1x20 - Special Delivery
[ ring bells ]
Just a sec!
- Aah! - Hello. [ snorts ]
I am Thunderpig! You ate my father with lettuce
and tomato on a wheat roll. Prepare to die.
Ben: What are you talking about?
I am talking about vengeance,
sizzling strips of juicy, succulent vengeance.
Thunder... Thunder... Thunderpig!
[ squeals ]
Aah!
[ screeching ]
[ growls ]
[ roars ]
[ screeching ]
[ growls ]
[ roars ]
Echo Echo: I didn't eat your Dad.
And, for the record, I prefer turkey bacon.
I don't have any beef with you.
[ laughs ]
[ squeals ]
[ growls ]
[ screeching ]
Mr. Bowman: Tennyson!
[ beep ]
Ben: Mr. Bowman! It's not my fault.
This pig showed up out of nowhere,
and he said I ate his father, and then he...
Let's stay positive. It's only the glass.
[ horn honks ]
[ chuckles nervously ]
Mr. Bowman: Ooh!
[ mutters indistinctly ]
[ growls ]
♪ 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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Ben: Mr. Bowman, it wasn't me. It's that big old pig's fault.
Mr. Bowman: Every time, it's you. It's always you!
Ben: Hey, Mr. Bowman!
Mr. Bowman: Can I help you, young man?
Ben: Doubt it. My name is Ben. I'm your new neighbor.
My mom and dad just moved in next door. Whoa, is this your car?
Mr. Bowman: Don't touch it! It's a classic '67.
Ben: Yeah, yeah, it's old. Got it, gotcha.
[ sighs ]
Don't you have anything better you could be doing?
Ben: Me? Nah. I got nothing but time.
- You missed a spot. - Mr. Bowman: Where?
Ben: Right here.
Mr. Bowman: I don't see anything.
Both: Aah!
- Mr. Bowman: Oh! - Ben: See ya!
[ horn blares ]
Well, if it isn't Dr. Animo and one giant mutant mosquito.
Just one? You really ought to think this stuff through.
[ beep ]
[ buzzing ]
[ groans ]
Way Big: See ya!
[ beeps ]
[ growls ]
[ beeping ]
- Mr. Bowman: Tennyson! - Ben: Sorry, sorry, sorry.
[ exhaling ]
Come on, melt.
[ horn blares ]
But, Mr. Bowman, I've spent half my life working off the damage.
Mr. Bowman: You should have thought of that before you came near my car.
Until it's paid off, you're going to make deliveries for me.
Ben: No sweat. I can use my aliens and be done in ...
Mr. Bowman: No alien powers, no alien anything!
This is going to be work, hard work, not fun.
You're going to learn responsibility if it kills you, starting now.
Tube socks. Get your tube socks.
Now in chocolate, vanilla, and new-car smell.
[ grunting ]
Uh, delivery from Mr. Bowman.
Did you wreck his car again?
Ben: It wasn't my fault.
That poor biped.
[ humming ]
♪ Pakmar, Pakmar ♪
[ door opens, bells jingle ]
Tennyson, what are you doing here in Pakmar's new place?
Ben: Delivery. Where do you want these?
- Pakmar: No! - Ben: Not here?
- Then where? Over here? - Pakmar: No! Stop!
- Ben: Stop where? - Pakmar: Get out!
Ben: But you have to sign for it.
Pakmar: Get out!
[ sighs ]
Were you expecting a package?
Yes. Something ferocious, something...
deadly.
[ slurping ]
[ humming ]
Oh. Then I guess this one is yours.
[ indistinct conversations ]
[ clears throat ]
I didn't invite you here to socialize.
I've invited you here to share in an opportunity,
an opportunity to bid on auctions for unique objects and
one-of-a-kind curios, like this next lot right here ...
A date with the lovely Fistina.
As informed bidders know,
Fistina does not come onto the market very often.
Shall I start the bidding at one Tayden?
[ coughs ]
Psyphon: One Tayden. Do I hear one Tayden?
One Tayden here?
[ indistinct muttering ]
Oh, no. I actually didn't bring any money.
Psyphon: Sold!
[ laughs ]
Yes. Now for what you've all been waiting for ...
the Pièce de résistance, a Dwarf Star.
You know how rare this is. Serious bidders only.
Compacted into a special container,
it can supercharge any device in the galaxy.
A regular engine becomes a super engine.
A regular weapon becomes a super weapon.
What's my opening bid for ... huh?
Goldfish?
Ben: I had a pen here just a second ago.
You wouldn't happen to have one I could borrow, would you?
[ growling ]
That fool courier brought the wrong bag. I ...
Wait. Wait a minute.
If the bags got switched, the label ... yes.
The label should tell me the delivery person who has my Dwarf Star.
Tenny... Tennyson? Ben Tennyson?
Zombozo: You know what this means, boys?
Whoever gets that Dwarf Star from Ben 10
- will get it and will get it for free. - Psyphon: Those rats!
I have to get that Dwarf Star back before they get it.
I won't get my money!
Ben: Apartment 70f, apartment 7f0, apartment 7-smiley-face-0.
Where's apartment 7?
Zombozo: There he is.
Ben: Maybe someone here can help me out.
Hey! Get back here!
If I lose these deliveries, Mr. Bowman is never gonna ...
[ bicycle horn honks ]
Zombozo?
Zombozo: Keep running. We're not here to fight.
[ beep ]
Armodrillo: Zombozo, Trombipulor, and Fistrick?
Zombozo: Ben Tennyson. Funny seeing you here.
Nah, it's not that funny. Get him!
[ trumpets ]
Armodrillo: You teamed up just so you could steal packages?
Zombozo: Don't judge me. It's tough out there being a clown.
[ grunts ]
Armodrillo: Aah!
Get off of me, peanut breath.
[ trumpets ]
[ thud ]
Zombozo: Step right up. Hit the target and win a prize.
Whoa! [ groaning ]
[ growls ]
Zombozo: Now, don't distract me. This requires my utmost concentration.
You've been a great audience. Drive home safely.
[ laughs ]
[ grunting ]
[ whimpering ]
Oh, well. Gah!
Ben: That was weird.
[ cellphone rings ]
- Mr. Bowman: Are you finished? - Ben: I have a question.
Is there any reason people would want to steal your packages?
Mr. Bowman: What? Did you lose your deliveries?
Ben: No, no, nothing like that, but some guys tried to ...
Mr. Bowman: Then hurry up and finish.
Ben: I have to walk this stuff everywhere.
You know, I could go a lot faster if you let me drive your truck.
Mr. Bowman: May I remind you of what happened to the last truck you touched?
Ben: That was years ago.
Mr. Bowman: No more excuses. Finish your job!
Ben: Okay, okay. Stop yelling at me.
I'm almost done. I'll see you soon.
[ beep ]
That man has issues.
Last delivery ... a couple of goldfish.
What the ... the Kraaho?
Come on, you're stealing goldfish? Mr. Bowman's gonna kill me.
I'll buy you your own fish. Just give me those ba...
Aah!
Seebik, does Ester know what you're doing?
Oh, I hope not. Warriors, blast him!
[ beep ]
Ampfibian: Seebik, your warriors could use some more practice.
Practice makes perfect. Like this.
[ both groaning ]
Aah!
[ groans ]
Ampfibian: Get back here!
[ panting ]
Ampfibian: Seebik! Give me back my goldfish!
[ beeping ]
Ben: Zombozo, Trombipular, Fistrick, now Seebik and the Kraaho?
Too much of a coincidence.
But why are they trying to steal goldfish?
- Unless it's not goldfish. - Psyphon: It's not.
Ben: Psyphon, didn't know you were into goldfish.
Psyphon: Don't play dumb with me.
It's a Dwarf Star in a containment sphere, and it belongs to me.
- Hand it over. - Ben: Are you gonna make me?
Psyphon: Oh, no, I'm not. They are.
[ bicycle horn honks ]
[ chuckles nervously ]
Psyphon: You may have been able to beat us one at a time,
but you won't be able to do it all at once.
Psyphon: There is no escape, Tennyson.
Give me my Dwarf Star now!
- Ben: Where's my goldfish? - Psyphon: What?
[ trumpets ]
Ben: My goldfish. If this bag has your star, then
you have the bag with my goldfish.
Psyphon: Then, a trade.
I give you your fish, you give me my Dwarf Star.
- Ben: Deal. - Psyphon: What do you mean, "deal"?
Ben: I mean deal. Take your Dwarf Star.
I just want the goldfish so Mr. Bowman will get off my back.
Psyphon: Why? You're holding a rare Dwarf Star,
the ultimate power, but you're willing to give it up so easily?
What's so special about these goldfish?
Ben: Ultimate power? Okay, new deal.
I keep this, you give me the Goldfish, and I don't wipe the
- walls with the lot of you. - Psyphon: Get him!
[ trumpets ]
Humongousaur: Okay, then, no deal!
Hey, Trombipular and Tummy Head,
let me ask you a question, and be honest.
Does this hurt?
I'll take that as a yes.
Slide tackle!
Don't think so.
Get out of here!
Sweet. I got some good distance on that one.
[ car alarm blares ]
Zombozo: Back, Tennyson, back.
Ah, this brings me back to my days working in a school lunchroom.
[ laughs ]
Humongousaur: Next!
Psyphon: The battle's not going well. Time to bring out the heavy artillery.
[ roars ]
You know, you could have just given me the fish.
Psyphon: Fish? Fish?
Fool. This is a Dwarf Star!
You have no idea how powerful this is.
[ laughs ]
Allow me to demonstrate.
[ roars ]
Psyphon: Such power. The only downside is that now
I'll have to auction this Dwarf Star as being slightly used,
but if I destroy Ben Tennyson with it, it'll be worth it.
[ grunting ]
Psyphon: Impressive force field, isn't it?
Ha!
I'm beginning to have second thoughts about selling this Dwarf Star.
Yah!
If I keep it, I could conquer the universe...
not that you'll be alive to see it happen.
Clever. You are a sneaky one, Tennyson.
Ben: Not gonna be able to overpower him.
I need a new plan of attack.
[ crash ]
[ beep ]
Psyphon: What is this? Am I supposed to be impressed?
No!
Aah!
No!
Get away from me! Get away from me!
Aah!
Ben: I'll take that. And more importantly, I'll take this.
Yes! Hoo-hoo!
There's the last of it. Every last package safely delivered.
Mr. Bowman: Thank you, Ben.
My car's been completely fixed, and you've worked off the damage.
Ben: So, we're square?
[ squeaking ]
Mr. Bowman: Completely square...
At least until the next time you wreck my car.
Ben: Don't worry, Mr. Bowman. That's never gonna happen again.
[ car alarm blaring ]
Mr. Bowman: My car!
I truly, truly hate you.
Ben: Mr. Bowman, I don't know what to say,
but I guess the right thing to do is... see ya!
[ panting ]
Mr. Bowman: Tennyson! I know where you live!
[ cries ]
[ thunder rumbles ]
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