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Begin the audition.

Impressive. You are all hired.

Your objective is to retrieve the Omnitrix.

The one who succeeds collects the reward.

Do not disappoint me.

¶

> You ready?

Remember to think out there, Ben.

Don't just try to muscle it.

Might isn't always right.

> I know.

But it's always fun.

Aah!

> Show-off.

> Focus, Ben. Think!

> Don't worry, Grandpa.

> Aah!

Ugh!

> Ha ha ha.

Oops. My bad.

> You rockhead, you almost turned me into swiss cheese.

> I said I was sorry.

What else do you want?

> What we want is for you to

take that thing on your wrist

more seriously, Ben.

It's not a toy.

You've got to think when you use it.

> I know, but come on!

You guys have seen the action.

I'm the baddest Ben in town.

I've kicked so much alien butt,

my feet hurt.

> Yeah, well, one of these days, you're gonna screw around

and get your own butt kicked,

And I hope I'm there to see it.

> Dream on, geek face.

> Uh-oh. That doesn't sound good.

> This is where the Omnitrix was last activated.

> You can say that again.

A rock pile like this is better off space dust.

> Whoa! Big talk from a gear head.

> Get in my way again, and I'll

teach you how to say "dismantled."

> Huh. Looks like nobody's home.

> Not for a while.

My intellimap program says this

Is Slatterville. Incorporated in 1857 after the

discovery of silver.

Went bust in the late fifties When the mine ran out.

> Why does everything out of your mouth sound like a book

report? > Aha!

I think I found the problem.

Leaky fuel line.

> Uh, lucky shot?

> I should be able to patch it up.

> Sorry, Grandpa.

Let me help. Maybe four arms.

No, wait. Upgrade.

> I think you've done enough, Ben.

I'll handle this.

> Ok. Guess I'll just check this place out.

> Maybe you should, uh...

> make sure he doesn't somehow

blow everything up? I'm on it.

> Oh, talk about old school.

Look at all this junk.

> Ben? Ben!

Calling all dweebs!

Uhh... > What's the matter, Gwen?

You look like you've seen a ghost...

Freak.

Ha ha ha.

> Get over yourself, Doofus.

You don't scare me.

But he does!

Aah!

> No problem. I'll handle this guy.

Oh, man. You put the "ug" in ugly.

> hand over the Omnitrix, and I

Promise you won't suffer...much.

> Dream on, claw boy.

What's he talking about?

> Duh. Why else would some alien track you down?

It wants the watch, Einstein.

> You don't have to get snotty

about it, miss know-it-all.

Sorry, crabby, the watch and I

are kind of attached.

> Not for long.

> you have no idea who you're messing with.

> I was just about to say the same thing.

> Oh, yeah? Do you know this one?

Now you see me, now you don't.

> Heh heh heh.

> You're as arrogant as you are dimwitted.

> Blech!

What happened?

> Your protoplasm is now

solidified, making it easier to

do this!

> Oh, man.

Who is this guy?

> Remember when I said I wanted to be there when you finally got

your butt kicked? I take it way back.

You're the super guy. Do something.

> You better keep your claws to yourself.

> Hardly worth the hunt.

> Ben, give him a lift!

Ben, are you ok?

> Oh, man. That was even weirder than when

I normally go ghostfreak.

> Come on. Let's get out of here before

Crabcake wakes up.

> What happened?

> You know, the usual.

Some jumbo-sized crustacean

burst out of the ground and attacked Ben.

It said it wanted the watch,

Only it kept calling it the Omnitrix.

> Just let me go four arms, and

I'll turn him into a seafood Special.

> No time. Repairs are done.

We're out of here.

> But, grandpa.

> No sign of crab guy yet.

> Well, he better not show up

if he knows what's good for him.

> I think we just picked up a hitchhiker!

> Aah!

> Who's that?

> Beats me!

> In there.

> Remember me?

> Whew. The coast is clear.

> Don't you get tired of being

wrong all the time?

> The Omnitrix. Give it to me!

> Come on. Do something. Anything!

> Now what?

> We take a ride.

> What a pathetic excuse for prey.

> We got company closing in fast!

> We need a plan.

> Yes! Who needs a plan when you have the watch?

I'll take care of this.

> No, Ben. That's just what it wants.

Ben!

Ben, come on!

> I'll catch up.

First I've got to put some dents

In this walking soda machine.

> Back off.

That reward's mine.

> Well, you don't have to get personal.

> Uhh!

> Billions of beings on this

planet, and the Omnitrix winds

up on the wrist of a foolhardy youth.

> Well, like I told your

buddies, this thing doesn't come Off.

I've tried.

> Of course it doesn't.

Its power utilizes alien dna,

which binds to the host's own

genetic structure.

It cannot simply be removed like

taking off a hat.

> Uhh!

> Your choice of warriors is

based solely on brute strength

without regard for any strategy.

Do you ever pause to consider

your actions at all?

> Hey, I kick more than my share of alien butt.

> Such as your recent success

in the mine shaft with the bounty hunters.

> It was two against one.

> You were moments away from

losing your life and the Omnitrix.

Victory should have been swift and effortless.

> Uhh!

> The Omnitrix is not some toy for your amusement.

It's the most powerful weapon in the galaxy.

The key to an epic battle between good and evil.

> Then whose side are you on?

> You're still alive, aren't you?

> You're a good guy?

> My mission is to retrieve the

Omnitrix at all costs.

Since it is attached to you, I will bring you back for its

removal. > Oh, no.

I'm not going anywhere.

> It's not your choice.

> It is now. Uhh!

> It's disturbing how little you know of this alien's

strengths or weaknesses.

You barely scratched the surface of its potential.

> Yeah?

So what makes you such an expert?

You're...me.

> Wrong. I am a noble warrior.

You are an impulsive annoyance.

We have wasted enough time.

> Hey! Let me down!

> Looking for this?

You're not getting off this

planet with the Omnitrix, and

just to be sure...

> Hands off.

> Let me go!

> See, we've decided to work

together and split the reward...

And you in half.

> Don't blow a gasket, metal mouth.

I know what I'm doing.

> What are we waiting for?

We've got to save them.

> Don't be foolish.

Keeping the Omnitrix secure

is the only priority here.

> Not to me. That's my family.

> You cannot save them.

You would soon be overpowered

and captured.

The obvious choice is for me to

retrieve my hoverboard so that

we may leave the planet.

> but- > Stay here.

> All right. Hero time.

> Remember to think out there, Ben.

Don't just try to muscle it.

Might isn't always right.

> Your choice of warriors is

based solely on brute strength

without regard for any strategy.

Do you ever pause to consider

your actions at all?

> Get off me, you tiny, little...

> There should be a nerve cluster in here somewhere.

> Aah!

Oh!

Aah!

> One down.

> Ben, run!

Aah!

> No!

> Guess who.

> I told you to stay out of my way.

> Wonder what would happen if I did this!

> I hate this planet.

> Only way to beat the desert

heat, don't you think?

> Pretty smart...For a human.

I'll return as soon as I am able.

> What about this?

> It's in good hands until then.

This may be of some use in the meantime.

> Oh, man! Are you serious?

Hold on. You said you needed this to get off the planet.

> Selective disinformation.

> Huh? > He lied.

How come you get all the cool alien stuff?

> Fits my style.

> Right. I have something for you, too.

> Uhh! Hey! What'd you do that for?

> Wouldn't want that big head of yours to get sunburned.

> Betrayed.

> Sensors indicate the Omnitrix

is not with the mercenaries.

> It would appear the creature

who possesses the Omnitrix is as clever as it is fierce.

But I shall not be denied.