[ TOOL WHIRRING ]
YOU GUYS HERE FOR THE SAFE-CRACKING JOB?
TAKE A NUMBER.
SO, WHAT'S THE STORY ABOUT THIS GUY?
HE'S SHELLING OUT A COOL MILLION TO BUST OPEN A SAFE.
THAT'S ALL ANYBODY NEEDS TO KNOW.
P'Andor: NEXT!
SO, WHERE'S THE SAFE THAT NEEDS CRACKING?
P'Andor: YOU'RE LOOKING AT IT.
O-KAY.
[ ELECTRONIC CRACKLING ] [ ZAPPING ]
WHAT IS THIS MADE OF?!
P'Andor: NEXT!
THIS SHOULD BE FUN.
[ LAUGHING MANIACALLY ] [ METAL SCRAPING ]
[ METAL CLATTERING ]
I'VE GOT ANOTHER BLADE RIGHT HERE.
P'Andor: NEXT!
AAAAAAAAAAH!
[ METAL CLANGING ]
[ BREATHING HEAVILY ]
P'Andor: NEXT!
I SAID, "NEXT!"
[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ]
Kevin: SORRY. AM I LATE?
P'Andor: I DIDN'T REALIZE THERE WAS AN OSMOSIAN ON THIS
PLANET OR A SUPPLY OF TAEDENITE.
Kevin: YOU GUYS MIGHT WANT TO MOVE BACK.
[ TAEDENITE SCRAPING ]
[ GRUNTS ]
THAT'S $1 MILLION CASH, RIGHT?
[ BEEPING RAPIDLY ]
RADIATION?, WHAT DO YOU GOT IN THERE, BIG GUY?
P'Andor: DON'T ASK QUESTIONS.
JUST OPEN IT.
Kevin: DON'T THINK SO -- NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT'S GOING
ON HERE.
P'Andor: YOU OPEN UP THIS SUIT, AND I PAY YOU.
THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.
Kevin: THAT'S NOT HOW I DO BUSINESS.
GENTLEMEN.
P'Andor: $100,000 TO WHOEVER STOPS HIM!
[ LAUGHS MANIACALLY ]
Kevin: [ GRUNTS ] AAH!
Kevin: WASTING YOUR TIME, FELLAS.
NOTHING'S HARDER THAN TAEDENITE.
[ GRUNTS ]
UNH!
DO I STILL GET THE 100 GRAND IF I BRING HIM BACK IN PIECES?
P'Andor: LET HIM GO.
I HAVE EVERYTHING I NEED.
Gwen: ANY SIGN OF OUR ALIEN FUGITIVES?
Ben: NOTHING.
I'M STARTING TO WONDER ABOUT JIMMY'S ALIEN-SIGHTING TIP.
Gwen: BECAUSE 10-YEAR-OLD INTERNET FAN GEEKS ARE KNOWN FOR
THEIR SCRUPULOUS FACT CHECKING?
Ben: JIMMY'S USUALLY RIGHT, THOUGH.
MAYBE KEVIN HAD BETTER LUCK.
Gwen: WE SHOULD'VE HEARD FROM HIM BY NOW.
IT'S NOT LIKE HIM NOT TO CALL.
Ben: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
IT'S TOTALLY LIKE HIM NOT TO CALL.
Gwen: I MEAN NOT TO CALL ME.
Ben: OH.
[ TIRES SCREECHING ]
Kevin: I FOUND ONE OF OUR MISSING ALIENS.
THIS ONE'S HOT -- REALLY HOT.
Ben: P'ANDOR?
Kevin: YEP.
AND WHATEVER HE IS INSIDE THAT ARMOR, WE DO NOT WANT TO LET HIM OUT.
Gwen: SO, HOW CAN WE HELP HIM?
Kevin: HELP HIM?
I'M GONNA GO BACK THERE AND PUT A BEATING ON HIM.
YOU GUYS IN OR WHAT?
Gwen: WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE RESCUING THE ESCAPED ALIENS,
NOT ATTACK THEM.
Kevin: FINE.
RESCUE WHAT'S LEFT AFTER I POUND HIM.
Ben: I HATE TO TAKE SIDES, BUT KEVIN'S RIGHT.
Gwen: HE IS?
Kevin: I AM?
Ben: WELL, HALF RIGHT.
WE NEED TO GO BACK THERE TO INVESTIGATE.
Kevin: FINE.
WE'LL INVESTIGATE.
THEN WE'LL POUND HIM.
Gwen: I'M NOT PICKING UP ANY RADIATION.
YOU SURE THIS IS THE RIGHT PLACE?
Kevin: YEAH, AND WE NEED TO FIND P'ANDOR FAST BEFORE HE
ESCAPES FROM THAT ARMOR.
Ben: I THOUGHT NOTHING COULD PENETRATE IT.
Kevin: EXCEPT THE TAEDENITE SAMPLE I MIGHT'VE ACCIDENTLY
LEFT BEHIND.
Ben: WHY WERE YOU SEARCHING FOR ALIEN FUGITIVES WITH A
TAEDENITE SAMPLE?
Kevin: I MIGHT NOT HAVE EXACTLY BEEN SEARCHING FOR ALIENS.
I MEAN, I WAS AT FIRST.
THEN I HEARD A RUMOR ABOUT A GUY OFFERING BIG MONEY TO BUST OPEN
A...
DIFFICULT THING TO BUST OPEN.
Ben: AND SO YOU THOUGHT YOU'D PICK UP SOME EXTRA CASH BY
IRRADIATING AN ENTIRE CITY?
Kevin: I DIDN'T OPEN IT, DID I?
Ben: NO.
YOU JUST LEFT BEHIND THE ONE THING HE NEEDED TO DO IT L HIMSELF.
AND NOW WE HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO FIND HIM.
Gwen: YES, WE DO.
WHOEVER TOUCHED THIS CASE LAST, HE'S CLOSE.
[ DRILL WHIRRING ]
WHOA, SHUT IT OFF -- NOW! DID WE JUST STRIKE URANIUM?
RADIATION LEVELS ARE SPIKING LIKE CRAZY!
WE NEED TO CLEAR OUT OF HERE RIGHT --
[ EXPLOSION ]
STEP AWAY FROM THE DRILL! I'D HATE TO MESS UP MY NICE, NEW BUZZ SAW!
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
P'Andor: OUT OF OUR WAY! JHumongousaur: ROAD'S CLOSED, LOSERS.
AAAAAAAAAAAH!
Humongousaur: OW!
[ GROANS ] [ SHOUTS ]
UNH!
Humongousaur: I'D LIKE A WORD WITH YOUR BOSS.
Kevin: I WANT THAT TAEDENITE BACK!
UNH!
Gwen: WE SHOULD TRY TALKING BEFORE WE START HITTING.
Kevin: [ GRUNTS ] IT WORKS BETTER FOR ME THE OTHER
WAY AROUND.
Gwen: IT'S ALL RIGHT.
WE KNOW YOU'RE ON THE RUN FROM AGGREGOR.
WE'VE ALREADY HELPED TWO OF YOUR FRIENDS.
WE'RE NOT HERE TO HURT YOU.
WE JUST WANT TO HELP YOU GET HOME.
P'Andor: IF YOU REALLY WANT TO HELP, THEN FREE ME FROM THIS ARMOR.
I AM STARVING INSIDE THIS PRISON!
[ WARBLING ] Kevin: DON'T!
Gwen: UNH!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Kevin: I'M TELLING YOU, YOU DO NOT WANT TO BUST THAT THING OPEN.
Gwen: BUSTING THINGS IS YOUR JOB.
I WAS JUST TRYING TO READ THE ARMOR -- FIGURE OUT HOW IT WORKS.
[ WARBLING ] L
Kevin: WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!
[ METAL CLANGING ] AAH!
UNH!
Humongousaur: ENOUGH OF THIS!
TIME TO GO ULTIMATE!
[ BEEPING ]
Ultimate Humongousaur: ULTIMATE HUMONGOUSAUR!
YOU MESS WITH MY FRIENDS, YOU MESS WITH...
UH-OH.
Kevin: OW!
Ultimate Humongousaur: SORRY.
Kevin: I TOTALLY FORGIVE YOU.
ANYBODY CAN MAKE A MISTAKE.
Gwen: LIKE LEAVING THE TAEDENITE BEHIND?
Kevin: FOR INSTANCE.
Ultimate Humongousaur: P'ANDOR GOT AWAY WITH THE DRILL!
Gwen: ONLY BECAUSE YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN THINKING WITH YOUR
FISTS INSTEAD OF YOUR BRAINS.
Kevin: WELL, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU TRIED TO HELP
THAT GUY?
Gwen: I'M THINKING HE'S SCARED, ON THE RUN FROM
AGGREGOR, AND PROBABLY STARVING TO DEATH.
WOULDN'T YOU BE DESPERATE TO GET OUT OF THAT ARMOR?
Kevin: SO, DESPERATION MAKES HIM TRUSTWORTHY?
Gwen: NO.
HE'LL NEVER TRUST US IF WE KEEP ATTACKING HIM.
Kevin: EVER THINK MAYBE HE'S SEALED INSIDE THAT ARMOR FOR A REASON?
Ultimate Humongousaur: GUYS, I'M GETTING A CRAMP HERE!
Kevin: HE'S RADIOACTIVE.
IF WE LET HIM OUT OF THAT SUIT, HE'LL KILL EVERYBODY WHO COMES
NEAR HIM.
Gwen: SO WE LET HIM STARVE TO DEATH?
THAT'S COLD, EVEN FOR YOU.
Kevin: NOT COLD -- SENSIBLE.
YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S NOT THINKING STRAI-- AAH!
YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!
Gwen: I LOST MY CONCENTRATION.
Kevin: THAT'S IT!
I'M OUT OF HERE!
[ METAL SCRAPING ]
WE'RE GONNA NEED ANOTHER DRILL.
P'Andor: NO.
WE NEED THE OSMOSIAN.
[ TIRES SCREECH ]
Kevin: JUST WHAT I NEEDED.
[ TIRES SCREECH ]
[ SAW WHIRRING ] Kevin: [ GROANS ]
LET'S OPEN HIM UP AND SEE WHAT'S INSIDE.
WAIT. WE NEED HIM ALIVE.
THIS OPERATION REQUIRES PRECISION AND ACCURACY.
Kevin: [ GROANS ]
[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ]
P'Andor: TIME TO FINISH THE JOB YOU STARTED, OSMOSIAN.
Kevin: HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM?
STUPID ENOUGH TO GET CAUGHT.
STUPID ENOUGH TO PASS UP A MILLION BUCKS.
STUPID ENOUGH TO TAKE US ON.
COME ON, YOU LOUSY FREAK!
WHAT, ARE YOU AFRAID?
YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND WOULD PUT UP MORE OF A FIGHT.
Kevin: [ SHOUTS ] [ SHOUTS ]
P'Andor: ALSO...
YOU'RE STUPID ENOUGH TO DO THAT.
FREE!
P'Andor: AT LAST, NO LONGER BOUND BY THE SHACKLES OF THAT ARMOR!
[ TIRES SCREECH ] Gwen: KEVIN, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
Kevin: THOUGHT YOU WERE MAD AT ME.
Ben: MORE LIKE AFRAID YOU'D DO SOMETHING STUPID.
Kevin: GOOD CALL.
Ben: NOTHING I CAN'T HANDLE!
[ BEEP ] UNCATALOGED DNA DETECTED.
Ben: NOT NOW.
Gwen: HE'S JUST CELEBRATING.
HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING.
P'Andor: [ GRUNTS ] [ ELECTRICITY CRACKLING ]
[ BEEPING RAPIDLY ] Gwen: YOUR NATURAL FORM IS
HARMFUL TO HUMANS.
WE CAN ARRANGE A RIDE HOME FOR YOU.
P'Andor: NOW, WHY WOULD I EVER GO HOME?
THIS PLANET IS LIKE AN ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT BUFFET.
AAH!
UNKNOWN DNA SAMPLE ACQUIRED.
SCAN COMPLETE.
P'Andor: YOUR WEAPON CANNOT HURT ME.
Gwen: IT'S NOT A WEAP-- Ben: GWEN!
Jetray: JETRAY!
Kevin: GWEN!
Gwen: [ MOANS ] Kevin: GWEN...
OH, MAN, DON'T EVER DO THAT.
Jetray: WHOA.
P'ANDOR, YOU CAN'T STAY ON EARTH.
YOUR RADIATION WILL EVENTUALLY KILL US!
P'Andor: I APPRECIATE THE SNACK, AEROPHIBIAN.
Jetray: UNH!
P'Andor: BUT I SENSE A FULL MEAL NEARBY.
THIS MEAN WE'RE NOT GETTING PAID?!
[ ALL SHOUT ] [ GROANS ]
THAT'S A "NO."
[ ROCKS CLATTER ]
Gwen: GO AHEAD -- SAY, "I TOLD YOU SO."
Kevin: FORGET IT.
YOU'RE ALMOST ALWAYS RIGHT, AND YOU NEVER CALL ME ON IT.
I DO HAVE A PLAN, THOUGH.
Jetray: SO, HOW DO YOU STOP AN ALIEN YOU CAN'T EVEN TOUCH?
WHAT WOULD GWEN DO?
MAKE FRIENDS WITH HIM.
THAT'S STUPID.
OR MAYBE NOT!
HE'S ALREADY GOT FRIENDS ON EARTH.
[ BEEP ]
P'ANDOR! IT'S ME.
P'Andor: BIVALVAN?
I THOUGHT YOU ALREADY FOUND A WAY HOME.
THIS PLANET'S A WASTE OF TIME.
TAKE SOME ADVICE FROM A FRIEND AND GO HOME.
P'Andor: THIS DOES NOT CONCERN YOU.
I CAN'T LET YOU STAY HERE.
P'Andor: IT'S NOT UP TO YOU.
[ GLASS SHATTERS ]
[ ALARM BLARING ] [ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
[ MONITOR BEEPING ]
Ben: MAYBE NOT THE BEST STRATEGY.
P'Andor: YES...
SWEET, PURE ENERGY!
[ BEEPING RAPIDLY ] Ben: RADIATION LEVEL'S OFF
THE SCALE.
BETTER COOL THIS GUY DOWN.
[ BEEP ] Big Chill: BIG CHILL!
P'Andor: YOU DARE INTERRUPT MY MEAL?!
Big Chill: I CAN'T TOUCH YOU.
YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME.
OH, MAN!
Kevin: GET THE ARMOR BACK ON HIM!
Gwen: EASIER SAID THAN DONE.
[ WHIRRING ] Both: AAH!
P'Andor: AAH!
AAH!
[ GROANS ]
Kevin: IF THIS STUFF CAN HOLD YOU, I'M BETTING IT CAN TOUCH YOU.
P'Andor: UNH!
[ ROCKS CLATTERING ] [ METAL CREAKS ]
I NEED...
TO REFUEL.
NOW I MUST FEED OFF THE SOURCE.
[ GRUNTS ] [ RADIATION CRACKLING ]
[ BEEPING RAPIDLY ] [ CRACKLING CONTINUES ]
Kevin: FORGET IT, GWEN.
RADIATION LEVEL'S IN THE RED.
GET OUT NOW!
Gwen: I CAN DO THIS!
Kevin: I KNOW YOU CAN, BUT YOU'RE NOT PROTECTED LIKE ME AND BEN.
Gwen: BUT...
Kevin: THINK WITH YOUR BRAINS, NOT YOUR FISTS.
THAT'S MY JOB.
Gwen: OKAY.
[ CRACKLING CONTINUES ] [ ICE CLATTERING ]
[ STEAM HISSING ] P'Andor: NOT A MEAL
-- A FEAST!
[ METAL CLATTERS ] [ STEAM HISSES ]
Kevin: UGH!
Gwen: GUYS, YOU CAN'T FIGHT P'ANDOR!
HE JUST FED ON THE URANIUM CORE!
HE'S A LIVING NUCLEAR REACTOR!
Big Chill: SO, WHAT DO WE DO?
Gwen: KEVIN, YOU SEE THOSE CARBON RODS?
THEY ABSORB EXCESS NEUTRONS AND CONTROL THE RATE OF THE NUCLEAR REACTION.
Kevin: ON IT.
[ GRUNTS ]
Kevin: UNH!
P'Andor: [ GRUNTS ] [ ELECTRICITY ZAPPING ]
Kevin: UNH!
P'Andor: [ GRUNTING ] STOP!
[ WHIRRING ] Kevin: I CAN'T HOLD HIM!
Big Chill: I KNOW WHO CAN.
P'Andor: OHH!
Cannonbolt: CANNONBOLT!
Kevin: [ GRUNTS ] Cannonbolt: MAYBE I'VE GOT
SOMETHING THAT'LL WORK BETTER!
[ BEEPING ] Ultimate Cannonbolt: ULTIMATE
CANNONBOLT!
Kevin: HOW'D YOU KNOW I'D BE ABLE TO ABSORB THE ARMOR AND
MORPH IT AROUND P'ANDOR?
Ultimate Cannonbolt: IS THAT WHAT YOU DID?
P'Andor: [ GRUNTING ] Kevin: DON'T WORRY ABOUT HIM.
I MADE SOME ALTERATIONS TO HIS SUIT.
[ METAL CREAKING ]
WE'LL MAKE SURE HE'S DEPORTED BACK TO HIS HOME PLANET.
[ AIR WHOOSHES ]
Ben: THAT LEAVES TWO OF AGGREGOR'S FORMER CAPTIVES AT LARGE.
Gwen: HOPEFULLY, THEY'LL BE A LITTLE MORE COOPERATIVE THAN
P'ANDOR.
[ ALARM BLARING ] [ BLARING CONTINUES ]
[ BOTH SHOUT ] [ METAL PINGS ]
[ AIR RUSHES ]
Aggregor: DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD ESCAPE FROM ME?
P'Andor: AGGREGOR!