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♪ Ben 10! ♪
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Who's ready to love the '90s all over again?
There's so much Lucky Girl stuff I haven't bought yet.
I never did get that gold sumo slammer.
Oh, kids, I'll show you something so much better.
Behold, the CD Underbelly.
The...what?
The CD Underbelly.
You know, CDs?
I see dose, but what are dey?
So it's like MP3s but before the Internet?
-Before the Internet? -Well, sure.
CDs were the best portable way
to listen to your favorite music
back when I was a much younger man,
whether it was on the road,
chilling at your pad,
or at your favorite '90s swap meet.
So you're telling me one of these whole-song donuts
only has, like, 10 tracks on it?
And if you break it, it's just, like, gone forever?
There's nothing good about these.
That's a harsh assumption to make.
Give them a chance. -Sorry, Grandpa.
I think we'll stick with our assumptions.
And our 21st-century technology.
Maybe we were being harsh.
No way. We have great manners.
Young Gwendolyn, would you care
to accompany me to the toy aisle?
Only after you, my good cousin.
And I thank you. Ah!
Kevin, I can't believe --
You know what? I can believe it.
You're always in my way.
[ Yawns ]
Oh, pardon me.
By all means, go ahead of me.
That can't be Kevin.
His manners are even better than mine.
You're right. Must be some other guy with bad hair.
What do you mean?
It's me-e-e-e-e.
[ Grunts ]
-Hmm. -Um, is he okay?
Please. He's totally faking it,
or he's hypnotized or trying to distract us from someone worse.
Either way, it's part of someone somewhere's evil plan,
and I am so over it.
Benjamin.
Ben. Benny.
Buddy.
[ Snoring ]
[ Gasps ]
I'm just looking for a CD.
Aren't we all just looking for a CD in this crazy world?
Hey.
What's this CD really do, Kevin?
Is it a ninja star, sonic mind control,
an audiobook for world domination?
"Audiobook for World Domination"?
Oh, that's a great album, if I do say so myself. [ Groans ]
Announcer: DJ G-PA! "Audiobook for World Domination."
Aw, I think it's great you two are bonding over CDs.
We're not!
Thank you for that important addition to my collection.
Gwen: [ Gasps ] It's Lord Decibel.
I told you there was an evil plan!
[ Ting! ]
[ Grunts ]
I've heard of bad opening acts [grunts] but Kevin?
[ Grunts ] -Oh please.
I'm a solo artist.
[ Grunts ]
And working for Decibel?
Aw, that's low, even for you.
Huh? What?
Ugh, whatever.
You're not the only one who can drop the bass.
[ Grunts ] Hmm? [ Grunts ]
Anytime you want to jump in and monologue
about your evil plan --
Stop wasting time with that brat
and focus on my new noise cancelers.
This barrier of pure sound can handle anything you throw at it.
That sounds like a challenge.
[ Grunting ]
[ Both panting ]
-[ Grunts ] -Phew! That was close.
Ben, you're endangering people.
Humungousaur is the wrong choice.
We need to retreat and make a plan.
[ Groans ]
Ugh. I guess you're right.
Not so fast.
I prefer a captive audience.
[ People screaming ]
Welcome to the show. Aren't you lucky?
You all have front-row tickets to the world premiere
of my ultimate playlist.
CDs -- they've got a certain digital quality
unmatched by MP3s,
especially when enhanced by my speakers.
It just makes you want to dance.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Grandpa, quit agreeing with the supervillain.
Well, he's right.
I-I mean, uh, uh, get to the point, Decibel.
Ah, "DJ G-PA," you'll be the first.
♪♪
Huh?
Grandpa, stop dancing.
I can't. I got the music in me.
[ Laughs maniacally ]
I can make grandpas dance.
I can make hipsters dance.
I can even make dogs dance.
-Huh? -Huh?
Humans can't hear it, but it's very catchy.
Just imagine -- cops, billionaires, kings.
Unless they pay me a huge ransom,
I'll never let them stop.
They'll dance forever, even you, Tennyson.
I'd like to see you try.
Very well.
♪♪
I must admit, I haven't yet located the CD
that makes children dance.
Oh, what do kids these days even listen to?
Wait, I get it.
Someone is finding that CD for Decibel.
Kevin.
Found it.
Finally. Now I can -- Aah!
Give me that CD.
-I need it. -That must be it.
Huh? Hey!
Aah! [ Grunts ]
[ Grunts ] Right.
Forgot about the barrier.
[ Grunting ]
Hey, buddy.
Oh, what now?
You going to get me while I'm stuck like this?
Me? Never.
Let's just skip that part and help each other out.
[ Grunts ]
Why are you being so weird?
[ Both grunt ]
Bye-bye, bad CD.
Don't you dare.
Aah! -Huh?
[ Both grunt ]
Get away from that.
You brats wrecked my mixer.
I just finished paying it off, too.
Give me that CD.
Got it.
[ Grunts ] My CD.
Oh, no, you don't. [ Grunts ]
Finally.
Wait, I can't touch the CD.
It'll melt from my fire fingies.
Good thing these giant mittens are here.
[ Grunts, chuckles ] I'm so smart.
Don't touch the disc, you fool.
You'll completely obliterate it.
That's what these mitts are for.
[ Grunts ]
Stop running!
I hate children.
Grandpa, we got to help Ben.
I'll go and try to get the CD while they're distracted.
And I'll go and sabotage Lord Decibel's disc collection.
[ Grunting ] [ Sighs ] Sorry, baby.
Team Destroy.
Kevin! [ Both grunt ]
Yoink! [ Chuckles ]
I think you have something that belongs to me.
-Get away from me. -Huh?
I'm coming, Gwen.
[ Both grunt ]
Okay, seriously?
What are you doing?
You're not helping him or me.
What is your end goal here?
Ben, I'm gonna be real with you.
I haven't slept in six days. [ Yawns ]
I team up with peoples, but him?
Don't know him, don't care.
What I do know is I'm not functional enough
to walk around.
Why do you think I'm wearing this again?
I just need that CD to help me sleep.
That adds up. And while we got time,
I'll just say sorry for not listening earlier.
I'll help, but we got to stop Decibel first.
[ Omnitrixes beep ] Oh, sick.
Timed in. -Me, too.
Hey, if you're still in for that team-up,
I'll transform into somebody strong to crush his equipment,
and you can knock out his sound with something loud.
I get what you're saying.
Pick Bashmouth.
Thanks. I totally didn't get it.
[ Roars ]
[ Beeping ]
Gwen, did you get the CD?
I got it. It's over, Lord Decibel.
Yeah. I've completely destroyed your flying machine.
Is that so?
[ Grunts ] Let's dance.
Team D-Destroy?
-[ Grunts ] -[ Roars ]
Kevin, you can destroy his waves with your bark.
Maybe you could -- -Not moving. Too tired.
Ah, fine, you baby.
Just hit my back and bark me through his waves.
Deal? -Deal.
[ Roars ]
The music isn't having any effect.
I guess I'll have to turn up the frequency.
-Look out! -Thanks, bro.
Don't worry. -We got your back.
Together: Whoa!
Did we just explode?
Ouch. Whew! Now, where's that disc?
I'll be taking that.
[ Grunting ] No.
Thanks for nothing.
With this disk, I'll control everyone
and get all the cash I deserve.
Once it plays, not even you posers will stop me.
Time to drop the bass.
Man: Hey, kiddo, could you hand me that socket wrench?
Oh, not that one, the 3/4 one.
Aw, thanks, champ.
Do you know how proud I am of you?
Hand me that level, would ya?
[ Chuckles ] Attaboy.
No! The autonomous sensory meridian response
has completely chilled out my frequencies.
-The who-the-what's-it now? -ASMR.
It's a series of sounds that help people relax or even...
-[ Snoring ] -...sleep.
Quick, while he's distracted by whatever that is.
[ All grunting ]
-Get out of there. -Okay.
You asked for it.
Man: You know, I was thinking of repairing the driveway.
Aah!
Why are we here?
I heard that Tennyson kid is here.
Just give it a sec.
[ Grunts ] My visor is shattered.
I can't see. Ah, no matter.
I just got to [grunts] feel around for...
Aha! An escape vehicle.
Later, chumps. -See?
[ Chuckles ] Thanks, bro.
Well, I couldn't have done it without you.
Whoo-hoo! High five to myself.
That was amazing.
Still want to hit up the toy section?
You know what? Let's give the CD's a chance.
Grandpa's waited to listen with us.
-[ Snoring ] -Not now, kids, not now.
♪♪
High five to myself.