Original subtitles

Good day. Welcome to Undertown.

Uh, durin' the next two hours or so, you're gonna see many

fascinating sights, uh, alien wonders, and a universe

of great bargains in the Undertown market stalls.

[tourists murmuring] [camera shutter clicks]

[tires screech, tourists gasp] Hey!

What in the name of Eibod ... [gun cocks, whirs]

[gasps] Hi!

- Hiya-hiya-hiya! - This is a stick-up!

- Hand over your valuables! - Is this part of the tour?

Get a good shot, Walt. [camera shutter clicks ]

This ain't no show. Cough 'em up!

[all screaming] [backup signal beeps]

[tires screech] [vehicle door opens, closes]

Rook: Step away from the vehicle and surrender.

Make us. [sighs]

- I knew you were gonna say that. - Dirt!

- Dirt! Dirt! - Ben: That, not so much.

[beep] Rath: Let me tell ya somethin', ya Undertown lowlifes!

Nobody gets to hold up tourists as long as Rath is around!

Fry him!

Rook: Shall I repeat the part about surrendering?

Rath: Don't waste your breath, Rook Blonko, alien Plumber

partner and confidant who speaks without using contractions!

[all scream]

[Omnitrix powers down]

Look what you did to my bus!

Ben: Oh, please. I've wrecked way bigger stuff

- than that. - Once again, friends, we see

the danger in our very midst ... not only from the uncataloged

aliens roaming above and below the streets, but from the

Unsanctioned, violent, and sadistic Ben Tennyson.

[audio fast-forwarding]

Whoa! Who are those guys?

♪ 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 ♪

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[knock on door] There's a manicurist waiting to see you.

Make it quick. I'm live in five minutes.

- Hey, you're no manicurist! - We meet again, Mr. Harrangue.

Jimmy Jones. I was a guest on your show.

Not ringing a bell. Sorry. But guests like you would

explain why my ratings are down and I'm bleeding advertisers.

O...kay. Well, this is a frame capture

from your show. Look ... humanoids wearing metal.

I want to find out why they're there.

"Humanoids," huh? That's an awful big word.

I'd like to see the original, unedited video of that fight

- in Undertown. - Sure, kid.

$150,000 for 30 seconds of footage.

What?! I recorded 35 seconds of it off TV?!

Then you owe me $150,000.

I'll throw in the extra five seconds for free.

Oh, come on! Could I at least talk to the

- cameraman who shot the footage? - Get out, or I'll call

security! Unless you actually can do nails.

[indistinct conversations]

[ringing] It's me.

Listen, that kid with the alien blog?

He was here, and I think he's onto you.

Dr. Chadwick: Don't concern yourself, Mr. Harrangue.

We shall handle the situation.

Ben: [slurps]

- What are you doing? - Rook: I am surfboarding the internet.

It provides a fascinating insight into human culture.

Kitten video... kitteh video... look ... this one wishes to

"haz cheeseburger." And, I recently found this ...

a young human writes a bloag about the presence

- of aliens on Earth. - Ben: You mean "blog."

Rook: He mentions you frequently.

Ben: [slurps] That's Jimmy Jones ... conspiracy nut...

- and a major fanboy. - Rook: Ooh!

The one who exposed your secret identity.

- Ben: Yep. - Rook: Thus making your every

movement a matter of interest to the media.

- Ben: Uh-huh. - Rook: Which precludes your

having a healthy friendship of the boy/girl variety.

Ben: Don't you have a kitteh video you should be watching?

Hey, what do ya say, Ben 10?! You want socks?

- We can do business. - What? Me?

Oh, n-n-no. [chuckles] I'm not Ben, but I am down here

to identify some new aliens for my online database.

[beeping] [clank]

Uh... I don't know nothin' about nothin'.

You want socks? We can do business.

[gasps]

Huh?!

Aaaah!

Guh!

What do you want now, Tennyson?

[chuckles] See, no, no, no. I-I-I'm not Ben, but I am

- his biggest fan. - Yeah?

Well, that makes one of us. How do you hairless monkeys

- Tell each other apart? - Uh...

technically, we're apes, but... anyway, I-I was wondering

if you've seen the guy in this picture.

You listen to me. Not only did I not see that guy

in the picture, but I'm sick of you humans comin' around and

askin' if I seen any guy in any picture!

I, uh... [chuckles lightly] I don't understand.

Now, take off, or I'm gonna get a rock and a melon baller

and have monkey brains for lunch.

Ah! Um, uh, I-I'll just ...

Well, well. If it ain't ...

Dude, I'm just wearing his jacket, okay?!

- I'm not Ben 10! - No, you're Jimmy Jones ...

The guy in my picture!

[panting] [indistinct shouting]

Ben: Don't believe everything you read in Jimmy's blog.

Rook: Yes. Much of it appears to be badly

researched. For example, it says here that

"Ben went on a date with Ester the Kraaho."

- Ben: One movie, no food. - Rook: And "that the Incursions

left millions of eggs in our rivers ...

- a ticking time bomb." - Ben: See? Crazy talk.

Rook: And speculation about "mysterious, unclassified

humanoids in metal suits, skulking around Undertown."

Ben: Probably just me turning into [British accent] clockwork.

Rook: Or those humanoids over there.

Ben: Jimmy?! Hey! Put him down!

[panting]

Aaah!

[panting]

How can he run so fast wearing all that equipment?

Rook: Perhaps his armor is power-assisted.

Ben: That was rhetorical.

Rook: And yet, you did not have an answer. [tires squeal]

[horn honks]

[tires screech] Ben: Hey, that's...

Rook: Sir Morton, a Forever Knight who was,

- until now, presumed deceased. - Ben: I know.

- I was doing the presuming. - Have at him, lads.

[beep] Lodestar: You get the twins. I got the robot.

Throwing stars? Not a problem.

Ow! Unless they're not metal.

Rook: That is unfortunate.

Lodestar: Jimmy!

[tires squealing] Careful, hero, or you'll turn

Jimmy here into a chopped nerd salad!

Lodestar: Nerd? Really? Face it, Sir Dunce-alot ...

you're not getting away with him.

[grunts] Whoa!

Whoa!

That... was... incredible! Aw!

You're wearing a hoodie now?

I just bought my official replica. [sighs]

What are you doing down here, Jimmy Jones?

Ben: And why did those Forever Knights attack you?

Are you out of your medieval minds?!

That kid you went after was just at my studio!

Don't you get it?! Someone figures out

I'm in on this, I'll be ruined!

Dr. Chadwick: Soon, such matters will have no consequence.

- My work is nearly complete. - Dr. Chadwick, I've given you

a whole lot of money, but I haven't seen a whole lot of new

viewers, like you promised. [laughing]

Oh, come, come. People will watch your little

program again. I assure you.

Once the Forever Knights are resurgent,

you will want your name linked to ours.

As soon as we have collected the DNA profiles of every alien in

Undertown, this highbreed pulse generator will rewrite their

genetic codes and turn them all into humans.

- No more aliens? - Dr. Chadwick: Not a single one.

And I suspect that every alien

species on Earth is represented in Undertown.

It's fantastic! If every alien on Earth becomes

a human, I'll be a hero! Back on top!

- The king of cable news talk! - Dr. Chadwick: Yes.

I can't imagine that your collaboration with the Incursean

invasion helped your reputation very much.

Collaboration?! [scoffs]

I-I sabotag their invasion, despite Tennyson's interference.

Didn't you see my five-part special report?

I explained everything. Huh!

I'm telling you, this ratings slump is a total mystery.

Dr. Chadwick: Yes. Yes. Of course.

[clears throat]

[singsong voice] We haven't had this conversation.

[normal voice] You didn't see me!

I was never here! Avert your gaze!

[door closes] Is that true, what you told him?

Your beam machine's going to

change the aliens' DNA and turn them human?

Dr. Chadwick: Let us merely say that my "beam machine" will

erase all alien DNA on Earth. As for the "turn them human"

part, well, one never knows, does one?

- Now, where's the boy? - Well, we... had to leave him

- with, uh... Tennyson. - Dr. Chadwick: Your incompetence

- amazes me, sir! - We'll get him next time.

Dr. Chadwick: Well, you had better!

Wait. Yes.

I think perhaps we can finally put

Tennyson and his alien Omnitrix to good use.

Ben: How do you know it was a DNA scanner?

Okay, one, I am an expert on alien technology.

Two, I watched the video, like, a hundred times.

So, three, I am sure that's what the

knights used on that robber you clobbered.

Rook: This is disturbing news, if true.

Ben: Yeah, except it isn't. One, those guys we fought today?

They're just reheated leftovers. The Forever Knights are history.

- And two, he's just a kid. - And three, if anybody knows

what it's like to have everyone say "he's just a kid," it's you!

Ben: Fine. We'll... find out what's up.

- Can I help? - Both: No!

Dr. Chadwick: They're on the move ... and looking for us,

- with any luck. - Um, h-h-how is that lucky?

Dr. Chadwick: Because it gives you an opportunity to take

- the Tennyson and his Omnitrix. - Easily said.

Dr. Chadwick: Hold out the scanner.

You've been using this device to collect DNA data,

but it can also serve as a genetic disruptor.

- In English, please. - Dr. Chadwick: Every time

Tennyson turns into a different alien, scan him.

[chuckles evilly] You'll love what happens next.

[device beeping] [creatures bellowing]

Ho-ho-ho! This should get his attention.

[rumbling] Ben: Do... you hear something?

Rook: Yes, I do.

Huh? [grunts]

Rook: Do not touch anything. Alien technology is very complicated.

- I told you, I'm an expert at... - Rook: Touch... nothing.

Those Beryllian bovines must have broken out of

- Razzkerbag's stockyard. - Ben Mummy: Over on

glabrous place? Then they need to hang a left.

[bovines mooing]

And one more left!

- Ben: Good as new. - Rook: This may have been

- a trap. - Ben: Huh? Why would you think that?

Give it up. You're outnumbered.

Ben: Yeah? Well, outnumber this!

Huh. O...kay.

[beep] Ampfibian: Ready for a shock to your system?

- Ben: What is with this thing? - Rook: Jimmy was correct.

They are scanning DNA. Stop changing forms!

You are supplying them with more data!

Ben: Well, if I can't turn into an alien

- how can I fight them?! - You can't.

[camera shutter clicking]

Ben: [sighs] I hate force fields!

[beep]

Oh, man!

[Omnitrix beeping]

[Omnitrix sputters] Well, that was a waste of time.

Rook: As I said, Ben, the more you change, the more

- data they collect. - Dr. Chadwick: You're really

much more stubborn than you are smart.

- Ben: Nothing wrong with that. - Rook: In fact ...

Ben: There's nothing... wrong... with that.

- Rook: All right. - And need I remind you,

that force field is quite impenetrable.

- Escape is, in short, impossible. - Ben: What happened,

Dr. Chad-wack? They kick you out of the home

- for old psychos? - Dr. Chadwick: Mm... yes.

But once I get the Omnitrix from you, I can retire gracefully.

Ben: You don't expect me to just hand it over, do you?

Dr. Chadwick: Ohhh, of course not.

That wouldn't be half as much fun.

That's it! I can't just sit here!

I got to help Ben! Plus, I have to go to the

bathroom. [beep]

Huh! Easy! [tires squeal]

[cat yowls] [gasping]

Oops! But driving? Driving is hard!

Dr. Chadwick: Yes. This will make quite a mess of

- the, um... gristle. - Ben: Not really a medical

doctor, huh? [door opens, closes]

Look, Chadwick, you can ignore my calls all you like,

but I will keep coming down here until you ...

- Wooo? - Ben: Wow, Harrangue.

Being an Incursean lapdog wasn't enough?

You had to sign up with the forever nuts, too?

I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that you, sir,

- are finally brought to justice. - Ben: Justice has nothing to

do with it. They're going to vaporize every alien

on the planet. Is that how you want to go down

in history? There is such a thing

- as bad press! - I will not listen

to your lies! That is a lie, isn't it?

Dr. Chadwick: He's only trying to talk his way out of

- the punishment he deserves. - Uh... you sure?

Because I endorse a lot of health products.

Massacres will not go over well with my sponsors.

Dr. Chadwick: Mm. You have nothing to fear.

We'll continue our "chat" shortly.

Let me show you to your car.

This neighborhood is not safe, you know.

You're telling me.

Ben: How are we gonna get out of here?

Rook: I do not know. The knights took our equipment.

No one knows we are here. [tires screech]

[coughs] Hi guys!

Ben: Careful, Jimmy! If you push the wrong button ...

[gasps] Ow!

Hold still, Rook. I'll cut you out in ...

- Whaah! - Alien technology!

- Very complicated! - Ben: Yeah.

And let that be a lesson to you.

Dr. Chadwick: Keep them away from the generator!

Rook: You may transform at will.

Ben: Thank you very much. [beep]

[growls]

Wildmutt! [chuckles ] Ah, the classics.

Dr. Chadwick: Impressive performance, but futile.

You have stopped me from destroying all of the

aliens on Earth. Still, we collected dozens of

DNA samples. So even without your Omnitrix

data, the loss of life will be massive!

[clunk] Huh?

You're a bad man! You're a very, very bad man!

[generator powers up]

- Ben: Where's the off switch, Rook?! - Rook: There is none.

This device will eradicate millions of aliens here on

- Earth ... including me. - Ben: Oh, yeah.

Ben! Turn into grey matter! He's the only one with

- the brains to stop this thing! - Rook: I agree.

- Your Galvan form ... quickly! - Ben: What if the Omnitrix

doesn't give me the right alien? Huh?!

I'm not smart enough on my own to ...

Both: Do it! [beep]

Juryrigg?! Is he even smart?

Juryrigg: Smart and stubborn! Pbht!

Fix-fix-fix-fix-fix!

- Ta-da! - Did you... stop it?

Juryrigg: [cackles]

You're alive! It was a dud!

Rook: Apparently. Did you neutralize the pulse

generator or not? Nothing happened.

Juryrigg: Oh, something happened ... something big!

Big-big-big-big-big-big! [cackles]

Rook: Ben? What did you do? [cackles]

["America the beautiful" plays]

[yawns] [muttering]

Aaaaaaah!

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