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♪ Ben 10! ♪
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Finally!
After 5 billion years trapped in the Rustbucket,
I'm free to conquer this cornfield
for the Cat's Eye Empire!
Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
[ Roars ]
Gwen, you can't just conquer this cornfield.
Someone already owns it, namely the Flower Shirt Empire!
Ooh. [ Laughs ]
[ Grunts ] Too late.
Cat's Eye Empire controls the high ground!
Well, us Flower Shirts have control of the food supply.
[ Both imitate lasers firing ]
The enemy is closing in. Retreat!
You won't get away. Warp drive!
Warp drive is making gravity spin!
[ Gasps ]
That's the cutest thing I've ever seen!
-What is it? -That's the elusive jackalope.
Half rabbit, half antelope, and all trickster.
Sounds like a powerful addition to the Cat's Eye Empire.
Or the Flower Empire.
[ Crackling ]
Oh, it's no use.
We're both too powerful. We're at a stalemate.
You're right. In order for one of us to win,
we'd need reinforcements to turn the tide of battle.
Ben. Ben.
For the Cat's Eye Empire!
Flower Shirts forever!
[ Thunder crashes ]
[ Chuckles ] Genius.
[ Yawns ]
[ Snoring ]
-Outside to Ben! -Aah!
The Cat's Eye Empire needs you. No, thanks.
-The jackalope will be mine! -That's nice.
Forget the TV. The Cat Eye Empire needs you.
On their side!
I'm gonna go ahead and side with reality.
-But -- -Make believe's for babies.
Aren't you a bit old to be playing pretend?
I'm only 65.
You're missing out on the jackalope!
The furry fiend of folklore
whose pranks are praised across these prairie lands.
You may never see such a rare sight again.
I see rare monsters every day.
Difference here is jackalopes are fake, and fake is boring!
[ Thunder rumbles, crashing ]
That came out of nowhere, huh?
Come on! You used to be fun.
Where's your sense of imagination?
Gwen, appeals to imagination aren't going to work on Ben.
[ Chuckles ] But I know what'll get him moving.
♪ Prairie Pudding? ♪
♪ Prairie Pudding smells so yummy ♪
♪ Prairie Pudding tastes so good ♪
♪ Prairie Pudding has no MSG ♪
Announcer: Prairie Pudding, all natural.
Pudding truce?
Absolutely!
[ Sniffs ]
So sugary and pungent.
Mmm.
Huh? [ Sniffs ]
Aah!
[ Sniffs ] That smell. Is that...
[ Gasps ]
Eat me!
[ Gasps ] Yes, Prairie Pudding.
Your wish is my command.
Hey, who locked this door?
Oh, that would be little old fake me.
You think this guy's funny?
Ugh! We got some work ahead of us.
Okay, maybe Gwen was right.
Been inside too long.
Listen up, cabin fever.
Put that down and move away from the cartoons.
What? What's going on here?
All right, Ben, DEFCON 1. You smell that?
[ Sniffs ] Ahh.
Maybe you can resist Prairie Pudding,
but nobody stays inside
when there's jelly burgers on the grill.
Grandpa, look out behind you!
A jacka--
Hey! What's the big idea?
[ Groans ] What are you trying to prove?
Sorry, cuz. I didn't think this thing would work
with me not being part of reality and all.
Reality!
Would you stop it? I'm trying to tell you
there's a jackalope on the loose, for real, real.
It's about to grill my cartoons!
Huh? Come on, Ben.
You know I never use electronics on my food.
It ruins the flavor profile.
Oh, a real, real jackalope.
That explains it.
Explains what?
What was the one for?
Because you said jackalopes are fake!
[ Gasps ] Who would say such a thing?
Aah! Back, you freak show.
Did you just call me a freak show? Grandpa!
What? No, no, no, no!
Gwen, I called the jackalope a freak show.
He's real! He's in the driver's seat.
He is! It's a frame job!
Listen to your brethren!
-Now that's a real bummer. -Aah!
Doesn't feel too good when no one believes you.
A dream. That's all this is.
I fell asleep watching cartoons and -- where's the door handle?
Is that what this thing is called?
Ah, I wouldn't know, because I don't have hands.
Mmm-mmm.
Aah! Stop eating that!
But how can I have eaten it when I don't exist?
Oooooh-ahh!
-Aah! -[ Laughs ]
I get it. You're mad I called you fake.
[ Grunts ] I was wrong. You're real.
Sorry. Happy now?
Nope, you were right. I am fake.
[ Laughs ] Aah! Stop trashing the Rustbucket!
Sorry, I can't hear too well with my big fake ears.
Did you say start up the Rustbucket?
And the worst part, I don't know what a freak show is.
Mm-hmm. Hey, uh, Gwen, have you seen my keys?
[ Laughs ]
How many horses this thing got?
Gotcha! Aah!
Taking a nap, huh?
[ Chuckles ] Boop!
Let's get this show on the road!
[ Groans ]
I'm sorry, did you want to drive?
Aah!
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[ Thunder crashes ]
Phew! Now, this is more my speed.
Okay, so you guys go here.
And the Rustbucket goes over here.
Ha! Driving is so much easier in slow motion.
Didn't see that one coming.
Let's see if you can see when I do that.
Dude! I don't get it.
You're mad if I call you fake, you're mad if I call you real.
What's your problem? -Whoo!
Problem? Problem? Who's got a problem? I don't got a problem.
You, on the other hand, different story.
[ Grunts ]
[ Both grunt ]
[ Jackalope laughs ]
[ Ben shouting, grunting ]
You're the one who said fake was boring.
Mmm. When faced with something you just don't get, Ben,
sometimes the best you can do is fake it until you make it.
Don't you agree?
I don't need to fake it. I got something way better.
It's called the Omnitrix!
Changing your shape don't change your mind.
Too bad, because then I wouldn't have to be here.
Unfortunately, that requires something
a little more powerful than an alien doodad.
It's called imagination. Think about it, Ben.
Fake things are an essential part of life. [ Horn honks ]
Seriously? A lesson in make believe?
Thanks, fake rabbit. Imagination ain't just for kids.
Rrr! Wrong. Again. I said essential.
Planes, medicine, computers, spaceships, cartoons.
None of it real without being fake first.
Make believe ain't for wimps,
and, Ben, mentally speaking, you're a wimp.
[ Horn honks ]
[ Both grunt ]
Even your little Omnitrix had to be dreamt up by someone.
I-I-I guess that's true. So what's your point?
Haven't I been making it for the past 10 minutes?
To have a strong, healthy imagination, you got to work it.
[ Tires screech ]
[ Both grunting ]
Real or not,
anyone who messes with me and my family is going down!
Imagination can't be beaten.
It can only be dismissed at great peril. [ Beeping ]
Uh-oh. Consider this your psychic wake-up call!
Aah! Huh?
Don't forget me.
Next time, I won't be as friendly.
Aah!
[ Grunts ]
Aah!
[ Tires screech ]
Ben! What the heck is going on?
The jackalope, we have to go after him.
He threw me out the window,
and now he's getting away with the Rustbucket.
I'm not crazy!
[ Laughs ] Whoa.
Stop laughing! I'm not making this up.
The jackalope was the one behind all of this.
He hijacked the Rustbucket
to teach me a lesson about imagination or something.
Look, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.
Imagination is way more powerful than I thought.
Now the Rustbucket is trashed
and we'll have to walk to Nebraska.
[ Wailing ] Nebraska!
So, the Rustbucket's totally trashed, huh?
Yeah, why? Aah!
Aah! But -- But -- But...
Aah!
But -- But he tore into the floor here.
There was cereal everywhere.
All right, Ben, good prank.
-It isn't a prank! -I found more Prairie Pudding!
Hey, way to use your imagination.
Now take a seat.
This was fun, but it's time to get back on the road.
Okay, so this was all a dream, I guess.
Nothing got wrecked, no lessons got learned.
Everything's fine! Right, Gwen? Right?
Max: All right, say bye to the rest stop, kiddos.
Tell me you saw that.
Saw what?
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