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01x11 - A Small Problem

Posted: 05/19/22 14:17
by bunniefuu
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.