01x06 - It Was Them
Posted: 05/20/22 17:51
Ready, my friend?
Finally
... some downtime.
Hey, keep an eye
on my lunch, would you?
Let's make this quick, slimy.
There's a triple
cheeseburger with my name on it.
Oh. Nice trick.
Hold still, will ya?!
Not gonna play hide-and ...
Whoa!
Whoa!
I came here to eat lunch,
not be lunch.
♪ Ben ♪
♪ he's a kid,
and he wants to have fun ♪
♪ but when you need a superhero,
he gets the job done ♪
♪ Ben ♪
♪ with a device that
he wears on his arm ♪
♪ he can change his shape
and save the world from harm ♪
♪ when trouble's taking place♪
♪ he gets right in its face ♪
♪ Ben ♪
♪ when lives are on the line ♪
♪ it's hero time ♪
♪ Ben ♪
This is going to
hurt you more than it hurts me.
I am not doing that again.
Guess you bit off more
than you could chew, huh?
Aw, come on.
That was a little funny.
Unh-unh, pal.
You're not going anywhere.
Gotcha!
Hey, number one ... gross.
And number two...
I always wait for evil villains
to finish their speeches.
Dude! You were supposed
to keep an eye on my stuff!
So, this whole time, you've just
been sitting here, eating...
Mycetian swamp hoppers.
Would you like some?
Ugh.
You and grandpa Max.
Couldn't have given me
a little help out there?
You should have said something.
- Like what?
- Like..."Rook, help me."
I didn't need help. I ...
Fine. Whatever.
Aw, man. Look at this. There's
chili-cheese fries on my
burger and the hot-fudge
sundae over the whole thing.
Mmm. Not bad.
Seems like lately, I'm getting
att*cked by more monsters than Tokyo.
I thought that was normal.
Bet these things aren't normal.
But who'd want to sic
freaky monsters on me?
Dude, who wouldn't want
to sic freaky monsters on you?
I've... been... working on
my conversational earthling.
Wait a minute.
There is one nutball who totally
does the mutant-creature
thing ... Dr. Animo.
Dr. Animo?
Yeah. Guy's been
after me since I was little.
Freaky frogs, mutant bats,
prairie dogs ... you name it.
I'm not familiar with
this nutball of which you speak,
but a Dr. Animo is currently in a
holding cell at Plumber headquarters.
I'm telling you,
Rook, it's got to be Animo.
That is what you're telling me.
They say Tyrak the
tyrant managed to stage
a military coup without
ever leaving his prison cell.
See? There you go. That's
what Animo must be doing.
He had plasma cannons
and an army of several million.
Well, Animo can use, like,
a million, billion animals.
Ever since I was years old...
Curse you, Ben Tennyson!
Curse you and your meddling ways!
You haven't seen the
last of me, Ben Tennyson!
I'll get you if it's the
last thing I do, Ben Tennyson!
Did he actually say those things?
Totally.
Maybe.
Close enough.
I don't always listen.
He sounds like
a harmless eccentric.
Harmless?
What did I tell you, Rook?
The crazy is right here in front of us.
Conversely, the
prisoner himself is not.
See? I told you he
was the one attacking me.
The force field
hasn't been tampered with.
Then there has to be a vent
or an access panel or something.
There always is in these places.
Why is that, anyway?
Do they want prisoners
to be able to escape?
The vents are all sealed
with monomolecular grids.
What are all these ants doing here?
Ants are quite common on Earth.
There are well over , species.
But what are these ants
doing here?
Still think Animo's not
the guy attacking me?
I concede he
is a viable candidate.
And... we're in the sewer.
Of course we are.
These sanitation ducts
run under the whole city.
- The escaped prisoner could be anywhere.
- Maybe not just anywhere.
Fire-breathing giant ant ...
classic Dr. Animo.
He sounds like a very strange man.
Time to fight fire
with Swampfire!
Echo Echo.
Why am I not surprised?
Hey, bug eyes ...
over here.
And you didn't even
have to ask for my help.
Point taken.
Hey! Watch it!
Pick a me ...
any me.
Echo Echo!
Echo Echo!!
Echo Echo!!!
Echo Echo!!!!
Echo Echo!!!!!
Ingenious.
The sound must have atomized the
pyrophoric chemicals in its body.
Uh... yeah.
'Cause Echo Echo
is the sound of...
vic... to... ry?
I really should have seen that coming.
Don't suppose you have
a freeze ray on that thing?
No.
- Fire extinguisher?
- That would be a useful feature.
Was it something I said?
'Cause I'll say it again!
- They gave up too easily.
- Yeah. Come on.
Ants carrying machinery?
Very odd, no matter their size.
But they're big
enough to carry us, too.
I'm not sure
I want to know this, but,
um, why do you know
so much about ants?
When I learned I was
coming to Earth, I read
a fascinating guide book
by Myrzel of Valdus Prime.
He explained that ants are the
dominant life-form on your planet.
Why on Earth
would he think that?
Well, ants do outnumber
humans here nearly , to
and are found on every continent...
except "Ant"arctica, ironically.
Now, where is this evil
mastermind Dr. Animo?
Oh, I don't know.
How about over there,
inside that skyscraper-sized anthill?!
Ah. Of course.
I don't see a doorbell.
Guess we'll just have
to invie ourselves in.
One moment, Ben.
Hey!
What's with the mudpack?!
Not mud ...
pheromones.
Ants instinctively attack any intruder.
With these secretions on us, we'll
smell like members of the colony.
This had better work.
'Cause if you just smeared me
with ant goo for nothing,
we're gonna have a problem, man.
- Proud of yourself?
- I did not say a word.
Yes, my pets.
Build, construct, grow!
- Dr. Animo!
- Ben Tennyson!
What's the deal with sending
creepy mutant aliens to k*ll me?
Dude!
Mutant aliens? I don't
know what you're talking about.
Don't play dumb!
I'm not playing.
Honestly, I hadn't planned on
k*lling you until Phase II,
but here you are.
First, however, you will
witness my greatest triumph.
Did you know that there are
roughly a quadrillion ants on
Earth, with species native to
every continent but Ant-arctica?
Actually, yes. I did.
The device before
you generates a mutagenic pulse.
It will turn every single
ant on the planet into a giant mutant ...
with me, Dr. Animo, as their king.
The world will be my ant farm!
- This is not your guy.
- You got that right.
Flush him out.
Look, Dr. Animo, I'll be
the first to admit that an army
of giant ants is kinda
cool, but come on.
You know we can't let
you get away with it.
My partner and I are gonna ...
That is a Kormite power core.
- Rook!
- Uh, keep chatting. I got this.
Okay. Just me is
gonna smash this picnic.
Do your worst, Ben
Tennyson. Nothing can stop me!
Okay, one more time.
Come on, Swampfire!
Let me tell you something,
new Omnitrix that
keeps turning me into
the wrong thing ...
you keep turning me
into the wrong thing!
Ben! Animo?
Right.
Come, my ant
army! Destroy Ben Tennyson!
You may be
strong, but in sufficient
numbers, ants can bring down any prey.
Cosmic drop!
Incursean ambassador!
Serious butt-kicking!
In a few minutes,
you'll be nothing but bones.
Oh, yeah?
Dr. Animo, you terror of mutant...
uh, mutants...
Rath is gonna ...
Ow! Now you're
asking for it, giant ants.
Rath will squash you
like a bug. A giant bug.
Many giant bugs!
Huh?
Ben! I've recovered
the Kormite power core!
Let me tell something,
new alien partner that I never
wanted in the first place but
I'm begrudgingly beginning to
like in spite of myself,
Rath is gonna ...
Whoa!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoa! New alien!
Cool!
I wonder what I can do.
It doesn't
matter what you do.
For now, you face the
fury of... the ant king!
Ant king? You might want
to work on that name.
As for my name, how about...
Crashhopper?
Had enough, Animo?
'Cause I'm having a blast!
Ben!
If you have a moment?
I can set this power core to detonate.
- Great plan!
- It will destroy the
anthill, the ants, us, and
several populated areas.
Bad plan!
What if I adjust the power-core
frequency to atomize just the ants?
Better plan!
Oh, curse you, Ben Tennyson!
Curse you and your meddling ways!
See?
Told you he talks like that.
Mutant dogs, too?
One theme at a time, Animo!
What?
That's not one of mine.
Ohhhhhhh!
But it soon will be!
You must obey me.
Destroy Ben Tennyson!
Uh-oh.
Ahh.
Almost done.
Rook?
Help me.
Gladly, partner. Hold still.
Thanks.
Hmm.
This thing is definitely an invader.
The ants ought to attack it.
If I let nature take its course.
Ow!
Now, Rook!
Aloysius James Animo.
He middle-named you.
You are so busted.
No.
No. No, old friend.
You did your job.
Tennyson was lucky.
Next time, there won't be a
petty mutation freak
between me and my quarry.
This is not your usual jubilant
post-butt-kicking attitude... dude.
- Animo's not the guy.
- True.
And that... whatever it
is that keeps jumping me, did
you see how it turned into the exact
perfect predator to fight my new alien?
It's like a Ben-eating monster.
I'll admit ...
I thought you were being
paranoid before, but now...
someone is definitely out to get you ...
someone very dangerous.
But at least we stopped
the nefarious Dr. Animo.
He won't be causing trouble
for a long, long time.
You haven't seen
the last of me, Ben Tennyson.
Finally
... some downtime.
Hey, keep an eye
on my lunch, would you?
Let's make this quick, slimy.
There's a triple
cheeseburger with my name on it.
Oh. Nice trick.
Hold still, will ya?!
Not gonna play hide-and ...
Whoa!
Whoa!
I came here to eat lunch,
not be lunch.
♪ Ben ♪
♪ he's a kid,
and he wants to have fun ♪
♪ but when you need a superhero,
he gets the job done ♪
♪ Ben ♪
♪ with a device that
he wears on his arm ♪
♪ he can change his shape
and save the world from harm ♪
♪ when trouble's taking place♪
♪ he gets right in its face ♪
♪ Ben ♪
♪ when lives are on the line ♪
♪ it's hero time ♪
♪ Ben ♪
This is going to
hurt you more than it hurts me.
I am not doing that again.
Guess you bit off more
than you could chew, huh?
Aw, come on.
That was a little funny.
Unh-unh, pal.
You're not going anywhere.
Gotcha!
Hey, number one ... gross.
And number two...
I always wait for evil villains
to finish their speeches.
Dude! You were supposed
to keep an eye on my stuff!
So, this whole time, you've just
been sitting here, eating...
Mycetian swamp hoppers.
Would you like some?
Ugh.
You and grandpa Max.
Couldn't have given me
a little help out there?
You should have said something.
- Like what?
- Like..."Rook, help me."
I didn't need help. I ...
Fine. Whatever.
Aw, man. Look at this. There's
chili-cheese fries on my
burger and the hot-fudge
sundae over the whole thing.
Mmm. Not bad.
Seems like lately, I'm getting
att*cked by more monsters than Tokyo.
I thought that was normal.
Bet these things aren't normal.
But who'd want to sic
freaky monsters on me?
Dude, who wouldn't want
to sic freaky monsters on you?
I've... been... working on
my conversational earthling.
Wait a minute.
There is one nutball who totally
does the mutant-creature
thing ... Dr. Animo.
Dr. Animo?
Yeah. Guy's been
after me since I was little.
Freaky frogs, mutant bats,
prairie dogs ... you name it.
I'm not familiar with
this nutball of which you speak,
but a Dr. Animo is currently in a
holding cell at Plumber headquarters.
I'm telling you,
Rook, it's got to be Animo.
That is what you're telling me.
They say Tyrak the
tyrant managed to stage
a military coup without
ever leaving his prison cell.
See? There you go. That's
what Animo must be doing.
He had plasma cannons
and an army of several million.
Well, Animo can use, like,
a million, billion animals.
Ever since I was years old...
Curse you, Ben Tennyson!
Curse you and your meddling ways!
You haven't seen the
last of me, Ben Tennyson!
I'll get you if it's the
last thing I do, Ben Tennyson!
Did he actually say those things?
Totally.
Maybe.
Close enough.
I don't always listen.
He sounds like
a harmless eccentric.
Harmless?
What did I tell you, Rook?
The crazy is right here in front of us.
Conversely, the
prisoner himself is not.
See? I told you he
was the one attacking me.
The force field
hasn't been tampered with.
Then there has to be a vent
or an access panel or something.
There always is in these places.
Why is that, anyway?
Do they want prisoners
to be able to escape?
The vents are all sealed
with monomolecular grids.
What are all these ants doing here?
Ants are quite common on Earth.
There are well over , species.
But what are these ants
doing here?
Still think Animo's not
the guy attacking me?
I concede he
is a viable candidate.
And... we're in the sewer.
Of course we are.
These sanitation ducts
run under the whole city.
- The escaped prisoner could be anywhere.
- Maybe not just anywhere.
Fire-breathing giant ant ...
classic Dr. Animo.
He sounds like a very strange man.
Time to fight fire
with Swampfire!
Echo Echo.
Why am I not surprised?
Hey, bug eyes ...
over here.
And you didn't even
have to ask for my help.
Point taken.
Hey! Watch it!
Pick a me ...
any me.
Echo Echo!
Echo Echo!!
Echo Echo!!!
Echo Echo!!!!
Echo Echo!!!!!
Ingenious.
The sound must have atomized the
pyrophoric chemicals in its body.
Uh... yeah.
'Cause Echo Echo
is the sound of...
vic... to... ry?
I really should have seen that coming.
Don't suppose you have
a freeze ray on that thing?
No.
- Fire extinguisher?
- That would be a useful feature.
Was it something I said?
'Cause I'll say it again!
- They gave up too easily.
- Yeah. Come on.
Ants carrying machinery?
Very odd, no matter their size.
But they're big
enough to carry us, too.
I'm not sure
I want to know this, but,
um, why do you know
so much about ants?
When I learned I was
coming to Earth, I read
a fascinating guide book
by Myrzel of Valdus Prime.
He explained that ants are the
dominant life-form on your planet.
Why on Earth
would he think that?
Well, ants do outnumber
humans here nearly , to
and are found on every continent...
except "Ant"arctica, ironically.
Now, where is this evil
mastermind Dr. Animo?
Oh, I don't know.
How about over there,
inside that skyscraper-sized anthill?!
Ah. Of course.
I don't see a doorbell.
Guess we'll just have
to invie ourselves in.
One moment, Ben.
Hey!
What's with the mudpack?!
Not mud ...
pheromones.
Ants instinctively attack any intruder.
With these secretions on us, we'll
smell like members of the colony.
This had better work.
'Cause if you just smeared me
with ant goo for nothing,
we're gonna have a problem, man.
- Proud of yourself?
- I did not say a word.
Yes, my pets.
Build, construct, grow!
- Dr. Animo!
- Ben Tennyson!
What's the deal with sending
creepy mutant aliens to k*ll me?
Dude!
Mutant aliens? I don't
know what you're talking about.
Don't play dumb!
I'm not playing.
Honestly, I hadn't planned on
k*lling you until Phase II,
but here you are.
First, however, you will
witness my greatest triumph.
Did you know that there are
roughly a quadrillion ants on
Earth, with species native to
every continent but Ant-arctica?
Actually, yes. I did.
The device before
you generates a mutagenic pulse.
It will turn every single
ant on the planet into a giant mutant ...
with me, Dr. Animo, as their king.
The world will be my ant farm!
- This is not your guy.
- You got that right.
Flush him out.
Look, Dr. Animo, I'll be
the first to admit that an army
of giant ants is kinda
cool, but come on.
You know we can't let
you get away with it.
My partner and I are gonna ...
That is a Kormite power core.
- Rook!
- Uh, keep chatting. I got this.
Okay. Just me is
gonna smash this picnic.
Do your worst, Ben
Tennyson. Nothing can stop me!
Okay, one more time.
Come on, Swampfire!
Let me tell you something,
new Omnitrix that
keeps turning me into
the wrong thing ...
you keep turning me
into the wrong thing!
Ben! Animo?
Right.
Come, my ant
army! Destroy Ben Tennyson!
You may be
strong, but in sufficient
numbers, ants can bring down any prey.
Cosmic drop!
Incursean ambassador!
Serious butt-kicking!
In a few minutes,
you'll be nothing but bones.
Oh, yeah?
Dr. Animo, you terror of mutant...
uh, mutants...
Rath is gonna ...
Ow! Now you're
asking for it, giant ants.
Rath will squash you
like a bug. A giant bug.
Many giant bugs!
Huh?
Ben! I've recovered
the Kormite power core!
Let me tell something,
new alien partner that I never
wanted in the first place but
I'm begrudgingly beginning to
like in spite of myself,
Rath is gonna ...
Whoa!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoa! New alien!
Cool!
I wonder what I can do.
It doesn't
matter what you do.
For now, you face the
fury of... the ant king!
Ant king? You might want
to work on that name.
As for my name, how about...
Crashhopper?
Had enough, Animo?
'Cause I'm having a blast!
Ben!
If you have a moment?
I can set this power core to detonate.
- Great plan!
- It will destroy the
anthill, the ants, us, and
several populated areas.
Bad plan!
What if I adjust the power-core
frequency to atomize just the ants?
Better plan!
Oh, curse you, Ben Tennyson!
Curse you and your meddling ways!
See?
Told you he talks like that.
Mutant dogs, too?
One theme at a time, Animo!
What?
That's not one of mine.
Ohhhhhhh!
But it soon will be!
You must obey me.
Destroy Ben Tennyson!
Uh-oh.
Ahh.
Almost done.
Rook?
Help me.
Gladly, partner. Hold still.
Thanks.
Hmm.
This thing is definitely an invader.
The ants ought to attack it.
If I let nature take its course.
Ow!
Now, Rook!
Aloysius James Animo.
He middle-named you.
You are so busted.
No.
No. No, old friend.
You did your job.
Tennyson was lucky.
Next time, there won't be a
petty mutation freak
between me and my quarry.
This is not your usual jubilant
post-butt-kicking attitude... dude.
- Animo's not the guy.
- True.
And that... whatever it
is that keeps jumping me, did
you see how it turned into the exact
perfect predator to fight my new alien?
It's like a Ben-eating monster.
I'll admit ...
I thought you were being
paranoid before, but now...
someone is definitely out to get you ...
someone very dangerous.
But at least we stopped
the nefarious Dr. Animo.
He won't be causing trouble
for a long, long time.
You haven't seen
the last of me, Ben Tennyson.