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>> 6 stories of twists And turns.

>> Hurtling down a 200-foot plunge

>> at speeds of over 25 miles per hour.

>> Then splash down in a churning 300,000-gallon

wave pool.

>> You've entered the riptide

rapids zone.

>> You're too short.

>> What are you talking about?

But I'm almost--

>> next.

>> Sorry.

I heard the baby banana boats

are fun for the smaller set.

>> They'll all feel small when

Rip Josh shows up for a dip.

Come on, work.

>> Huh?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Anything but being a Micro munchkin.

¶

Look out!

Watch those flip-flops.

>> In 1951 when this water park

was a cornfield, recently

declassified documents suggest

an alien spacecraft crash-landed

right here.

>> Time to tie up some loose ends.

>> So if you could get someone

from upper management down here

so I could start checking

soil samples.

>> Uh...Ok. Hold on while I call someone

who cares. Ring, ring, ring.

Guess what, dude. No answer.

Next in line.

>> Did you see that? An alien!

Maybe a remnant of that fateful crash.

>> Dude, you've been in the sun way too long.

Hey, no cuts!

>> Hey, race you to the bottom.

Whoa!

Woo ho ho!

Now, that rocked.

Aah!

>> Grandpa's not going to like

you going alien just to sneak on a ride.

>> That's why I'm not going yo tell him.

In a few minutes, I'll be back

to normal, and he'll never know,

will he?

>> We gotta towel off.

Or in your case, napkin off.

>> There you are, my little

alien ticket to fame.

>> Gwen!

Gwen!

>> Let him go!

>> Aah!

>> Grandpa, that guy's got grey matter.

>> Gwen!

Whoa!

>> I keep forgetting I'm not as

young as I used to be.

Go.

>> Let me out!

>> Don't worry. We'll find him...

somehow.

>> Security system off.

Lights on.

Prepare dinner.

>> No, no. This one is all mine.

>> Ok, so if he's grey matter

now, he'll just turn back into

Ben then go four arms or

something and escape.

>> But if you said he went alien

when he did, Ben should have

changed back before he was taken.

>> Which means maybe something's wrong with the watch.

Well, at least as grey matter he's smart.

>> Incredible. Truly incredible.

A perfect miniature alien being.

>> Who are you calling miniature?

>> So, which galaxy are you from?

>> Actually, I don't know myself.

And if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

>> Oh, feisty little life form,

aren't you?

>> You want to see feisty?

Just wait until I get big.

Take a picture. It lasts longer.

>> My thoughts exactly.

>> Mr. Howell, we've more than

had enough of your fuzzy claims

and blurry photos of supposed

alien spaceships.

I'm not someone you want to annoy.

>> I--I know that, but this one's different.

I promise you.

See, he's only about 6 inches in

size and converses fluently in english.

Perhaps the organization would consider?

>> I'm sending a car.

You'd better not be wasting our

time or our resources.

>> Great. A thousand people at the water

park, and the u.F.O. Freak

spots me.

>> Wait. This could work.

Here, kitty, kitty.

I taste just like chicken.

>> Whoa!

I'm free!

Uh-oh. I'm free.

>> Howell Wainwright, Alien discoverer.

Let the fame and fortune begin.

No!

>>

>> Hello?

>> Gwen, it's me.

>> Ben, you're still Grey Matter?

>> Yeah. The watch still won't work.

>> Where are you?

>> Uh, there appears to be

a mountain peak 13.2 miles due

west with a vertical angle of

45 degrees.

>> Brainiac, how about a street?

>> Oh, yeah. It's Ripley.

Aah!

>> Ben?

Something happened.

>>

>>

>> Aah!

>> Ripley avenue, Ripley lane, Ripley drive.

We don't have time to check them all out.

>> Do we have a choice?

>> What's your malfunction?

Probably something stupid like the dna splicing replicator

copying a fragment of amino acid sequence.

So this is what it feels like

to be smart.

>> I'll teach you to blow

me off.

Gotcha!

>> Think again!

>> He gets away, and the organization will come after me.

Come on. Think, Howell.

>> Ah, fresh air.

This is so gross.

>> I'll take this side. You take that one.

>> Ben?

>>

>> You can run, but you can't hide.

What?

>> Ah, my ticket out.

>> Don't make this hard on yourself.

I'll smoke you out if I have to.

>>

Aah!

>> Grandpa, his car.

>>

Uh, something tells me you're

the type of guy who has a lot Of friends.

>> Who needs friends when you'll

have the fame I'm about to have?

They're here.

>> Yeah. To break me out.

>> Oh, you don't know how long

I've waited to meet you people.

It's truly an honor.

>> Want to ring the doorbell?

>> I'll knock...Hard.

>> Where's the alien?

>> Hands off.

>> Brutus, sit, boy.

It's him--the guy who's got Ben.

They're getting away.

>> Down, boy.

>> Nice trick, grandpa.

>> Come on. We need to find out where they went.

>> I have a bad feeling about these guys.

>> That's because you're the one in the cage, and I'm not.

>> Huh, the old lady and the

Creep have the same taste in cars.

Go figure.

>> He looks so sad.

They can't torment Ben like that, only I can torment Ben

like that.

>> If we can get a reverse trace on that number, we should be

able to get an address.

>> grandpa, there's a sneaky

side to you I'm totally starting

to appreciate.

>> A remarkable specimen.

>> So, how we doing this?

Joint news conference?

Hitting the major talk shows?

>> We prefer to keep our

discoveries private.

>> uh, wh-what are you talking about?

We've gotta tell the world about this.

>> Actually, we don't.

>> Wh--where you taking him?

>> our scientists have a few

tests to run.

>> Yeah, but honestly, I've

never been very good at tests

nor quizzes, for that matter.

>> I found him.

He belongs to me.

>> He's ours now.

And you just became disposable.

>> They can't do this to either Of us.

>> This isn't a house.

It's a fortress.

Are they having a masquerade

party here or something?

>> They call themselves the

Organization, a well-financed

secret society dedicated to

collecting alien technology.

Hey, when you've been around

as long as I have, you pick up

a few things.

>>

>> Prepare subject for dissection.

>> Ready?

>> Not really, but...

>> Hi there.

>> Hey, metal head!

>> Don't bother with the slice and dice.

Trust me. I'm just as grey on the inside

as I am on the out.

>> Let me assist you.

>> What are you doing?

>> Getting you out of here.

Back off.

Aliens are people, too.

Well, sort of.

>> Ow!

Ben!

>> Gwen!

>> Let's save the family reunion

for the road.

>> Look at all this alien tech.

>> Sir, our scientists were

found unconscious, and the alien is missing.

There's also been a security

breach at the northeast perimeter.

>> Find me that alien.

>> Oh, man.

These guys have no clue what

they've got here.

>> Or maybe they do.

>> We've got to destroy everything.

>> Spread out and find them.

>> Gwen, grab that pulse hypercore.

Grandpa, the gallinium capacitor.

It's not Ben talking, it's grey matter.

Do it.

>> They're over here.

>> Get out of here.

>> What about you?

>> If I can get inside the power

grid, I can hook the hypercore

and capacitor up to it.

This is where small comes in handy.

Now, go. I'll meet you outside.

>> Grandpa!

>> That reaction will decimate

the mansion and everything in it.

Everyone out except you, Howell.

You and your little alien have

been nothing but trouble.

Oh, man. Just when I didn't want you to work.

Huh? Where did you come from?

I'll tell you later. Right now can you givew me a hand?

Thakns. We gotta get out of here.

Anyone see where that little alien went?

Nope.

Not a clue.

Well I am done with anyhting alien.

Feels good to be big again.

Big? Get real Shorty.

Don't make me go four arms on you.

I didn't do anything.

We have to get that fixed.

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