01x11 - A Small Problem
Posted: 05/19/22 14:17
stories of twists
And turns.
Hurtling down
a -foot plunge
at speeds of over miles
per hour.
Then splash down in a
churning , -gallon
wave pool.
You've entered the riptide
rapids zone.
You're too short.
What are you talking about?
But I'm almost--
next.
Sorry.
I heard the baby banana boats
are fun for the smaller set.
They'll all feel small when
Rip Josh shows up for a dip.
Come on, work.
Huh?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Anything but being
a Micro munchkin.
ΒΆ
Look out!
Watch those flip-flops.
In when this water park
was a cornfield, recently
declassified documents suggest
an alien spacecraft crash-landed
right here.
Time to tie up some
loose ends.
So if you could get someone
from upper management down here
so I could start checking
soil samples.
Uh...Ok.
Hold on while I call someone
who cares.
Ring, ring, ring.
Guess what, dude.
No answer.
Next in line.
Did you see that?
An alien!
Maybe a remnant
of that fateful crash.
Dude, you've been in the sun
way too long.
Hey, no cuts!
Hey, race you to the bottom.
Whoa!
Woo ho ho!
Now, that rocked.
Aah!
Grandpa's not going to like
you going alien just
to sneak on a ride.
That's why I'm
not going yo tell him.
In a few minutes, I'll be back
to normal, and he'll never know,
will he?
We gotta towel off.
Or in your case, napkin off.
There you are, my little
alien ticket to fame.
Gwen!
Gwen!
Let him go!
Aah!
Grandpa, that guy's got
grey matter.
Gwen!
Whoa!
I keep forgetting I'm not as
young as I used to be.
Go.
Let me out!
Don't worry.
We'll find him...
somehow.
Security system off.
Lights on.
Prepare dinner.
No, no.
This one is all mine.
Ok, so if he's grey matter
now, he'll just turn back into
Ben then go four arms or
something and escape.
But if you said he went alien
when he did, Ben should have
changed back before
he was taken.
Which means maybe something's
wrong with the watch.
Well, at least as grey matter
he's smart.
Incredible.
Truly incredible.
A perfect miniature alien being.
Who are you calling
miniature?
So, which galaxy
are you from?
Actually,
I don't know myself.
And if I did,
I wouldn't tell you.
Oh, feisty little life form,
aren't you?
You want to see feisty?
Just wait until I get big.
Take a picture.
It lasts longer.
My thoughts exactly.
Mr. Howell, we've more than
had enough of your fuzzy claims
and blurry photos of supposed
alien spaceships.
I'm not someone you want
to annoy.
I--I know that,
but this one's different.
I promise you.
See, he's only about
inches in
size and converses fluently
in english.
Perhaps the organization
would consider?
I'm sending a car.
You'd better not be wasting our
time or our resources.
Great. A thousand people
at the water
park, and the u.F.O. Freak
spots me.
Wait.
This could work.
Here, kitty, kitty.
I taste just like chicken.
Whoa!
I'm free!
Uh-oh. I'm free.
Howell Wainwright,
Alien discoverer.
Let the fame and fortune begin.
No!
Hello?
Gwen, it's me.
Ben,
you're still Grey Matter?
Yeah.
The watch still won't work.
Where are you?
Uh, there appears to be
a mountain peak . miles due
west with a vertical angle of
degrees.
Brainiac, how about a street?
Oh, yeah.
It's Ripley.
Aah!
Ben?
Something happened.
Aah!
Ripley avenue, Ripley lane,
Ripley drive.
We don't have time to check them
all out.
Do we have a choice?
What's your malfunction?
Probably something stupid like
the dna splicing replicator
copying a fragment
of amino acid sequence.
So this is what it feels like
to be smart.
I'll teach you to blow
me off.
Gotcha!
Think again!
He gets away, and the
organization will come after me.
Come on.
Think, Howell.
Ah, fresh air.
This is so gross.
I'll take this side.
You take that one.
Ben?
You can run,
but you can't hide.
What?
Ah, my ticket out.
Don't make this hard
on yourself.
I'll smoke you out if I have to.
Aah!
Grandpa, his car.
Uh, something tells me you're
the type of guy who
has a lot Of friends.
Who needs friends when you'll
have the fame I'm about to have?
They're here.
Yeah.
To break me out.
Oh, you don't know how long
I've waited to meet you people.
It's truly an honor.
Want to ring the doorbell?
I'll knock...Hard.
Where's the alien?
Hands off.
Brutus, sit, boy.
It's him--the guy
who's got Ben.
They're getting away.
Down, boy.
Nice trick, grandpa.
Come on. We need to find out
where they went.
I have a bad feeling about
these guys.
That's because you're the one
in the cage, and I'm not.
Huh, the old lady and the
Creep have the same
taste in cars.
Go figure.
He looks so sad.
They can't torment Ben like
that, only I can torment Ben
like that.
If we can get a reverse trace
on that number, we should be
able to get an address.
grandpa, there's a sneaky
side to you I'm totally starting
to appreciate.
A remarkable specimen.
So, how we doing this?
Joint news conference?
Hitting the major talk shows?
We prefer to keep our
discoveries private.
uh, wh-what
are you talking about?
We've gotta tell the world
about this.
Actually, we don't.
Wh--where you taking him?
our scientists have a few
tests to run.
Yeah, but honestly, I've
never been very good at tests
nor quizzes, for that matter.
I found him.
He belongs to me.
He's ours now.
And you just became disposable.
They can't do this
to either Of us.
This isn't a house.
It's a fortress.
Are they having a masquerade
party here or something?
They call themselves the
Organization, a well-financed
secret society dedicated to
collecting alien technology.
Hey, when you've been around
as long as I have, you pick up
a few things.
Prepare subject
for dissection.
Ready?
Not really, but...
Hi there.
Hey, metal head!
Don't bother with
the slice and dice.
Trust me.
I'm just as grey on the inside
as I am on the out.
Let me assist you.
What are you doing?
Getting you out of here.
Back off.
Aliens are people, too.
Well, sort of.
Ow!
Ben!
Gwen!
Let's save the family reunion
for the road.
Look at all this alien tech.
Sir, our scientists were
found unconscious,
and the alien is missing.
There's also been a security
breach at the northeast
perimeter.
Find me that alien.
Oh, man.
These guys have no clue what
they've got here.
Or maybe they do.
We've got to destroy
everything.
Spread out and find them.
Gwen, grab that pulse
hypercore.
Grandpa, the gallinium
capacitor.
It's not Ben talking,
it's grey matter.
Do it.
They're over here.
Get out of here.
What about you?
If I can get inside the power
grid, I can hook the hypercore
and capacitor up to it.
This is where small comes
in handy.
Now, go. I'll meet you outside.
Grandpa!
That reaction will decimate
the mansion
and everything in it.
Everyone out except you, Howell.
You and your little alien have
been nothing but trouble.
Oh, man. Just when I didn't
want you to work.
Huh? Where did you come from?
I'll tell you later. Right now
can you givew me a hand?
Thakns. We gotta get out
of here.
Anyone see where that
little alien went?
Nope.
Not a clue.
Well I am done with
anyhting alien.
Feels good to be big again.
Big? Get real Shorty.
Don't make me go
four arms on you.
I didn't do anything.
We have to get that fixed.
Find out all there is to know
about these people.
And turns.
Hurtling down
a -foot plunge
at speeds of over miles
per hour.
Then splash down in a
churning , -gallon
wave pool.
You've entered the riptide
rapids zone.
You're too short.
What are you talking about?
But I'm almost--
next.
Sorry.
I heard the baby banana boats
are fun for the smaller set.
They'll all feel small when
Rip Josh shows up for a dip.
Come on, work.
Huh?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Anything but being
a Micro munchkin.
ΒΆ
Look out!
Watch those flip-flops.
In when this water park
was a cornfield, recently
declassified documents suggest
an alien spacecraft crash-landed
right here.
Time to tie up some
loose ends.
So if you could get someone
from upper management down here
so I could start checking
soil samples.
Uh...Ok.
Hold on while I call someone
who cares.
Ring, ring, ring.
Guess what, dude.
No answer.
Next in line.
Did you see that?
An alien!
Maybe a remnant
of that fateful crash.
Dude, you've been in the sun
way too long.
Hey, no cuts!
Hey, race you to the bottom.
Whoa!
Woo ho ho!
Now, that rocked.
Aah!
Grandpa's not going to like
you going alien just
to sneak on a ride.
That's why I'm
not going yo tell him.
In a few minutes, I'll be back
to normal, and he'll never know,
will he?
We gotta towel off.
Or in your case, napkin off.
There you are, my little
alien ticket to fame.
Gwen!
Gwen!
Let him go!
Aah!
Grandpa, that guy's got
grey matter.
Gwen!
Whoa!
I keep forgetting I'm not as
young as I used to be.
Go.
Let me out!
Don't worry.
We'll find him...
somehow.
Security system off.
Lights on.
Prepare dinner.
No, no.
This one is all mine.
Ok, so if he's grey matter
now, he'll just turn back into
Ben then go four arms or
something and escape.
But if you said he went alien
when he did, Ben should have
changed back before
he was taken.
Which means maybe something's
wrong with the watch.
Well, at least as grey matter
he's smart.
Incredible.
Truly incredible.
A perfect miniature alien being.
Who are you calling
miniature?
So, which galaxy
are you from?
Actually,
I don't know myself.
And if I did,
I wouldn't tell you.
Oh, feisty little life form,
aren't you?
You want to see feisty?
Just wait until I get big.
Take a picture.
It lasts longer.
My thoughts exactly.
Mr. Howell, we've more than
had enough of your fuzzy claims
and blurry photos of supposed
alien spaceships.
I'm not someone you want
to annoy.
I--I know that,
but this one's different.
I promise you.
See, he's only about
inches in
size and converses fluently
in english.
Perhaps the organization
would consider?
I'm sending a car.
You'd better not be wasting our
time or our resources.
Great. A thousand people
at the water
park, and the u.F.O. Freak
spots me.
Wait.
This could work.
Here, kitty, kitty.
I taste just like chicken.
Whoa!
I'm free!
Uh-oh. I'm free.
Howell Wainwright,
Alien discoverer.
Let the fame and fortune begin.
No!
Hello?
Gwen, it's me.
Ben,
you're still Grey Matter?
Yeah.
The watch still won't work.
Where are you?
Uh, there appears to be
a mountain peak . miles due
west with a vertical angle of
degrees.
Brainiac, how about a street?
Oh, yeah.
It's Ripley.
Aah!
Ben?
Something happened.
Aah!
Ripley avenue, Ripley lane,
Ripley drive.
We don't have time to check them
all out.
Do we have a choice?
What's your malfunction?
Probably something stupid like
the dna splicing replicator
copying a fragment
of amino acid sequence.
So this is what it feels like
to be smart.
I'll teach you to blow
me off.
Gotcha!
Think again!
He gets away, and the
organization will come after me.
Come on.
Think, Howell.
Ah, fresh air.
This is so gross.
I'll take this side.
You take that one.
Ben?
You can run,
but you can't hide.
What?
Ah, my ticket out.
Don't make this hard
on yourself.
I'll smoke you out if I have to.
Aah!
Grandpa, his car.
Uh, something tells me you're
the type of guy who
has a lot Of friends.
Who needs friends when you'll
have the fame I'm about to have?
They're here.
Yeah.
To break me out.
Oh, you don't know how long
I've waited to meet you people.
It's truly an honor.
Want to ring the doorbell?
I'll knock...Hard.
Where's the alien?
Hands off.
Brutus, sit, boy.
It's him--the guy
who's got Ben.
They're getting away.
Down, boy.
Nice trick, grandpa.
Come on. We need to find out
where they went.
I have a bad feeling about
these guys.
That's because you're the one
in the cage, and I'm not.
Huh, the old lady and the
Creep have the same
taste in cars.
Go figure.
He looks so sad.
They can't torment Ben like
that, only I can torment Ben
like that.
If we can get a reverse trace
on that number, we should be
able to get an address.
grandpa, there's a sneaky
side to you I'm totally starting
to appreciate.
A remarkable specimen.
So, how we doing this?
Joint news conference?
Hitting the major talk shows?
We prefer to keep our
discoveries private.
uh, wh-what
are you talking about?
We've gotta tell the world
about this.
Actually, we don't.
Wh--where you taking him?
our scientists have a few
tests to run.
Yeah, but honestly, I've
never been very good at tests
nor quizzes, for that matter.
I found him.
He belongs to me.
He's ours now.
And you just became disposable.
They can't do this
to either Of us.
This isn't a house.
It's a fortress.
Are they having a masquerade
party here or something?
They call themselves the
Organization, a well-financed
secret society dedicated to
collecting alien technology.
Hey, when you've been around
as long as I have, you pick up
a few things.
Prepare subject
for dissection.
Ready?
Not really, but...
Hi there.
Hey, metal head!
Don't bother with
the slice and dice.
Trust me.
I'm just as grey on the inside
as I am on the out.
Let me assist you.
What are you doing?
Getting you out of here.
Back off.
Aliens are people, too.
Well, sort of.
Ow!
Ben!
Gwen!
Let's save the family reunion
for the road.
Look at all this alien tech.
Sir, our scientists were
found unconscious,
and the alien is missing.
There's also been a security
breach at the northeast
perimeter.
Find me that alien.
Oh, man.
These guys have no clue what
they've got here.
Or maybe they do.
We've got to destroy
everything.
Spread out and find them.
Gwen, grab that pulse
hypercore.
Grandpa, the gallinium
capacitor.
It's not Ben talking,
it's grey matter.
Do it.
They're over here.
Get out of here.
What about you?
If I can get inside the power
grid, I can hook the hypercore
and capacitor up to it.
This is where small comes
in handy.
Now, go. I'll meet you outside.
Grandpa!
That reaction will decimate
the mansion
and everything in it.
Everyone out except you, Howell.
You and your little alien have
been nothing but trouble.
Oh, man. Just when I didn't
want you to work.
Huh? Where did you come from?
I'll tell you later. Right now
can you givew me a hand?
Thakns. We gotta get out
of here.
Anyone see where that
little alien went?
Nope.
Not a clue.
Well I am done with
anyhting alien.
Feels good to be big again.
Big? Get real Shorty.
Don't make me go
four arms on you.
I didn't do anything.
We have to get that fixed.
Find out all there is to know
about these people.