01x03 - The Krakken
Posted: 05/19/22 14:11
Cannonball!
L.J. scores. Yes!
Perfect ! Yeah!
The crowd loves him!
A perfect dweeb
is more like it.
Come on. Dive in.
Please. Who knows what nasty,
slimy things
are slithering around in there?
I rest my case.
What's the point in camping
by a lake if you're afraid
to get wet?
Knock it off, midget.
Hey, what's happen--
Very funny, Ben.
I'm not falling for it.
Ben?
Ben?
You should have seen
the look on your face.
Ah, priceless.
You are so busted
when I tell grandpa.
Ha ha ha!
I can't believe
she fell for it.
A monster in the lake.
How dumb can you be?
¶ It started when
an alien device did what it did
And stuck itself upon his wrist
with secrets that it hid
Now he's got super powers
He's no ordinary kid
He's Ben ¶
¶ Ben ¶
¶ Ben ¶
¶ So if you see him
you might be in for
a big surprise
He'll turn into an alien
before your very eyes
He's funny, freaky,
fast and strong
He's every shape and size
He's Ben ¶
¶ Ben ¶
¶ All new powers
he's on the case
Fighting all evil
from earth or space
He'll never stop till it's OK
'Cause he's the baddest kid
to ever save the day
Ben ¶
¶ Ben ¶
¶ , , ¶
I was just att*cked
by a giant lake monster.
Hello.
Current events.
You already got me
with that one.
But I'm not kidding
this time.
Come on, champ.
Joke's over.
But I--
Get some sleep.
Remember we have an early day
tomorrow for our fishing trip.
No. Really. It was humongous
with these red glowing eyes.
I'm sure it was just
some kind of big fish.
That's all.
Yeah.
So give the mega fish
story a rest.
Will you, Captain Dweeb?
Breakfast?
Oh, Ben, gross. What's with
the bucket of slimies?
Bait.
Yeah.
Well, I think I'm going to pass
on the fishing thing.
I'll stay here and catch
some sun instead.
OK. But you don't know
what you're missing.
I'm pretty sure I do.
Captain Shaw?
Who wants to know?
I'm max Tennyson,
and this is my grandson Ben.
We chartered your boat today
for a fishing trip.
Well,
what are you waiting for?
An engraved invitation?
Get aboard.
I ain't got all day.
Anything interesting
to catch out there today?
More than you can imagine.
Looks like your boy's
using his breakfast as chum.
Ben, you feeling OK?
Yeah.
I'm just keeping an eye out
for the lake monster.
That thing's not taking me
by surprise this time.
Whoa!
There it is!
Oh, my bad.
Now, Ben, this is a fishing
trip, not a monster hunt.
It's called the Krakken.
Whoa.
You know about it?
It's my business
to know about it.
I've been on its tail for years.
Folks say my rudder's not right.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
Sightings go back hundreds
of years on this very lake.
Some say it's a myth. Not me.
I could take you to a spot
where I personally laid eyes
upon the beast--
that is, if you got the stomach
for some real adventure.
I guess so.
All right!
Sonar. Hi-def video setup.
Ultrasound.
I got it all,
and I will find it.
Mark my words.
It can't hide forever.
Ben, I don't want you
to put too much stock
into what Mr. Shaw says.
I don't think he has
both oars in the water,
if you know what I mean.
Why? just because he saw
the Krakken, too?
Do not enter?
What's going on?
Looks official.
Maybe we should turn back.
Nonsense. This is my lake,
and I'll go wherever I--
Fishing boat,
stop where you are.
I am Jonah Melville,
the founder of friends of fish.
We've closed this section of the
lake for an environmental study.
You'll have to
turn your boat around.
Suppose you make me,
fish hugger.
Well, since I chartered
the boat for the day,
I believe I'm in charge.
Isn't that right, Captain?
Aw, I suppose.
But what about the Krakken?
The Krakken?
Not that old fish story.
Look.
I'm a marine biologist,
and anybody who tells you
they've seen a monster
in this lake is casting
without a hook.
The sonar.
We found something.
Or something found us.
Look!
The Krakken!
It's heading for the docks.
Gwen.
Ah, finally a little sun.
And with my bigmouth cousin
nowhere in sight, I can
just lay back and relax.
How many times does that
doofus think I'm gonna fall
for this?
Aah!
That's not Ben.
I told you.
It's real.
The Krakken lives!
Sail now.
Gloat later.
Someone's got to rescue
those people.
Ripjaws to the rescue.
Hey, I said Ripjaws,
not Accelerate.
Stupid watch.
Here goes nothing.
Whoa!
You OK?
I think so.
Thanks for the save.
Hey, you did that on purpose.
Get us out of here!
Whoa!
No, you don't!
Thanks for the hand
and the feet.
What's so important
in that crate that you'd
risk your life for it?
Um, our lunch.
You almost got munched
for a few sandwiches?
Uh-oh. Sorry. Gotta run.
Almost there.
I think I'm--yaah!
Make it.
Man overboard.
Shaw, Ben is overboard.
Bring the boat around.
Next time you're in my
sights, you won't be so lucky.
See?
I told you so.
That was the same thing that
tried to munch me last night.
Captain Shaw and I were right.
Just because he was right
about the Krakken doesn't mean
I was wrong about him.
I want you to stay away
from that guy.
He's trouble.
You're just being stubborn.
Yeah.
Don't you just hate
people like that?
We'll leave this
to the experts, Ben.
Like those friends
of fish guys.
Experts? Who better
to snag a lake monster
than the guy with the monster
buster on his wrist?
I'm afraid this is just
gonna have to be the one
that got away, son.
Lowdown,
no-good fish kissers.
Captain Shaw, what is it?
The nerve
of those enviro-punks.
They shut down the entire lake.
Nobody tells me where to sail.
And nobody's gonna keep me
away from reeling in
the catch of the century.
Nobody.
Come on, Ben.
What did you do?
Fall in?
Hey, no stowaways on my boat,
even if you are only
a filthy rat.
First mate Tennyson
reporting for duty, sir.
She's probably been chased
deep by our fishy friends.
Only one way to flush her
out--with a little live bait.
Maybe I should go with you.
You know, just in case.
No need. I've got
my dive body right here.
Wish me luck.
Don't you know night diving
is dangerous, old-timer?
Unless, of course,
you went with a friend.
I work alone.
I ain't got no friends.
And with a sparkling
personality like yours?
I haven't anything
worth stealing either.
Ah.
But you have us all wrong.
All we want is some information.
Like, what did you
see down there?
Nothing.
Same as always.
Well, I have to be sure.
Come on. Work.
Take Ahab here with us.
Find out if he knows anything
back at the cannery.
We'll come back later
with a mini-sub to snag
the rest of the eggs.
In the meantime, I think his
boat just got lost at sea.
It's hero time.
Is that a bird?
Nah.
Looks like a plane.
It's a bug!
Man the harpoons.
Give it up.
You are totally busted.
Whoa!
Oh, man.
My wings are too wet
for takeoff.
Let's squish that bug
once and for all.
Aw, come on. Come on!
Dry off!
It's getting
too crowded around here.
Dump the trash overboard.
Almost there.
Oh, not again.
Any sign of Ben and Shaw?
Not yet.
Yow!
Uh!
I hate it when that happens.
And the Krakken's nest
was full of eggs.
No wonder she's been
attacking everything.
Jonah must be stealing her eggs.
And I think I know
who Jonah is.
I did a little checking
on friends of fish
and found out it's not listed
on any environmental web site.
But I did find this.
Jonah Melville isn't a friend
to any kind of wildlife.
He travels around the world
poaching rare animals,
then crates them up and sells
them to private collectors.
Crates them up?
Oh, man.
I bet that crate the Krakken
took off their boat
had her egg in it.
Looks like we were both
a little too hardheaded.
We've gotta stop them.
They said something about
going back to a cannery.
All this talk doesn't
change a thing.
Mommy or not,
that beast is mine.
Let's go. I've a spare boat
down at the docks.
It'll take a while until
the police can get here.
What are you doing?
Get back here.
Sorry, Captain.
You don't know
what you're doing.
A monster's a monster, and I
know a monster when I see one.
Careful, or you'll be
cleaning up the world's
most expensive omelet.
After we sell these babies
to the highest bidder,
we'll be kicking back
on a beach in the Bahamas.
See if you can find the eggs.
What about you?
I'm gonna kick some
friends of fish tail.
The bigger the Krakken,
the bigger the payday.
You want to mess
with a monster?
Try me on for size.
All right, buddy.
We can do this the easy way
or the hard way.
Go high.
Is this the easy way
or the hard way?
My eggs!
They aren't your eggs.
Rescuing babies--
very heroic but not very smart.
Hang here for a while
until the police find
a nice dry cell for you.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Got one.
I finally got me a Krakken.
One of the eggs
must have hatched.
Imagine this trophy
mounted on my wall.
I think your catch of the day
isn't exactly as advertised.
But I could have sworn.
L.J. scores. Yes!
Perfect ! Yeah!
The crowd loves him!
A perfect dweeb
is more like it.
Come on. Dive in.
Please. Who knows what nasty,
slimy things
are slithering around in there?
I rest my case.
What's the point in camping
by a lake if you're afraid
to get wet?
Knock it off, midget.
Hey, what's happen--
Very funny, Ben.
I'm not falling for it.
Ben?
Ben?
You should have seen
the look on your face.
Ah, priceless.
You are so busted
when I tell grandpa.
Ha ha ha!
I can't believe
she fell for it.
A monster in the lake.
How dumb can you be?
¶ It started when
an alien device did what it did
And stuck itself upon his wrist
with secrets that it hid
Now he's got super powers
He's no ordinary kid
He's Ben ¶
¶ Ben ¶
¶ Ben ¶
¶ So if you see him
you might be in for
a big surprise
He'll turn into an alien
before your very eyes
He's funny, freaky,
fast and strong
He's every shape and size
He's Ben ¶
¶ Ben ¶
¶ All new powers
he's on the case
Fighting all evil
from earth or space
He'll never stop till it's OK
'Cause he's the baddest kid
to ever save the day
Ben ¶
¶ Ben ¶
¶ , , ¶
I was just att*cked
by a giant lake monster.
Hello.
Current events.
You already got me
with that one.
But I'm not kidding
this time.
Come on, champ.
Joke's over.
But I--
Get some sleep.
Remember we have an early day
tomorrow for our fishing trip.
No. Really. It was humongous
with these red glowing eyes.
I'm sure it was just
some kind of big fish.
That's all.
Yeah.
So give the mega fish
story a rest.
Will you, Captain Dweeb?
Breakfast?
Oh, Ben, gross. What's with
the bucket of slimies?
Bait.
Yeah.
Well, I think I'm going to pass
on the fishing thing.
I'll stay here and catch
some sun instead.
OK. But you don't know
what you're missing.
I'm pretty sure I do.
Captain Shaw?
Who wants to know?
I'm max Tennyson,
and this is my grandson Ben.
We chartered your boat today
for a fishing trip.
Well,
what are you waiting for?
An engraved invitation?
Get aboard.
I ain't got all day.
Anything interesting
to catch out there today?
More than you can imagine.
Looks like your boy's
using his breakfast as chum.
Ben, you feeling OK?
Yeah.
I'm just keeping an eye out
for the lake monster.
That thing's not taking me
by surprise this time.
Whoa!
There it is!
Oh, my bad.
Now, Ben, this is a fishing
trip, not a monster hunt.
It's called the Krakken.
Whoa.
You know about it?
It's my business
to know about it.
I've been on its tail for years.
Folks say my rudder's not right.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
Sightings go back hundreds
of years on this very lake.
Some say it's a myth. Not me.
I could take you to a spot
where I personally laid eyes
upon the beast--
that is, if you got the stomach
for some real adventure.
I guess so.
All right!
Sonar. Hi-def video setup.
Ultrasound.
I got it all,
and I will find it.
Mark my words.
It can't hide forever.
Ben, I don't want you
to put too much stock
into what Mr. Shaw says.
I don't think he has
both oars in the water,
if you know what I mean.
Why? just because he saw
the Krakken, too?
Do not enter?
What's going on?
Looks official.
Maybe we should turn back.
Nonsense. This is my lake,
and I'll go wherever I--
Fishing boat,
stop where you are.
I am Jonah Melville,
the founder of friends of fish.
We've closed this section of the
lake for an environmental study.
You'll have to
turn your boat around.
Suppose you make me,
fish hugger.
Well, since I chartered
the boat for the day,
I believe I'm in charge.
Isn't that right, Captain?
Aw, I suppose.
But what about the Krakken?
The Krakken?
Not that old fish story.
Look.
I'm a marine biologist,
and anybody who tells you
they've seen a monster
in this lake is casting
without a hook.
The sonar.
We found something.
Or something found us.
Look!
The Krakken!
It's heading for the docks.
Gwen.
Ah, finally a little sun.
And with my bigmouth cousin
nowhere in sight, I can
just lay back and relax.
How many times does that
doofus think I'm gonna fall
for this?
Aah!
That's not Ben.
I told you.
It's real.
The Krakken lives!
Sail now.
Gloat later.
Someone's got to rescue
those people.
Ripjaws to the rescue.
Hey, I said Ripjaws,
not Accelerate.
Stupid watch.
Here goes nothing.
Whoa!
You OK?
I think so.
Thanks for the save.
Hey, you did that on purpose.
Get us out of here!
Whoa!
No, you don't!
Thanks for the hand
and the feet.
What's so important
in that crate that you'd
risk your life for it?
Um, our lunch.
You almost got munched
for a few sandwiches?
Uh-oh. Sorry. Gotta run.
Almost there.
I think I'm--yaah!
Make it.
Man overboard.
Shaw, Ben is overboard.
Bring the boat around.
Next time you're in my
sights, you won't be so lucky.
See?
I told you so.
That was the same thing that
tried to munch me last night.
Captain Shaw and I were right.
Just because he was right
about the Krakken doesn't mean
I was wrong about him.
I want you to stay away
from that guy.
He's trouble.
You're just being stubborn.
Yeah.
Don't you just hate
people like that?
We'll leave this
to the experts, Ben.
Like those friends
of fish guys.
Experts? Who better
to snag a lake monster
than the guy with the monster
buster on his wrist?
I'm afraid this is just
gonna have to be the one
that got away, son.
Lowdown,
no-good fish kissers.
Captain Shaw, what is it?
The nerve
of those enviro-punks.
They shut down the entire lake.
Nobody tells me where to sail.
And nobody's gonna keep me
away from reeling in
the catch of the century.
Nobody.
Come on, Ben.
What did you do?
Fall in?
Hey, no stowaways on my boat,
even if you are only
a filthy rat.
First mate Tennyson
reporting for duty, sir.
She's probably been chased
deep by our fishy friends.
Only one way to flush her
out--with a little live bait.
Maybe I should go with you.
You know, just in case.
No need. I've got
my dive body right here.
Wish me luck.
Don't you know night diving
is dangerous, old-timer?
Unless, of course,
you went with a friend.
I work alone.
I ain't got no friends.
And with a sparkling
personality like yours?
I haven't anything
worth stealing either.
Ah.
But you have us all wrong.
All we want is some information.
Like, what did you
see down there?
Nothing.
Same as always.
Well, I have to be sure.
Come on. Work.
Take Ahab here with us.
Find out if he knows anything
back at the cannery.
We'll come back later
with a mini-sub to snag
the rest of the eggs.
In the meantime, I think his
boat just got lost at sea.
It's hero time.
Is that a bird?
Nah.
Looks like a plane.
It's a bug!
Man the harpoons.
Give it up.
You are totally busted.
Whoa!
Oh, man.
My wings are too wet
for takeoff.
Let's squish that bug
once and for all.
Aw, come on. Come on!
Dry off!
It's getting
too crowded around here.
Dump the trash overboard.
Almost there.
Oh, not again.
Any sign of Ben and Shaw?
Not yet.
Yow!
Uh!
I hate it when that happens.
And the Krakken's nest
was full of eggs.
No wonder she's been
attacking everything.
Jonah must be stealing her eggs.
And I think I know
who Jonah is.
I did a little checking
on friends of fish
and found out it's not listed
on any environmental web site.
But I did find this.
Jonah Melville isn't a friend
to any kind of wildlife.
He travels around the world
poaching rare animals,
then crates them up and sells
them to private collectors.
Crates them up?
Oh, man.
I bet that crate the Krakken
took off their boat
had her egg in it.
Looks like we were both
a little too hardheaded.
We've gotta stop them.
They said something about
going back to a cannery.
All this talk doesn't
change a thing.
Mommy or not,
that beast is mine.
Let's go. I've a spare boat
down at the docks.
It'll take a while until
the police can get here.
What are you doing?
Get back here.
Sorry, Captain.
You don't know
what you're doing.
A monster's a monster, and I
know a monster when I see one.
Careful, or you'll be
cleaning up the world's
most expensive omelet.
After we sell these babies
to the highest bidder,
we'll be kicking back
on a beach in the Bahamas.
See if you can find the eggs.
What about you?
I'm gonna kick some
friends of fish tail.
The bigger the Krakken,
the bigger the payday.
You want to mess
with a monster?
Try me on for size.
All right, buddy.
We can do this the easy way
or the hard way.
Go high.
Is this the easy way
or the hard way?
My eggs!
They aren't your eggs.
Rescuing babies--
very heroic but not very smart.
Hang here for a while
until the police find
a nice dry cell for you.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Got one.
I finally got me a Krakken.
One of the eggs
must have hatched.
Imagine this trophy
mounted on my wall.
I think your catch of the day
isn't exactly as advertised.
But I could have sworn.