1x15 - Malefactor
Ben: The Olde Belwood Days festival is the first personal
appearance I've done in months.
I can't find my name on here anywhere.
Rook: Ben, I know you are famous through much of the universe,
but it does not seem right for a Plumber to seek personal celebrity.
Ben: Rook, Plumber. Ben, heroic dude.
If people want to shower me with
attention, who am I to stand in their way?
Ben Tennyson.
Natalie Alvarez, deputy director, Belwood parks and
recreation, and the event organizer for this little shindig.
We spoke on the phone.
I'm glad you and your sidekick could join us here today.
- Rook: Sidekick? - I wanted to get
Kangaroo commando for this year's festival.
But the kids were all "Ben 10, Ben 10," don't you know?
Ben: Oh, man. Kangaroo commando would've been sweet!
Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine.
We're on a tight schedule, so if you'll just follow me...
- That, of course, is the bell. - Rook: The bell?
The world's largest wooden sleigh bell to commemorate
the laplanders who founded Belwood in 1638.
Hand-carved from solid walnut, it weighs over 3,000 pounds.
- Rook: Bell. Wood. - Ben: So, Ms. Alvarez, I know
it's probably just some huge typo or something, but I can't
seem to find my name on here.
- Hmm? Oh, yes. - Ben: I mean, it's kind of
weird, since I'm the guest of honor and all.
There's got to be some kind of mistake, lady.
I'm Ben Tennyson, superhero.
Saved the world, like, a billion times.
And the kids want a chance to dunk you.
All proceeds go to charity. Thanks again.
Ben: This is ridiculous. I'm out of here.
[ bell dings ]
Whoa!
[ coughing ]
Rook: It is for charity.
♪ 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 ♪
[ both laugh ]
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Do Big Chil... no, wait no. Brainstorm!
Oh, sure. Now the Omnitrix gives me what I want.
Out of my way, dweebs.
[ bell dings ]
[ cheers ]
Stinkfly!
[ bell dings ]
Wildmutt!
[ growls ]
Spidermonkey!
[ screams ]
Humungousaur!
[ splash ]
[ audience groans ]
I bet you're not even the real Humungousaur.
You're probably just some loser in a cheap costume.
Humungousaur: Dude, you just saw me transform.
Lame. I'm out of here.
Ben: Rook, where've you been? I'm getting killed here.
Rook: I was purchasing more tickets.
- Ben: Seriously not cool, man. - Rook: It is for a good cause.
Ben: You already paid for the tickets.
The charity still gets the money even if you don't dunk me.
Rook: But where is the fun in that?
[ explosion, screams ]
[ growls ]
The bell! Save the bell!
Rook: I think I got its attention.
Ben: Aw, man. I thought we sent this puppy to the pound.
You go find the huntsman.
He's got to be around here somewhere, controlling it.
I'll teach this old dog some new tricks.
Rook: This is no time to be teaching tricks to a...
I'm just going to assume from now on that everything you ever
say is just some weird expression.
Ben: Hey, ugly. Over here.
The bell! [ gasps ]
Giant bell!
- Look out! - Run!
[ screams ]
Ben: Oh, come on. I have to save that kid?
It would be so fitting if you gave me Humungousaur.
Heatblast?
Whoa!
[ groans ]
Aw, man, that was a close ...
Can't really fight fire with fire in this case.
[ distant roaring ]
Khyber: You should've learned by now,
no one gets the drop on Khyber the Huntsman.
Rook: There's a first time for everything.
Khyber: This is between me and Tennyson.
Rook: When you let your pet run rampant, threatening
innocent civilians, I make it my concern.
Khyber: Hmm. [ screams ]
[ shrieks ] The bell! Save the bell!
Heatblast: Yeah, kind of busy right now.
Ben: [ grunts ]
Armodrillo: Now to really shake things up.
Slamworm?
Rook, you've got to find Khyber.
And make him stop whistling commands at the dog.
Khyber: Your partner's having a little problem, is he?
Rook: Khyber is not whistling.
Armodrillo: He has to be. His creature is changing as fast as I ...
- Save the bell! - Armodrillo: Lady, if it's
okay with you, how about I save the people from the bell.
[ screeching ]
Armodrillo: Hey, no snacking on the superhero.
Whoa!
[ screaming ]
This thing can instantly match me, alien-for-alien now.
But what about an alien you've never seen before?
[ screeching ]
[ whirring ]
Big Chill: Huh? Oh.
Never thought I'd see one of you guys again.
Ben: Whoa, the holographic presidents' heads look totally real.
Gwen: Yeah, you can hardly
tell that some doofus wrecked the real ones.
Ben: Wasn't my fault.
The Forever King stole the sub-energy and ...
Gwen: And you turned into Upchuck and belched away half a mountain.
Not to mention a national monument. Good job, hero.
Ben: Is that what happened? I thought you looked at it.
Max: That's enough, you two.
Mount Rushmore is a working Plumber base now.
So I want you both to be on your best behavior.
Gwen: You still haven't told us what we're doing here, Grandpa.
What's the big surprise?
Max: If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise.
[ beeping ]
Ben: Whoa.
So you're back in the Plumbing business, huh, Grandpa?
Max: No way. I'm strictly retired.
M-Magister Tennyson, sir. It's an honor.
- Max: As you were, Plumber. - Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
- Ben: Magister? What's that? - Max: This way.
[ beeps ]
[ whirring ]
There it is, kids. A real, live Psycholeopteran.
The Plumbers confiscated this one from some interstellar smugglers.
It's being kept here until it
can be moved off-world to a wildlife preserve.
[ growls ]
[ whirring ]
- Ben: Gross. - Max: Take a good look.
They're almost extinct. This might be your last chance to see one.
Gwen: I don't get it.
Why would anybody smuggle some big, ugly bug?
- And what do I need thee glasses for? - Ben: To hide your ugly face.
- Gwen: Pbht. - Ben: Pbht.
Max: Psycholeopterans hunt by hypnotizing their prey.
Those patterns on their wings directly
stimulate the reward centers of the brain.
Gwen: Reward centers?
So whatever you want most, that's what you see?
- Max: Smart girl. - Ben: So cool.
[ shrieks ]
- Max: Ben. - Ben: Whoa!
Max: And that's why people smuggle them.
- Staring at them is addictive. - Gwen: If they don't bite your face off.
Ben: That... was... awesome!
I was the most famous superhero in the universe.
There were people cheering wherever I went.
Gwen: That's what you want most? [ laughs ] Lame.
Ben: And you had to clean my room.
Gwen: [ scoffs ] Keep dreaming.
Max: Strange that it would go after you, Ben.
Psycholeopterans usually hunt creatures
that can phase through solid matter.
Ben: You mean Ectonurites, like Ghostfreak?
Max: Close. They're called Necrofriggians.
Red alert! Security breach at main entrance.
Red alert. Security breach at main entrance.
Max: You kids stay here while I check this out.
[ alarm sounding ]
Ben: No way. Red alert means hero time.
Awesome! What do you think it is?
Giant robot? Monster-tentacle thing?
Gwen: Big trouble if Grandpa Max catches us.
[ both gasp ]
Ben: Malware. What's he doing here?
- What? - Huh?
Malware: Mine.
[ laughs ]
[ all gasp ]
Gwen: Don't. Grandpa Max said ...
Ben: Let Malware destroy the whole base and everyone in it?
I don't think so. It's hero time.
Max: Ben, no!
Gwen: Forcis nebuli!
Malware: Ben Tennyson, the bane of very existence.
I should've known you'd be here.
Xlr8: What can I say? I get around.
Max: That's it, Ben. Keep him busy.
Xlr8: Is that the best you can do?
Wow, dude, you really are defective.
Ben: [ gasps ]
Malware: I am superior.
- Max: Ben, are you okay? - Ben: Okay?
I am awesome! Whoo-hoo!
Another victory for team Tennyson.
Max: The tachyon cannon is a weapon of last resort.
It keys into the target's biosignature, then disrupts
every individual cell with matching DNA.
It took Malware apart on a subcellular level.
[ laughs ]
You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?
Too slow, old man. It's mine now.
What a shame your weapon
couldn't properly disrupt my mutated genetic code.
I wonder what effect it will have on human DNA.
Let's find out, shall we?
[ laughs maniacally ]
[ laughs ]
Max: Don't do this, Malware. Human DNA has less than 1% variation.
You could wipe out every human within 100 miles, maybe more.
Malware: A bonus.
Feedback: Now how'd you like a little feedback?
[ screeches ]
[ powering down ]
You insolent brat!
Feedback: You... also something bad.
But what's this? Tennyson once again gets the upper hand.
He goes in for the winning move.
[ laughs ]
I'd like nothing better than to drain you to an empty shell.
But I've gotten what I came for. You've already lost,
Ben Tennyson, and you don't even know it.
[ laughs ]
Ben: Aw, I was all ready to blast him into atoms.
Gwen: He said he got what he came for. That big alien gun?
Max: There are easier ways to get a tachyon cannon.
It had to be something he could only get here.
Gwen: Phew. It's still here.
Max: But Malware or someone who works for him was here, too. Look.
[ snarls ]
Ben: Why would someone sneak
in to grab the galaxy's rarest creature but then just leave it?
Gwen: He didn't. He said he had what he came for.
Max: But what?
Big Chill: Khyber and his buddies have been
collecting alien predator DNA for the last five years.
[ snarls ]
Big Chill: But if this is about taking me out, how come
Khyber isn't here for his big moment?
He wouldn't let his dog hog all the glory.
Splat like a bug on a windshield.
Duh. Of course it can go intangible, too.
It's my... natural... predator.
[ whirring ]
All: Ben! Ben!
Ben! Ben! We love you, Ben!
Ben: Yeah! Thank you. I love you all, too.
But not as much as you love me.
Big Chill: No. This isn't what it's about. I'm a hero.
Ben: Being a hero isn't about fame.
It's about putting other people before yourself or what you want.
It's about doing the right thing just because it's
the right thing to do. It's about making a difference.
[ beeping ]
Whoa!
[ grunts ]
Dude, are you ever gonna fight or just keep wasting my time?
Or maybe you are just wasting my time...
[ sharp impact ]
[ grunting ]
Rook, I think this is all just a diversion to keep us busy.
He's after something else here.
Khyber: [ laughs ] Smart boy. And with that, we're done.
Oh, you've got bigger fish to fry, my friend.
You might start at your quaint little Plumber craft.
Rook: Why would you tell me what you are after?
Khyber: I have my reasons.
[ whistles ]
Rook: Ben! It is my truck!
[ beeping ]
Ben: No.
You can't be here. It's not possible.
Malware: Come now, Ben Tennyson.
You didn't think a child could get rid of me that easily, did you?
Ben: Stay away from me. I'm warning you.
Malware: You're warning me? [ laughs ]
No, I'm warning you. Do not try to follow me.
You know what I'm capable of.
Rook: Ben!
Ben: Check inside. He took something.
I'm going to stop Malware... once and for all.
[ tires screech ]
Malware: I told you to stay put.
Humungousaur: I was never very good at following orders.
Malware: Your choice, hero. Me or the little ones down there?
Humungousaur: Coward.
[ all gasp ]
[ tires screech ]
You kids okay?
[ cheers ]
- Ben: What did he take? - Rook: Difficult to determine.
He did not take any weapons or equipment.
But a section of the main memory core was destroyed, along with
some of the auxiliary power systems.
Ben: You're lucky he didn't turn your whole truck into dust.
Rook: Who is this Malware? I would check his Plumber file, but...
Ben: Short answer ... he's a Galvanic mechamorph
and a total psychopath. Long answer ...
He, um, I was being kind of a jerk to
you before, but you saved my life anyways.
I, um, I just want to say, you know, thanks and stuff.
Ben: Don't mention it. It's what I do.
Mr. Tennyson, I can't thank you enough for what you've done here today.
I guess I made the right choice after all.
Ben: Me too. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have
to give the people what they want.
All right, folks, who wants to try and dunk Four Arms? Step right up.
Anybody? Anyone at all?
[ splash ]
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