1x29 - Rad
[ grunts ]
Hurry! [ coughs ]
We need to put distance between us and the ship's compromised power core.
[ coughs ]
And set up the beacon!
Mayday! Mayday! [ static ]
This is Magister Arnux. [ coughs ]
Incursean forces ambushed our... [ static ]
we are stranded in... [ static ]
...system.
[ coughs ]
Atmosphere here is... [ static ]
do not attempt rescue. [ coughs ]
No Plumbers are safe in Incursean space.
[ static ] Repeat, no Plumbers are safe ...
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Do not attempt rescue. Repeat, no Plumbers are safe ...
Max: That was the last transmission from Magister Arnux
and his recon team. We got a fix on their location.
The beacon originated from Terminus III.
Ben: Um, what's the big deal? We can be there in no time.
Rook: Besides the fact that it is located deep within
Incursean Empire space, the air of Terminus III is one of the
most toxic in the universe.
Arnux and his squad will not survive for long.
The atmosphere will eventually dissolve their rebreathers.
Max: And there's only one known antidote to that poisonous atmosphere.
Both: The Gracklflint.
Ben: Of course. I had one of those last week.
Rook: It is a creature, Ben.
Gracklflint venom has unusually curative powers ...
- but only when fresh. - Ben: Great.
So where can you fresh Gracklflint venom at this hour?
You can sure find weird stuff for sale in Undertown.
[ growls ]
A Gracklflint is not weird ... just atypical.
Which is weird.
Honestly, Blukic, you should hear yourself sometimes.
Rook: Magister Tennyson, Ben and I are ready to make the
journey, but if no Plumber ship can get through the Incursean blockade...
Max: I've arranged some alternate transportation.
Diamondhead: [ grunting ]
[ sighs ]
This would go a lot quicker if somebody was helping!
Rook: Our transportation is here.
[ beep, beep ]
Diamondhead: Our ride's in a black hole? Great!
So what are we doing in Undertown?
Rook: Not a black hole ... the black hole.
[ scuffling ]
Ungh!
Unh!
[ grunts ]
[ squeals ]
Rook: Wait here.
Diamondhead: "Wait here." Has he ment me?
[ roars ]
Easy for you to say.
[ dance music plays ]
[ patrons grumbling ]
Rook: Magister Tennyson said our pilot is the best in the business.
Diamondhead: Bleaaaah!
That's... not guacamole. What kind of business?
If he hangs out in this place, he must be one tough dude.
[ echoing ] Dudesman.
[ patrons murmuring ]
[ all whimpering ]
Rad Dudesman. You're Plumbers?
[ snickers ] You're a duck!
- Rook: Ben. - Diamondhead: Oh. Sorry.
[ chuckles ]
[ laughing ] But come on! A duck?
[ chuckles ] Am I the only one seeing this?
[ whimpers ]
- Got a problem with ducks, Rockhead? - Diamondhead: Not yet.
Rook: Uh, captain Dudesman, Sir, this rockhead is
Ben Tennyson, wielder of the Omnitrix.
Thought you'd be taller.
Rook: Magister Tennyson said the Lovely Duck would be perfect for our needs.
Diamondhead: Your ship's called the Lovely Duck? You're kidding, right?
Two things I never kid about... [ electricity crackles ]
...my ship.
[ ship alarm beeps, quacks ]
Diamondhead: [ grunts ]
What's the other thing?
[ grunting ]
Seriously ... what?
Wake up, Pyxi. Customers.
[ ding ]
[ murmuring indistinctly ] ...piano.
[ murmuring continues ] ...temecula.
Yes, Pyxi, they're redspots. But they'paying redspots.
[ beeping ]
- Rook: Onboard A.I. computer. - Diamondhead: Why not?
Rook: An Enaxian halo grid wired to the gyro axle?
Our friend here is either a genius or totally insane.
Ben: Guess which one I vote for.
[ ding ]
[ murmuring indistinctly ] ...mesquite.
Time to go.
[ engines rumble ] [ cows moo ]
Ben: Ooh!
Uh, this isn't anything important, is it?
[ quacks ]
Ben: I'm impressed.
Hmph! All yours, Pyxi.
[ murmuring indistinctly ] ...penultimate.
[ murmuring continues ] ...very, very, not as I do.
Ben: What? What did she say? Trouble?
"Trouble" is my middle name. [ alarm blaring ]
- Rook: A stowaway, perhaps? - Not on my ship.
[ beep ]
[ weapon cocks ]
Oh, man!
Ampfibian: Ha! Gotcha!
[ beeping ] Pax?!
Hey, man! That's just wrong, zapping a dude when ...
[ whistling ]
Ben: What are you doing on the Lovely Duck?
Well, somebody needed to be sure the poor little guy was treated right.
- Ben: Who? Rad Dudesman? - The Gracklflint, man!
I'm here to, you know, look after his interests.
Rook: The Gracklflint has only one interest ...
kiling everything that isn't a Gracklflint.
That's no reason to put it in a box, Plumber man!
Rook: See here, you chlorophyll-addled animal-rights clown...
Ben: Rook!
- We don't have time for this. - Rook: Yes. Of course not.
We must get to the stranded Plumbers immediately.
- Hey! Watch the tubers! - Ben: It's just a good thing
we got here before Pax could let it out of its cage.
[ loud whirring, roaring ]
...or, you know, just after.
[ music ]
On behalf of the Gracklflint, I'd like to make a formal complaint!
All: Shut it.
[ ding ]
[ murmuring indistinctly ] ...heliotrope.
[ murmuring continues ] ...so I bit him.
Hee hee hee hee!
Ben: What did she say?
Rook: We have lost power. We are coming to a stop.
Ben: You understand Rad Dudesman's onboard whatchimahoozie?
Rook: Not in the slightest. Look.
Ben: Huh.
[ growls ]
Ben: How much more Gracklflint can this boat handle
before we don't make it to those stranded Plumbers?
Commander Raff! A small privateer has stalled, four units away.
Probably just refugees.
But it could be a booby trap from one resister or another.
You'd better vaporize it. No! Wait!
If Princess Attea doesn't get a full report on what it was,
there's gonna be yelling ... more than usual.
Yes, commander. What should we do?
[ clank ]
What you think we should do?
[ growling ]
[ roars ]
[ weapon cocks ]
Both: No!
[ weapon cocks ]
- Ben: Rad! Careful! - Rook: We need the venom.
Aah!
Rook: Pax!
He's got a really hostile outlook. You know ... for a duck.
Ben: Thanks to you, the Gracklflint is threatening the
- ship and everyone in it, which is us! - Rook: Not everything.
You were able to set it free, and it did not attack you.
Ben: Hey, yeah! What makes you so special?
I know my rights, okay?
I don't have to say anything if I don't want to.
And I don't want to.
Ben: Ggh, ghh-g... Rad, I ... Where'd they go?
[ beep ]
Eye guy? Really? Sweet!
I haven't seen this guy in, like, forever!
[ groaning ]
Rook: Come along! [ strained ]
- Let go! - No!
[ door opens ]
[ snarls ]
[ roars ]
Eye guy: O... kay, buddy. Everything's fine here.
Nobody wants to grab you and shove you back in that big ...
[ roars ]
Eye guy: Aah-Ha-Ha-Ha! My eye!
[ chicken squawks ]
[ whimpers ]
[ weapon cocks ]
[ roars ]
Eye guy: Look out!
5 million freighter captains the universe, and
I get a trigger-happy duck with a death wish.
[ beeping ]
Ben: Wait up!
Hold still, pip-squeak.
[ beep ]
Blox: Come on, Grackl-Grackl-Gracklflint!
Over here! Who's a kill-crazy monster?
Yes, you! You are!
[ snarls ]
[ whimpers ]
Pyxi! [ ding ]
Where's "Tammy"?
Buscaglia... [ muttering indistinctly ]
[ whirring ]
[ gasps ]
[ weapon cocks ]
Blox: No!
Uhgh... Huh?
You got about two seconds to explain yourself.
Blox: Look, we need the creature alive, and you want
your ship to stay in one ... in... as few pieces as possible.
I've got an idea, but it'll take timing, cooperation, and it's
- extremely dangerous. You in? - "Danger" is my middle name.
Blox: I thought "trouble" was your middle name.
[ snarls ]
Pyxi! Cork it!
[ ding ]
[ mumbling indistinctly ] ...buffalo.
[ roars ]
[ grunts ]
- [ strained ] I'm not moving! - Rook: Be still!
Blox: Guys! No!
[ snarling ]
[ both gasp ]
The Paxter really doesn't go in for the violence.
[ roars ]
Whoa! I'm your side!
[ chomps ]
[ gasps ]
H-Hey! You're not making a salad, you know?
[ chuckling ] All right, brother. This is what you're after.
[ chomps ]
[ sniffing ]
- Great plan. - Blox: I can't help how it turned out.
[ chomping ]
[ muffled grunting ]
Blox: Shh!
[ growling softly ]
So not cool, man. Forcing me to use my, you know...
[ beeping ]
...natural essence to exploit a poor, defenseless ...
Ben: Dude, that wasn't the plan!
But if I'd known you were edible, I would have made you the plan.
[ crash, rumbling ]
Pyxi! Status report!
[ ding ]
[ muttering indistinctly ] ...flugelhorn ...satellite with swishy drapes...
[ muttering continues ]
Ben: What did she say?!
[ rapid beeping ]
Attention, alien vessel.
This is commander Raff, of the unstoppable Incursean armada.
You are suspiciously disabled in Incursean space.
Prepare to be boarded and searched.
Ben: Never mind. I'm up to speed.
Rook: The Incurseans are about to board us, and the
Gracklflint has disabled our weapons.
The worm has turned, man. That's all I know.
The worm has turned.
Rook: Agreed.
[ beep ]
[ ding ]
...superheterodyne fracas... [ muttering indistinctly ]
Grey Matter: Pyxi's right.
A standoff's gonna thrash what's left of the ship.
Hey! I understood that!
[ muttering indistinctly ] ...bentura voulebard...
[ muttering continues ]
Grey Matter: Don't worry. If Grey Matter's brilliant
little brain can't get us out of this, nothing can.
- Rook: Ben? - Grey Matter: I'm thinking.
I am totally bummed out! I'm a failure!
I helped put a living, beautiful Gracklflint in a box!
[ crying ]
[ voice breaking ] Not cool.
Rook: That "beautiful" creature disabled our engines,
weapons systems, and merchant vessel license broadcast.
And we are now endangered, as well.
Why is freeing the human and the Revonnahgander and the
duck any less important than freeing the Gracklflint?
Oh, hey, was that me?
Grey Matter: Eureka! I shall fix the Lovely Duck.
Rook, slip out the exhaust vents and cut us loose.
Rad, clear this ship of frogs.
[ weapons cock ] I will make them cry for their mamas.
- Grey Matter: Pyxi... - Tiny bubbles.
- Grey Matter: Get ready to floor it. - Buffalo.
A-And what do I do?
Grey Matter: Go to the cargo bay and... be yourself.
Fan out! Confiscate, capture, and destroy anything that moves!
[ croaks ]
Hey, frogs in boots. How's it goin'?
Major Glorf, have the captain and his cargo brought to me.
- Search the ship. - Grey Matter: Pyxi, the
airlock's damaged, so I have to time these doors just right.
- Can you give me master control? - Marzipan coachella unguent...
[ muttering indistinctly ]
[ ding ]
You're just lucky that I'm a pacifist.
Huh?! It's a duck.
Duck this!
You're the captain?
Eh... I'm not really into, you know, titles.
- Open it! - Can do. Can do.
[ snarling ]
[ growls ]
[ screaming ]
[ croaks ]
Go on, little Gracklflint. Revel in your freedom.
[ snarls ]
[ indistinct shouting ]
[ gun beeping ]
Stand your ground! Run!
Grey Matter: Reroute the Parmian bypass, account for radiological fluctuations.
Warpdrive upshift mechanism recalibrated.
[ engines rumble ]
[ all screaming ]
Cargo doors open! Go, Pyxi!
Whoa!
I thought you guys were cool.
You totally abandoned that poor little Gracklflint!
- Wait for it, salad brain. - Wait for what?!
I mean, I went along with your plan, but I don't see ...
[ beep, beep ]
Attention, alien vessel.
This is commander Raff of the deathless Incursean battle armada.
Ben: Oh, hey, Raff. Long time.
Ben Tennyson! I might have known.
[ frogs screaming ]
Remove this beast from my ship, and I'll grant you safe passage.
- Ben: And? - And?! And what?!
And a set of Galvan horizontal thrusters.
Fine! Fine! Anything!
Just get this monstrosity off my ship!
And none of you ever mention this incident to anyone!
[ sighs ]
Thank you.
The Pax cannot abide this whole leash thing, man.
Rook: I am suppressing an inordinately powerful urge to knock you out.
Ben: Don't worry, Pax. Rad Dudesman's gonna transport
this guy to a place where the Gracklflints run free.
So long as I am paid. "Profit" is my middle name.
Ben: Sure it is.
Attaboy, man! Get the tuber! Get it!
Yes, you can! [ crash ]
Rook: Ben. I accessed Rad's dossier.
Awards, commendations, and outstanding judgments ...
all in the name of...
Ben: "Captain Rad Profit Danger Trouble Dudesman."
Told you.
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