It Was Them
Ready, my friend?
Finally ... some downtime.
Hey, keep an eye on my lunch, would you?
Let's make this quick, slimy.
There's a triple cheeseburger with my name on it.
Oh. Nice trick.
Hold still, will ya?!
Not gonna play hide-and ...
Whoa!
I came here to eat lunch, not be lunch.
♪ 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 ♪
This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me.
I am not doing that again.
Guess you bit off more than you could chew, huh?
Aw, come on. That was a little funny.
Unh-unh, pal. You're not going anywhere.
Gotcha!
Hey, number one ... gross. And number two...
I always wait for evil villains to finish their speeches.
Dude! You were supposed to keep an eye on my stuff!
So, this whole time, you've just
been sitting here, eating...
Mycetian swamp hoppers. Would you like some?
Ugh.
You and grandpa Max.
Couldn't have given me a little help out there?
You should have said something.
- Like what? - Like..."Rook, help me."
I didn't need help. I ...
Fine. Whatever.
Aw, man. Look at this. There's chili-cheese fries on my
burger and the hot-fudge sundae over the whole thing.
Mmm. Not bad.
Seems like lately, I'm getting attacked by more monsters than Tokyo.
I thought that was normal.
Bet these things aren't normal.
But who'd want to sic freaky monsters on me?
Dude, who wouldn't want to sic freaky monsters on you?
I've... been... working on my conversational earthling.
Wait a minute. There is one nutball who totally
does the mutant-creature thing ... Dr. Animo.
Dr. Animo?
Yeah. Guy's been after me since I was little.
Freaky frogs, mutant bats, prairie dogs ... you name it.
I'm not familiar with this nutball of which you speak,
but a Dr. Animo is currently in a holding cell at Plumber headquarters.
I'm telling you, Rook, it's got to be Animo.
That is what you're telling me.
They say Tyrak the tyrant managed to stage
a military coup without ever leaving his prison cell.
See? There you go. That's what Animo must be doing.
He had plasma cannons and an army of several million.
Well, Animo can use, like, a million, billion animals.
Ever since I was 10 years old...
Curse you, Ben Tennyson!
Curse you and your meddling ways!
You haven't seen the last of me, Ben Tennyson!
I'll get you if it's the last thing I do, Ben Tennyson!
Did he actually say those things?
Totally.
Maybe.
Close enough. I don't always listen.
He sounds like a harmless eccentric.
Harmless?
What did I tell you, Rook? The crazy is right here in front of us.
Conversely, the prisoner himself is not.
See? I told you he was the one attacking me.
The force field hasn't been tampered with.
Then there has to be a vent or an access panel or something.
There always is in these places. Why is that, anyway?
Do they want prisoners to be able to escape?
The vents are all sealed with monomolecular grids.
What are all these ants doing here?
Ants are quite common on Earth.
There are well over 12,000 species.
But what are these ants doing here?
Still think Animo's not the guy attacking me?
I concede he is a viable candidate.
And... we're in the sewer. Of course we are.
These sanitation ducts run under the whole city.
- The escaped prisoner could be anywhere. - Maybe not just anywhere.
Fire-breathing giant ant ... classic Dr. Animo.
He sounds like a very strange man.
Time to fight fire with Swampfire!
Echo Echo. Why am I not surprised?
Hey, bug eyes ... over here.
And you didn't even have to ask for my help.
Point taken.
Hey! Watch it!
Pick a me ... any me.
Echo Echo!
Echo Echo!!
Echo Echo!!!
Echo Echo!!!!
Echo Echo!!!!!
Ingenious.
The sound must have atomized the pyrophoric chemicals in its body.
Uh... yeah.
'Cause Echo Echo is the sound of...
vic... to... ry?
I really should have seen that coming.
Don't suppose you have a freeze ray on that thing?
No.
- Fire extinguisher? - That would be a useful feature.
Was it something I said? 'Cause I'll say it again!
- They gave up too easily. - Yeah. Come on.
Ants carrying machinery?
Very odd, no matter their size.
But they're big enough to carry us, too.
I'm not sure I want to know this, but,
um, why do you know so much about ants?
When I learned I was coming to Earth, I read
a fascinating guide book by Myrzel of Valdus Prime.
He explained that ants are the dominant life-form on your planet.
Why on Earth would he think that?
Well, ants do outnumber humans here nearly 200,000 to 1
and are found on every continent... except "Ant"arctica, ironically.
Now, where is this evil mastermind Dr. Animo?
Oh, I don't know.
How about over there, inside that skyscraper-sized anthill?!
Ah. Of course.
I don't see a doorbell.
Guess we'll just have to invie ourselves in.
One moment, Ben.
Hey! What's with the mudpack?!
Not mud ... pheromones.
Ants instinctively attack any intruder.
With these secretions on us, we'll smell like members of the colony.
This had better work. 'Cause if you just smeared me
with ant goo for nothing, we're gonna have a problem, man.
- Proud of yourself? - I did not say a word.
Yes, my pets.
Build, construct, grow!
- Dr. Animo! - Ben Tennyson!
What's the deal with sending creepy mutant aliens to kill me?
Dude!
Mutant aliens? I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't play dumb!
I'm not playing. Honestly, I hadn't planned on
killing you until Phase II, but here you are.
First, however, you will witness my greatest triumph.
Did you know that there are roughly a quadrillion ants on
Earth, with species native to every continent but Ant-arctica?
Actually, yes. I did.
The device before you generates a mutagenic pulse.
It will turn every single ant on the planet into a giant mutant ...
with me, Dr. Animo, as their king.
The world will be my ant farm!
- This is not your guy. - You got that right.
Flush him out.
Look, Dr. Animo, I'll be the first to admit that an army
of giant ants is kinda cool, but come on.
You know we can't let you get away with it.
My partner and I are gonna ...
That is a Kormite power core.
- Rook! - Uh, keep chatting. I got this.
Okay. Just me is gonna smash this picnic.
Do your worst, Ben Tennyson. Nothing can stop me!
Okay, one more time. Come on, Swampfire!
Let me tell you something, new Omnitrix that
keeps turning me into the wrong thing ...
you keep turning me into the wrong thing!
Ben! Animo?
Right.
Come, my ant army! Destroy Ben Tennyson!
You may be strong, but in sufficient
numbers, ants can bring down any prey.
Cosmic drop!
Incursean ambassador!
Serious butt-kicking!
In a few minutes, you'll be nothing but bones.
Oh, yeah?
Dr. Animo, you terror of mutant... uh, mutants...
Rath is gonna ...
Ow! Now you're asking for it, giant ants.
Rath will squash you like a bug. A giant bug.
Many giant bugs! Huh?
Ben! I've recovered the Kormite power core!
Let me tell something, new alien partner that I never
wanted in the first place but I'm begrudgingly beginning to
like in spite of myself, Rath is gonna ...
Whoa!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoa! New alien! Cool!
I wonder what I can do.
It doesn't matter what you do.
For now, you face the fury of... the ant king!
Ant king? You might want to work on that name.
As for my name, how about... Crashhopper?
Had enough, Animo? 'Cause I'm having a blast!
Ben! If you have a moment?
I can set this power core to detonate.
- Great plan! - It will destroy the
anthill, the ants, us, and several populated areas.
Bad plan!
What if I adjust the power-core frequency to atomize just the ants?
Better plan!
Oh, curse you, Ben Tennyson!
Curse you and your meddling ways!
See? Told you he talks like that.
Mutant dogs, too? One theme at a time, Animo!
What? That's not one of mine.
Ohhhhhhh!
But it soon will be!
You must obey me. Destroy Ben Tennyson!
Uh-oh.
Ahh. Almost done.
Rook?
Help me.
Gladly, partner. Hold still.
Thanks.
Hmm. This thing is definitely an invader.
The ants ought to attack it.
If I let nature take its course.
Ow!
Now, Rook!
Aloysius James Animo.
He middle-named you. You are so busted.
No.
No. No, old friend. You did your job.
Tennyson was lucky. Next time, there won't be a
petty mutation freak between me and my quarry.
This is not your usual jubilant post-butt-kicking attitude... dude.
- Animo's not the guy. - True.
And that... whatever it is that keeps jumping me, did
you see how it turned into the exact perfect predator to fight my new alien?
It's like a Ben-eating monster.
I'll admit ...
I thought you were being paranoid before, but now...
someone is definitely out to get you ... someone very dangerous.
But at least we stopped the nefarious Dr. Animo.
He won't be causing trouble for a long, long time.
You haven't seen the last of me, Ben Tennyson.