♪ Ben 10 ♪
[ Crunch, chewing ]
[ Burps ]
What's that, your fifth candy bar today?
You're gonna make yourself throw up, Ben.
At least [burps] that'd be interesting.
Now as you all can see, these rare, old coins
may only represent cents in value,
but they are rich in history.
Okay, let's move on to the wooden nickel room now.
Huh? See?
Didn't I tell you?
The Laughlin Mint has
the most fascinating exhibits on its tour.
Oh.
Totally... awesome?
Almost as fascinating
as the unforgettable stamp museum.
Whoa!
Have you ever seen so many misprinted quarters?
[ Beeping! ]
[ Shatter! ] Ow!
[ Electronic beeping ]
[ Squawks ]
Come, now. Only a tad farther.
Candy!
Yes!
Shiny!
[ Growls ]
Indeed, quite shiny.
Now, go forth, Slurpstack.
Gobble every last bite and return home with a full --
[ Chomp! ]
[ Chomping! ]
Oh, boy. I was hoping we'd see this.
Look, kids, here's where they must inspect the gold.
[ Tink, Tink! ]
Uh, oh. That one must've been fool's gold.
[ Chuckles ]
Can you believe this?
I don't know.
This part's actually... kind of interesting?
Okay. Taking a break now.
Hurry back. You don't want to miss the measurement test.
Oh, yeah. Now this is where quarters belong.
[ Beep ]
[ Rumbling ]
[ All screaming ] Candy!
Stop, thing!
I've got a heavy flashlight, and I was trained to use it!
[ Whip! ]
Ohh.
No, no! Not the gold!
[ Roars ]
Okay take it. It's yours.
Aaah!
Candy.
[ Gulps ]
Ugh, candy.
[ Gulps, groans ]
That thing looks like it's in pain.
Let this be a lesson about gorging on junk food, kids.
Gwen, where are you going?
[ Groaning ]
What's the matter, big fella?
Did you just hurt yourself?
Maybe I can take a look.
[ Roar! ]
Whoa!
Gwen!
Blech!
Stinky coming through!
[ Laughs ]
[ Roars ]
Must be pretty hard trying to catch a fly
with those short, little arms. [ Laughs ]
Let alone a stinkfly!
Grandpa!
[ Chomps, gulps ]
[ Gasps ] Grandpa?!
[ Groans ] Not candy.
[ Grunts ]
Huh?
Aaah! Ugh.
Ben, we gotta help Grandpa before he suffocates in there.
Well, he might get digested first.
As if that's better?
Okay, normally I'd go for your basic "pow-pow-pow" to fix this,
but I don't want to risk hurting Grandpa.
So...
Down here. I'm going' with brains over biceps this time.
You actually chose Grey Matter for once.
I'm impressed. Now what?
[ Snoring ]
Hmm...Any effort to strike exterior mass would seem futile.
You're going inside?! But h--
Oh no.
As foul as this particular orifice may seem,
I assure you it is far better than any alternative route.
Eww. Just hurry!
Grandpa doesn't have much time!
To navigate this creature's innards,
common biology sense should suffice to make my way.
Whoa!
Mm. Should've accounted for mucus, I guess.
Blech!
[ Gasps ] Aha!
As I suspected -- the uvula!
Which, by all logic, should lead right to the stomach.
[ Squeak! ]
This is taking a bit longer than I thought it would.
[ Gurgling ]
[ Groaning ]
That doesn't sound good.
[ Sniffs ] Huh?
[ Drip, sizzle ] Aah!
That burns!
What? Acid?
[ Groans ] Where am I?
[ Popping ]
[ Chuckles ] And me without my industrial-strength antacid.
[ Humming ]
Yes! A perfect double helix!
Whoa!
No! My cat's cradle!
Aaaaah!
Whoa!
The liver?
Wow. A significant detour.
However, this should be the bile duct below.
Hence, an alternative route.
[ Squishing ]
There! Must be very precise, now.
1...
2...
1...2...
1, 2!
Ho, ho! Whoa!
[ Groaning ]
[ Pop! ] Aaah!
Ow, oh!
Skills!
[ Groaning ]
[ Roars ]
Um...is this, you know, part of the exhibition?
No! Run! Get out of here!
[ Roars ]
[ People screaming ]
Hurry, Ben!
Huh, I think I can scientifically say
that this place is... super gross.
And this gold is melting in the stomach acid.
Yes, exactly! Once Slurpstack melts
the gold in his stomach,
it'll be even easier for me to take it all.
Hello, Tennyson!
Dr. Animo? What are you doing here?
Ha! I just told you!
I thought this alien was supposed to be the smart one.
Hey!
Ben, over here!
Hey. Ooh! Help!
Don't worry! I'm en route!
A rescue mission? Ha!
And what a paltry start to it.
How do you presume you'll escape, hmm?
With my trusty... paddle!
Sorry, bud. [ Grunting ]
Laughable.
[ Rumbling ]
Whoa.
[ Gurgling ]
Candy!
[ Screeches, roars ]
Whoa!
Candy!
Candy, candy, candy!
[ Twinkle! ]
Huh? Hmm.
Oh! Whoa!
Oh, hey bud!
Oh, whoa.
Huh, not so bad.
Oh, it stopped.
Huh?
[ Both scream ]
A belly full of gold, just as I instructed.
[ Laughs ] Good boy!
[ Clang! ] Oh!
[ Groans ]
Is it getting hot in here?
It'll get even hotter if those stomach juices get to us.
[ Rumbling ]
Ooh, not again! [ Whimpers ]
What? What just happened?
He's flat on his belly.
We can get back to the esophagus!
Great.
[ Snarls ]
Candy?
Yep, and you might get some if you behave.
Uh...do we really have time to build this?
Of course!
We're gonna ride this thing on out of here!
Shiny.
Ah-ah!
Want to give yourself another tummy ache? Relax.
[ Sighs ]
Good boy.
[ Gagging ]
Tickle, tickle, tickle.
Truly, a sophisticated strategy you've devised here.
You sure this will work, Ben?
And also, did this have to be rocket-shaped?
First of all, trust in the gag reflex.
And second of all, of course it did.
[ Rumbling ]
[ Gagging ]
Hang on!
[ Retching ] [ Both shouting ]
Huh?
[ Screeches ]
[ Roars ]
Now that Grandpa's safe,
it's time to neutralize the threat...
Grey Matter style!
Whoa!
Aah!
[ Grunting ]
Blugh!
[ Groans ]
Grey Matter knows secret Kung Fu moves?
Nope.
Biiiiology!
I'm so smart.
Ben, I'm still trapped in here.
I have no clue how to un-build that thing.
Dr. Animo: That golden rocket is mine!
Animo!
Oh, yeah. Why is he even here?
[ Mumbling ] I dunno.
Ugh! Whatever.
Oh, now, wait! Wait! Wait!
[ Grunts ]
Time to throw stuff!