Begin the audition.
Impressive. You are all hired.
Your objective is to retrieve the Omnitrix.
The one who succeeds collects the reward.
Do not disappoint me.
> You ready?
Remember to think out there, Ben.
Don't just try to muscle it.
Might isn't always right.
> I know.
But it's always fun.
Aah!
> Show-off.
> Focus, Ben. Think!
> Don't worry, Grandpa.
> Aah!
Ugh!
> Ha ha ha.
Oops. My bad.
> You rockhead, you almost turned me into swiss cheese.
> I said I was sorry.
What else do you want?
> What we want is for you to take that thing on your wrist
more seriously, Ben.
It's not a toy.
You've got to think when you use it.
> I know, but come on!
You guys have seen the action.
I'm the baddest Ben in town.
I've kicked so much alien butt, my feet hurt.
> Yeah, well, one of these days,
you're gonna screw around and get your own butt kicked,
And I hope I'm there to see it.
> Dream on, geek face.
> Uh-oh. That doesn't sound good.
> This is where the Omnitrix was last activated.
> You can say that again.
A rock pile like this is better off space dust.
> Whoa! Big talk from a gear head.
> Get in my way again, and I'll teach you how to say "dismantled."
> Huh. Looks like nobody's home.
> Not for a while.
My intellimap program says this
Is Slatterville. Incorporated in 1857 after the
discovery of silver.
Went bust in the late fifties When the mine ran out.
> Why does everything out of your mouth sound like a book report? > Aha!
I think I found the problem.
Leaky fuel line.
> Uh, lucky shot?
> I should be able to patch it up.
> Sorry, Grandpa.
Let me help. Maybe four arms.
No, wait. Upgrade.
> I think you've done enough, Ben.
I'll handle this.
> Ok. Guess I'll just check this place out.
> Maybe you should, uh...
> make sure he doesn't somehow blow everything up? I'm on it.
> Oh, talk about old school.
Look at all this junk.
> Ben? Ben!
Calling all dweebs!
Uhh... > What's the matter, Gwen?
You look like you've seen a ghost...
Freak.
Ha ha ha.
> Get over yourself, Doofus.
You don't scare me.
But he does!
Aah!
> No problem. I'll handle this guy.
Oh, man. You put the "ug" in ugly.
> Hand over the Omnitrix, and I
Promise you won't suffer... much.
> Dream on, claw boy.
What's he talking about?
> Duh. Why else would some alien track you down?
It wants the watch, Einstein.
> You don't have to get snotty
about it, miss know-it-all.
Sorry, crabby, the watch and I
are kind of attached.
> Not for long.
> You have no idea who you're messing with.
> I was just about to say the same thing.
> Oh, yeah? Do you know this one?
Now you see me, now you don't.
> Heh heh heh.
> You're as arrogant as you are dimwitted.
> Blech!
What happened?
> Your protoplasm is now
solidified, making it easier to
do this!
> Oh, man.
Who is this guy?
> Remember when I said I wanted to be there when you finally got your butt kicked?
I take it way back.
You're the super guy. Do something.
> You better keep your claws to yourself.
> Hardly worth the hunt.
> Ben, give him a lift!
Ben, are you ok?
> Oh, man. That was even weirder than when
I normally go ghostfreak.
> Come on. Let's get out of here before
Crabcake wakes up.
> What happened?
> You know, the usual.
Some jumbo-sized crustacean
burst out of the ground and attacked Ben.
It said it wanted the watch, Only it kept calling it the Omnitrix.
> Just let me go four arms, and
I'll turn him into a seafood Special.
> No time. Repairs are done.
We're out of here.
> But, grandpa.
> No sign of crab guy yet.
> Well, he better not show up if he knows what's good for him.
> I think we just picked up a hitchhiker!
> Aah!
> Who's that?
> Beats me!
> In there.
> Remember me?
> Whew. The coast is clear.
> Don't you get tired of being wrong all the time?
> The Omnitrix. Give it to me!
> Come on. Do something. Anything!
> Now what?
> We take a ride.
> What a pathetic excuse for prey.
> We got company closing in fast!
> We need a plan.
> Yes! Who needs a plan when you have the watch?
I'll take care of this.
> No, Ben. That's just what it wants.
Ben!
Ben, come on!
> I'll catch up.
First I've got to put some dents
In this walking soda machine.
> Back off.
That reward's mine.
> Well, you don't have to get personal.
> Uhh!
> Billions of beings on this
planet, and the Omnitrix winds
up on the wrist of a foolhardy youth.
> Well, like I told your
buddies, this thing doesn't come Off.
I've tried.
> Of course it doesn't.
Its power utilizes alien dna, which binds to the host's own
genetic structure.
It cannot simply be removed like taking off a hat.
> Uhh!
> Your choice of warriors is based solely on brute strength
without regard for any strategy.
Do you ever pause to consider your actions at all?
> Hey, I kick more than my share of alien butt.
> Such as your recent success in the mine shaft with the bounty hunters.
> It was two against one.
> You were moments away from
losing your life and the Omnitrix.
Victory should have been swift and effortless.
> Uhh!
> The Omnitrix is not some toy for your amusement.
It's the most powerful weapon in the galaxy.
The key to an epic battle between good and evil.
> Then whose side are you on?
> You're still alive, aren't you?
> You're a good guy?
> My mission is to retrieve the
Omnitrix at all costs.
Since it is attached to you, I will bring you back for its
removal. > Oh, no.
I'm not going anywhere.
> It's not your choice.
> It is now. Uhh!
> It's disturbing how little you know of this alien's
strengths or weaknesses.
You barely scratched the surface of its potential.
> Yeah?
So what makes you such an expert?
You're... me.
> Wrong. I am a noble warrior.
You are an impulsive annoyance.
We have wasted enough time.
> Hey! Let me down!
> Looking for this?
You're not getting off this
planet with the Omnitrix, and
just to be sure...
> Hands off.
> Let me go!
> See, we've decided to work
together and split the reward...
And you in half.
> Don't blow a gasket, metal mouth.
I know what I'm doing.
> What are we waiting for?
We've got to save them.
> Don't be foolish.
Keeping the Omnitrix secure is the only priority here.
> Not to me. That's my family.
> You cannot save them.
You would soon be overpowered
and captured.
The obvious choice is for me to retrieve my hoverboard so that
we may leave the planet.
> But- > Stay here.
> All right. Hero time.
> Remember to think out there, Ben.
Don't just try to muscle it.
Might isn't always right.
> Your choice of warriors is
based solely on brute strength
without regard for any strategy.
Do you ever pause to consider your actions at all?
> Get off me, you tiny, little...
> There should be a nerve cluster in here somewhere.
> Aah!
Oh!
Aah!
> One down.
> Ben, run!
Aah!
> No!
> Guess who.
> I told you to stay out of my way.
> Wonder what would happen if I did this!
> I hate this planet.
> Only way to beat the desert
heat, don't you think?
> Pretty smart... For a human.
I'll return as soon as I am able.
> What about this?
> It's in good hands until then.
This may be of some use in the meantime.
> Oh, man! Are you serious?
Hold on. You said you needed this to get off the planet.
> Selective disinformation.
> Huh? > He lied.
How come you get all the cool alien stuff?
> Fits my style.
> Right. I have something for you, too.
> Uhh! Hey! What'd you do that for?
> Wouldn't want that big head of yours to get sunburned.
> Betrayed.
> Sensors indicate the Omnitrix
is not with the mercenaries.
> It would appear the creature
who possesses the Omnitrix is as clever as it is fierce.
But I shall not be denied.