>> ben: Bottom of the ninth, two
Out, full count.
Tennyson winds up, and...
No way!
This game has got to be rigged.
I totally nailed ben franklin.
>> knock over the ben franklins,
You win a prize.
Knock over squat, you win squat.
>> ben: You'd think in the city
Of brotherly love, they wouldn't
Cheat at the carnival games.
>> max: That's the way life is, ben. You win some. You lose some.
Now, come on. You can't visit philadelphia without seeing the liberty bell.
>> ben: If i just went hero, i'd win every one of those stupid games.
>> gwen: Sure. Use the most powerful device in the universe to cheat at
Whac-a-mole. Real nice.
[ horn honks ] >> ben: [ gasps ] whoa!
Not 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 superpowers ¶ 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 slimy, creepy, fast, and strong ¶ ¶ he's every shape and size
¶ he's ben 10 >> ¶ ben 10 >> ¶ armed with powers, he's on
The case ¶ ¶ fighting off evil from earth or space ¶
¶ he'll never stop till he makes them pay ¶ ¶ 'cause he's the baddest kid to
Ever save the day ¶ ¶ ben 10 >> ¶ ben 10
>> max: They're getting away with the liberty bell. >> ben: Not if xlr8 has anything
To say about it. [ beeping ] >> gwen: Evidently, he doesn't.
>> grey matter: Oh, man! [ horn honks, tires screech ] [ sirens wailing ]
Give me a lift. [ horn honks, sirens wail ] [ rings ]
[ wailing continues ]
Ohh!
Whaaa! Now, this is what i call a sweet landing.
[ sirens wailing ] guess how many jellybeans and win a music pocket.
Way too easy for the little guy with the mega brain. Average size of a jellybean is
1.3 centimeters. We're talking 6,532... 31 jellybeans.
>> gwen: Nice music pocket. How'd you get it? >> ben: Let's just say a little
Friend helped me make a lucky guess. >> gwen: You used grey matter?
That's cheating! >> ben: Whoa. I didn't see any "no aliens
Allowed" signs. >> max: Hey, ben, check it out. Your hometown baseball team, the
Cannons, are in the finals of the little league world series. >> ben: No way!
I was supposed to be on that team. >> gwen: Yeah, if only you could
Hit or throw or run... >> ben: Think we could go, grandpa?
>> gwen: ...Or catch or slide. Stop me if i'm leaving anything out.
>> max: Williamsport, pa -- the birthplace of little league baseball, that honored
Institution, where dreams of greatness are first forged in young minds, along with the life
Lessons of fair play. >> gwen: Hear that, ben? "fair play."
>> ben: Ha! You're just jealous 'cause i won't let you listen to it.
That's all. [ crackling ] >> gwen: What's with all the
Security? >> max: The president is a big baseball fan.
He likes to make an appearance to cheer the kids on.
>> ben: There's the cannons. I'm gonna go say hi. Aah!
[ groans ] no way! >> look who's hanging around
Again, j.T. "wedgie" tennyson. >> ben: Aah!
>> thought you'd be hiding out from us until school started, shrimp!
>> ben: Yeah, well, i've been a little busy saving the world this summer instead, cash.
>> ooh-ooh! Saving the world! Ha!
>> yeah, this pee-wee's in his own world. >> gwen: Friends of yours?
>> ben: Hardly. So, how'd you two jer-- uh, guys make the team, anyway?
>> talent -- 100% pure talent. >> oh, and four guys got chicken pox.
Oh! >> ben: Aw, man. That means i would have made the
Team, too. >> gwen: Yeah, by default. >> all: [ gasp ]
>> came for a preview of what we're gonna do to you in the next game?
>> the score in our last game was 28-3. The next one won't be that
Close. >> yeah? Well, i'd like to see that.
Ow!
>> ben: Hey!
>> gwen: Hello! In case you didn't notice, we're not wearing uniforms.
>> excellent drill. >> max: Drill? They almost took those kids'
Heads off. >> maybe next time they'll stay out of the way.
Good luck, cannons. You'll need it. >> uh, you forgot something.
[ static crackles ] >> all clear. >> max: If the cannons don't win
This game, the series is over.
>> ben: Something about those guys is weird. They're too [gulps] perfect.
[ crowd cheers ]
We want a pitcher, not a hairy -- >> max: Benjamin.
>> ben: What? >> play ball! [ crowd cheers ]
>> [ gasps ]
>> you're out!
You're out! >> ben: Aw, man, we're getting destroyed.
>> gwen: I thought you hated j.T. And cash. >> ben: I do, but i want them to
Stink, not the team.
>> gwen: Listen to these stats i pulled up. The squires' team e.R.A. Is less
Than 1. Slugging percentage -- .986. No one in history -- not the
Majors, minors, college, or little league -- has ever been this perfect.
>> ben: I'll be right back. I need another double-chili cheese dog.
[ crowd cheers ] >> max: Wow! Did you see that home run?
>> gwen: Yeah, that was amazing -- maybe too amazing. Think it's time for a little
Instant replay.
>> xlr8: Ready to take one for the team, cash?
Ha ha ha ha ha! >> ow! >> first base.
>> i'll get you! >> xlr8: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! No pain, no gain, jerk face.
>> [ groans ] >> xlr8: Okay, let's get serious.
[ crowd cheers ]
>> safe! Ballgame. [ crowd cheers ]
>> max: Where's ben? >> gwen: Five chili cheese dogs? One guess.
And i'm so not on bathroom duty.
>> hey, hey, hey! Who rules? Let me tell you.
The cash-ter, the cash-man, sir cash-a-lot!
>> come with us. >> out of my face, weirdo!
>> oh!
>> uh, you guys need to back off those new energy drinks.
>> ben: Ugh, how come doing the right thing sometimes feels so wrong?
>> hungry? How about a knuckle sandwich? Ah!
>> gwen: I knew it! Grandpa, this is super, super, super slow motion.
[ beeps ] >> max: Xlr8. Ben should know better.
You don't cheat in baseball. He'll be grounded for this. >> gwen: Normally, you know i'd
Be doing backflips at the thought of ben busted, but the dweeb might have had a good
Reason to go hero. [ beeps ] i just found out more about the
Squires online. When you cross-reference the squires' roster with the
Baseball hall-of-fame database, the squires have the same names as a bunch of old-time players.
And there's no proof these kids even exist -- no report cards, medical records, nothing.
[ beeping ] >> max: Now, why would a coach be checking on the secret
Service instead of his own team before a game? >> gwen: I don't know, but
Something tells me we're about to find out. Right?
>> ben: Oh, they're robots. That's why they're so good.
>> i don't know how they took control in that last inning, but we cannot risk it happening
Again. Scan them. [ whirring ]
>> [ groans ] i just had the weirdest dream. We were kidnapped by the
Squires. Aah!
>> ben: This would be so cool... If it weren't so freaky! >> these players will be our
Insurance policy. Dispose of the originals... And the spy, while you're at it.
>> ben: Hey!
>> was that tennyson? >> here? That wimp? Get real!
[ beeping ]
>> whoa! It's one of those alien hero guys, like in the news!
Is it just me, or was that thing smiling when it smashed our robots together?
>> support units only. >> diamondhead: Uh-oh.
>> max: We have to free those kids.
>> gwen: [ gasps ] the president! >> team, move out.
>> whoa! These guys take their baseball way too seriously.
>> max: The squires are getting away. >> it's over.
[ beeps ]
>> max: Diamondhead. >> diamondhead: I can take them. >> max: They're not our problem.
That is. It's going to explode.
>> max: [ grunting ] [ whirring ]
>> diamondhead: Go!
>> gwen: Ben? [ beeping, whirring ] >> are those robots all gone?
>> ben: Destroy all humans! >> both: Whoa! >> oh, hardy-har.
You missed all the action, as usual, tennyson. >> ben: Well, for your
Information, me and the guy who just kicked robot butt are -- >> max: Good friends.
He's an old buddy of ours. >> ben: Oh, man! >> gwen: Grandpa, they had a
Copy of the president's face. >> max: If they could switch out those kids for robots, they
Could do the same with the president. >> gwen: We'll need a way to get
On the field to stop them. >> well, thanks for all your help and stuff, but we got a
Game to play.
>> max: Not so fast. >> it's game time, and the favored squires have taken the
Field. >> nine innings and our plan shall be complete.
>> ben: [ chuckles ]
>> hey! What about us? >> gwen: First off, get some new underwear.
Second, don't move. >> first up to bat for the cannons, cash murray.
[ crowd cheers ] >> ben: Guess hero time can wait for just one pitch.
>> stee-rike one! >> ben: Or two. Come on.
You can do this. [ beeping ] >> stee-rike two!
>> gwen: What's he waiting for? >> max: My guess is a fastball, low and away.
>> gwen: Whoo-hoo! Go, ben!
>> you're... >> four arms: Safe, right? >> mm-hmm.
[ all gasp ]
[ beeping ]
>> we got to go, mr. President. >> four arms: Batter's up!
>> max: Mr. President, come with us.
We'll be okay in here.
Ugh! >> gwen: Aah!
>> i don't think so. Soon we shall control the white house.
>> four arms: Not while i'm in the house. Oh, man.
Please tell me that was the fake president. Whew!
That's all of them. >> think again. >> four arms: Huh?!
Welcome to the 7th-inning stretch. Yaahh!
[ beeping ] >> where'd that creature go? I wanted to thank him for his
Bravery. >> max: I'll give him the message, sir.
>> ben: Grandpa! >> we will not be stopped. >> ben: Okay.
Now, that's cheating.
>> gwen: Yo-o-o-u're...Out! Come on. Even i couldn't resist.
>> the details of the attack are a matter of national security, but i am proud to introduce you
To the boy who saved my life. >> ben: Aw, man, they so do not deserve that.
>> max: Just like someone else i know didn't deserve that music pocket.
>> ben: By the way, where is my mu-- >> gwen: It's like i always say,
Ben -- cheaters never prosper. But sometimes their cousins do. >> ben: Okay, i get it.
I don't want to be a cheater. But... >> oh, i know some things about
Courage. Not again! >> xlr8: That doesn't mean i'm
Not a sore loser! >> our entire operation is a failure.
By the crest of the forever knights, a tennyson shall pay with their very lives.