Ben 10: Ultimate Alien s02e21 Episode Script
The Mother of All Vreedles
Oh, my, yes.
The great vault of Sulcus is the most secure depository in the galaxy.
[ Beep .]
Would you like to open an account? On what you might call the contrary.
[ Gun clicks .]
I do believe I'd like to close them all.
It's a stickup.
It's the Vreedle brothers! Drop it, Vreedles! You're outnumbered! [ Footsteps approaching .]
Gametes 'n things closes in half an hour! M-m-ma Vreedle? Yeah.
Hi.
Can't really chat.
Gonna shoot you all now, steal the valuables, make a clean getaway-- Like that.
We give up! Take the money! Don't shoot me! I'm too young and witty to die! That's smart.
You've got nothing to lose by cooperating but money what ain't even yours.
Mm-hmm.
And your dignity and any sense of trustworthiness.
Boid And probably your job.
Boid! What?! We're supposed to be what you call persuading him to cooperate.
That's okay.
That's what I was doing.
Pardon my boys.
They're what you call half-baked.
She's alluding to the fact that she made us from a clone kit way past its "best if used by" date.
Ow! I don't want you thinking all of my kids are ugly and stupid.
I popped out a good one not too long ago.
Pretty boy! There you are.
Aren't you mama's little, little, little angel? Yes, you are.
Mama's little angel.
[ All groan .]
See? He's beautiful! Now give me the loot! [ Groans .]
Rhomboid Vreedle, go out and collect all the jewelry-- and find some more pillowcases! Pbht! So long, Sulcus! [ Laughs .]
What? We promised our daddy we was going straight.
When we joined the plumbers, we said we wasn't gonna steal, kill, and blow stuff up and whatnot.
Clearly, boid, we is what you call "recidivated," which condition I impute to mother love, for ma.
Boys! Turn right! Mama's got to pick up a few sundries.
Then we're going to the sol system! But, ma, boid and my's previous sojourns to that location were fraught with danger and failures to repossess.
[ Crash! .]
Quit your back talk! I said we're going to Earth.
Once again, NASA has reported sighting an incoming meteor heading straight for Earth at unbelievable speed.
Scientists worry that the impact could cause major disruptions to climate.
Oh.
Here we go.
Next thing you know, they'll be using it as an excuse to raise taxes! [ Beep .]
Jetray! About time you got here.
Kevin's scanner spotted a bogey.
We were on our way to intercept.
It's all over the tv, Gwen-- Even the Toon channel.
I was wondering how you heard about it.
[ Beep .]
Uh, t-t-t-this is Magister Patelliday.
All p-plumbers in this sector, respond immediately! This is Ben Tennyson.
We're investigating an incoming meteor.
It's not a meteor, son.
It's a spacecraft piloted by a band of interplanetary bandits.
They're armed and extremely reckless.
You mean "dangerous.
" Which is why I kicked it to you.
Patelliday out.
He's transmitting the plumber's reports on this case.
Let's get a look at these "ruthless killers.
" Who's my pretty boy? Oh! That's right.
You're my pretty boy.
Ma Vreedle? Ben and aah! Where are you going? The other direction.
Nobody messes with ma Vreedle.
As in octagon and rhomboid Vreedle's mother? Yep.
She anything like her kids? Less stupid, more mean.
Are youAfraid of her? Yeah.
Who's dumb enough not to be? Aw, man.
After we're dead, don't say I didn't warn you.
I'm Ben Tennyson-- The Ben Tennyson.
We need to talk.
Talk away.
I'm not here to cause trouble-- Just a mother looking for a nice place to nest.
Do not trust her.
All I want's just a little place to call home and What's 3-5 saline? Like the ocean? Doesn't sound like a problem.
I'd have to look it up, but it sounds like she's after all of it.
I'm going have to ask you to leave.
Here we go.
I suppose I could just go find somewhere else to nest.
Or Boys! Blast them out of the sky! With blithe pleasure.
Ah! Stick's dead! [ Electricity crackles .]
We got this, Ben! Spidermonkey: Spidermonkey! [ Chitters .]
Like water-skiing without the water.
[ Chitters .]
Or the skis.
Did we do you proud, ma? You did okay.
Isn't that right, pretty boy? Is pretty boy a good boy? [ Both groan .]
Be on the lookout for a suitable archipelago.
Well, maybe it's past them little islands.
Yeah, boid.
Could be.
[ Beep .]
Ultimate Spidermonkey: Ultimate spider monkey! We got a stowaway! [ Moans .]
That's okay, pretty boy.
Mama's gonna beat that monkey until he's a bag of monkey juice.
Yes, she is.
Yes, she is.
Hey! Ooh! That's nasty, monkey.
Ultimate Spidermonkey: No! [ Groans .]
[ Both gasp .]
[ Grunts .]
There's Ben! [ Groans .]
I love this planet.
It's juicy! Seems like I been stealing and swiping forever.
But now mama's ready to clone! It's gonna take every drop of seawater they got on this planet, but it's worth it-- to me, I mean.
How many brothers is we gonna get, ma? About 3 or 4 Hundred billion.
[ Gasps .]
[ Munching .]
These prefab cloning factories don't take but a speck of time to assemble.
That there's your best value.
Quit jawing and keep working! Pbht! Keep working.
Your older brothers came from a bad batch.
Yes, they did! They came from a bad batch.
But when I stole some fresh mix and made you, I learned my lesson.
If you just follow the instructions, they come out beautiful! Beautiful! But kids cost a lot-- Not just the cloning, either.
You got to feed them, "edumacate" 'em [ Burps .]
There's tutoring, pianny lessons, 'cause you got to figure a couple billion of them is gonna be gifted, just like a couple billion is gonna breathe in seawater and drown.
That's what you might call a bell curve.
Back to work! Now mama's got her career marauding and plundering and she got the family she always wanted.
It's true! With careful planning, a girl can have it all! Let her rip, boys! Here come the seawater! There go the clone batter! Mama just made the perfect little angel.
Little angel.
Mama just made the perfect little angel again! Little angel.
[ Panting .]
This is aerobic.
[ Grunts .]
For me, too.
Don't know how much longer I can hold it.
[ Both gasp .]
[ Gasps .]
Close enough.
[ Both breathing heavily .]
Don't move a muscle, not even a twitch.
Dang it, boid! We aims to blast 'em, so flexation is what you call "immaterial.
" Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! You can't sneak up on me.
I'm a mother! Aah! [ Groans .]
I call these my apron strings.
It's getting late, Tennyson.
Aah! [ Gun cocks .]
Time for mama to put you down.
Pbht! All: Pbht! [ Grunting .]
As you can see, ma has already began to infest the universe with pretty boy Vreedles.
[ Gunshots .]
Here! [ Grunts .]
[ Groans .]
Sadly, octagon's right.
We was a bad batch.
Aaaah! [ Grunts .]
[ Groans .]
I got one.
You're supposed to be plumbers now.
I thought you two were better than this.
Begging your pardon, but we ain't never been better than anything.
[ Grunts .]
All: Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! [ Crash! .]
As much as I would like to see precisely how a pretty boy blows up-- You're right.
Ma would never forgive us.
[ Grunting .]
This is what you get for interfering with my healthy nesting instinct.
Wait! Are you recording this? What's that, now? A video of the birth-- Births-- As a keepsake? That'd have been nice.
Wish I'd have brung my camera.
Oh, well.
I've got a camera-- in my watch.
What kind of mother doesn't want a video of her kids' birth? Is that important? You have to show them where they came from, or they'll grow up with, uh, no sense of self.
Did promise myself this batch was gonna be gentlemen thieves.
Hi, little angels! This is your mama on the day you was born.
Wait.
I'll give you a cue.
[ Clears throat .]
[ Beep .]
Big chill: Big chill! You tricked me! Big chill: You just getting that now? The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree.
[ Grunting .]
Come out, missy, before your friend gets disincorporated.
Family first, they says.
We're family, too.
We're all plumbers.
Ain't that nice?! [ Chuckles .]
Ain't it? On the contrary, rhomboid.
We now got us a dilemma, between what you call filial duty and the more fraternal type.
That's it.
Who's your real family-- An intergalactic order of peacekeepers or a bunch of pretty boys? [ Grunting .]
What was that for?! I was trying for a non sequitur and went too far.
Rhomboid, this is one of them rare problems that can't be solved with violence.
Oh, no! It's nature versus nurture what lies in the crux of the issue.
I don't want none of either! [ Gunshots .]
Octagon! Rhomboid! Come step on this moth! Aw, ma! We is locked in mortal combat! Do what you're told, 'fore I eradicate your sorry hides.
[ Laughs .]
I don't need you anyway.
The new models are out! [ Beeping .]
Ma tried to blow us up! Which seems somewhat uncalled for.
What are you gonna do about it? Yeah.
What are you-- A man or a Vreedle? We don't get the reference.
[ Groans .]
I ain't so dumb as to blow up my own works! Big chill: You're dumb enough that it was worth a shot.
Wait! I'm a mother, too.
You are? Big chill: Yes.
So I know how you must feel.
Oh, yeah? Where are your kids?! Big chill: I don't know-- In deep space somewhere.
That's probably not the best example.
But I understand.
You want to see your kids succeed, to go further than you did, to Ohh! Ahh! Ohh.
No more playing on my sympathies, of which I don't have much, anyway.
All: No sympathy.
No sympathy.
No sympathy.
No sympathy.
You know what else? Pulped Necrofriggians make the best baby food.
You boys look like you got something to say.
Put the baby down and kick it over to me.
What I believe rhomboid meant to say, ma, is you done brought us up to live by a code.
No, I didn't.
Well, then, pa? [ Scoffs .]
Doubt it.
Well, somewhealong the way, we acquired a code.
And the offing of a whole planet don't rightly reconcile with said code.
You're telling me that I can't kill 6 billion strangers to make What kind of justice is that? I don't rightly know.
Nunh-Unh.
This may require further research.
What does the policeman say? Both: You're under arrest! My own sons turn on me? Ow! I'll murderlize every last one of you! Then I'll murderlize your wretched pa! And then I'll murderlize everybody you know! Ma, you are overreacting considerable.
I'm overreacting?! I'm overreacting?! That strikes one as ironic, right there.
You misbegotten traitors! Octagon and rhomboid Vreedle, how could you turn on your own mother? Well, pa always said there's more than one side to a Vreedle.
Pbht! That's the last of them.
We'll see that they're brought up in the appropriate orphanage.
[ Burps .]
Or zoo.
I trust you fine folks will forget what you seen here.
What? I didn't see anything.
Me neither.
We broke our oath of service to the plumbers and tried to help our mama commit genocide.
I swear, boid, your uptake leaves much to be desired.
At any rate, my brother and I thank you for overlooking what one might call a temporary lapse into our old brand of peccadillo.
Family stuff can get complicated.
Oh, yeah.
No question.
Let's go.
And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for my meddling kids! You're grounded! You're all grounded! Boid, this is gonna require one boatload of therapy.
The great vault of Sulcus is the most secure depository in the galaxy.
[ Beep .]
Would you like to open an account? On what you might call the contrary.
[ Gun clicks .]
I do believe I'd like to close them all.
It's a stickup.
It's the Vreedle brothers! Drop it, Vreedles! You're outnumbered! [ Footsteps approaching .]
Gametes 'n things closes in half an hour! M-m-ma Vreedle? Yeah.
Hi.
Can't really chat.
Gonna shoot you all now, steal the valuables, make a clean getaway-- Like that.
We give up! Take the money! Don't shoot me! I'm too young and witty to die! That's smart.
You've got nothing to lose by cooperating but money what ain't even yours.
Mm-hmm.
And your dignity and any sense of trustworthiness.
Boid And probably your job.
Boid! What?! We're supposed to be what you call persuading him to cooperate.
That's okay.
That's what I was doing.
Pardon my boys.
They're what you call half-baked.
She's alluding to the fact that she made us from a clone kit way past its "best if used by" date.
Ow! I don't want you thinking all of my kids are ugly and stupid.
I popped out a good one not too long ago.
Pretty boy! There you are.
Aren't you mama's little, little, little angel? Yes, you are.
Mama's little angel.
[ All groan .]
See? He's beautiful! Now give me the loot! [ Groans .]
Rhomboid Vreedle, go out and collect all the jewelry-- and find some more pillowcases! Pbht! So long, Sulcus! [ Laughs .]
What? We promised our daddy we was going straight.
When we joined the plumbers, we said we wasn't gonna steal, kill, and blow stuff up and whatnot.
Clearly, boid, we is what you call "recidivated," which condition I impute to mother love, for ma.
Boys! Turn right! Mama's got to pick up a few sundries.
Then we're going to the sol system! But, ma, boid and my's previous sojourns to that location were fraught with danger and failures to repossess.
[ Crash! .]
Quit your back talk! I said we're going to Earth.
Once again, NASA has reported sighting an incoming meteor heading straight for Earth at unbelievable speed.
Scientists worry that the impact could cause major disruptions to climate.
Oh.
Here we go.
Next thing you know, they'll be using it as an excuse to raise taxes! [ Beep .]
Jetray! About time you got here.
Kevin's scanner spotted a bogey.
We were on our way to intercept.
It's all over the tv, Gwen-- Even the Toon channel.
I was wondering how you heard about it.
[ Beep .]
Uh, t-t-t-this is Magister Patelliday.
All p-plumbers in this sector, respond immediately! This is Ben Tennyson.
We're investigating an incoming meteor.
It's not a meteor, son.
It's a spacecraft piloted by a band of interplanetary bandits.
They're armed and extremely reckless.
You mean "dangerous.
" Which is why I kicked it to you.
Patelliday out.
He's transmitting the plumber's reports on this case.
Let's get a look at these "ruthless killers.
" Who's my pretty boy? Oh! That's right.
You're my pretty boy.
Ma Vreedle? Ben and aah! Where are you going? The other direction.
Nobody messes with ma Vreedle.
As in octagon and rhomboid Vreedle's mother? Yep.
She anything like her kids? Less stupid, more mean.
Are youAfraid of her? Yeah.
Who's dumb enough not to be? Aw, man.
After we're dead, don't say I didn't warn you.
I'm Ben Tennyson-- The Ben Tennyson.
We need to talk.
Talk away.
I'm not here to cause trouble-- Just a mother looking for a nice place to nest.
Do not trust her.
All I want's just a little place to call home and What's 3-5 saline? Like the ocean? Doesn't sound like a problem.
I'd have to look it up, but it sounds like she's after all of it.
I'm going have to ask you to leave.
Here we go.
I suppose I could just go find somewhere else to nest.
Or Boys! Blast them out of the sky! With blithe pleasure.
Ah! Stick's dead! [ Electricity crackles .]
We got this, Ben! Spidermonkey: Spidermonkey! [ Chitters .]
Like water-skiing without the water.
[ Chitters .]
Or the skis.
Did we do you proud, ma? You did okay.
Isn't that right, pretty boy? Is pretty boy a good boy? [ Both groan .]
Be on the lookout for a suitable archipelago.
Well, maybe it's past them little islands.
Yeah, boid.
Could be.
[ Beep .]
Ultimate Spidermonkey: Ultimate spider monkey! We got a stowaway! [ Moans .]
That's okay, pretty boy.
Mama's gonna beat that monkey until he's a bag of monkey juice.
Yes, she is.
Yes, she is.
Hey! Ooh! That's nasty, monkey.
Ultimate Spidermonkey: No! [ Groans .]
[ Both gasp .]
[ Grunts .]
There's Ben! [ Groans .]
I love this planet.
It's juicy! Seems like I been stealing and swiping forever.
But now mama's ready to clone! It's gonna take every drop of seawater they got on this planet, but it's worth it-- to me, I mean.
How many brothers is we gonna get, ma? About 3 or 4 Hundred billion.
[ Gasps .]
[ Munching .]
These prefab cloning factories don't take but a speck of time to assemble.
That there's your best value.
Quit jawing and keep working! Pbht! Keep working.
Your older brothers came from a bad batch.
Yes, they did! They came from a bad batch.
But when I stole some fresh mix and made you, I learned my lesson.
If you just follow the instructions, they come out beautiful! Beautiful! But kids cost a lot-- Not just the cloning, either.
You got to feed them, "edumacate" 'em [ Burps .]
There's tutoring, pianny lessons, 'cause you got to figure a couple billion of them is gonna be gifted, just like a couple billion is gonna breathe in seawater and drown.
That's what you might call a bell curve.
Back to work! Now mama's got her career marauding and plundering and she got the family she always wanted.
It's true! With careful planning, a girl can have it all! Let her rip, boys! Here come the seawater! There go the clone batter! Mama just made the perfect little angel.
Little angel.
Mama just made the perfect little angel again! Little angel.
[ Panting .]
This is aerobic.
[ Grunts .]
For me, too.
Don't know how much longer I can hold it.
[ Both gasp .]
[ Gasps .]
Close enough.
[ Both breathing heavily .]
Don't move a muscle, not even a twitch.
Dang it, boid! We aims to blast 'em, so flexation is what you call "immaterial.
" Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! You can't sneak up on me.
I'm a mother! Aah! [ Groans .]
I call these my apron strings.
It's getting late, Tennyson.
Aah! [ Gun cocks .]
Time for mama to put you down.
Pbht! All: Pbht! [ Grunting .]
As you can see, ma has already began to infest the universe with pretty boy Vreedles.
[ Gunshots .]
Here! [ Grunts .]
[ Groans .]
Sadly, octagon's right.
We was a bad batch.
Aaaah! [ Grunts .]
[ Groans .]
I got one.
You're supposed to be plumbers now.
I thought you two were better than this.
Begging your pardon, but we ain't never been better than anything.
[ Grunts .]
All: Pbht! Pbht! Pbht! [ Crash! .]
As much as I would like to see precisely how a pretty boy blows up-- You're right.
Ma would never forgive us.
[ Grunting .]
This is what you get for interfering with my healthy nesting instinct.
Wait! Are you recording this? What's that, now? A video of the birth-- Births-- As a keepsake? That'd have been nice.
Wish I'd have brung my camera.
Oh, well.
I've got a camera-- in my watch.
What kind of mother doesn't want a video of her kids' birth? Is that important? You have to show them where they came from, or they'll grow up with, uh, no sense of self.
Did promise myself this batch was gonna be gentlemen thieves.
Hi, little angels! This is your mama on the day you was born.
Wait.
I'll give you a cue.
[ Clears throat .]
[ Beep .]
Big chill: Big chill! You tricked me! Big chill: You just getting that now? The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree.
[ Grunting .]
Come out, missy, before your friend gets disincorporated.
Family first, they says.
We're family, too.
We're all plumbers.
Ain't that nice?! [ Chuckles .]
Ain't it? On the contrary, rhomboid.
We now got us a dilemma, between what you call filial duty and the more fraternal type.
That's it.
Who's your real family-- An intergalactic order of peacekeepers or a bunch of pretty boys? [ Grunting .]
What was that for?! I was trying for a non sequitur and went too far.
Rhomboid, this is one of them rare problems that can't be solved with violence.
Oh, no! It's nature versus nurture what lies in the crux of the issue.
I don't want none of either! [ Gunshots .]
Octagon! Rhomboid! Come step on this moth! Aw, ma! We is locked in mortal combat! Do what you're told, 'fore I eradicate your sorry hides.
[ Laughs .]
I don't need you anyway.
The new models are out! [ Beeping .]
Ma tried to blow us up! Which seems somewhat uncalled for.
What are you gonna do about it? Yeah.
What are you-- A man or a Vreedle? We don't get the reference.
[ Groans .]
I ain't so dumb as to blow up my own works! Big chill: You're dumb enough that it was worth a shot.
Wait! I'm a mother, too.
You are? Big chill: Yes.
So I know how you must feel.
Oh, yeah? Where are your kids?! Big chill: I don't know-- In deep space somewhere.
That's probably not the best example.
But I understand.
You want to see your kids succeed, to go further than you did, to Ohh! Ahh! Ohh.
No more playing on my sympathies, of which I don't have much, anyway.
All: No sympathy.
No sympathy.
No sympathy.
No sympathy.
You know what else? Pulped Necrofriggians make the best baby food.
You boys look like you got something to say.
Put the baby down and kick it over to me.
What I believe rhomboid meant to say, ma, is you done brought us up to live by a code.
No, I didn't.
Well, then, pa? [ Scoffs .]
Doubt it.
Well, somewhealong the way, we acquired a code.
And the offing of a whole planet don't rightly reconcile with said code.
You're telling me that I can't kill 6 billion strangers to make What kind of justice is that? I don't rightly know.
Nunh-Unh.
This may require further research.
What does the policeman say? Both: You're under arrest! My own sons turn on me? Ow! I'll murderlize every last one of you! Then I'll murderlize your wretched pa! And then I'll murderlize everybody you know! Ma, you are overreacting considerable.
I'm overreacting?! I'm overreacting?! That strikes one as ironic, right there.
You misbegotten traitors! Octagon and rhomboid Vreedle, how could you turn on your own mother? Well, pa always said there's more than one side to a Vreedle.
Pbht! That's the last of them.
We'll see that they're brought up in the appropriate orphanage.
[ Burps .]
Or zoo.
I trust you fine folks will forget what you seen here.
What? I didn't see anything.
Me neither.
We broke our oath of service to the plumbers and tried to help our mama commit genocide.
I swear, boid, your uptake leaves much to be desired.
At any rate, my brother and I thank you for overlooking what one might call a temporary lapse into our old brand of peccadillo.
Family stuff can get complicated.
Oh, yeah.
No question.
Let's go.
And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for my meddling kids! You're grounded! You're all grounded! Boid, this is gonna require one boatload of therapy.