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2x02 - Food Around the Corner

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- Digger, status report. - Readings are good, Colonel!

Complete scans on all spectrums!

We have a gravitational field, an environment, and no sign

whatsoever of any potential hostile life forms.

Mm-Hmm. Prepare the flag.

Our long journey is over, but the hard work has only just begun.

I claim this land in the name of the Hulex.

Gravattack: [groaning]

Max: Everything all right, Ben?

Gravattack: Yeah. I-It's gone now.

♪ 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 ♪

Gravattack: Are you two sure you know what you're doing?

- Driba: Yes. - Blukic: Not really.

Gravattack: Grandpa Max?

It's one thing to have Azmuth messing with the Omnitrix.

Max: I know what you mean, Ben, but for this peace

conference to go well, this has to work.

Blukic: No need for concern.

With this chip lock in the Omnitrix,

Ben won't be able to change forms.

Driba: Yes, we are trained professionals. We know what we're doing.

[Grunts] Ooh!

[Whirl! Whirl! Whirl!] [Glass shatters]

[Chuckles]

Gravattack: It's gonna be weird being stuck as Gravattack.

Max: Gravattack's a Galilean.

They're known for being wise and patient.

We need somebody that both sides will respect.

Remember, the Appoplexian side will be loud and aggressive,

while the Luodan side will be quiet... and aggressive.

Gravattack: Ah, not gonna be easy calling a truce between these guys.

Max: Just don't panic. Don't overreact.

If you're calm, they'll be calm.

- Blukic: Well, finished. - Driba: Try not to get it wet.

Max: Once the conference begins, there can't be any interruptions.

No one else can enter the room.

Either side could lay waste to an entire sector of the galaxy

if they don't get what they want. We're counting on you, Ben.

Gravattack: No pressure.

Rook: The video feed is up and operational, Magister Tennyson.

Max: Our guests have arrived.

[Door whirs]

[Growls softly]

[Wind blowing]

Gravattack: Uh, thanks, everybody, for coming. My name is, uh ...

Tremble before Vexx, 99th leader of the Appoplexian Empire!

This is Vexx's lieutenant, Mallice!

Why did he get to introduce his side first?

- This is an outrage. - What? What?!

Do you want to fight, marshmallow?!

Hmph. Savages. I am Caitiff, president, prime

minister, and grand hoo-ha of the Luodan Republic.

This is my vice prime minister, Poltroon.

Mallice is serious! You want to fight?!

No, no. We're not here to fight.

That sounded like a "yes"!

Gravattack: Everybody, everybody, relax.

This is supposed to be a peace conference, so let's try and

calm down and stay focused on, uh ...

Are you wearing pants? Wait, wait, wait. Time-Out.

You wear clothes? Appoplexians wear pants?

Of course we wear pants! Let me tell you something, Ben Tennyson!

Appoplexians have a highly advanced sense of shame! Ooh, yeah!

Driba: But that would mean all this time Rath has been

- running around... - Blukic: Buck naked.

Gravattack: Oh, so not good.

This matter can be resolved simply and quickly.

We require an apology.

Let me tell you something, Caitiff of Luoda.

We will not apologize until you apologize first!

You desecrated our sacred sands.

We gave you permission to journey through our part of the Universe.

Then you do the unthinkable.

You gave us no choice! It's not our fault that you

didn't have proper bathrooms on your sacred sand planet!

You want to fight?!

Gravattack: [grunting]

I wonder why we would come to a peace conference to fight.

I suppose it's just the way you Appoplexians think.

Caitiff of Luoda, I don't know what

you're saying, but I know it's not good!

[Drip! Drip! Drip!]

I'm not scared of you.

Ugh!

[Growling]

Gravattack: Time-out! Time-Out!

Everybody take a deep breath and settle down!

Easy, Ben. Wise and patient.

Wise and patient.

[Growling softly]

Gravattack: Ahh. We should start by sitting down.

Then we should use our inside voices, like, uh ... like grown-ups.

[Growls softly]

Gravattack: Please?

This here looks like a good spot.

Drilling teams, into position ... now!

Activate the drill!

[Blink! Blink!]

You can see our point if you refer to the chart on form 28.

Gravattack: Aah. Aah!

You see? Ben Tennyson agrees with the Appoplexians.

He is sick of you! We win! We win!

I believe he's disgusted with you and your race.

It is causing him much discomfort.

Gravattack: No, no. I've got this itch I can't reach.

[Grunts]

Do you have any idea how rude that is?

Gravattack: Sorry. Sorry.

[Grunts]

Max: Something is wrong with Ben.

Rook: Blukic and Driba, can you enhance the image?

Gravattack: [grunting]

[Whirring]

Rook: Fleas? Ben has fleas?

Max: Hulex ... they must be what's bothering Ben.

Rook: Hulex fleas are intelligent. If we ask them to stop,

they might listen to reason. But we need some way to contact

them without interrupting the peace talks.

Driba: We may have your solution.

Of course, this machine is still in alpha testing.

Rook: [sighs heavily]

Activate the machine.

[Whirs]

It worked! [Rumbling]

[Gasps]

- Driba: It didn't work! - Blukic: We vaporized him.

- Driba, this is all your fault! - Driba: No, it isn't!

- Blukic: Yes, it is. - Driba: No, it isn't!

Max: How do you know it didn't work?

Blukic: Rook has a two-way communicator.

If he shrunk successfully, we'd be hearing his voice.

Rook: I am right here. Can you not hear me?

Blukic: We better unplug this thing so no one ever uses it again.

Rook: I'm down here!

Blukic! Driba! You're ...

[Gasps]

Rook: Look out!

[Grunts]

Driba: Ow! Ow! Ow, ow! Something's hitting me!

Max: Rook!

Blukic: No. His communicator's dead.

Max: Why is this speaker off?

Rook: Stop walking! Repeat ... stop walking!

I do not wish to go out like this!

- Driba: He's alive! - Blukic: Driba!

I owe you a soda.

So... if we agree on the definition of "sand," then we

can consider points 7 through 20.

Gravattack: Ahh.

Mmmmmm.

Ah ah ah ah ah.

Rook: [grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

The eagle has landed. Do you copy?

Max: We read you loud and clear.

There's no way to let Ben know what we're doing,

so it's up to you to get the Hulex to stop or

at least hold off till the peace conference works.

Rook: If the peace conference works.

I do not know how long Ben can hold it together.

Where are the Hulex now?

Driba: They appear to have moved and set up a new digging site.

Blukic: Look for Gravattack's big, red energy core.

It's in his stomach.

Gravattack: [stomach sounds] [Growls]

Uh [clears throat] e-excuse me.

I agree. Vexx could go for some food right about now.

Mallice is feeling hungry! And Mallice hates feeling anything!

But he especially hates feeling hungry!!

For once, you say something that makes sense.

Gravattack: Yes. Yes. Now we're talking.

We can order from Burger Shack.

- That sounds... agreeable. - Agreed.

Gravattack: Okay, okay. This is good.

We're agreeing on things. Now what food do you want?

Our side request hamburgers, raw, topped with guigzilianog

cheese, junzin slime sprouts, and pickles.

Ugh! Disgusting! Pickles?!

Mallice wants 42 burgers,

animal-style ... oh, yeah ... with onions!

Onions? Ohh! I can't stand the smell of onions!

Then we are even. I can't stand the smell of you!

Is it a fight you want?

[Growls]

Hey, that's my challenge!

You can't have it!

Gravattack: Ahhh.

Rook: I mean you no harm. I need to speak to your leader.

I'm the Colonel in charge.

Rook: Colonel, you may find this hard to believe, but you

are not standing on a planet. You are standing on a living being.

Uh-huh.

- Rook: You must stop drilling. - Stop drilling?

Rook: You are derailing an important peace conference.

Stop at once!

I'm afraid not. We have a mission to complete.

Rook: You are drilling into Gravattack's core?

- Roger that. - Rook: But if you destabilize

the core, it will reach critical mass and... melt down.

[All grunt]

Rook: [grunts]

Once the peace conference is destroyed, the Appoplexians and

Luodans will go to war, and our mission here will be complete.

Rook: [grunts]

Whoa!

Rook: Max, come in. This is a ...

[music]

[Groans]

No long-range uplink. Too many of 'em.

Squad 1, stay here and set the explosives!

Squad 2, with me!

All: Yes, sir!

Gravattack: [grunting]

We can choose peace, or we can choose conflict.

Believe me, the Luodans want peace.

Mere words, Poltroon. We have heard these words before.

Why now should we trust you?!

Because if you don't trust us, then... it's war.

Let me tell you something, grand hoo-ha!

Vexx will squish your women and children between graham

crackers and turn them into s'mores! They will be delicious!

[Whirring, beeping]

You don't have the guts ... cat guts.

Gravattack: I have never felt such pain!

Ohhhh!

Aaaaaaaah!

Aaaaaaaah!

[Crash]

[All gasp]

Both: War!

To... war.

Gravattack: Was it something I said?

Talks have failed. You failed!

Then war is our only option.

Gravattack: No! Let's try to keep things calm.

- Rook: Ben! - Gravattack: Huh?

Oh. Oh, great. Now I'm going crazy.

Rook: You are not crazy!

Gravattack: Rook? Rook, where are you?

Rook: Listen to me. You have alien fleas on your stomach.

Gravattack: Still going with "crazy."

Rook: They may have already breached your energy core.

You are very close to critical mass.

Gravattack: Ohh!

Everybody back! I'm going nuclear!

Ben Tennyson, you are the strangest peace negotiator in

- the history of the Universe! - Rook: Get out before you

explode and take them and the whole Plumber base with you.

- Oh, no. Poltroon?! - I'm sorry I can't stay, but

I don't want to be around here when you

... how do I say this gently? ... Vaporize.

How can you do this? The peace conference was your idea.

To get everyone in one place. With you and the Appoplexians

gone, I take power, then launch a final attack to destroy our enemy.

And with Ben 10 gone, no one can stop me.

Max: Get that door open!

Driba: Poltroon has sabotaged all our internal systems!

Blukic: It's gonna take at least an hour to reboot

everything ... longer if we have to call tech support.

Driba: Blukic, we're tech support!

Max: [sighs]

Rook: We might defuse you if you transformed into another alien.

Gravattack: No. Blukic and Driba wired the Omnitrix so I can't change.

Doesn't really matter now, does it? Soon it'll all be over.

Rook: Why would you sacrifice yourself for these cowards?

Because of our size and physiology, we will survive the core meltdown.

Rook: Not unlike cockroaches.

Ben, this short-range uplink should let you hear me.

Gravattack: Ugh!

Rook! Is everything going okay?!

Ahhh!

Ohh. [Grunts]

It's no use.

Let me tell you something, unbreakable iron bars!

Mallice hates you!

[Growls]

You made a powerful enemy today! Oh, yeah!

[Grunts]

Rook: Ben, shut your mouth,

and whatever you do, do not open it until I tell you to!

Gravattack: Why? What are you doing?

Rook: Humor me!

If we're going to get out of here, we must work together.

We have put aside our differences, but we need

help to figure a way out. Help us, Ben Tennyson.

Gravattack: Mnh. Mnh, mnh.

It's obvious Ben Tennyson wants us to work it out for ourselves!

You're wise beyond your years, Ben Tennyson.

Gravattack: [groans]

Rook: Ben! Mouth open ... now!

Aaaaah!

Ah, it doesn't matter. He won't survive the core meltdown.

Just to be safe, sir, should we ready an evacuation plan?

Evacuate? In our moment of triumph?

[Sighs] I think you overestimate their chances.

Gravattack: [groans]

It's over! The madness is running wild!

We're doomed!

Look, I'm sorry that I let things get to this point.

I am sorry. We should have left the bathrooms unlocked for you.

Rook: There it is.

[Grunts]

Gravattack: Aaah! Aaaah!

Rook did it!

Ben: Man, am I glad that's over.

Jury Rigg: Fix, fix, fix! Fix, fix, fix!

Fix, fix, fix!

Thank you, Ben Tennyson, ad best of luck in your future endeavors.

Jury Rigg: [laughs maniacally]

[Wind blowing]

You're... alive?

Ben: And feeling much better, thank you very much.

I'm sorry, but that's not going to last.

Rath: Lemme tell ya somethin', Poltroon of Luoda!

Aaah!

[Sighs]

You're the Universe's greatest hero?

You don't seem impressive.

Rath: Rath isn't about being impressive.

Rath is about being angry!

And Rath's angry is impressive!

[Roars]

- This is for trying to blow up my people! - Uhh!

Rath: This is for trying to blow up your people!

And this is for trying to blow up me!

Polaris piledriver!

Ugh!

Rath: Yah!

Sirius butt-kickin'! [Warbling]

Aaaaaaah!

Gaaaaaah!

Oh. This little thing?

It unleashes a sonic signal that is rather deadly to Appoplexians.

I'm sorry, but this is where it ends.

Rath: Lemme tell you somethin'!

Rath still has one surprise left in him!

[Shouts indistinctly]

[Growls]

Poltroon of Luoda, you got any more fancy

weapons designed to stop Appoplexians?!

[Sighs] No.

Rath: Rah! Then peace out.

Max: Here's to peace in the galaxy, thanks to Ben.

Ben: I didn't have to do anything. They worked it out themselves.

The Appoplexians apologized, and the Luodans promised that

- they'll keep kitty litter handy. - Rook: What about Poltroon?

Max: For the time being, the Plumbers are gonna keep Poltroon

in custody ... at least until we figure out where those Hulex fleas went.

I claim this land in the name of the Hulex.

Ohh-ohh-ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh!

Ohhh!

Ohh! Ahh! Ahh! Aaaaahh!

Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!

Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

Ohh! Aah! Aah! Ohh!

[Boing!]

Ooooh. [Thud]

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