♪ Ben 10 ♪
♪♪
[ Muffled grunting ]
♪♪
[ Sniffs, grunts ]
♪♪
[ Machine powers on ]
Is that all of it?
[ Grunts ]
More.
We need more.
[ Sniffing ] Are you smelling your fingers?
[ Grumbles ]
It's a gross habit, so stop.
Besides, we need to find more waste.
[ Sniffs ]
Ooh, you smell that?
Max: Ah, it's like I always say --
nothing more rewarding than enjoying clean living quarters.
You with me on that, Gwen?
In theory, yes.
Only we've been cleaning for hours, [Sniffs]
and that funky smell is still in the air.
[ Grey Matter laughs ]
♪♪
Ha!
Classic mislead.
Ben, your area of the camper's like a toxic-waste dump.
Any chance of you actually helping us clean?
[ Laughter ] Shh. There in five.
Last time you said "five," it was five days!
If you're in such a rush to clean my socks,
go for it.
I won't stop you.
Honey, I'm ho-- Hey!
My program.
Wi-Fi's taking a break, Ben.
We all live here. We all pitch in.
I pitch in!
I clean up supersized messes all day long.
Then this should be super easy --
your chore list.
Why is it so heavy?
When you don't do your work, it piles up.
And I don't like having to do this, Ben,
but you can't join us on our fun-filled excursion today.
Wha?
Karma collected. [ Cash register dings ]
While Gwen and I are having a great time
exploring the famous local bat-guano caves,
you'll be here doing your chores.
Bat-guano wha?
And no Wi-Fi until you're finished.
Understood?
I understand that XLR8 can get this done in like two seconds.
Yes, that rolling domicile is bursting with waste!
Execute Phase One -- stump the chump.
Uh, you have a pen?
Prepare yourself for wonders.
[ Groans ]
Bat poop. Sad to miss it. Later.
Time to get to work.
[ Beep ]
[ Zipping! ]
Let's see this list.
"Boy, clean bumper...now!"
Man, Grandpa must really want that bumper cleaned.
He even called me "boy." Fine.
[ Zip! ]
Things I do for Wi-Fi access.
[ Hums ]
Wait up.
This thing is cleaner than clean.
Is that a dunce cap on your head?
What are you supposed to be?
Where's the ugly kid?
Ugly? What are --
Wait a sec. [ Zip! ]
"Devastation Flats -- #1 in Nuclear testing."
That explains a lot. [ Zip! ]
Scientist? Bug?
Head swapped? Mutated?
Close?
Give the genius a pat on the cone
and a handful of peanuts.
So if you're the tiny human head on a bug's body,
that's got to mean --
[ Grunts ]
Yep.
Someone has that big-person fist.
Phase Two -- jack this ride.
Jack the -- huh? [ Zip! ]
Fellas, we got off on the wrong foot.
Pull over so I can put the right foot upside your tiny man head.
[ Grumbles ]
Okay, that's just nasty.
Blah!
Ew, ew, ew, ew! [ Grunts ]
[ Grunting ]
Clearly, this means war.
♪♪
What? [ Tires screech ]
One of my finer cyclones, if I do say so myself.
♪♪
Wowza. Someone loves us bugs.
We would've driven straight into that chasm
if it wasn't for that random cyclone.
Aw, come on!
[ Screaming ]
[ Grunts, chuckles ]
[ Chuckles ]
[ Grunts ]
Hold on a sec.
[ Tires screech ]
According to this, we're headed in the wrong direction.
[ Grumbles ]
Upside down?
Oh, so it is. Keep going.
♪♪
[ Whistle! ] Aw, man.
[ Grunts ]
Time for Cannonbolt to knock this train off its tracks.
♪♪
[ Grumbling ]
Why are you so jittery?
[ Grumbling ]
I told you not to drink all that soda.
Fine. Make it quick.
[ Tires screech ]
Ugh.
What do those bug brains even want with the Rustbucket?
I better find out before Gwen and Grandpa get back.
[ Omnitrix whirs ]
Aw, man.
Rustbucket?
Rustbucket?!
Rustbucket? Ew.
Ugh!
Rustbucket!
So clean.
Wait.
What?
Did they steal our RV just to clean it?
Aw, yeah!
This means Wi-Fi.
What do you mean it's stuck, butt for brains?
[ Grumbling ]
If it's jammed, get in there and stomp on it.
[ Grunting ]
[ Machine whirs ]
It's fully functional, Sydney!
My greatest invention is complete --
the Magg-o-net!
I have no idea what's going on here,
but I should probably start punching things.
[ Beep ]
Punch! Hey!
[ Chuckles ]
[ Grunts ]
♪♪
Sydney?
[ Pop! ]
First that speedy tweety, now this.
Do I have a sign on my back that says,
"Please ruin my plans with weird alien monsters"?
You made me chase you all over the desert
because you wanted to use my worn-for-two-weeks boxer shorts
to power a giant magnet?
You haven't washed your underwear in two weeks?
[ Shudders, grunts ]
Thanks to your disgusting habits,
I've reached the final phase of my master plan.
Now prepare to witness the genius that is...
Maurice!
That's me.
[ Button beeps ]
♪♪
Huh?
Are those maggots?
[ Maurice laughs ]
Yes!
[ Roars ]
Ew!
And now for the coup de grace.
Do you see Las Vegas over there?
I want you to eat everything -- except the money.
So let me get this straight.
You stole our RV so you could fuel that trash machine
to power a magnet that attracts maggots
to make a monster that would eat Las Vegas?
Whatever. Time to throw stuff.
♪♪
[ Screams ]
[ Grunts ]
You won't be eating anything without your remote.
[ Laughs ]
Problem solved.
[ Roaring ]
If you had just hit the "off" button,
it would've shut down.
Now there's no way to stop it.
It's going to eat Vegas,
and then it's going to eat everything else.
Not gonna happen.
I'll find a way to stop your oversized maggot mess.
Your funeral, bub. Aah!
On your feet, Sydney.
Mush!
[ Chomping ]
[ Roars ]
I am really not looking forward to this.
[ Roaring ]
Ewww.
Whoa!
[ Grunting ]
Aw, so gross.
[ Groans ]
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
Punching usually solves everything.
Now what? [ Gasps ]
The Magg-o-net.
That's what's keeping all the maggots together.
Oh, wait. Magg-o-net.
Like "maggot magnet."
I just got that.
Funny. [ Chuckles ]
Something to throw, something to throw...
Aw, he already ate everything worth throwing.
[ Gasps ]
And no Wi-Fi until you're finished.
Understood? [ Groans ]
[ Roars ]
[ Grunts ]
It was so clean.
[ Magg-o-net powers down ]
♪♪
Well, I did it.
Hurray.
That was way more fun
than I was expecting to have with bat guano.
Whoa.
[ Vacuum whirring ]
Ben? [ Vacuum shuts off ]
Ta-da.
And I did it all without powers.
This looks amazing inside -- and out.
And doing it without your powers
shows that you're responsible.
So I get Wi-Fi access again?
Oh, no.
You did do a great job cleaning,
but that was just one task.
You have to finish all your chores.
Aw, man.
♪♪
Time to throw stuff.