- [growls]
Wherever I went in the galaxy,
no matter whose butt I kicked,
one name kept coming up over and over...
Vilgax.
- [growling]
- Guess we have a lot in common.
We both got a beef with a little snot rag
named Ben Tennyson,
and if you're as bad as they say you are,
then you're just what I need to take him out for good.
- ♪ It started when ♪
♪ An alien device did what it did ♪
♪ And stuck itself upon his wrist ♪
♪ With secrets that it hid ♪
♪ Now he's got super powers ♪
♪ He's no ordinary kid ♪
♪ He's Ben 10 ♪
- ♪ Ben 10 ♪
- ♪ So if you see him ♪
♪ You might be in for a big surprise ♪
♪ He'll turn into an alien ♪
♪ Before your very eyes ♪
♪ He's funny, freaky, fast and strong ♪
♪ He's every shape and size ♪
♪ He's Ben 10 ♪
- ♪ Ben 10 ♪
- ♪ All new powers ♪
♪ He's on the case ♪
♪ Fighting all evil ♪
♪ From earth or space ♪
♪ He'll never stop 'til he makes them pay ♪
♪ 'Cause he's the baddest kid ♪
♪ To ever save the day ♪
♪ Ben 10 ♪
- ♪ Ben 10 ♪
- ♪ 10, 10, 10 ♪
[horn blows]
- How can you not admire the beauty and raw power of nature?
- I don't know. Ask Ben.
- Ben, would you please pay attention
to something other than that watch?
- I'm just trying to figure out how to control it better.
That's all, Grandpa.
- Get real. There must be, like,
a billion command combinations on that thing.
- Yeah? So?
Uh-oh. Please tell me I didn't bust this thing again.
Maybe it's just some kind of an upgrade.
Whoa! What happened?
I never even touched it.
Unless...maybe now I don't have to.
Grey matter.
Diamondhead.
Cool. This rocks!
I must have finally unlocked
some kind of master control or something.
Now I can go alien just by thinking it.
[grr]
- Excuse me. Would you mind taking a picture
of me and my wife?
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
[gasping]
- No problem. Ripjaws in the house.
- Aah!
Ohh! Aah!
- Did Ben just go right from Ripjaws into Stinkfly?
- Yeah, but that's impossible.
- Not anymore!
- I don't mean to be ungrateful,
but I think I'm gonna be sick.
- Oh, right. Sorry.
- The legendary Vilgax.
You don't look so tough.
Unh!
- Underestimating me is a grave mistake--
the last you'll ever make!
Unh!
- Unh!
Aah! Aah!
Unh!
I just saved your lousy alien butt.
You should be grateful.
- Vilgax owes allegiance to no one,
especially not some misshapen,
chaotic amalgam of creatures
from the Omnitrix.
What do you know of the Omnitrix?
- If you mean the watch thingy
that turns Ben into those alien heroes...
plenty.
Now, back off!
- You may be of some use to me after all.
You took the words right out of my mouth, pretty boy.
- [errp]
- Eww! Ben!
- Hee hee hee!
- You've been stinkbutt for hours.
Give it us a rest, dweeb.
- No way!
Now that I can stay alien for as long as I want,
it's time to cash in.
Check out the green I made giving rides to tourists!
- You know, I never thought I'd say this,
but I'd rather see your normal jerky face for a change.
- Gwen's right, Ben.
Just because you can be an alien all the time
doesn't mean you should be an alien all the time.
Now we still don't know if there are any hidden consequences.
- Well, ok, Grandpa.
I'll take it easy...
for a millisecond.
Time's up!
- Ah.
So glad we had this chat.
- Interesting.
Your DNA has clearly merged with the Omnitrix
just like young Tennyson's.
- Yeah. Thanks for the lesson, professor.
Now when do I merge my fist with Ben's face?
- After you remove the Omnitrix.
- Unh!
Fat chance! I've tried.
- As have I,
but with my expertise
and the DNA you share with Tennyson,
we can now succeed!
- Listen up, Vilgeek.
I don't take orders,
and I can care less about some stupid watch.
I just want revenge on the little twerp wearing it.
- Which you stand a far better chance of achieving
if he's not wearing the Omnitrix.
- So what are we waiting for?
- Patience.
We can only track him when the Omnitrix is in use.
[beeping]
- Yeah!
- Aah!
- ♪ doo doo doo doo doo doo ♪
♪ doo doo doo doo doo doo doo ♪
- As you look below, you'll see a steel barge
that has been marooned in the upper rapids since 1918.
- [slurp]
- What are you doing?
- Science experiment.
I'm trying to figure out which alien can hock the best loogie.
Heh! Definitely Heatblast.
Heh heh heh!
- I don't know him.
- Aah!
- But we do!
- Unh! Huh?
- And we know all his secrets.
- Kevin, Vilgax? You're--
- Alive!
And about to kick your butt!
- Never figured you were the type
to take on an apprentice, Vilgax.
- Silence! Once this containment field
neutralizes the Omnitrix, grab it.
- I said, never tell me what--hey!
Where'd Tennyson go?
- You can't escape me that easily.
- Arr!
Guess again!
- Unh!
- What's this?
The child's gained new control over the Omnitrix.
- Aah!
- Unh!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
- Aah! - Gotcha!
- [screaming]
- I'm going after Vilgax and Kevin.
- Ben, you can't beat them both.
Together, they're too powerful.
- Oh, yeah? Just watch me.
- He sounds pretty confident.
- Yeah. Too confident.
That's what worries me.
- We should be right on top of him.
- Or he's upon us.
- I stashed something away in here
that should take care of both Vilgax and Kevin.
- The null-void projector?
I thought we left that back in the Plumbers' bunker
at Mount Rushmore.
- I decided it might come in handy again someday.
Unfortunately, I was right.
- Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk!
Come on out, Tennyson, you chicken.
- Enough with your foolishness.
The old man and the girl are the key.
Once we have them, the boy will come to us.
- Grandpa, company!
- When I have the Omnitrix,
I shall enjoy tearing you apart, Tennyson!
- Why wait? Come and get me.
- No!
- I've got them, Grandpa!
- Ben, stay back!
- [groans]
What's happening?
- The null-void.
No!
- Ben!
- Ok. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea.
- Where are we?
- The null-void, an alternate dimension
where the galaxy's worst of the worst are banished.
- Well, I'm the baddest of the bad!
- Oh, yeah? Tell it to them.
- No!
[screeches]
- What was that all about?
- Respect.
I command it, even here.
- Yeah? Well, goody for you.
What about Ben?
- His grandfather will attempt a rescue.
We must find him and extract the Omnitrix before that,
or we'll be trapped in here forever.
- I'm going in after Ben.
- You can't!
- I have to.
- No. I mean, you're the only one who really knows how to work that thing.
- I'll go.
- No. It's too dangerous.
- It's our best chance of getting Ben out of there,
Grandpa, and you know it.
- Hyah! Hyah!
[growls]
Aah!
- Your watch is a homing beacon.
As you find Ben,
you can use it to lead you back to the portal.
- How long do I have?
- I can only keep the portal open for 10 minutes or so.
Once this gauge hits the red zone,
you need to get out, no matter what.
- What's this for?
- Anything that's not Ben.
- Aah!
This place looks like it goes on forever.
- It does, so keep your eyes open.
I'm not even sure what's inside there.
[creatures chattering]
- Aah!
Aah! Aah!
- Gwen, what is it?
- I don't know, but they're small, fast,
and really annoying.
- Hyvex beasts. Keep them away from your rocket pack.
They'll chew it to bits.
- Too late!
- [sniffs]
- Unh!
Gwen, something's gone screwy with the projector.
I don't know how much longer I can keep the portal open.
You have to head back now.
- Not without Ben!
Wait! What's that stink?
- Gwen!
Am I glad to see you.
- The portal's closing! We have to get out of here now!
Aah!
Aaaaah!
Aah!
- Going somewhere without your old pal Kevin?
- Aah!
- Gwen, what's going on?
Gwen?!
- Let her go, or I'll--
- Or you'll what?
Let her go, and you can have the stupid Omnitrix.
- Ben, no!
- We have a deal or don't we, Vilgax?
My cousin for this stupid watch.
- Aah! - Unh!
Aah!
[groaning]
Face! I zeroed it out!
Good luck trying to figure out the master control now!
- Cracking the control combination is child's play
for a master of the omnitrix.
- Oh.
- But who says you're ever getting it?
- Ben!
- Hey, Kevin! What about your revenge?
I'm still alive.
- I figure leaving you stuck in here with your arch enemy
is still pretty sweet,
and if I can use this thing to take over the earth,
even sweeter!
- Gwen, get out before it's too late!
- I told you--Kevin 11 don't take orders from nobody!
- Got it!
Let's go!
- Go where?
Back to your miserable dimension?
First, the Omnitrix.
- Psst. Get rid of it.
- But your powers.
- Are nowhere as important as getting us home.
Toss it now!
- You want it? Go get it!
- You want me?
Come and get me!
- Ben, no!
- I know what I'm doing.
Just go!
- Ha ha ha!
Unh!
- Unh!
Hyah!
- Aah!
- Unh!
- Ben, Gwen!
You're all right.
- Well, mostly all right.
- Listen, Ben, about the watch...
- I know.
I was cocky and totally abused my powers,
and I'm sorry.
Guess that won't happen again
since I'm back to being just plain old Ben.
- Ben, that sacrifice you made for me
was pretty impressive, so here.
I have a present for you.
- Ugh! If this is gonna be some dopey hug or something,
thanks, but I'll pass.
- Ok. Maybe I'll just keep it for myself.
- Whoa! The Omnitrix!
But I saw you throw it away.
- Maybe you're dumb enough to throw the Omnitrix away,
but I'm not.
- So what did you throw?
- The Omnitrix is mine!
[beeping]
Noooooooo!
- Nice job, squidhead.
You blew it for both of us!
[roaring]
- Pretty clever, Gwen.
Ben, I think you owe your cousin a big-time thanks.
- And some big-time get-backs!
Maybe a face full of Stinkfly goop
or a tangle of Wildvine tendrils or--
Grey Matter? Oh, no! I forgot I zeroed out the master control!
- Ha ha ha! Don't sweat it.
There are only, like, 999 million more combinations for you to try.
- That's it! You are so dead!
Unh! Fourarms!
Diamondhead!
Oh, man!
[Grandpa and Gwen laughing]