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♪ Ben 10 ♪

♪ Ben 10 ♪

♪ Ben 10 ♪

♪ Ben 10 ♪

♪ Ben 10 ♪

♪ Ben 10 ♪

♪ Ben 10 ♪

♪ Ben 10 ♪

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[ Train cars rumbling ]

I didn't realize there were so many trains

that came through the San Francisco station.

Grandpa! This train can get to Los Angeles in under 2 hours.

Wow. That's fast! We'll be back by dinner.

The question is, will we make it with or without your cousin?

[ Laughs ] Sure. I'll sign your dog.

Man: Hey, it's that cool alien kid from the news.

I heard his favorite color is pizza.

Yo, turn into that red guy for us!

That's right. Ben is the name. Becoming 10 aliens is my game.

Who knew I had fans?

Okay. You can stop now. Can I?

I have a responsibility to my fans.

That's questionable. Questionable?

Gwen, these people love me.

What's wrong with basking in the glow of a little hero praise?

They hardly even know you.

Don't let your pride get the best of you.

Pride is everything, Gwen.

That's how you know you're a star.

No need to argue, you two.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Whoa, Grandpa, that guy just cut.

It's okay, Ben. I'm sure he's just excited.

[ Beep ]

Aww, looks like he needs some help.

Hey, not everyone is as hip as your grandpa.

Uh, excuse me, sir, don't worry.

These machines can be tricky.

I can help you out if you want.

You just got to...

Ah, you're a robot.

Ben.

[ Crowd screaming ]

Those look like Steam Smith's robots.

It's Smythe! I can never remember.

Well, no reason to keep up the facade.

My automatons will make swift work of you!

Oh, you want swift work?

You got it.

These bots aren't going to make

swift work of anything any time soon.

How dare you disparage my beautiful soldiers?

I just call it like I see it.

For a guy so hung up on the past,

you sure can't seem to remember

how good I am at taking these things apart.

Yeah! All right. Go, Ben!

I could use a hand here.

Don't want to hog all the fun.

Go, Team Tennyson! You monster!

Look what you've done to my beautiful clockwork soldiers.

Show some respect for the grandeur of days past!

Oh!

I will not stand to be treated

in such an undignified manner!

Looks like your busted old tin cans lose again.

You should probably go crawl back to your hole.

Crowd: Ooh!

What you need, my boy,

is to be held accountable for this ungentlemanly behavior.

You've forced my hand.

Wait, what? What was that?

Ben, you've been challenged to a duel.

Yes, the wizened old codger is correct.

Rude. But I already beat you.

Well, duels aren't really so much

about practical real-life skill

as they are about pride and bragging rights.

My two favorite things. Or we could just leave.

Ben, I don't know about...

Those bragging rights are as good as mine!

Name your terms then, boy.

If I win, you have to admit

that your steampunk junk

is useless garbage.

Very well, but when I best you,

I call for public humiliation in front of your adoring fans.

Wait, can we do that over? This sounds way worse for me.

It is a fatal blow to a man's pride

to refuse a gentlemanly duel.

This is dumb. Yeah.

You don't need to do -- I accept!

Why do I bother?

What to use? What to use? Ah-ha!

Wait. What?

I believe that, as the slap-ee,

the dueling implement and location

are to be of Ben's choosing.

How do you know so much about dueling, Grandpa?

Oh, this is hardly my first duel rodeo.

Confound it. Thwarted by my own gentlemanly conduct.

This ancient agitator is correct.

You're no spring chicken yourself.

Okay, Ben, it's really important

you think this through carefully.

I think I know just the place.

Okay, Smythe.

How do you feel about Laser Town?

Laser Town?!

Weren't you banned forever last time you went there?

Details aren't my thing.

Oh, hello, my good man.

Ring us us for your finest one-on-one deluxe.

Hmm. What did you say your name was?

Benford Nineyson.

They're all set. Let the battle of the big egos begin, I guess.

Once the alarm goes off,

the first one to 10,000 points wins.

Good luck lasting that long.

Oh, I assure you, boy,

I am every bit as much a finely tuned machine as my constructs.

Ooh. Sick self-burn.

All right, Upgrade, time to make the most

mega-lasery laser gun ever to laser.

Huh, Upgrade is still off-line.

Where are you hiding, buddy?

[ Laughs ] This is what happens when you

rely on the planned obsolescence of modern technology,

always letting you down when you need it most.

Now how does this contraption function...

[ Buzzer ] Aah! Whoa!

Match begins. Whatever.

Any alien is good enough for you.

Think fast.

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Oh! This is not fair!

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Hope you're ready to admit your steam tech is garbage,

Smythe! [ Laughs ]

Huh? What? Hmm.

You're only stalling the inevitable, gearhead!

How true. All I need to win this duel is time.

[ Crash ]

Ah! Oh!

What is that?

There's nothing you can do to stop me

from getting that last point.

[ Crash ] Whoa. What? Okay. Time out.

Oh, very well. Do what you must.

Ugh, I'll deal with you when I get back.

We'll see about that.

What is that?

That's what I said.

Smythe: Do you like my new construct?

I made it just for the occasion.

How is this supposed to help you win laser tag?

Simple, it isn't.

What it's supposed to do

is destroy your ultra-modern train station.

Okay. Back to the arena.

I'm going to go score my last point and end this now.

Ben, people are going to get hurt.

But if I lose this, Steam Smythe is going to humiliate me

in front of all my fans.

They like you because you're a hero,

not because you can beat some mecha-geezer at laser tag.

Time is running out.

My creation will reach the station any minute now.

Who needs pride when you've got honor?

You know what, Gwen? You're right.

Hey! You're that banned kid!

Here. [ Smythe laughs ]

You're doing the right thing.

I know.

If you'll excuse me, it's hero time.

I trust no one will object if I call time in!

[ Laughing ]

[ Crash, screaming ]

My train should be here any sec.

Whoa, what -- what's going on?

That is one might big fist bump,

but I like my personal space.

Whoa!

That's all you've got, tin can?

Whoa!

Sorry, buddy, but this is one ticket you won't be punching.

Uh-oh. Ugh.

I'll give Steam Smythe one thing --

that hunk of junk is pretty rock solid.

You may be tough, but you're super slow.

Going to have to find a way to take it down from the inside.

Huh, that fiery pipe might lead somewhere.

Heatblast like fire.

This is awesome. Oh, man.

It would be a real bummer if I timed out right now.

Let's not think about that.

Yeppers. This is the spot.

Robots, please keep your gears

and coal in the vehicle at all times.

Rah! Let's overcook this hunk of junk.

[ Alarm bell ringing ]

Right. I need to get out of here before it blows.

Oh! Oh!

Get back. It's going to blow!

Uh, not what I expected to happen.

Well, I have a duel to win.

[ Laughing ] You stand defeated, my boy.

Winner.

You may have beaten my elegant conducto-bot,

but you lose your pride.

Ben, wait. You don't have to do this.

No.

Your modern machines were built to fall.

Hurry it up, Gwen.

The coal-burning engines

of the industrial revolution...

Any time now...

Were the finest stage of society's evolution.

Finally, everyone sees how inferior you really are.

Continue, child. You must read the rest.

Huh? [ Chuckles ]

I didn't think you had what it takes to do the honorable thing.

You lose!

No. You lose. You're going to jail.

What? No! Unhand me!

I won. I'm the winner!

Good idea to get the police, Gwen.

You sure helped Ben out.

Smell you later, Steam Breath.

I'm sorry you had to do this.

Well, I'd do anything to get him arrested.

Hey. Hey. Can I get a pic? Smile!

Hey, delete that.

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This is not fair!