Six stories of twists and turns!
'Hurtling down a 200-foot plunge.'
'At speeds of over 25 miles per hour!'
Then splash down in a churning 300,000-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.
- Ah! - Ha-ha.
They'll all feel small when Ripjaws shows up for a dip.
Come on, work!
bang
Huh? Oh, no, no, no, no.
Anything but being a micro munchkin.
Uh-oh.
Whoa! Look out!
Watch those flip-flops.
In 1951 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..
Well, uh, uh, okay. Hold on while I call someone who cares.
Ring, ring, ring. Uh-oh. 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.
Oh! Whoa! Oh-oh!
Whoa-ho-ho!
splash
Now, that rocked!
Aah!
splash splash
Grandpa's not going to like you going alien
just to sneak on a ride.
That's why I'm not going to 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.
splash
There you are, my little alien ticket to fame.
Gwen! Gwen!
Let him go!
Grandpa, that guy's got grey matter.
'Gwen!'
Ah! Whoa! Uh..
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.
Okay, 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 wanna 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 six 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 1000 people at the water park
and the UFO freak spots me!
Wait. This could work.
Here, kitty, kitty. I taste just like chicken.
Whoa! Uh!
I'm free!
Uh-oh. I'm free.
Howell Wainwright, Alien discoverer.
Let the fame and fortune begin!
'No!'
vroom vroom vroom
- 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 13.2 miles
due west with a vertical angle of 45 degrees.
Brainiac, how about a street?
Oh, yeah. It's Ripley.
Aah!
Ben? Something happened.
Ripley Avenue, Ripley Lane, Ripley Drive.
We don't have time to check them all out.
Do we have a choice?
vroom
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.
Ah. Whoa!
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?
- Ah! - Oh!
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!
vroom
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.
Wanna ring the doorbell?
I'll knock hard.
Where's the alien?
Hands off! Ooh!
Brutus, sic, 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 are we doing this?
Joint news conference? Hitting the major talk shows?
We prefer to keep our discoveries private.
Uh, uh, w-what are you talking about?
We've gotta tell the world about this.
Actually, we don't.
Where, where, where are 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.
Uh, hey, when-when you've been around as long as I have
you pick up a few things.
Prepare subject for dissection.
- Ready? - Not really, but..
Ah.
- Hi there. - Ah!
Ooh!
'Hey, metal-head!'
bam
Uh-oh. 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.
Uh! Uh!
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 hyper core.
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 hyper core and capacitor up to it.'
This is where small comes in handy.
Now go! I'll meet you outside.
Grandpa!
boom boom boom
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. But right now can you give me a hand?
Thanks.
Look, a friend told me. We gotta get out of here.
Ah. Anyone see where that little alien went?
Nope
Not a clue.
Well, I am done with anything alien.
vroom
Ha. 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 so have to get that fixed.
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