
The game continues until you cannot.
And unlike our previous encounters, no one will be coming to rescue you.
Rescue me? Hello! Have you been paying attention at all, Khyber? I'm Ben Tennyson.
I rescue other people.
So you say.
Okay.
I'll play your stupid game, but by the end, you'll be wishing someone was around to rescue you.
You have no choice in the matter, Mr.
Tennyson.
The hunt begins now.
Bring it.
- Ha! Good luck - chasing all of us - at once.
- Pbht! Fascinating creature, the Panuncian, native to the planet Hathor Hey! That's Ditto's home planet.
where it's the natural predator of the Splixson.
Hey! That's Ditto's species! Is it, now? Ah, fancy that.
Me and my big mouths.
Whoo-hoo-hoo! Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoo-hoo-hoo! 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! Yoo-hoo! Uh-Oh.
Too slow! Ooh! I could do this all day.
But not for the rest of my life.
Eeny, meeny, miney I mean, out goes Y-O-U! Ah, whatever.
I don't have time for this! Light at the end of the tunnel.
- That's got to be good, right? - Awesome! That's it? That's Ben's DNA signature? - A hair.
- A white hair.
That's not Ben's, it's Albedo's.
We have been on a wild goose chase.
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.
Then you'd both be missing.
It's no use beating yourself up over what you did or didn't do.
Right now we need to focus on finding Ben.
positive local findings of Ben's DNA.
And none of it is probably even Ben's.
I wonder if any of these could be residual traces of Ben himself from his many past galactic travels.
Residual traces! That's it! Scan for residual traces of Tachyon-engine emissions.
- If we can track those - We will find the ship belonging to whomever left the DNA samples we found.
Missed me! Missed me again! Nyah! Nyah! Ah, that wasn't too smart, guys.
It was his idea.
Whoa! Yeah, I totally meant to do that.
Three against one? No problem at all when that one is Ben 10! 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! Freedom! Aw, man! 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? Hardly.
They're just waiting for my orders.
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! But can you take on all of the Nemetrix predators at once? There's nothing here.
I am 100% certain this is where the trail ends.
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.
Get to the point, Albedo.
If you insist, Grandpa.
I am not without compassion.
Your suffering won't last nearly as long as you allowed mine to.
Incoming! Robot drone ships! What say I let them play with you a while? They've earned it.
After they're done, I'll grant you a merciful end.
And all this time, I thought you didn't like me.
Choose wisely, Tennyson.
Whichever alien you pick will be your last.
Now would be a really good time for Way Big.
But at least Astrodactyl can fly.
So long, suckers! What the what?! Whoever said the sky's the limit never met Astrodactyl.
Man, just when I think this place can't get any weirder.
Dr.
Psychobos, I presume.
As usual, Ben Tennyson, you presume wrong.
Albedo?! So, you've finally discovered Enough with the evil-genius blah-blah-blahing, Albedo! Let's just do this! Very well.
It's your funeral.
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! And what? I'm supposed to just forget the imprisonment? The humiliation? The - chili fries? - Um, yeah.
Chili fries are awesome.
Get over it, dude.
Oh, I am over it, dude.
I am beyond you, beyond all mere mortal Galvan, beyond any other species in the universe.
You are seriously messed up, man, for real.
Make your little jokes.
No joke.
You're a total freak show, 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 100 meters away, but will never even know we're here thanks to this cloaking device.
You know, for someone who claims to be the most intelligent being in three galaxies - Five.
- 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.
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.
Hang on! The energy field around that dome felt the hit.
Its intensity dipped slightly.
If we could only manage to cause some more impacts.
If? Consider it done.
You're starting to remind me of Ben.
I will take that as a compliment.
Stand still, you hyperkinetic miscreant! Okay.
I don't know what that means, but coming from you, I won't take it as a compliment.
Oh, yeah! The eyes have it! Oww! My eye! Let's try that again.
Dude! Dude.
I can do this all day.
Can you? Plenty more where those came from.
Try Shocksquatch on for size, eh? It's like you're not even trying.
Hey! Let me go! - If you insist.
- Ugh.
- Had enough? - Bad guys always say that.
I won't presume to speak for others, but I always mean it.
Then why do you even bother asking? You ought to know by now my answer's always going to be "no.
" True.
You are a very slow learner.
But that's, of course, to be expected of a human's low intellect.
Oh, yeah? Well I've been called way worse by better people.
Let's finish this once and for all.
That's another one villains use too much.
There's nothing wrong with the classics.
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! But you're right, Albedo.
The classics are awesome, too! The rupture is still not large enough for the proto-truk.
Let the old man show you how it's done.
Had enough? Why do good guys always say that? Huh? Oh, yeah! Still got it.
Come on, Omnitrix.
I've been good to you, haven't I? Don't mess with me now.
Get ready for a little Way Big.
Huh? I mean Feedback action! You are finished once and for all! See, it's funny 'cause of the thing he said before.
Ah, never mind.
You had to be there.
I was there.
It's still not funny.
You don't know what's good.
- Ben, are you okay? - Never better.
I could have held him off for another 10, 15 seconds.
The three of you will surrender now, before anyone gets hurt.
Take a look around, Khyber.
Your buddy Albedo here lost.
You've lost.
Show them! Show them why it is they who have lost! Azmuth!