Predators and Prey part 1
Fore! Arms.
This is the great Ben Tennyson,
bearer of the Omnitrix, savior of the uni...
And don't you forget it, buddy.
You think you're the only
Galvanic mechamorph I've ever dealt with?
It's gonna take a lot more to surprise me.
Indeed.
What does battling in go-karts have to do with sumo?
It's just supposed to be fun.
You know, a little break from real life.
You fight in real life all the time.
Yeah, but this is in 3d! Like it's coming right at you.
I totally asked for that, didn't I?
♪ 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 ♪
Boy, did you choose the wrong guy to pick a fight with.
Come on, Humungousaur!
Stinkfly?
That doesn't even sound like "Humungousaur".
Stick around for a while, why don't you?
Wow. How'd you do that?
Ew! All right, fine.
Let's see how you like a little Humungousaur drool.
What is wrong?
Don't tell me you didn't hear that.
Okay. I will not. But what should I have heard?
My apologies.
- That almost never happens. - What? Missing a shot?
Correct. What is that you are doing?
I'm "there, there"-ing you. You know, "there, there."
It's supposed to make you feel better.
Why-why would that-that make anyone feel better?
Hey, I didn't make it up. It's a thing!
Earthlings sure do a lot of weird things.
We do not! Yeah, okay, I guess we do.
Do not feel bad about it.
I don't know why we're wasting our time searching for that... thing.
I'm telling you, it's gonna come after me again.
It always does. We just have to wait for it.
Would it be more prudent, Ben dude, for us to
take a more proactive stance at this juncture?
We need to do something.
This is obviously a creature of some cunning.
It's just a snarling monster. Many snarling monsters.
When you transformed into a Lepidopterran...
A Stinkfly?
...your attacker immediately transformed into
a Buglizard, Stinkfly's natural predator in the wild.
I never really thought about my aliens having predators.
It took your changing into something else, in this
case a Vulpimancer, to defeat it.
That symbol... kind of like the Omnitrix.
Bet you $14 million that's how it transforms!
Hey, wait! Stop! There it is!
I never should have taught you that.
Those sounds you thought you heard...
I did hear.
...which I did not, perhaps your Vulpimancer form
allowed you to hear tones beyond my audible range.
The default form of all those creatures is a doglike alien.
I wonder if it can hear what Wildmutt heard?
I bet you $14 million it could.
Grandpa Max?
It's making a break for it!
Hey! My old hoverboard from when I was a kid.
- I can't believe you kept it, Grandpa. - I kept a lot of things, kiddo.
- Gotcha. - What is that thing?
- Lunch. Want some? - Quartilloptus soup?
Well, you know your xeno cuisine.
It was my grandmother's favorite.
Did she make it with powdered or granulated mealworm?
- Huh... I don't remember. - Well, makes all the difference.
- Grandpa! - Oh, sorry. Here.
No, thanks.
So, this thing that's been attacking me, it can change alien forms.
And it's got a symbol on it that looks sort of like the Omnitrix.
Well, your gut instincts are good, Ben. What do you think?
Well, I was thinking we should probably be more proactive.
Instead of waiting for the creature to just randomly
jump me again, we should be trying to find it.
That's what I said!
Maybe we can trick this thing into showing itself.
- You know, lure it out into the open. - Good thinking, Ben.
Thanks, Grandpa. Rook, you coming or what?
Now, just play it cool, and maybe we can flush out the creature.
It can transform, so it could be anyone.
He is clean.
- What are you doing? - Eliminating suspects.
We're supposed to be cool!
- I was being cool. - In what universe?!
You have to admit, that was kind of cool.
Just act normal, will you?
You act normal. I have a job to do.
We don't have a job to do.
We're not cops. We're superheroes!
- Hardly. - Excuse me? Do you know ...
How many times you have saved this universe?
By yourself? Zero.
Every time, there has always been someone else there to help you.
- Heh, like you were there. - I have been there!
I have already saved you countless times, and I have only
known you a few weeks.
I'm surprised you made it this far.
You want to start something? Is that what this is about?
No, I am going to end something.
Who needs you anyway?!
Some new partner you turned out to be.
Oh, so you're just gonna ditch me here?
Real mature!
That's more like it.
Hey!
Wait, I think I left my new Plumber's badge in there.
Oh, however will I be able to get anything done without it?
Like you are deserving of one.
Nice.
Dr. Psychobos.
Welcome, my friend ... and I use the term loosely.
There is no need to use it at all. Just do as we agreed.
Hmm. Crude, corrupted, incomplete.
But still a suitable partial blueprint.
Pray tell, how did you p-procure these plans for the Omnitrix?
In battle with Azmuth's pet ... the human, Ben Tennyson.
- His reputation was greatly exaggerated. - You defeated B-Ben 10?
Your opinion of me is not my concern, Cerebrocrustacean!
Can that mass of pink pulp you call a brain build an Omnitrix from this?
Sir ... and I use the term loosely ... constructing
a Level-20 tech device will be no more difficult for me than it
would be for a baby G-Galvan to soil its underg-garments.
Honestly, Galvans and their superiority complex.
Dullards, the lot of them, especially that imbecile, Azmuth!
This will finally prove, once and for all, that
Cerebrocrustaceans are smarter than G-Galvan!
And that I personally am far superior to that arrogant Amphibian.
However, while I can create the hardware for a superior
Omnitrix, I lack the necessary DNA samples.
Excuses!
Fortunately for you, I know just the fellow to obtain said DNA for us.
I'm beginning to wonder if you are the right g-gentleman for this job.
This unique quarry requires a studied approach.
I could have written a dozen textbooks in the time you've
taken to study Ben 10! Obtain the DNA samples from him ... now!
Or consider our ag-greement terminated.
Do we understand each other?
Perfectly. Bring him to me.
He thinks he knows how to get information out of people?
I'll show him how a real hero gets things done.
I'm looking for a ravenous alien dog.
Don't suppose you know where I can find one, do you?
Try the pound.
This one changes forms, causes mass destruction, usually tries to kill me.
Try a psychiatrist.
Don't you know who I am?
Uh, not unless you want an Andorian turglbaster.
Then you're my customer.
If not, you're just taking up space where paying customers could be.
Ugh.
Rook made this look so easy.
How do you lure a vicious alien dog out? Baco-treats?
Rawhide chew toys? Giant alien tennis balls?
Hey, buddy, want to keep it down to a dull roar?
Pakmar?!
Ooh, a customer! Oh. It's you.
You blew up my last place ... Pakmar's place.
- Go away now! - Yeah, um, sorry about that?
Look, I'm hoping you have a special kind of alien dog whistle.
You actually want to buy something from Pakmar?
No, no. I just want to hear it.
- You hear it, you buy it! - Great!
Now I need you to blow each whistle for me.
But not yet. Okay, Omnitrix.
Give me Humungousaur.
You eat it, you buy it!
You stomp it, you buy it!
Wow. At this rate, Pakmar will be able to retire.
Good customer.
- That's it! - What's it? There's no it.
Pakmar did nothing.
- You! - Me?!
Out! Out of Pakmar's new place while Pakmar still has some new place left!
Ben Tennyson.
Well, what do you know. It worked.
Been trolling undertown using myself as bait, and lookie what I caught.
So, you gonna let your puppy keep fighting your battles for you?
No, I'll take care of you myself.
Ha, I don't think we've been properly introduced.
I'm ben Tennyson, the kid who's about to kick your sorry butt.
And you are?
The last thing you will ever see.
Ha, man, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I'd ... ugh!
Gullible.
Like simple prey.
Ohh, why, Omnitrix? Why?!
Is this supposed to be funny? 'Cause I'm not laughing.
Time to make like a tree and get out of here!
Fetch.
Aww. Too bad, so sad.
You can't fly from me, little birdie.
Whoa!
So, any last words?
How about..."buh-bye!"
Fight back all you want.
There is a predator for every kind of prey.
Now who's got nowhere to run, huh?
Not so funny when the shoe's on the other... pseudopod, or whatever.
I've defeated Vilgax the conqueror, Dagon the destroyer.
What makes you think you're any better?
Experience.
Well, this might be a problem. Ugh, come on, new Omnitrix!
Would it kill you to give me Humungousaur?
Just this once?!
Whoa!
This is a new one. Um, well, what can it do?
I got to have something going for me other than the power of cuteness.
Far too easy.
Hold still, vermin.
I couldn't, even if I wanted to!
Whoa!
Look out, fang-face! I'm coming through!
Want some of this?
I didn't mean literally.
Dude!
Aha! Not so tough now, are you?
Whoa!
Too bad Rook wasn't here to see that shot.
Okay, Rook. Anytime you want to...
get over yourself and... come help me.
What's the matter? Can't finish what you started?
Oh, I fully intend to finish.
I was just letting my pet here play a bit.
No.
Yes.