03x01 - Showdown, Part 1
Posted: 05/24/22 06:11
Welcome, children, to the
Galvan museum Hall of predators.
Despite our diminutive size,
we Galvans have used our innate
intellect to outwit and defeat every
existing predator in the galaxy.
Except one.
Behold Omnivoracious.
Children: Ooh! Ahh!
These fossilized bones are
all that remain of what was
once the swiftest, fiercest,
most cunning and determined
predator in the known universe.
Indeed, the Galvan race might
never have survived, but for
a freak asteroid collision...
...and a fluke of extreme
climate change that wiped out
Omnivoracious millions of years ago.
Now if you'll follow me into
the Azmuth pavilion of
astounding Galvan brilliance.
Dr. Psychobos: "Astounding
Galvan brilliance"?
More like
persistently pervasive dumb luck.
But then again, I have always
asserted that the Galvans are
far more lucky than s-smart.
Khyber: That luck
is about to run out.
You there!
Step away from the fossils!
Aah!
Malware: Soon the
entire Galvan race will wish
they had perished along
with their former predators.
♪ 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 ♪
Ben: Ehh!
This patrol is a real yawn fest.
Rook: There are
festivals for yawning?
Ben: It means "I'm bored."
[ horn honks ]
Rook: Would you please stop that?
Ben: Can't help it.
When I'm bored, I fiddle.
Rook: It is a wonder you have
not destroyed the Omnitrix
with your "fiddling".
[ tires screech ]
[ thud! ]
Ben: Actually, I have.
More than once.
Rook: Perhaps we could pass
the time more constructively
with conversation.
We have been partners for
a while now, yet we barely know
the first thing about one another.
Ben: What do you want to know?
Favorite color?
Favorite food?
Hobbies?
Rook: Green, chili fries, collecting
something called "sumo slammers."
All obvious within
minutes of meeting you.
Ben: Right.
You want more personal stuff.
Worst fear, first crush,
distinctive body marks.
Rook: Peacocks,
Patty Berkenfeld ... rd grade,
scar on your lower back in the shape
of something called "New Jersey."
Ben: What?
- Rook: I read your file.
Ben: Those Plumber background
checks are thorough.
As in T.M.I. thorough.
Rook: I did notice one O-mission
in your files that piqued my curiosity.
Ben: Ask me anything.
I'm an open book.
Rook: Tell me about "Feedback."
- Ben: That book's closed.
Rook: By all indications,
Feedback was your most utilized
alien form for a long stretch
of time in your early career.
Then suddenly and without
explanation, your use abruptly
ceased for good.
Curious, no?
Ben: No. And I don't
want to talk about it.
And I didn't use him that much.
[ engine accelerating ]
[ siren wails ]
Ben: [ gasps ]
Max: We could really use Xlr
for this one, Ben.
Ben: Way ahead of you,
grandpa. It's hero time!
Gwen: How are you supposed
to catch a turbocharged
getaway car with a living
extension cord, doofus?
Feedback: Doesn't matter how.
As long as I look good doing it.
[ tires screech ]
Ben: It's hero time!
Gwen: Feedback absorbs
electricity, doofus.
Heatblast absorbs fire. Why do
you like Feedback so much anyway?
Feedback: Um, because he's
awesome and cool?
But you wouldn't know anything
about that, obviously, dweeb.
Gwen: Pbht!
Rook: I would very much like to
see this Feedback form of yours, Ben.
Why will you not show him to me?
Need I remind you that
partnership is based upon mutual
trust, and keeping secrets
is detrimental to that trust.
Ben: Stop the car!
[ tires screech ]
[ truck beeping ]
Trust me.
[ beep ]
Come on, Waterhazard.
Heatblast: You know,
Omnitrix, Heatblast is as
not-waterhazard as possible.
Just sayin'.
You there!
Stop it!
Ben Tennyson?
Noooo!
[ tires screech ]
Heatblast: Wait!
I was trying to put a fire out!
Ugh!
Go away!
Leave Pakmar alone!
Or Pakmar call Plumbers on you!
Heatblast: It's me!
Ben Tennyson!
Pakmar knows Ben Tennyson!
[ spits ]
You ruin Pakmar's new
business venture. Again!
[ tires screeching ]
Rook: Attention, citizen!
Pull over your flaming vehicle,
or I will be forced to disable it!
[ engine accelerates ]
[ tires screech ]
No!
Not flaming vehicle!
Barbecue!
Can't you read?
Heatblast: Uh, Rook?
Bad idea on all fronts!
[ splash ]
[ gasps ] Bah!
[ coughs ]
What'd you do that for?!
Rook: I put out the fire, did I not?
Heatblast: Yeah, you also put
out my fire!
And the little guy's still
trapped in his truck!
Aah!
[ water gurgling ]
Uh!
[ coughs ]
Ugh!
Let go!
Pakmar doesn't need your help!
[ clank ]
Oh!
Ben: Now here's a guy with
trust issues.
I know you're a busy Galvan,
first thinker Azmuth.
But given the evidence that
"he" was here...
Much as I hate to say it,
you were right to disturb me.
Malware may yet be in the vicinity.
Alert the guards and have them
conduct a thorough search.
[ scanner beeping ]
Curious.
[ alarm sounds ]
Malware.
Dr. Psychobos: Wrong! You
Galvans think you know everything.
But I, Dr. Psychobos,
am aboutto p-prove
the undisputed superiority of
the Cerebrocrustacean intellect.
[ growling ]
Dr. Psychobos: Note the
Mongrel's collar, Azmuth.
Does it look at all familiar?
How many centuries did it take
you to perfect your greatest
invention, the Omnitrix?
It took m-me weeks to improve
upon that perfection, and
I use that term loosely.
Eh. Not bad.
For a cheap knockoff.
Dr. Psychobos: You Galvans
have always boasted that you've
managed to outlive all your
natural p-predators.
Let's put that theory
to a test, shall we?
Khyber: [ whistles ]
[ squawking ]
[ squawking continues ]
Psychobos!
Stop this nonsense!
Dr. Psychobos:
That's Doctor Psychobos.
And you concede the superiority
of the Cerebrocrustacean intellect?
I concede that I
don't care, Psychobos.
I concede that proving
which species is smarter
is a colossal waste of
time, energy, and resources.
[ beeps ]
Dr. Psychobos: You don't
think I took precautions
to prevent you from using that
device to teleport out of here?
[ beeps ]
Did you think to prevent me
from teleporting anyone in?
Ugh!
Put Pakmar's truck down!
Before you do any more damage!
How could we possibly
do any more damage?
[ whoosh! ]
Ughhh!
[ whoosh! ]
Dr. Psychobos: Just
like a Galvan to cheat!
Khyber: Perhaps
you have been cheated.
But I have just been handed an
incredible stroke of good fortune.
My ultimate prey, Ben Tennyson,
is now trapped in this arena.
Dr. Psychobos: You will keep
your focus on Azmuth!
Khyber: I am perfectly
capable of, as the earthlings say,
k*lling two birds with one stone.
[ whistles ]
[ squawking ]
[ roars ]
Azmuth?
- I'll explain everything later.
You always say
that, but you never do.
Ugh!
Rook: You are Azmuth.
I cannot believe I am in the
presence of the greatest
mind in the universe.
Dr. Psychobos: No, he is not!
And I am about to prove it.
That is, if a certain partner,
and I use the term loosely,
would learn to cooperate.
[ growls ]
[ beep ]
Ballweevil: Eat exploding
gummy-ball thing!
[ growls ]
Ballweevil: Probably should
have seen that coming.
Guys?
A little help! Oh!
Ben: Make that a lot of help!
Rook: Oh. Right.
I must stop the hunter who controls
the Nemetrix with his whistling.
Oh, is that all?
Cover me.
I have a plan.
- Rook: What about Ben?
Eh. The kid can handle himself.
Mind if I borrow this?
Ben: [ grunts ]
Oh, give me someone
useful for a change!
[ beep ]
Khyber: No shortage of
predators to match my prey.
Rook: Perhaps we should intervene?
- Relax.
Rook: I really think
we ought to help Ben.
Seriously?
You're going to argue with
the greatest mind in three,
possibly five galaxies?
Dr. Psychobos: Big deal!
I am the greatest mind in
the entire universe!
[ growls ]
[ blows whistle ]
[ growls ]
Khyber: He cheated.
[ whistles ]
[ growls ]
You two keep the Mutt busy.
I have a plan.
Rook: [ blows whistle ]
[ growls ]
Khyber: [ whistles ]
Rook: [ blows whistle ]
Dr. Psychobos: Khyber!
Stop these foolish games
and c-concentrate on Azmuth!
Khyber: [ growls ]
Never... do... that... again!
[ whimpers ]
Dr. Psychobos: You dare defy
the greatest mind in the universe?
Then I will force you to cooperate!
[ whimpers ]
[ squawks ]
Rook: Azmuth!
Don't just stand there!
Throw me the whistle!
[ blows whistle ]
Gentlemen, meet Vicetopus.
The natural predator of all
Cerebrocrustaceans.
[ blows whistle ]
As smart as you claim to be, Psychobos,
I'm sure you knew that already.
But do you know how to defeat him?
Khyber: Huh?
- Dr. Psychobos: Ugh!
Khyber! Help me!
Whistle and call it off!
Khyber: I'm sure the greatest
intellect in the universe
can outwit his mindless
natural predator.
Who's a good predator?
You are. Yes, you are.
Rook: So Dr. Psychobos
is teamed up with Khyber.
Ben: Not anymore. Looks
like your partner ditched you.
Dr. Psychobos: I knew we
never should have t-trusted him.
Ben: What do you mean "we"?
Dr. Psychobos: Even with your
human brain's limited
c-capacity, surely you could
piece it together that Khyber
and I have been in league with...
Ben: Malware.
- I can't imagine how the three
of you managed to get past
the Galvan planetary defenses.
Rook: When last we
encountered Malware, he said
that you had already lost
without even knowing it.
I am part of Plumber special forces.
All of our ships have
Galvan security codes.
He must have downloaded them from
my onboard computer memory core.
Ben: Where is Malware now?
Dr. Psychobos: And I should tell you why?
[ blows whistle ]
[ shell cracks ]
Dr. Psychobos: Ugh!
All right.
That's enough, boy.
[ blows whistle ]
Ben: We need to find Malware.
- Slow down, Ben.
You don't want a repeat of
what happened to Feedback.
Rook: And what exactly
happened to Feedback?
You never told your partner?
Ben: [ sighs ]
Feedback was my go-to alien.
I don't know why I
liked being him so much.
He just felt different.
Better.
Like he was part of me.
[ dogs barking in distance ]
[ electricity zapping ]
Feedback: Pull!
Ben: Man.
[ birds chirping ]
Azmuth?
What are you doing here?
Max: We need to talk to you
about Feedback.
It's not healthy to grow too
dependent on any one alien form.
If you keep overusing the
Conductoid DNA, it will have
a detrimental effect on your
ability to control other forms.
Ben: What?
So don't use Feedback anymore?
Forget that!
Gwen: Ben, wait!
Ben: You made them say that,
didn't you, Gwen?
'Cause you're so jealous you
can't turn into aliens like me.
Gwen: You honestly think Azmuth
would listen to me or anyone else?
You did this to yourself, Ben.
Ben: I'm the one
wearing the Omnitrix.
I can turn into whichever alien
I want. And no one can stop me!
Malware: I beg to differ.
I am here for Azmuth.
Ben: You picked the wrong
hero to mess with again.
Gwen: So you pick the right hero, Ben!
Remember, the only time you
ever beat him was as Diamondhead!
[ grunts ]
[ beep ]
Feedback: Yeah!
Gwen: This is no time to try
to make a point!
Feedback: Relax, Gwen. See?
What goes around comes around!
Malware: Excellent suggestion.
Gwen: Come on, Ben!
Turn into Diamondhead!
Quick!
Before Malware ...
Malware: Destroys the Omnitrix?
[ beeping shrilly ]
My, my. Isn't this a
surprising turn of events?
If I am not mistaken,
this seems to be your
favorite alien, Ben Tennyson.
Correct?
Not anymore.
Ben: No!!
Malware: Though I am here for
Azmuth, I wish to destroy him
with his most precious creation.
The Omnitrix. Now.
[ beeping ]
Ben: You want it so bad?
Here!
Ughhhh!
Malware: Aah!
Yes. Yes!
The power of the Omnitrix flows
through me.
It is me.
No! It's overloading me!
Stop!!
Max: Ben! Don't!
Ben: Ughhh!
Though we thought Malware was
destroyed, as a fail-safe, the
Omnitrix would never accept DNA
from the Conductoid species again.
Ben: That's what happened to Feedback.
And it was all my fault.
Happy now?
Rook: I am sorry, Ben.
I did not realize.
Ben: Just forget it, all right?
I wish I could.
[ all coughing ]
[ whirring ]
Ben: Malware?
[ growls ]
Rook: Khyber.
And he took the Nemetrix.
Dr. Psychobos: Remove your inferior
Amphibian digits from my p-person!
This is no way to treat your
intellectual superior!
Get in, dummy!
Dr. Psychobos: Ugh!
[ beep ]
[ snarling ]
Ben: What do we do now?
Khyber and Malware are still out there.
We may yet convince the Mutt
to sniff out his old master.
Dr. Psychobos: Enjoy your delusions
of superiority while they last, Azmuth.
Your entire species, and I use
that term loosely,
is about to become extinct!
To be continued...
Galvan museum Hall of predators.
Despite our diminutive size,
we Galvans have used our innate
intellect to outwit and defeat every
existing predator in the galaxy.
Except one.
Behold Omnivoracious.
Children: Ooh! Ahh!
These fossilized bones are
all that remain of what was
once the swiftest, fiercest,
most cunning and determined
predator in the known universe.
Indeed, the Galvan race might
never have survived, but for
a freak asteroid collision...
...and a fluke of extreme
climate change that wiped out
Omnivoracious millions of years ago.
Now if you'll follow me into
the Azmuth pavilion of
astounding Galvan brilliance.
Dr. Psychobos: "Astounding
Galvan brilliance"?
More like
persistently pervasive dumb luck.
But then again, I have always
asserted that the Galvans are
far more lucky than s-smart.
Khyber: That luck
is about to run out.
You there!
Step away from the fossils!
Aah!
Malware: Soon the
entire Galvan race will wish
they had perished along
with their former predators.
♪ 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 ♪
Ben: Ehh!
This patrol is a real yawn fest.
Rook: There are
festivals for yawning?
Ben: It means "I'm bored."
[ horn honks ]
Rook: Would you please stop that?
Ben: Can't help it.
When I'm bored, I fiddle.
Rook: It is a wonder you have
not destroyed the Omnitrix
with your "fiddling".
[ tires screech ]
[ thud! ]
Ben: Actually, I have.
More than once.
Rook: Perhaps we could pass
the time more constructively
with conversation.
We have been partners for
a while now, yet we barely know
the first thing about one another.
Ben: What do you want to know?
Favorite color?
Favorite food?
Hobbies?
Rook: Green, chili fries, collecting
something called "sumo slammers."
All obvious within
minutes of meeting you.
Ben: Right.
You want more personal stuff.
Worst fear, first crush,
distinctive body marks.
Rook: Peacocks,
Patty Berkenfeld ... rd grade,
scar on your lower back in the shape
of something called "New Jersey."
Ben: What?
- Rook: I read your file.
Ben: Those Plumber background
checks are thorough.
As in T.M.I. thorough.
Rook: I did notice one O-mission
in your files that piqued my curiosity.
Ben: Ask me anything.
I'm an open book.
Rook: Tell me about "Feedback."
- Ben: That book's closed.
Rook: By all indications,
Feedback was your most utilized
alien form for a long stretch
of time in your early career.
Then suddenly and without
explanation, your use abruptly
ceased for good.
Curious, no?
Ben: No. And I don't
want to talk about it.
And I didn't use him that much.
[ engine accelerating ]
[ siren wails ]
Ben: [ gasps ]
Max: We could really use Xlr
for this one, Ben.
Ben: Way ahead of you,
grandpa. It's hero time!
Gwen: How are you supposed
to catch a turbocharged
getaway car with a living
extension cord, doofus?
Feedback: Doesn't matter how.
As long as I look good doing it.
[ tires screech ]
Ben: It's hero time!
Gwen: Feedback absorbs
electricity, doofus.
Heatblast absorbs fire. Why do
you like Feedback so much anyway?
Feedback: Um, because he's
awesome and cool?
But you wouldn't know anything
about that, obviously, dweeb.
Gwen: Pbht!
Rook: I would very much like to
see this Feedback form of yours, Ben.
Why will you not show him to me?
Need I remind you that
partnership is based upon mutual
trust, and keeping secrets
is detrimental to that trust.
Ben: Stop the car!
[ tires screech ]
[ truck beeping ]
Trust me.
[ beep ]
Come on, Waterhazard.
Heatblast: You know,
Omnitrix, Heatblast is as
not-waterhazard as possible.
Just sayin'.
You there!
Stop it!
Ben Tennyson?
Noooo!
[ tires screech ]
Heatblast: Wait!
I was trying to put a fire out!
Ugh!
Go away!
Leave Pakmar alone!
Or Pakmar call Plumbers on you!
Heatblast: It's me!
Ben Tennyson!
Pakmar knows Ben Tennyson!
[ spits ]
You ruin Pakmar's new
business venture. Again!
[ tires screeching ]
Rook: Attention, citizen!
Pull over your flaming vehicle,
or I will be forced to disable it!
[ engine accelerates ]
[ tires screech ]
No!
Not flaming vehicle!
Barbecue!
Can't you read?
Heatblast: Uh, Rook?
Bad idea on all fronts!
[ splash ]
[ gasps ] Bah!
[ coughs ]
What'd you do that for?!
Rook: I put out the fire, did I not?
Heatblast: Yeah, you also put
out my fire!
And the little guy's still
trapped in his truck!
Aah!
[ water gurgling ]
Uh!
[ coughs ]
Ugh!
Let go!
Pakmar doesn't need your help!
[ clank ]
Oh!
Ben: Now here's a guy with
trust issues.
I know you're a busy Galvan,
first thinker Azmuth.
But given the evidence that
"he" was here...
Much as I hate to say it,
you were right to disturb me.
Malware may yet be in the vicinity.
Alert the guards and have them
conduct a thorough search.
[ scanner beeping ]
Curious.
[ alarm sounds ]
Malware.
Dr. Psychobos: Wrong! You
Galvans think you know everything.
But I, Dr. Psychobos,
am aboutto p-prove
the undisputed superiority of
the Cerebrocrustacean intellect.
[ growling ]
Dr. Psychobos: Note the
Mongrel's collar, Azmuth.
Does it look at all familiar?
How many centuries did it take
you to perfect your greatest
invention, the Omnitrix?
It took m-me weeks to improve
upon that perfection, and
I use that term loosely.
Eh. Not bad.
For a cheap knockoff.
Dr. Psychobos: You Galvans
have always boasted that you've
managed to outlive all your
natural p-predators.
Let's put that theory
to a test, shall we?
Khyber: [ whistles ]
[ squawking ]
[ squawking continues ]
Psychobos!
Stop this nonsense!
Dr. Psychobos:
That's Doctor Psychobos.
And you concede the superiority
of the Cerebrocrustacean intellect?
I concede that I
don't care, Psychobos.
I concede that proving
which species is smarter
is a colossal waste of
time, energy, and resources.
[ beeps ]
Dr. Psychobos: You don't
think I took precautions
to prevent you from using that
device to teleport out of here?
[ beeps ]
Did you think to prevent me
from teleporting anyone in?
Ugh!
Put Pakmar's truck down!
Before you do any more damage!
How could we possibly
do any more damage?
[ whoosh! ]
Ughhh!
[ whoosh! ]
Dr. Psychobos: Just
like a Galvan to cheat!
Khyber: Perhaps
you have been cheated.
But I have just been handed an
incredible stroke of good fortune.
My ultimate prey, Ben Tennyson,
is now trapped in this arena.
Dr. Psychobos: You will keep
your focus on Azmuth!
Khyber: I am perfectly
capable of, as the earthlings say,
k*lling two birds with one stone.
[ whistles ]
[ squawking ]
[ roars ]
Azmuth?
- I'll explain everything later.
You always say
that, but you never do.
Ugh!
Rook: You are Azmuth.
I cannot believe I am in the
presence of the greatest
mind in the universe.
Dr. Psychobos: No, he is not!
And I am about to prove it.
That is, if a certain partner,
and I use the term loosely,
would learn to cooperate.
[ growls ]
[ beep ]
Ballweevil: Eat exploding
gummy-ball thing!
[ growls ]
Ballweevil: Probably should
have seen that coming.
Guys?
A little help! Oh!
Ben: Make that a lot of help!
Rook: Oh. Right.
I must stop the hunter who controls
the Nemetrix with his whistling.
Oh, is that all?
Cover me.
I have a plan.
- Rook: What about Ben?
Eh. The kid can handle himself.
Mind if I borrow this?
Ben: [ grunts ]
Oh, give me someone
useful for a change!
[ beep ]
Khyber: No shortage of
predators to match my prey.
Rook: Perhaps we should intervene?
- Relax.
Rook: I really think
we ought to help Ben.
Seriously?
You're going to argue with
the greatest mind in three,
possibly five galaxies?
Dr. Psychobos: Big deal!
I am the greatest mind in
the entire universe!
[ growls ]
[ blows whistle ]
[ growls ]
Khyber: He cheated.
[ whistles ]
[ growls ]
You two keep the Mutt busy.
I have a plan.
Rook: [ blows whistle ]
[ growls ]
Khyber: [ whistles ]
Rook: [ blows whistle ]
Dr. Psychobos: Khyber!
Stop these foolish games
and c-concentrate on Azmuth!
Khyber: [ growls ]
Never... do... that... again!
[ whimpers ]
Dr. Psychobos: You dare defy
the greatest mind in the universe?
Then I will force you to cooperate!
[ whimpers ]
[ squawks ]
Rook: Azmuth!
Don't just stand there!
Throw me the whistle!
[ blows whistle ]
Gentlemen, meet Vicetopus.
The natural predator of all
Cerebrocrustaceans.
[ blows whistle ]
As smart as you claim to be, Psychobos,
I'm sure you knew that already.
But do you know how to defeat him?
Khyber: Huh?
- Dr. Psychobos: Ugh!
Khyber! Help me!
Whistle and call it off!
Khyber: I'm sure the greatest
intellect in the universe
can outwit his mindless
natural predator.
Who's a good predator?
You are. Yes, you are.
Rook: So Dr. Psychobos
is teamed up with Khyber.
Ben: Not anymore. Looks
like your partner ditched you.
Dr. Psychobos: I knew we
never should have t-trusted him.
Ben: What do you mean "we"?
Dr. Psychobos: Even with your
human brain's limited
c-capacity, surely you could
piece it together that Khyber
and I have been in league with...
Ben: Malware.
- I can't imagine how the three
of you managed to get past
the Galvan planetary defenses.
Rook: When last we
encountered Malware, he said
that you had already lost
without even knowing it.
I am part of Plumber special forces.
All of our ships have
Galvan security codes.
He must have downloaded them from
my onboard computer memory core.
Ben: Where is Malware now?
Dr. Psychobos: And I should tell you why?
[ blows whistle ]
[ shell cracks ]
Dr. Psychobos: Ugh!
All right.
That's enough, boy.
[ blows whistle ]
Ben: We need to find Malware.
- Slow down, Ben.
You don't want a repeat of
what happened to Feedback.
Rook: And what exactly
happened to Feedback?
You never told your partner?
Ben: [ sighs ]
Feedback was my go-to alien.
I don't know why I
liked being him so much.
He just felt different.
Better.
Like he was part of me.
[ dogs barking in distance ]
[ electricity zapping ]
Feedback: Pull!
Ben: Man.
[ birds chirping ]
Azmuth?
What are you doing here?
Max: We need to talk to you
about Feedback.
It's not healthy to grow too
dependent on any one alien form.
If you keep overusing the
Conductoid DNA, it will have
a detrimental effect on your
ability to control other forms.
Ben: What?
So don't use Feedback anymore?
Forget that!
Gwen: Ben, wait!
Ben: You made them say that,
didn't you, Gwen?
'Cause you're so jealous you
can't turn into aliens like me.
Gwen: You honestly think Azmuth
would listen to me or anyone else?
You did this to yourself, Ben.
Ben: I'm the one
wearing the Omnitrix.
I can turn into whichever alien
I want. And no one can stop me!
Malware: I beg to differ.
I am here for Azmuth.
Ben: You picked the wrong
hero to mess with again.
Gwen: So you pick the right hero, Ben!
Remember, the only time you
ever beat him was as Diamondhead!
[ grunts ]
[ beep ]
Feedback: Yeah!
Gwen: This is no time to try
to make a point!
Feedback: Relax, Gwen. See?
What goes around comes around!
Malware: Excellent suggestion.
Gwen: Come on, Ben!
Turn into Diamondhead!
Quick!
Before Malware ...
Malware: Destroys the Omnitrix?
[ beeping shrilly ]
My, my. Isn't this a
surprising turn of events?
If I am not mistaken,
this seems to be your
favorite alien, Ben Tennyson.
Correct?
Not anymore.
Ben: No!!
Malware: Though I am here for
Azmuth, I wish to destroy him
with his most precious creation.
The Omnitrix. Now.
[ beeping ]
Ben: You want it so bad?
Here!
Ughhhh!
Malware: Aah!
Yes. Yes!
The power of the Omnitrix flows
through me.
It is me.
No! It's overloading me!
Stop!!
Max: Ben! Don't!
Ben: Ughhh!
Though we thought Malware was
destroyed, as a fail-safe, the
Omnitrix would never accept DNA
from the Conductoid species again.
Ben: That's what happened to Feedback.
And it was all my fault.
Happy now?
Rook: I am sorry, Ben.
I did not realize.
Ben: Just forget it, all right?
I wish I could.
[ all coughing ]
[ whirring ]
Ben: Malware?
[ growls ]
Rook: Khyber.
And he took the Nemetrix.
Dr. Psychobos: Remove your inferior
Amphibian digits from my p-person!
This is no way to treat your
intellectual superior!
Get in, dummy!
Dr. Psychobos: Ugh!
[ beep ]
[ snarling ]
Ben: What do we do now?
Khyber and Malware are still out there.
We may yet convince the Mutt
to sniff out his old master.
Dr. Psychobos: Enjoy your delusions
of superiority while they last, Azmuth.
Your entire species, and I use
that term loosely,
is about to become extinct!
To be continued...