Original subtitles

1x30 - Evil's Encore

Such skill. Who else could perform such

a delicate operation and under these primitive conditions?

[ higher-pitched voice ] It's just a travesty he's so underappreciated.

[ normal voice ] Now, now. The respect of you,

my peers, is all that I require ...

that and the complete and utter destruction of the Plumbers,

especially that snot-nosed punk, Ben Tennyson!

[ deep voice ] Well, it's an honor just to watch you work.

[ higher-pitched voice ] You are a true genius, Dr. Animo.

[ normal voice ] Oh, do go on.

Get lost, Tennyson!

You're jeopardizing the entire operation!

Can't you see how important my work is?!

[ yawns ]

Dr. Animo: That's right, hero.

Pay no attention to "crazy" Dr. Animo.

He's no threat...

No threat at all!

[ laughs maniacally ]

♪ Ben 10 ♪

♪ he's a kid, and he wants to have fun ♪

♪ but when you need a superhero, he gets the job done ♪

♪ Ben 10 ♪

♪ 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 10 ♪

♪ when lives are on the line ♪ ♪ it's hero time ♪

♪ Ben 10 ♪

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Dr. Animo: Soon, I will use the Plumbers' own headquarters

to cast a glorious mutant glow over the entire planet.

Oh, I know what you're thinking.

"Dr. Animo, isn't this the same plan that Tennyson foiled years ago?"

How dare you question me?!

Don't you think I've learned from my past mistakes?

Well, I have!

I remember it all like it was only yesterday...

- Gwen: There it is. - Ben: Whoa!

Rushmore looks great. You can't even tell it's a hologram.

Max: That's because it's not.

Since you fought malware here, the reconstruction has been finished.

Gwen: If we keep Ben away from it, everything should be fine.

Ben: Hey, last time I didn't wreck anything.

Gwen: Yeah, but the time before that you destroyed

a beloved national monument.

Max: Eh, she does have a point, Ben. You do overdo it sometimes.

Ben: Eh... nope, that doesn't sound like me.

Dr. Animo: Let's not make it too easy on them, shall we,

my long-necked beauties?

[ tires screech ]

Max: Hold on for a bit of a bump.

[ Ben, Gwen groaning ]

Ben: Enough is enough!

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Eyeguy: Oh, yeah!

That quack is about to get an eye-full of trouble!

Max: Just keep Animo busy until we get to Plumber HQ.

Now remember ... don't overdo it.

Gwen: Yeah, Ben. Sometimes less is more.

Eyeguy: No, it's not! "More" is always more.

That's why it's more! [ laughing ] Duh!

Peek-a-boo!

[ neighing ]

Gwen: Do you need glasses or something?

Quit messing around up there!

Eyeguy: Whoa!

[ groans ]

Gwen: Nice job, doofus.

Just what the rustbucket needed ... a sun roof.

Max: We're here. Everybody hold on.

Dr. Animo: Aahhhh!

Eyeguy: Hey, doc?

♪ Nah-nah-nah nah-nah-nah ♪

[ groans ]

Whoa! I didn't even see it coming.

Now, that's eye... ronic.

[ snorts ]

Dr. Animo: [ groans ]

[ chirping ]

Dr. Animo: Mwah!

[ beeping ]

[ roars ]

Eyeguy: Payback time!

I know what you're gonna say.

Ben: Aw, man! Without Eyeguy's firepower, we're giraffe chow.

Max: Not necessarily.

Gwen: Yo, stretch! Over here!

Max: Here I am. Come and get me!

Ben: Oh, sure, after I wore it out.

- Gwen: Wait. Where's Animo? - Max: Oh, that's trouble.

[ monitor beeping ]

Dr. Animo: Time to go to work, my children.

[ all chirping ]

[ whirring, beeping ]

Ben: What do you think Animo's up to?

Max: I don't know, Ben. And that's what worries me.

[ alarm blaring ]

Ben: Hey, we're not intruders! What gives?

Max: Emergency security shutdown ... verbal authorization.

Tennyson, Maxwell 12-27-0-5.

[ computer beeping ]

Animo.

Ben: Aah!

[ computer beeping ]

[ all grunting ]

Gwen: Ben, get your stinky feet out of my face!

Ben: This is no day at the beach for me, either!

Max: We're being moved to a detention cell.

We have to make our break now!

Ben: [ straining ] I can't reach the Omnitrix.

Max: [ straining ] Wait. I think I can.

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Watch the claws, Ben! Easy with the claws!

Gwen: Oh, try not to slobber so much!

[ all groaning ]

Oh-ha-ho! Dog drool!

Wildmutt: [ snickers ]

[ computer beeping ]

Max: The security system isn't even responding to a manual override.

[ beeping, crackling ]

Aahhh!

Gwen: Grandpa!

Wildmutt: [ whimpers ]

Max: Aah, I'm okay, Ben. Just a little...

Dr. Animo: Shocked?!

That little joy buzzer was courtesy of my latest creation,

technobugs ... common earwigs augmented with my own special

technology to give me full control over this facility's

electronic and computer systems.

Max: Plumber headquarters just became our enemy.

Wildmutt: [ growls ]

Max: What do you want, Animo?

Dr. Animo: Just to borrow the Plumber satellites long

enough to blanket the Earth with my latest transmutator ray.

Is that a problem?

Max: You'll never get past the security code.

Dr. Animo: Oh, my technobugs are already busy as bees working on it.

Oh, and Ben?

- # Nee-nee-nee nee-nee-nee # - Gwen: Merchus veridactus!

Max: No time for that, Ben.

[ whimpers ]

Max: We have to get up to the satellite master control room, asap.

[ sniffs, barks ]

Max: Yes, yes. What is it, boy?

Someone in trouble?

Magister Tennyson. Thank goodness you're here.

Dr. Animo is in the facility.

Max: We'll get you out of there.

Wildmutt: [ growls ]

[ alarm blares ]

Ben: [ gasps ]

Don't worry about us, sir. Tech support is on the way.

- Animo is the priority. - Ben: Yeah, priority beatdown.

Driba: Who called tech support?

Blukic: And how come you're all cabled to the wall?

Driba: Well, there's your problem.

Gwen: Camera oblitera!

Max: Animo has the freight platform locked up on the main floor.

Gwen: So, how are we gonna get up there?

Ben: [ grunting ]

You had to ask.

Max: The cargo lift!

Gwen: We're too far up. We've got nowhere to go.

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Really? "Mr. Salad" to the rescue?

Wildvine: Don't blame me. Blame the Omnitrix!

[ both gasp ]

[ vines straining ]

[ Max, Gwen yelling ]

[ all groaning ]

Gwen: Turning us into human spitwads?

That seemed like a good idea to you?

Wildvine: Well, it got us up here quick, didn't it?

[ chuckles ] Um, do I seem taller to you guys now?

[ whirring ]

Dr. Animo: They are annoyingly tenacious.

It appears I must be more creative

if I am going to slow them down.

Gwen: It's gonna be tough to get to Animo in time to stop his

plan when everything between us and him is a potential obstacle.

Max: Well, maybe Animo only controls the systems he knows about.

Wildvine: Uh, what do you mean, grandpa?

Max: There's a group of drones that were decommissioned

when the base's defenses were last upgraded.

They might not appear on the current security grid.

With a little luck, they'll delay Animo long enough until we get there.

[ alarm blaring ]

Wildvine: Ha! A fire drill?

How lame can you get? Am I right, guys?

Uh... guys?

[ both choking ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What-what's wrong?

Max: [ choking ] The flame retardant...

designed to choke off a fire's air supply.

Gwen: [ choking ] And... ours.

Wildvine: Don't panic. Wildvine will get you out of here.

Max and Gwen: [ choking ]

[ computer beeping ]

Dr. Animo: Does my genius know no bounds?

[ beeping ]

[ computer beeping ]

Dr. Animo: Nope! It doesn't look like it.

[ drones approaching ]

Friends of Tennyson's, I presume?

[ all choking ]

Ben: Uh, grandpa, why did the tunnel just turn into a giant blender?

Max: It's a rapid ventilation system to clear smoke from a potential fire.

Don't worry. The two new Galvan techs assured

me they installed an emergency exit.

[ beeping ]

- Gwen: You mean that? - Max: Ooh, I'm beginning to

think those guys aren't the brightest stars in the galaxy.

[ computer beeping ]

Ben: I'm gonna have to bulk up to get past that thing.

- Four Arms or maybe Way Big. - Gwen: Step aside, overkill.

I'll show you how a little can go a long way.

Vortress nebulae!

Max: Way to use the old brainpan, Gwen.

Gwen: [ blows raspberry ]

Ben: [ blows raspberry ]

Dr. Animo: Did you really believe you could win a game of

- wits with Dr. Aloysius J. Animo? - Ben: Give it up, Animo.

You're outnumbered, three against one.

Dr. Animo: Poor Benjamin.

Math never was your strong suit.

[ drones whirring ]

Max: He's commandeered the security drones.

Dr. Animo: "Commandeered"? No. Mutated!

I'd really like to stay and watch your demise,

but I have pressing matters to attend to.

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Diamondhead! Now we're talking!

You guys stop Animo. I'll deal with these junkyard bugs.

Dr. Animo: Any second, I will have unlocked the Plumbers'

satellite control codes. Finally, I can bestow my

greatest gift upon humanity ... mass mutation!

Gwen: Don't count your mutations before they're... mutated.

[ sighs ]

I've been hanging around Ben too long.

[ chirping ]

Max: [ grunts ]

Dr. Animo: Your efforts are futile!

You shall not defeat Dr. Animo!

- Max: [ straining ] Gwen! - Gwen: On it! Huh?

[ all chirping ]

Okay, that's way freaky.

Diamondhead: I'm guessing you guys never got the "less is more" speech?

Gwen: Aah!

I don't even like bugs when they're just plain bugs.

[ whirring, beeping ]

Dr. Animo: Aah!

The security code has been broken!

[ computer whirring ]

The satellites are realigning, even as I speak.

Diamondhead: Whoa!

[ Omnitrix powers down ]

Max: [ grunting ]

Dr. Animo: You're too late, Benjamin.

My transmutator ray is about to be uploaded and beamed all over the globe.

Goodbye, Homo Sapiens! Hello, Animo Sapiens!

Ben: [ sarcastically ] Oh, no! Guess I better just give up.

[ Omnitrix beeps ]

Upchuck: Oh! My hand slipped.

Dr. Animo: You'll never learn, will you?

Your alien freaks are no match for my genius.

Whoa!

Upchuck: Ever notice you're the only person who ever calls you a genius?

Gwen: What are you doing?!

Upchuck: Not overdoing it, you know, like you've been saying.

Gwen: Not now! The whole world is about to go mutant!

You got to swallow up this problem whole!

Dr. Animo: [ grunts ]

Upchuck: [ sighs ]

I wish you guys would make up your minds!

Dr. Animo: Nooo!!

[ satellite beeping ]

Max: The satellites are returning to their normal positioning.

Good work, Ben.

Gwen: Finally, that big mouth of yours came in handy.

Upchuck: Ooh, I don't feel so good.

Max: Ben, no! You can't spit that out in here.

An explosion that size could bring the whole mountain down on top of us!

Upchuck: What do I do?!

Gwen: Ugh!

Well, toss it soon before it comes out the wrong end!

Upchuck: [ retching ]

[ belches ]

Oh, man!

Grandpa, we're gonna need another hologram!

[ birds chirping ]

Dr. Animo: This isn't over, Ben Tennyson!

Ben: You'll never learn, will you, doc?

Your twisted genius is no match for my kick-butt aliens.

Dr. Animo: But this time... will be different!

The ultimate retribution against Ben Tennyson!

No detail overlooked.

Every possible contingency accounted for.

[ chirping ]

Blukic: Ooh, snack time!

Driba: Aww! No fair. I saw it first!

Blukic: [ chewing ]

You snooze, you lose.

Mmm-mmm!

Metallic ... my favorite flavor.

Hey, look, a prize!

Driba: [ groans ]

You lucky so-and-so.

Dr. Animo: [ thinking ]

You'll never learn, will you, doc?

Who ... who said that?! Who?!

Very well, then you all shall know my wrath!

[ roaring ]

- Driba: What's his deal? - Blukic: Man, beats me.

Hey, Animo, what's bugging you?

Dr. Animo: Bugging!

Bugging! Bugging! Bugging!

[ screaming ]

Bugging, bugging, bugging! B-b-bugging!

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