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Mwah!

I can see you're having

fun.

Nah.

Fun was the 14th hole.

Remember that miracle shot I

made off of Abraham Lincoln's

face?

Through Lincoln's face.

Video or it didn't

happen.

I still say you should

be penalized two strokes.

It's just a game.

Why can't you just relax and

have fun with it?

Because some of us take

games kind of seriously.

Let's go.

Me and Gwen are four strokes up.

Last shot is Ben's.

Ahem!

If it wouldn't be too much

trouble.

Huh?

No trouble at all.

What am I doing?

Never mind.

I'll figure it out.

We're winning, and

Ben's on the death hole.

There's no way we can lose.

Against Ben?

There's always a way.

Let's get this over

with.

Brainstorm!

Straightforward puzzle.

I posit that a simple

application of physics and

angular mechanics should provide

a more than adequate solution.

Or in more colloquial terms...

Game over!

A hole in one on the

death hole?

That's -- that's cheating.

That's Ben.

Winning.

It's what I do.

No.

Best two out of three, right

now.

Vibrating the

course?

Hmm!

Hardly sporting.

Almost as déclassé as driving a

ball through our 16th

president's proboscis.

We're not doing it.

Techadon!

Always good news.

I still want a

rematch.

If memory serves,

our previous techadon had a

weakness -- a weakness for...

Goop!

It's an alien war

machine.

You don't want to do that.

Fine, but I still want

my rematch.

Later.

Later.

It's locked on Ben.

Goop worked on you

once.

Once. It'll work on you again.

The Techadon's control

module.

It's like the black box

on an airplane.

Maybe there's a record of who

programmed it to come after me.

I'll get what data I

can and safely dispose of it.

Why do you say "safely

dispose" when we all know you've

already lined up a buyer?

Because it makes me

sound less greedy.

According to this,

there are two miniature golf

courses within 20 miles of here.

When's good for you?

I kind of thought we'd

focus on the killer robot.

When's...Good...For

you?

We'll take Julie home.

We'll take Julie home. Meet up with you later.

Super-competitive.

She's a tennis pro.

Of course she's

super-competitive.

Mad.

If I don't ask why,

you're going to tell me anyway,

aren't you?

It's the way you won.

Everything comes too easily for

you.

You always win.

That's not true.

Okay, I guess it is kind of

true.

That summer riding

around together with grandpa in

the rust bucket, you never

seemed to take anything

seriously, but then everything

would always somehow work out

for you in the end.

I hated that.

In my defense, I was

10 years old.

I'm way more mature now.

It took a while, but I

eventually figured out that,

deep down, you do care, you do

take things seriously, and you

work hard at what you do.

Swish!

You just always make

everything look easy.

Back when we were kids,

did you ever think we'd become

friends?

No.

I thought you were gonna drive

me insane -- me or grandpa.

Probably both.

One time, grandpa said,

when I was old enough, he was

going to give me the rust

bucket, that I'd have to drive

it to school every day, take my

date to the prom in it.

I was totally convinced.

I know.

Pranking you was my idea.

It was?!

Oh, man. That was evil.

I spent a week stressed out of

my mind.

But once again, you got

the last laugh.

You're 16, and you've got a cool

sports car.

Kevin's got one, too.

Everyone has a car but me.

Everywhere I look, all I see are

cars.

You really want a car?

I've got an idea.

Not the rust bucket.

Then I got nothing.

You could drive mine sometimes

if you want.

Bad news.

That was no ordinary techadon.

It looks just like the

ones we fought before.

And does it matter?

We smashed it.

The other ones were

off the shelf, a standard battle

robot anybody can buy.

The robot we fought tonight was

a custom job created by the

weapon masters of techadon.

It must have cost a fortune.

Somebody's put a hit on you.

I'm not worried.

You should be.

The Techadons will keep coming.

Each one will be stronger than

the one before, and they won't

stop until you're destroyed.

I'll take it down with goop.

Bad idea.

Each robot learns from the one

before.

This one's gonna be harder to

stop.

They're not so tough.

They're big brute robots.

And I've got my own big brute.

Rath!

Let me tell you something,

custom-made techadon robot

designed specifically to destroy

me, you may be big, but rath is

even bigger!

Except for the part where you're

taller and heavier than me.

But that doesn't matter, 'cause

the bigger they are, the

harder --

Rath doesn't remember how the

rest of that goes.

The bigger they are, they harder

they fall!

That's what rath was gonna say!

By that logic, you being bigger

than rath is a disadvantage!

Whoa!

You -- you broke Mr. smoothy.

Custom-made techadon robot

designed specifically to destroy

me, you can hurt me!

You can hurt the things I stand

for!

You can even hurt my feelings if

I had any!

But no one, and I mean no one,

hurts the smoothy!

Cosmic clothesline!

Ophiuchus suplex!

Flying ophiuchus suplex!

From the top rope!

Ursa major body slam!

Reticulum armbar!

And stay down!

You couldn't find out

who's sending them?

It wasn't in the Techadon's

memory?

Custom jobs, remember?

Then let's pay a visit

to these weapon masters of

techadon.

They must have records of who

they sold these things to.

Doesn't work that way.

Nobody talks to the weapon

masters.

Someone with a lot of money pays

for a mobile techadon

fabricator.

It keeps churning out killer

robots until the job is done.

So we find the

fabricator.

The control console

might be broadcasting back to

it.

You two get on it

before another one shows up.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna find whoever

ordered the hit.

Never happen.

It can't be done.

"Can't be done."

Stupid thing to say.

Unless you're trying to goad her

into doing something impossible.

Picking up techadon

energy signature somewhere in a

three-mile radius of here.

Three-mile radius, huh?

Don't want to hear it.

I don't see any way in.

I can think of a way.

Big chill!

Ow!

I can't phase through it.

And I can't absorb it.

It's

indestructible.

Come on.

If there's one thing you're good

at, it's breaking stuff.

True.

If the stuff doesn't break me

first.

Need a spaceship?

No problem.

But ask dad for a car?

But ask dad for a car? "Maybe for graduation."

Gwen Tennyson.

What brings you out to these

parts?

I think you did,

Vulkanus.

Did you hear that someone put a

hit out on Ben?

Eh, tough break for

Tennyson.

Any clues to the perpetrator?

I mean, the list of people that

want to see him dead is awfully

long.

True.

But the list of people who hate

Ben and can also afford a custom

techadon fabricator's a lot

shorter.

Yeah.

I am stinkin' rich, ain't I?

Call it off!

Couldn't even if I

wanted to.

It's auto-programmed.

It won't stop until Ben is gone.

If I were you, I'd head home and

spend some quality time with

Ben.

Your last moments with him.

As for me, I'm gonna stay here

and celebrate.

Couldn't help

overhearing your situation.

Argit.

Hangin' out here while

the Techadons hunt Ben down?

Vulkanus, you are one trusting

guy.

Trusting?

You're missing all the

action when Ben bites the big

one.

If he bites it.

What do you mean,

"if"?

Let's face it, tubby.

Ben Tennyson's gotten out of his

share of impossible situations

before.

This is none of your

business.

Why don't you just keep out?

I'm just saying, if I

spent that kind of dough, I'd

want to see for myself that I

got what I paid for.

But, you know, that's just me.

You're right.

I need to see it.

Right. Make sure.

- Right. Make sure. - Yeah, make sure.

Ever consider a career in the

fast-paced, high-salaried world

of the professional con artist?

Thanks for the help.

- Thanks for the help. - Anytime, red.

Keep away from

them.

I'll do better than

that.

That.

Powerful than the other ones.

Yep.

And nothing I've

used before is going to work on

this one.

Nope.

Am I forgetting

anything?

Probably.

Probably something bad for us.

Aah!

Oh, my head. Whoa!

The ground.

The ground.

Need to cool

things off.

Ultimate

Ultimate big chill!

Too many bystanders around here.

Come on, techadon!

You want me!

You want me! Come and get me!

Just what I was looking for.

Well, deserted, anyway.

Echo echo!

House.

It's over, Tennyson!

You don't stand a chance!

Give up while you still have

your dignity!

Dignity?

You're talking to me about

dignity?

This is gonna be

sweet.

When this is over, I'm gonna

celebrate it right.

I'm throwing a riot!

How are we doing?

Still alive so far.

How about you?

Figure out who ordered the

Techadons?

Boo!

Weak sauce, Tennyson!

Weak sauce!

It's only focused on

Ben.

Ben. Try and get between them.

Oh, sure!

Ultimate

Ultimate echo echo!

No, and even if I did,

there's just gonna be another

one.

They're gonna keep coming and

coming.

If it makes you feel

any better, after it finishes

you off, I'm gonna pound

Vulkanus like nobody's business.

That does

not make me feel any better.

Wait a second.

How does the techadon keep

finding me?

Visual lock.

Not on my

face.

I keep changing form, but it

still knows me.

Something else.

Got it!

I can't beat it, so I'm not

going to try.

What are you doing?

- What are you doing? - Something clever.

Ultimatrix.

No Ultimatrix, no target.

Cool.

Hey, Kevin, you still

got your old I.D. Mask?

No!

Don't just stand there!

Get him!

Tennyson's right there!

He's right there!

You have got to be kidding!

You don't look happy to

see me.

How did you do that?

What did you do?

Techadons are killers,

but they're not exactly known

for their smarts.

What did you expect?

I spent enough

money on that thing to buy a

small solar system.

What did I expect?

Kind of expected it to --

I don't know -- destroy you.

Maybe you should go

back and demand a refund.

Don't tell me what

to do!

Or what?

You gonna send a techadon after

me?

Burn.

This isn't over.

You know where to find

me.

I'll be waiting.

No hard feelings,

right, Vulkanus?

Get your hands off

me!

Just trying to be

Just trying to be friendly, sort of.

Looking at me for?

Problem?

What did you do?

Tag. You're it.

Tag. You're it.

Tennyson, I wish I

could hate you to death!

We got lucky.

I wasn't worried.

Figured I'd get out of it

somehow.

Come on.

We promised Julie another round

of golf.

Of golf. You drive.

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