1x25 - While You Were Away
Sheriff Wat-Senn! Come quick!
What is it this time? Another Muroid stuck in a well?
A crime in progress!
See?
Rook Shar, watch me kick in the space drive!
Looks to me like your brother's getting pretty good at that.
Young one has broken several laws ... reckless endangerment,
crop destruction... being a brat. Go after him.
A Plumber's best course of action is not to get involved.
Let it happen around you, not to you.
- It needs adjustment. - You are not going to cuff him?
Nothing ever happens here.
Which is why I asked to be stationed on Revonnah.
Now, if that is all, I got a piece of pie to get back to.
♪ 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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The alien craft should be just ahead.
Any idea where it's from?
It does not move like any ship I've seen.
What kind of wacky flying is that?
Extremely wacky flying. What do you suppose it signifies?
- A wacky pilot? - Or perhaps an injured one.
Time to take this guy for a spin.
Be careful, Ben. I detect no onboard communications.
Maybe he just needs help landing.
You have breached Earth airspace. Pull over.
Huh?
Ha! Too slow! Uh-oh.
Young one? Is that you?
When did you learn to pilot a ship?
Oh, while you were away. Ben 10!
Does father know what you have done to this harvester?
Revonnah has been invaded! You must help!
An invasion? Our family, a-are they ...
I do not know. I went to find you and Ben 10 as soon as it happened.
You are quite brave, little brother. Ben?
Do you even have to ask?
It is time we proceed with our test run.
- Hey! Psychobos! - Dr. Psychobos.
Don't flash your credentials at me. This gonna work or what?
So far, the trials are going along swimmingly, Princess Attea.
Now I just need to synthesize enough from that amber c-c-concentrate.
Have faith.
Faith? How 'bout, you blow this, and I
crack your shell open just like I did that jail cell you were
rotting in and I have that big brain served up
to me with drawn butter and a teeny-weeny fork?
Watch your frog tongue, your highness.
I am not without resources.
Try me. Better yet, do your job!
I will ... provided you do your job as "leader."
And I use the term loosely. Bring me all the amber Ogia you can.
Whatever, crab puff. I get the berries, you make the
formula, and we leave this dump.
Oh. And I use the term loosely.
Wait till I tell everyone back home that I was in
a high-speed chase with the legendary Ben 10!
More like a high-speed crash.
It only took one small repair. Thank you, Ben, for the loan of
your ... what do you call that component?
- Wire coat hanger? - Yes.
I had to fabricate many parts to equip the space drive.
This is part of a rake.
Have you made a starship engine out of farm tools?
Many eating utensils were used, as well.
When did you learn to build such advanced devices?
While you were away.
Rook, isn't this where you tell me we need to wait for backup?
The Incurseans are targeting Plumber ships, including my own.
This harvester may be the best
vessel that we can take into Incursean space.
We could have called Rad Dudesman.
I am not worried. We have the great Ben 10 on our side.
The invaders are as good as gone.
Young one, look, "planetary invasion" is an awfully big word.
Actually, it is two words.
Yeah ... both big.
The Incurseans have been on a tear lately.
By now, anything could have happened.
Ben is right.
I fear that our people may not fare well in an invasion.
What invasion?
There was an explosion right there.
The harvester skimmed right by it when I left.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary.
Are you sure it was not just construction?
There has not been any construction.
Then when did they build that pipeline?
That is new.
Is everyone all right?
Rook Blonko? Pray tell, what are you doing here?
We heard there was trouble.
Trouble? No, no, everything's precisely as it should be.
We're harvesting at a tremendous rate.
- A this time of year? - Young one, you scamp.
How did you manage to contact your brother?
Are you... certain all is well?
Of course. Don't be an imb-b-ecile.
Come eat your dinner. You too, Ben T-Tennyson.
Are you sure I'm welcome after last time?
You'll join us, Tennyson. I insist.
Where is the rest of the food? The drinks, salads, pies?
Obviously, we found that we can get by on less.
This surprises me. Father, you taught me that
a Revonnahgander's nutritional needs are ...
Now, Rook Blonko, I don't wish to hear your dimwitted theories.
You Plumbers are just like your precious Galvans.
You think you're so smart.
Galvans are stupid.
Rook Da used contractions when he spoke.
Yes ... several.
Most shameful to hear that sort of talk from our father.
Something's way off, and it isn't the grammar.
Father, when was the new pipeline built?
It's brand-new. We're sending the amber Ogia to a new p-processing facility.
So, you're fine with your son being a Plumber?
What? Who cares about that? It's inconsequential.
Did the Incurseans invade Revonnah or not?
Incurseans? You're a fool.
The Incurseans don't have a thing to do with our little planet.
Maybe we should go check out the rest of the place.
- Nonsense. - Excuse us.
- Do you believe me or not? - Yeah.
These aren't the people I met before.
Father is not himself. None of them are.
If young one is right, then the Incurseans are behind this.
So, then, where are the frogs?
And where is Rook Shar?
Probably just a Muroid.
Muroids, huh?
Ben, come on.
Got to even the playing field.
- What alien is that? - Ballweevil.
He rolls material into his plasma ball until it gets very
- large, then blows it up. - Unthinkable!
Idiot human!
Boy, am I glad it's you.
We have very little time before they catch up to us.
Not to worry ... Muroids are timid, unintelligent creatures.
- Not this time, Blonko. - Excuse me?
Rook Shar! Something is going on with the neighbors.
We know. We went underground as soon as you left.
I wanted to stay above ground and fight.
You'd have been lost ... like the rest of them.
We believe that the Incurseans have all of Revonnah
under some sort of... mind control.
I should have never gone to Earth. I could have done something.
You'd have been lucky to make it underground, like us.
We'd have done fine. I'm Ben Tennyson.
Yeah, I know who you are.
They were spraying something in the fields, then all at once,
Revonnah stopped resisting ... like somebody threw a switch.
And the Revonnahganders have been harvesting amber Ogia ever
since, sending it straight through the pipeline to the Incurseans.
This why there was hardly any food on the table.
- It's all going into the pipeline. - By now, the Incurseans
have enough fuel for 100 fleets, and the pipeline is still flowing.
They why don't they leave?
What could they possibly be doing with all that amber Ogia?
With a few buckets of modified Ogia concentrate,
plus my amazing amplification device, we will soon be able to
control the minds ... and I use the term loosely ...
- of everyone in the galaxy. - Looks good, Psycho boy.
Dr. Psycho boy! Uh, "Psychobos."
A few trillion mind-control drones ... now we're getting somewhere.
You mind-control every last yutz on every last planet like you
did here, and I'll make you the richest crab in the galaxy.
That won't be necessary, you vulgar brat.
Forgive me, General Attea, Princess scion and teen supreme
of the deathless Incursean Empire!
Keep trying, Psycho boy!
Be gone, Muroids!
The pipeline heads out to those vats. Wait here.
We have been on this case the whole time.
So we have better knowledge of what's been going on.
Are you all right, Rook Shar?
Is that what the Incurseans sprayed in the fields?
What? You're a fool.
The Incurseans don't have a thing to do with our little planet ...
and I use the term loosely.
Why are they mind-controlled but we aren't?
That stuff they were sprayed with must make them
responsive to the mind-control weapon.
- What mind-control weapon? - I'm coming to that.
Well, get to it while I...
Aw, man!
I apologize, sister.
Ben? Any time now.
Ups-a-daisy!
Ben, take this easy.
Young one, stay with them.
- Where are you going? - The end of the line.
- This it? - Yes.
This weapon must be the origin of the mind-control signa...
Paws off, Revonnahgander!
- Attea! - You call me "highest commander."
Not likely.
Hey!
I doubt she is the sole mastermind. And I use the term loosely.
Oh, yeah! Dr. Psychobos!
Dullards! It took you long enough!
All right!
I always wanted to be one of these, uhh... whatever they are.
Energy whippy deals, too?
I'm so there.
My work!
- Nice try, blue boy! - I think Ben had the right idea.
No! Mine!
Not so tough now, are ya, beakface?
That's handy. Handy... ish.
Where did this pipeline come from?
And where have all our crops gone?
Young one, help us.
How do I know you are not still mind-controlled?
Do it, brat. Or I shall tell mother.
- Shar, you're back! - Language!
Forgive the contraction.
You hurt my family, my planet, our way of life! No more!
The super-concentrate!
I'll take that! Probably ought to get lost, Tennyson.
This dull little farm planet and everyone on it is doomed.
See ya 'round!
We must join in the defense.
Remember ... let it happen around you, not to you.
Halt! Freeze!
Not bad, Sheriff.
I will stay here and fight beside you.
No. You must go back to Earth. We are in control of our thoughts.
- We can take care of ourselves. - But, father ...
Revonnah is one small part of a war. Go back to Earth.
Find out what the Incurseans are really after and stop them.
Your dad's right. The frogs' next move is gonna be someplace else.
Rook Blonko, you have accomplished so much off-world.
I am proud of you. Why do you think Rook Shar wants to be a Plumber?
- Shar! You do? - Uh, yeah!
And why do you think young one wants to visit the stars?
You have become a hero while you were away.
- Ben. - We'll stop them.
Yes. I was thinking ... if you wrote a recommendation for Rook
Shar to attend the Plumbers academy, it would assure her a place ...
When do you need it by?
This is all that's left of your mind-control juice.
Highest commander, you must be devastated.
What do you know about it?!
It may not be enough to control a planet, but it's definitely enough.
Plot a course to Earth!
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