1x14 - Gone Fishin'
And with the robots gone back to Dimension XII for good,
Ben Tennyson have saved the Earth, yet again.
Yeah! Sheesh! [ laughs ]
Some folks will believe anything.
H-hey!
Ahhh! Shucks!
[ boat horn blows ]
[ rumbling ]
[ motor revving ]
Help! Or... m-m-mayday!
W-w-where's the coast guard?
Where's Ben Tennyson?!
Ben: Rook, hand me the chips.
♪ 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: Aw, man!
Since when do we fish in undertown, grandpa Max?
Max: [ chuckles ]
Are you kidding?
You never know what you'll haul in down here.
Last time, Patelliday and me caught nocturnal pus oozers,
sticky nine-eyed eels, and bursting gelatinous tile fish.
Now, that was some good eatin'!
Max: Oh, yeah.
Ben: I-I'm fine with catch and release.
Too bad I need to catch something first.
- Max: Have patience, Ben. - Ben: [ whining ] For how long?!
[ squeaking ]
I'm not having any luck, Rook. You try this one.
[ reel cranking ]
[ screeches ]
- Max: Oh, nice catch, Rook! - Rook: I have succeeded with
Ben's choice of bait. You have a genuine knack.
Ben: [ grunts ] Give me that!
Hey, where's the bait?
[ smacks lips ]
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm!
Ben: Magister Patelliday!
Ha! Oh, sorry about that, Ben.
Couldn't help myself. But don't you fret!
I brought us another can!
Rook: It is well that we are not fishing for you, magister.
A Piscciss Volann will eat anything.
We ain't picky ... that's a fact.
Jaws that can slice through steel.
And, men, you are looking at a fine physical specimen.
[ Omnitrix beeping ]
Huh?
Ripjaws: [ screeches ]
Ha!
- Who's the best fisherman now? - Max.
- Max: Me. - Rook: Magister Tennyson.
[ Omnitrix beeps ]
Rook: Ben, you must make the fish come to you.
Ben: Did a lot of this back home, did you?
Rook: None. This is a method that I learned in my Earth studies.
[ scoffs ]
"Joe college" over here. [ munches ]
Rook: Behold..."noodling."
- Seized! - Max: Ha!
Well, would you look at that.
Rook: Your arm, please.
- Ben: Ew. Now what? - Rook: Now you wait patiently.
[ smacks lips ]
Mmm, mmm, mmm!
Ben: [ groans ]
This could take all da...
[ gasps ]
[ muffled ] Hey! Get this thing off me!
Rook: [ grunting ]
Ben: [ sputters ]
[ coughs ] [ exhales ]
Max: No substitute for patience.
Ripjaws: I'll bring up more fish than that boat can hold.
I'm at least a better fisherman than Rook.
I don't know.
That noodling was pretty darn impressive, if you ask me.
Ripjaws: A lucky accident.
It would never work the same way twice ... and never on a fish
more intelligent than that half-witted alien fluke that Rook hauled in.
[ muffled screams ]
Got him.
Ripjaws: Magister Patelliday?
Robots in the drink!
Ripjaws: Hold on!
[ action music ]
[ powering down ]
Rock on!
[ Omnitrix beeping ]
Ben: Aw, man!
[ gasping ]
Rook: Ben!
Ben: [ grunts ]
Robot... pirate... thingies nabbed Patelliday.
- Max: Robot... pirates? - Ben: I know, right?
- Rook: How? - Ben: They noodled him.
Rook: Oh. A very effective method.
Ben: Not the point!
Max: Which direction did those robot pirates take him?
Ben: There.
Now, just you wait!
I'm jaws of fury itchin' to chomp me some titanium skull!
Hey. Where are we going?
[ water rushing ]
- Rook: What's that sound? - Max: Look.
Nuts.
[ all screaming ]
[ Omnitrix beeps ]
Rath: [ growls ]
Let me tell you somethin', water ...
Water?! Rath ... Rath doesn't do water!
- Max: Pick another alien! - Rook: Like me.
Rath: You better save Rath, or Rath is gonna dropkick you,
awkward alien partner!
Rook: I could use some help.
Rath: [ roars ]
Keep that water off of Rath!
Now, let me tell you somethin', waterfall!
[ meows ]
[ all scream ]
Rook: [ gasps ]
Max: [ grunts ]
Rath: [ screams ]
Get it off!
[ Omnitrix beeping ]
Ben: Uh... sorry?
Max: Where do you think those pirates took Patelliday?
Switch to full power.
Aye-aye, Captain Cork.
[ whirring ]
Ready to bottle, Captain.
Excellent! Engage bottle crew.
Engaged. Yarg.
[ alarm blares ]
Now, then, how's my lunch coming?
[ grunts ]
[ alarm blares ]
Now, this is an unpredictable predicament.
[ screaming in distance ]
And it sounds like I'm not the only one you caught.
Max: Which way, gentlemen?
Ben: We can make it through this way. Got to be faster.
Rook: Is faster always better?
Ben: We got to stay on their trail, or we lose Patelliday.
[ machine humming ]
Galley slaves, bring me lunch! I'm hungry!
Yes, sir, Captain Cork.
You know, I was just thinking
about how magnificent the local seafood is, and then I wondered.
I wondered why... I wasn't smelling anything cooking!
Ta-da!
[ munching ]
I'm not technically local.
Sushi? I don't want sushi!
I want it cooked!
Now, don't get your britches in a twist.
[ scoffs ]
I wasn't gonna let you eat me anyway.
Well. Would you look at that.
There's a bit more to this caper than what's for lunch.
Rook: I cannot locate Magister Patelliday's badge.
It could be interference from the subterranean geology or ...
Max: Don't worry about Patelliday. He can take care of himself.
Ben: Whoa.
[ robots power up ]
Max: It's a trap!
[ Omnitrix beeps ]
Jury Rigg: Jury Rigg disassemble!
[ laughs maniacally ]
[ robots power down ]
Reassemble... fix!
Fix, fix, fix, fix, fix!
With one difference!
[ laughs manically ]
[ Omnitrix beeps ]
- Rook: I am duly impressed. - Max: Wow. Fast work, Ben.
Ben: Is there any other kind?
Max: If they had that many
sentries up front, you know it won't be the end of it.
Ben: Nothing I can't handle.
You did see me back there, right?
[ all gasp ]
[ roars ]
Ben: You guys got this one.
[ roars ]
Rook: A krakken!
It must be the robot pirates' guard dog.
Ben: You mean guard fish!
Ugh!
Just enough room in here for way big!
[ Omnitrix beeps ]
Crashhopper?!
Next time I see Azmuth, I'm gonna step on him!
Rook! Give me a line!
Rook: Okay. But I fail to see how ...
Ben!
[ roars ]
Crashhopper: Let's see if he'll take the bait.
Rook: This is a terrible idea.
Crashhopper: Shh!
Max: But what I...
Crashhopper: Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh!
Got to have patience, grandpa Max!
[ roars ]
Max: Hang on!
[ roaring ]
[ gasps ]
Thataboy, Ben!
[ roars ]
[ Omnitrix beeps ]
Ben: Ugh!
Sorry about the wet fur, Rook.
Rook: It is nothing compared to the way you smell.
Ben: Aw, come on!
Rook: Forgive me. It is even worse than Stinkfly.
[ growls ]
[ grunting ]
You said the Captain wanted raw fish.
- I said "fresh." - Raw!
- Fresh! - Raw!
Watch what you're doing!
You chopped ropes up along with that talking fish.
Uh, 'scuse me... but I don't want to be lunch!
Well. Glad we cleared that up.
[ warble ]
- Rook: Force field. - Ben: Thanks.
Max: It means we're getting close. Blast it.
Ben: What's wrong?
Oh.
[ warble ]
Max: [ groans ]
Ben...
[ squeak, thud ]
Ben: Just need the right alien.
[ Omnitrix beeps ]
[ alarm blaring ]
[ blaring stops ]
Patelliday?!
Max: Told you he could handle himself.
[ panting ] We're gonna need everything we've got to stop
- these robot-pirate guys. - Ben: What are they up to?
Well, they... it'll come to me, once I let it ruminate.
Max: He's a ruminator.
[ all grunt ]
[ sonar pinging ]
Full power!
Just a few more ships, and this
set of Earth vessels is complete and ready for sale.
[ crash ]
Aw, nuts!
I wasn't quite done ruminating.
Ben: Magister Patelliday wanted to figure out your plan for himself.
Got to say, I was expecting something a bit more... hm...
- Rook: Impressive. - Impressive?!
I'm stealing boats and putting them in giant bottles!
I could have sworn he was
planning some kind of universal hostage situation.
Max: Don't be so hard on yourself, Patelliday.
He's still dangerous.
Ben: Your... ship-bottling days are... over!
Take them, my mechaneers!
[ Omnitrix beeps ]
Diamondhead: Fine. We can do this the hard way ...
Diamond hard!
Ha ha! A nod to tradition.
Diamondhead: What about the people on those boats?
Ha harr!
They're getting a free trip across the galaxy!
Ha ha!
These boats are worth a fortune to certain galactic collectors.
[ beeping ]
Diamondhead: But those bottles are sealed.
They're all gonna run out of air.
It is a hostage situation!
Max: Hear that? Not much time.
Take them!
Reminds me of that weekend that we took out Cassiopeia way,
you and Xylene, me and Appida Lou.
- Max: Patelliday? - Yeah, Max?
- Max: Duck! - Leg sweep! Yeeaw!
What's keeping you, newbie? The air in those bottles is getting stale!
Rook: Right away, magister.
[ computer beeps ]
That's it! Prisoners liberated!
Uh-Oh. What have you done?!
Diamondhead: Nothing you didn't have coming.
[ rumbling ]
Wrap this up, boys. I want to see if the fish are still bitin'!
Diamondhead: Nope. No more fish.
You're out of luck. You'll never get the ships out
before your humans run out of air!
[ beep ]
[ Omnitrix beeps ]
Diamondhead: You were saying?
Rook: Looks like this fishing trip has caught us a whale.
- Oh, no! - Ben: Terrible.
- Rook: W-why was it terrible? - Max: He means it was a groaner.
Rook: I-I, um ... a "groaner"?
[ groans ]
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