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>> ben: Bottom of the ninth, two

Out, full count.

Tennyson winds up, and...

No way!

This game has got to be rigged.

I totally nailed ben franklin.

>> knock over the ben franklins,

You win a prize.

Knock over squat, you win squat.

>> ben: You'd think in the city

Of brotherly love, they wouldn't

Cheat at the carnival games.

>> max: That's the way life is, ben. You win some. You lose some.

Now, come on. You can't visit philadelphia without seeing the liberty bell.

>> ben: If i just went hero, i'd win every one of those stupid games.

>> gwen: Sure. Use the most powerful device in the universe to cheat at

Whac-a-mole. Real nice.

>> ben: whoa!

Not good.

>> ¶ it started when an alien device did what it did ¶ ¶ and stuck itself upon his

Wrist with secrets that it hid ¶ ¶ now he's got superpowers ¶ he's no ordinary kid

¶ he's ben 10 >> ¶ ben 10 >> ¶ so, if you see him, you

Might be in for a big surprise ¶ ¶ he'll turn into an alien before your very eyes ¶

¶ he's slimy, creepy, fast, and strong ¶ ¶ he's every shape and size

¶ he's ben 10 >> ¶ ben 10 >> ¶ armed with powers, he's on

The case ¶ ¶ fighting off evil from earth or space ¶

¶ he'll never stop till he makes them pay ¶ ¶ 'cause he's the baddest kid to

Ever save the day ¶ ¶ ben 10 >> ¶ ben 10

>> max: They're getting away with the liberty bell. >> ben: Not if xlr8 has anything

To say about it. >> gwen: Evidently, he doesn't.

>> grey matter: Oh, man!

Give me a lift.

Ohh!

Whaaa! Now, this is what i call a sweet landing.

guess how many jellybeans and win a music pocket.

Way too easy for the little guy with the mega brain. Average size of a jellybean is

1.3 centimeters. We're talking 6,532... 31 jellybeans.

>> gwen: Nice music pocket. How'd you get it? >> ben: Let's just say a little

Friend helped me make a lucky guess. >> gwen: You used grey matter?

That's cheating! >> ben: Whoa. I didn't see any "no aliens

Allowed" signs. >> max: Hey, ben, check it out. Your hometown baseball team, the

Cannons, are in the finals of the little league world series. >> ben: No way!

I was supposed to be on that team. >> gwen: Yeah, if only you could

Hit or throw or run... >> ben: Think we could go, grandpa?

>> gwen: ...Or catch or slide. Stop me if i'm leaving anything out.

>> max: Williamsport, pa -- the birthplace of little league baseball, that honored

Institution, where dreams of greatness are first forged in young minds, along with the life

Lessons of fair play. >> gwen: Hear that, ben? "fair play."

>> ben: Ha! You're just jealous 'cause i won't let you listen to it.

That's all. >> gwen: What's with all the

Security? >> max: The president is a big baseball fan.

He likes to make an appearance to cheer the kids on.

>> ben: There's the cannons. I'm gonna go say hi. Aah!

no way! >> look who's hanging around

Again, j.T. "wedgie" tennyson. >> ben: Aah!

>> thought you'd be hiding out from us until school started, shrimp!

>> ben: Yeah, well, i've been a little busy saving the world this summer instead, cash.

>> ooh-ooh! Saving the world! Ha!

>> yeah, this pee-wee's in his own world. >> gwen: Friends of yours?

>> ben: Hardly. So, how'd you two jer-- uh, guys make the team, anyway?

>> talent -- 100% pure talent. >> oh, and four guys got chicken pox.

Oh! >> ben: Aw, man. That means i would have made the

Team, too. >> gwen: Yeah, by default. >> all:

>> came for a preview of what we're gonna do to you in the next game?

>> the score in our last game was 28-3. The next one won't be that

Close. >> yeah? Well, i'd like to see that.

Ow!

>> ben: Hey!

>> gwen: Hello! In case you didn't notice, we're not wearing uniforms.

>> excellent drill. >> max: Drill? They almost took those kids'

Heads off. >> maybe next time they'll stay out of the way.

Good luck, cannons. You'll need it. >> uh, you forgot something.

>> all clear. >> max: If the cannons don't win

This game, the series is over.

>> ben: Something about those guys is weird. They're too perfect.

We want a pitcher, not a hairy -- >> max: Benjamin.

>> ben: What? >> play ball!

>>

>> you're out!

You're out! >> ben: Aw, man, we're getting destroyed.

>> gwen: I thought you hated j.T. And cash. >> ben: I do, but i want them to

Stink, not the team.

>> gwen: Listen to these stats i pulled up. The squires' team e.R.A. Is less

Than 1. Slugging percentage -- .986. No one in history -- not the

Majors, minors, college, or little league -- has ever been this perfect.

>> ben: I'll be right back. I need another double-chili cheese dog.

>> max: Wow! Did you see that home run?

>> gwen: Yeah, that was amazing -- maybe too amazing. Think it's time for a little

Instant replay.

>> xlr8: Ready to take one for the team, cash?

Ha ha ha ha ha! >> ow! >> first base.

>> i'll get you! >> xlr8: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! No pain, no gain, jerk face.

>> >> xlr8: Okay, let's get serious.

>> safe! Ballgame.

>> max: Where's ben? >> gwen: Five chili cheese dogs? One guess.

And i'm so not on bathroom duty.

>> hey, hey, hey! Who rules? Let me tell you.

The cash-ter, the cash-man, sir cash-a-lot!

>> come with us. >> out of my face, weirdo!

>> oh!

>> uh, you guys need to back off those new energy drinks.

>> ben: Ugh, how come doing the right thing sometimes feels so wrong?

>> hungry? How about a knuckle sandwich? Ah!

>> gwen: I knew it! Grandpa, this is super, super, super slow motion.

>> max: Xlr8. Ben should know better.

You don't cheat in baseball. He'll be grounded for this. >> gwen: Normally, you know i'd

Be doing backflips at the thought of ben busted, but the dweeb might have had a good

Reason to go hero. i just found out more about the

Squires online. When you cross-reference the squires' roster with the

Baseball hall-of-fame database, the squires have the same names as a bunch of old-time players.

And there's no proof these kids even exist -- no report cards, medical records, nothing.

>> max: Now, why would a coach be checking on the secret

Service instead of his own team before a game? >> gwen: I don't know, but

Something tells me we're about to find out. Right?

>> ben: Oh, they're robots. That's why they're so good.

>> i don't know how they took control in that last inning, but we cannot risk it happening

Again. Scan them.

>> i just had the weirdest dream. We were kidnapped by the

Squires. Aah!

>> ben: This would be so cool... If it weren't so freaky! >> these players will be our

Insurance policy. Dispose of the originals... And the spy, while you're at it.

>> ben: Hey!

>> was that tennyson? >> here? That wimp? Get real!

>> whoa! It's one of those alien hero guys, like in the news!

Is it just me, or was that thing smiling when it smashed our robots together?

>> support units only. >> diamondhead: Uh-oh.

>> max: We have to free those kids.

>> gwen: the president! >> team, move out.

>> whoa! These guys take their baseball way too seriously.

>> max: The squires are getting away. >> it's over.

>> max: Diamondhead. >> diamondhead: I can take them. >> max: They're not our problem.

That is. It's going to explode.

>> max:

>> diamondhead: Go!

>> gwen: Ben? >> are those robots all gone?

>> ben: Destroy all humans! >> both: Whoa! >> oh, hardy-har.

You missed all the action, as usual, tennyson. >> ben: Well, for your

Information, me and the guy who just kicked robot butt are -- >> max: Good friends.

He's an old buddy of ours. >> ben: Oh, man! >> gwen: Grandpa, they had a

Copy of the president's face. >> max: If they could switch out those kids for robots, they

Could do the same with the president. >> gwen: We'll need a way to get

On the field to stop them. >> well, thanks for all your help and stuff, but we got a

Game to play.

>> max: Not so fast. >> it's game time, and the favored squires have taken the

Field. >> nine innings and our plan shall be complete.

>> ben:

>> hey! What about us? >> gwen: First off, get some new underwear.

Second, don't move. >> first up to bat for the cannons, cash murray.

>> ben: Guess hero time can wait for just one pitch.

>> stee-rike one! >> ben: Or two. Come on.

You can do this. >> stee-rike two!

>> gwen: What's he waiting for? >> max: My guess is a fastball, low and away.

>> gwen: Whoo-hoo! Go, ben!

>> you're... >> four arms: Safe, right? >> mm-hmm.

>> we got to go, mr. President. >> four arms: Batter's up!

>> max: Mr. President, come with us.

We'll be okay in here.

Ugh! >> gwen: Aah!

>> i don't think so. Soon we shall control the white house.

>> four arms: Not while i'm in the house. Oh, man.

Please tell me that was the fake president. Whew!

That's all of them. >> think again. >> four arms: Huh?!

Welcome to the 7th-inning stretch. Yaahh!

>> where'd that creature go? I wanted to thank him for his

Bravery. >> max: I'll give him the message, sir.

>> ben: Grandpa! >> we will not be stopped. >> ben: Okay.

Now, that's cheating.

>> gwen: Yo-o-o-u're...Out! Come on. Even i couldn't resist.

>> the details of the attack are a matter of national security, but i am proud to introduce you

To the boy who saved my life. >> ben: Aw, man, they so do not deserve that.

>> max: Just like someone else i know didn't deserve that music pocket.

>> ben: By the way, where is my mu-- >> gwen: It's like i always say,

Ben -- cheaters never prosper. But sometimes their cousins do. >> ben: Okay, i get it.

I don't want to be a cheater. But... >> oh, i know some things about

Courage. Not again! >> xlr8: That doesn't mean i'm

Not a sore loser! >> our entire operation is a failure.

By the crest of the forever knights, a tennyson shall pay with their very lives.