Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

Ben: The Olde Belwood Days
festival is the first personal

appearance I've done in months.

I can't find my name on here anywhere.

Rook: Ben, I know you are
famous through much of the universe,

but it does not seem right for a
Plumber to seek personal celebrity.

Ben: Rook, Plumber.
Ben, heroic dude.

If people want to shower me with

attention, who am I
to stand in their way?

Ben Tennyson.

Natalie Alvarez, deputy
director, Belwood parks and

recreation, and the event
organizer for this little shindig.

We spoke on the phone.

I'm glad you and your sidekick
could join us here today.

- Rook: Sidekick?
- I wanted to get

Kangaroo commando for
this year's festival.

But the kids were all
"Ben , Ben ," don't you know?

Ben: Oh, man. Kangaroo
commando would've been sweet!

Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine.

We're on a tight schedule,
so if you'll just follow me...

- That, of course, is the bell.
- Rook: The bell?

The world's largest wooden
sleigh bell to commemorate

the laplanders who
founded Belwood in .

Hand-carved from solid walnut,
it weighs over , pounds.

- Rook: Bell. Wood.
- Ben: So, Ms. Alvarez, I know

it's probably just some huge
typo or something, but I can't

seem to find my name on here.

- Hmm? Oh, yes.
- Ben: I mean, it's kind of

weird, since I'm the
guest of honor and all.

There's got to be some
kind of mistake, lady.

I'm Ben Tennyson, superhero.

Saved the world, like, a billion times.

And the kids want a chance to dunk you.

All proceeds go to charity.
Thanks again.

Ben: This is ridiculous.
I'm out of here.

[ bell dings ]
Whoa!

[ coughing ]

Rook: It is for charity.

♪ 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 ♪

[ both laugh ]

Do Big Chil... no, wait no.

Brainstorm!

Oh, sure. Now the Omnitrix
gives me what I want.

Out of my way, dweebs.

[ bell dings ]

[ cheers ]

Stinkfly!

[ bell dings ]

Wildmutt!

[ growls ]

Spidermonkey!

[ screams ]

Humungousaur!

[ splash ]

[ audience groans ]

I bet you're not even the
real Humungousaur.

You're probably just some
loser in a cheap costume.

Humungousaur: Dude,
you just saw me transform.

Lame. I'm out of here.

Ben: Rook, where've you been?
I'm getting k*lled here.

Rook: I was purchasing more tickets.

- Ben: Seriously not cool, man.
- Rook: It is for a good cause.

Ben: You already paid for the tickets.

The charity still gets the money
even if you don't dunk me.

Rook: But where is the fun in that?

[ expl*si*n, screams ]

[ growls ]

The bell!
Save the bell!

Rook: I think I got its attention.

Ben: Aw, man. I thought we
sent this puppy to the pound.

You go find the huntsman.

He's got to be around here
somewhere, controlling it.

I'll teach this old dog some new tricks.

Rook: This is no time to be
teaching tricks to a...

I'm just going to assume from
now on that everything you ever

say is just some weird expression.

Ben: Hey, ugly. Over here.

The bell!
[ gasps ]

Giant bell!

- Look out!
- Run!

[ screams ]

Ben: Oh, come on.
I have to save that kid?

It would be so fitting if you
gave me Humungousaur.

Heatblast?

Whoa!

[ groans ]

Aw, man, that was a close ...

Can't really fight fire with
fire in this case.

[ distant roaring ]

Khyber: You should've learned by now,

no one gets the drop
on Khyber the Huntsman.

Rook: There's a first time
for everything.

Khyber: This is between me and Tennyson.

Rook: When you let your pet
run rampant, threatening

innocent civilians,
I make it my concern.

Khyber: Hmm.
[ screams ]

[ shrieks ] The bell!
Save the bell!

Heatblast: Yeah,
kind of busy right now.

Ben: [ grunts ]

Armodrillo: Now to really
shake things up.

Slamworm?

Rook, you've got to find Khyber.

And make him stop whistling
commands at the dog.

Khyber: Your partner's having
a little problem, is he?

Rook: Khyber is not whistling.

Armodrillo: He has to be. His
creature is changing as fast as I ...

- Save the bell!
- Armodrillo: Lady, if it's

okay with you, how about
I save the people from the bell.

[ screeching ]

[ screeching ]

Armodrillo: Hey, no snacking
on the superhero.

Whoa!

[ screaming ]

This thing can instantly match
me, alien-for-alien now.

But what about an alien
you've never seen before?

[ screeching ]

[ whirring ]

Big Chill: Huh?
Oh.

Never thought I'd see
one of you guys again.

Ben: Whoa, the holographic
presidents' heads look totally real.

Gwen: Yeah, you can hardly

tell that some doofus
wrecked the real ones.

Ben: Wasn't my fault.

The Forever King stole the
sub-energy and ...

Gwen: And you turned into Upchuck
and belched away half a mountain.

Not to mention a national
monument. Good job, hero.

Ben: Is that what happened?
I thought you looked at it.

Max: That's enough, you two.

Mount Rushmore is a working
Plumber base now.

So I want you both to
be on your best behavior.

Gwen: You still haven't told us
what we're doing here, Grandpa.

What's the big surprise?

Max: If I told you, it
wouldn't be a surprise.

[ beeping ]

Ben: Whoa.

So you're back in the Plumbing
business, huh, Grandpa?

Max: No way.
I'm strictly retired.

M-Magister Tennyson, sir.
It's an honor.

- Max: As you were, Plumber.
- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

- Ben: Magister? What's that?
- Max: This way.

[ beeps ]

[ whirring ]

There it is, kids.
A real, live Psycholeopteran.

The Plumbers confiscated this one
from some interstellar smugglers.

It's being kept here until it

can be moved off-world
to a wildlife preserve.

[ growls ]

[ whirring ]

- Ben: Gross.
- Max: Take a good look.

They're almost extinct. This might
be your last chance to see one.

Gwen: I don't get it.

Why would anybody smuggle
some big, ugly bug?

- And what do I need thee glasses for?
- Ben: To hide your ugly face.

- Gwen: Pbht.
- Ben: Pbht.

Max: Psycholeopterans hunt by
hypnotizing their prey.

Those patterns on their wings directly

stimulate the reward
centers of the brain.

Gwen: Reward centers?

So whatever you want most,
that's what you see?

- Max: Smart girl.
- Ben: So cool.

[ shrieks ]

- Max: Ben.
- Ben: Whoa!

Max: And that's why people
smuggle them.

- Staring at them is addictive.
- Gwen: If they don't bite your face off.

Ben: That... was... awesome!

I was the most famous
superhero in the universe.

There were people cheering
wherever I went.

Gwen: That's what you want most?
[ laughs ] Lame.

Ben: And you had to clean my room.

Gwen: [ scoffs ]
Keep dreaming.

Max: Strange that it would go
after you, Ben.

Psycholeopterans usually hunt creatures

that can phase through solid matter.

Ben: You mean Ectonurites,
like Ghostfreak?

Max: Close.
They're called Necrofriggians.

Red alert!
Security breach at main entrance.

Red alert.
Security breach at main entrance.

Max: You kids stay here while
I check this out.

[ alarm sounding ]

Ben: No way.
Red alert means hero time.

Awesome!
What do you think it is?

Giant robot?
Monster-tentacle thing?

Gwen: Big trouble if Grandpa
Max catches us.

[ both gasp ]


Ben: Malware.
What's he doing here?

- What?
- Huh?

Malware: Mine.

[ laughs ]

[ all gasp ]

Gwen: Don't.
Grandpa Max said ...

Ben: Let Malware destroy the
whole base and everyone in it?

I don't think so.
It's hero time.

Max: Ben, no!

Gwen: Forcis nebuli!

Malware: Ben Tennyson,
the bane of very existence.

I should've known you'd be here.

Xlr : What can I say?
I get around.

Max: That's it, Ben.
Keep him busy.

Xlr : Is that the best you can do?

Wow, dude, you really are defective.

Ben: [ gasps ]

Malware: I am superior.

- Max: Ben, are you okay?
- Ben: Okay?

I am awesome!
Whoo-hoo!

Another victory for team Tennyson.

Max: The tachyon cannon is a
w*apon of last resort.

It keys into the target's
biosignature, then disrupts

every individual
cell with matching DNA.

It took Malware apart
on a subcellular level.

[ laughs ]

You'd like to think that,
wouldn't you?

Too slow, old man.
It's mine now.

What a shame your w*apon

couldn't properly disrupt my
mutated genetic code.

I wonder what effect it will
have on human DNA.

Let's find out, shall we?

[ laughs maniacally ]

[ laughs ]

Max: Don't do this, Malware.
Human DNA has less than % variation.

You could wipe out every human
within miles, maybe more.

Malware: A bonus.

Feedback: Now how'd you like
a little feedback?

[ screeches ]

[ powering down ]

You insolent brat!

Feedback: You...
also something bad.

But what's this? Tennyson
once again gets the upper hand.

He goes in for the winning move.

[ laughs ]

I'd like nothing better than to
drain you to an empty shell.

But I've gotten what I came for.
You've already lost,

Ben Tennyson, and you
don't even know it.

[ laughs ]

Ben: Aw, I was all ready to
blast him into atoms.

Gwen: He said he got what he
came for. That big alien g*n?

Max: There are easier
ways to get a tachyon cannon.

It had to be something
he could only get here.

Gwen: Phew.
It's still here.

Max: But Malware or someone who
works for him was here, too. Look.

[ snarls ]

Ben: Why would someone sneak

in to grab the galaxy's rarest
creature but then just leave it?

Gwen: He didn't.
He said he had what he came for.

Max: But what?

Big Chill: Khyber and
his buddies have been

collecting alien predator
DNA for the last five years.

[ snarls ]

Big Chill: But if this is
about taking me out, how come

Khyber isn't here for his big moment?

He wouldn't let his
dog hog all the glory.

Splat like a bug on a windshield.

Duh. Of course it can
go intangible, too.

It's my... natural...
predator.

[ whirring ]

All: Ben! Ben!

Ben! Ben!
We love you, Ben!

Ben: Yeah! Thank you.
I love you all, too.

But not as much as you love me.

Big Chill: No. This isn't
what it's about. I'm a hero.

Ben: Being a hero isn't about fame.

It's about putting other people
before yourself or what you want.

It's about doing the right thing
just because it's

the right thing to do.
It's about making a difference.

[ beeping ]

Whoa!

[ grunts ]

Dude, are you ever gonna fight
or just keep wasting my time?

Or maybe you are
just wasting my time...

[ sharp impact ]

[ grunting ]

Rook, I think this is all just
a diversion to keep us busy.

He's after something else here.

Khyber: [ laughs ] Smart boy.
And with that, we're done.

Oh, you've got bigger
fish to fry, my friend.

You might start at your
quaint little Plumber craft.

Rook: Why would you tell me
what you are after?

Khyber: I have my reasons.

[ whistles ]

Rook: Ben! It is my truck!

[ beeping ]

Ben: No.

You can't be here.
It's not possible.

Malware: Come now, Ben Tennyson.

You didn't think a child could
get rid of me that easily, did you?

Ben: Stay away from me.
I'm warning you.

Malware: You're warning me?
[ laughs ]

No, I'm warning you.
Do not try to follow me.

You know what I'm capable of.

Rook: Ben!

Ben: Check inside.
He took something.

I'm going to stop Malware...
once and for all.

[ tires screech ]

Malware: I told you to stay put.

Humungousaur: I was never
very good at following orders.

Malware: Your choice, hero.
Me or the little ones down there?

Humungousaur: Coward.

[ all gasp ]

[ tires screech ]

[ tires screech ]

You kids okay?

[ cheers ]

- Ben: What did he take?
- Rook: Difficult to determine.

He did not take any
weapons or equipment.

But a section of the main memory
core was destroyed, along with

some of the auxiliary power systems.

Ben: You're lucky he didn't
turn your whole truck into dust.

Rook: Who is this Malware?
I would check his Plumber file, but...

Ben: Short answer ...
he's a Galvanic mechamorph

and a total psychopath.
Long answer ...

He, um, I was being kind of a jerk to

you before, but you
saved my life anyways.

I, um, I just want to say, you know...

thanks and stuff.

Ben: Don't mention it.
It's what I do.

Mr. Tennyson, I can't thank you
enough for what you've done here today.

I guess I made the
right choice after all.

Ben: Me too.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have

to give the people what they want.

All right, folks, who wants to try
and dunk Four Arms? Step right up.

Anybody?
Anyone at all?

[ splash ]