PYKE TO PLUMBER COMMAND.
CURRENT LOCATION, SECTOR ZED NINER.
APPROACHING LOCATION OF UNIDENTIFIED SPACECRAFT.
Copy that, Pyke.
Do you have visual?
AFFIRMATIVE, BUT IT'S NOT A SHIP.
Yeah, we were pretty sure it wasn't.
MIND TELLING ME WHAT IT IS?
Sorry. That's classified.
TYPICAL PLUMBER BUREAUCRACY.
You are, however, advised to proceed with extreme caution.
HELPFUL.
WAIT. IS THAT AN ANIMAL?
THIS IS MAGISTER PYKE OF THE PLUMBERS.
I'M UNDER ORDERS TO TAKE YOU INTO CUSTODY.
YOUR COOPERATION WILL HELP ENSURE YOUR OWN SAFETY.
NO.
YAAAAAAH!
Ultimate Aggregor: [ LAUGHS ]
Ben: Guys, I need backup -- stat!
Help me! I'm surrounded!
I'M SERIOUS! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ] HEY, NOT THE 10! NOT THE 10!!
[ BEEP ] TIME TO GO WITH THE FLOW.
THERE HE IS!
Goop: WAIT! I NEED -- A LITTLE RESPECT, PLEASE?
[ ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECH ] Kevin: THAT'S JUST
EMBARRASSING.
YOU GOT A MOP OR SOMETHING?
Gwen: OR SOMETHING.
HEADS UP, KEVIN.
GOOP CAN'T MOVE WITHOUT HIS ARTIFICIAL GRAVITY DISK.
Kevin: SAY "THANK YOU."
Goop: FANS STILL COMING!
[ ENGINE REVS, TIRES SQUEAL ]
Ben: NOT...ONE...WORD.
Kevin: IT'S OKAY.
I TOOK PICTURES.
[ BEEPING ] Ben Tennyson, this is
Magister Pyke, calling from planet Pisccis.
Apparently, I'm supposed to report any sightings of this
being to you.
Ben: YOU'VE SEEN AGGREGOR?
Briefly, but he got away from me.
[ RUMBLING ] Ben: EVERYTHING OKAY THERE?
Just a minor seaquake.
Nothing to worry about.
They happen all the time.
Exactly who is this Aggregor?
And why was it so urgent that I contact you about him?
Kevin: NOSY LITTLE FISH, ISN'T HE?
Ben: SORRY TO KEEP YOU IN THE DARK ON THIS, PYKE.
WE JUST DON'T WANT TO CAUSE ANY UNNECESSARY PANIC.
Yeah, well, I don't want a bunch of hotshot tadpoles
swimming all over my planet, telling me how to run my
precinct.
Kevin: THAT'S OKAY.
WE WEREN'T PLANNING ON SWIMMING.
Ben: THIS IS RUST BUCKET III ON APPROACH, REQUESTING
PERMISSION TO LAND.
OVER.
[ STATIC ] THEY'RE NOT RESPONDING.
Gwen: MAYBE BECAUSE "LAND" DOESN'T REALLY APPLY HERE.
PISCCIS IS ALMOST COMPLETELY MADE UP OF WATER.
THE SMALL SOLID CORE AT THE CENTER IS LESS THAN 2% OF THE
PLANET'S TOTAL MASS.
Kevin: YOU ACTUALLY THINK THAT'S INTERESTING, DON'T YOU?
Ben: THIS IS RUST BUCKET III, REQUESTING PERMISSION TO LAND --
D-DIVE?
OVER?
Kevin: MAYBE THEIR COMMUNICATIONS ARE OUT AGAIN.
Gwen: IT COULD BE AGGREGOR.
I'M DEFINITELY SENSING HIM ON THIS PLANET...SOMEWHERE.
Ben: NO POINT WAITING AROUND FOR AN INVITATION.
TAKE US DOWN.
Gwen: KEEP GOING.
HE'S DOWN DEEP.
Ben: YOU SURE THIS IS SAFE?
Kevin: TRUST ME -- THIS BABY CAN HANDLE ANYTHING.
[ RUMBLING, METAL CREAKING ] [ ALL GASPING, GRUNTING ]
DON'T PANIC.
IT'S JUST A SEA TREMOR.
PYKE SAID THEY'RE NORMAL ON THIS PLANET, REMEMBER?
THIS BABY CAN HANDLE ANYTHING.
Gwen: INCLUDING THAT?
[ ROARS ] Kevin: I SAID, "DON'T PANIC."
WE'RE SAFE AS LONG AS WE STAY INSIDE THE SHIP.
AAH!
YEAH, NOW'S A GOOD TIME TO PANIC.
Ben: HELMETS ON!
HEAD FOR THE CARGO BAY AND SEAL THE COCKPIT!
Kevin: NOW WHAT?
Ben: I'M SENDING OUT A DISTRESS SIGNAL.
HOPEFULLY SOMEONE ON THIS PLANET WILL PICK IT UP BEFORE --
Gwen: GET OFF ME!
Kevin: [ GRUNTING ] Ben: [ GRUNTING ]
Gwen: UNGH!
Both: GWEN!
Kevin: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!
[ BEEP ] Ben: IF I TRANSFORM, WHEN I
CHANGE BACK, I WON'T BE WEARING MY PLUMBER SUIT, AND WE'RE
RUNNING OUT OF OXYGEN FAST.
IT ALWAYS PUTS ME BACK INTO WHATEVER I WAS WEARING THE FIRST
TIME I CHANGED AFTER THE REBOOT.
Kevin: THERE'S GOT TO BE A BUTTON FOR THAT.
Ben: YOU WANT ME TO LOOK FOR IT NOW?!
WE HAVE TO HELP GWEN!
Kevin: WE STILL CAN.
FOLLOW MY LEAD.
I MADE SOME ALTERATIONS.
I INSTALLED PROPULSION UNITS AND NEUROSHOCK PULSERS.
Ben: HAVE YOU TESTED THEM?
Gwen: [ GRUNTS ] I HAVE!
Kevin: [ GRUNTING ] Gwen: [ GRUNTING ]
Kevin: NICE GOING, BUT WE'RE GONNA NEED A LOT MORE JUICE TO
TAKE THIS THING DOWN.
Ben: OR WE JUST GO FOR HIS WEAK SPOT.
[ HISSES ] Gwen: YOU ALL RIGHT?
Kevin: YEAH. GO!
Ben: ALL AT ONCE, ON MY MARK.
1, 2...10!
Both: YES!
Kevin: GUYS?
Both: KEVIN!
Ben: NICE GOING, GWEN.
ANOTHER SECOND, AND HE WOULD HAVE BEEN CRUSHED BY THE
PRESSURE DOWN HERE.
Gwen: BUT HE STILL CAN'T BREATHE!
Ben: AAH!
Gwen: NO! WAIT!
Kevin: [ BREATHES DEEPLY, PANTING ]
Gwen: THAT THING JUST SAVED HIS LIFE.
Kevin: YEAH.
BUT I LOOK LIKE A DORK.
Gwen: WHAT'S IT LIKE?
Kevin: THE AIR'S COLD BUT OKAY.
AND IT SMELLS A LITTLE...
Ben: FISHY?
Kevin: HOW'D YOU GUESS?
[ SHRIEKS ] [ ALL GROAN ]
NEXT TIME YOU DECIDE TO CRASH MY PLANET, GIVE ME SOME WARNING.
OR WOULD THAT CAUSE "UNNECESSARY PANIC"?
Kevin: PYKE?
GOT YOUR DISTRESS CALL.
Gwen: JUST THE PERSON I WANTED TO SEE.
I CAN SCAN YOU TO FIND AGGREGOR.
BE MY GUEST, BUT YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME.
OUR SCANNERS AREN'T PICKING HIM UP ANYWHERE IN THE ENTIRE
PLANETARY OCEAN.
Gwen: THAT'S BECAUSE HE'S NOT IN THE WATER.
HE'S INSIDE THE PLANET'S SOLID CORE.
THE CORE IS THE MOST INACCESSIBLE PLACE IN THE WORLD.
THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY IN, AND IT'S UNDER CONSTANT GUARD.
Kevin: TRUST ME, FISH LIPS -- SHE'S NEVER WRONG.
[ FISH PURRS ]
NICE HAT.
[ RUMBLING ] Ben: THOSE ARE NORMAL, RIGHT?
THEY'RE MORE FREQUENT THAN USUAL, BUT YES.
NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.
[ RUMBLING ] THEY DO TEND TO SPOOK THE
NATIVES.
Gwen: AREN'T YOU GUYS THE NATIVES?
NOT DOWN HERE.
THEY ARE.
Ben: HEY!
UNGH!
Kevin: WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FOR?
Gwen: THOUGHT I'D LET THE LOCAL AUTHORITY HANDLE THINGS.
Ben: HOW COME I WAS NEVER THAT COOL AS RIPJAWS?
Kevin: YOU WERE NEVER THAT COOL, PERIOD.
[ ALL GASP ]
Kevin: THERE'S TOO MANY!
HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BEAT THEM?
Ben: IF YOU CAN'T BEAT 'EM, JOIN 'EM!
Kevin: NO WAY I'M LETTING YOU HAVE ALL THE FUN.
AAAAAAAH!
Ben: NICE SHOOTIN'.
ALMOST MAKES UP FOR THE HEADGEAR.
Gwen: BEN, YOUR FACEPLATE'S ABOUT TO GO!
Ben: I KNOW.
[ BEEPING ] HOPE I GOT SOMEONE GOOD DIALED
IN.
Humongousaur: HUMONGOUS-- [ GURGLING ]
RAAAAAAAAAAH!
Kevin: HA!
THEY'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE YOU.
Gwen: BEN! STOP PANICKING!
TRANSFORM AGAIN!
AmpFibian: AMPFIBIAN!
[ INHALES DEEPLY ] WHO CAN BREATHE DOWN HERE.
Gwen: WE'RE ON THE CLOCK NOW, BEN.
AmpFibian: YEAH.
I COULD CHANGE BACK TO HUMAN ANY MOMENT.
WE'D BETTER HURRY!
HALT!
THIS IS A RESTRICTED AREA!
AmpFibian: CAN'T STOP.
OFFICIAL PLUMBER BUSINESS.
[ GRUNTS ] LISTEN TO ME!
THERE'S A DANGEROUS INTERGALACTIC CRIMINAL IN THERE!
I'LL EXPLAIN LATER, OKAY?
[ ALL GRUNTING ] ALL RIGHT, EASE UP, TADPOLE!
I WAS GONNA VOUCH FOR YOU, BUT NOW I'M NOT SO SURE.
PYKE, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!
THESE PLUMBERS NEED TO ACCESS THE PLANETARY CORE.
OUTSIDERS ARE FORBIDDEN FROM ENTERING THE CORE.
[ RUMBLING ] Kevin: YEAH?
MAYBE YOU SHOULD TALK TO WHOEVER'S ALREADY IN THERE.
AmpFibian: WE NEED TO MOVE -- NOW!
I'LL KEEP AN EYE ON THEM.
Ben: [ PANTING ] WE CAN BREATHE IN HERE.
Kevin: [ GRUNTING ] [ WHIMPERS ]
Gwen: YOU HURT HIS FEELINGS.
Kevin: HE'S A FISH.
GO ON. SHOO.
[ WHIMPERING, BARKING ] Gwen: WHAT'S IN THERE?
THE PISCCIS GRAVITATIONAL MULTIPLIER.
IT GENERATES THE CENTRIPETAL FORCE THAT HOLDS OUR PLANET'S
LIQUID ATMOSPHERE TOGETHER.
[ BARKING, PANTING ] Kevin: I MEAN IT! GO AWAY!
WE KEEP IT IN THE MOST INHOSPITABLE ENVIRONMENT
IMAGINABLE...
[ GASPS ] ...TO PREVENT IT FROM BEING
TAMPERED WITH.
[ GASPS ] Ben: DOESN'T SEEM SO
INHOSPITABLE.
[ GASPING ] [ BREATHES DEEPLY ]
TO YO AIR BREATHER.
NOT TO THE LIKES OF ME.
[ RUMBLING ] [ GRUNTING ]
Gwen: I DIDN'T SEE YOU!
I-I -- [ RUMBLING ]
Ben: IN THERE!
[ PANTING ] [ RUMBLING ]
Ben: THE TREMORS ARE COMING FROM THAT MACHINE.
I'M SURE OF IT.
Ultimate Aggregor: YOU'RE RIGHT, TENNYSON.
WITHOUT THIS, THE WHOLE PLANET'S PULLING ITSELF APART.
Ben: AGGREGOR!
Ultimate Aggregor: CLEVER OF PARADOX TO DISGUISE THIS PIECE
OF THE MAP OF INFINITY AS THE SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT ITEM ON
THIS PLANET.
DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.
IF YOU MOVE, I'LL DESTROY IT, AND PLANET PISCCIS...
Kevin: COMES APART AT THE SEAMS.
THE TREMORS BEFORE -- THAT WAS YOU TRYING TO GET IT LOOSE.
Ultimate Aggregor: YOU'RE SMARTER THAN YOU LOOK, BOY.
ADMITTEDLY, NOT A GREAT ACHIEVEMENT.
Ben: I'M NOT LETTING YOU LEAVE WITH THAT!
Kevin: BEN!
AAAAAH!
UGH!
[ GROANS ] [ WHIMPERING ]
Ultimate Aggregor: NEXT TIME, TRY ABSORBING SOMETHING THAT
DOESN'T CONDUCT ELECTRICITY.
Kevin: YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY THAT --
AGGREGOR!
Ben: YOU COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT ME, DIDN'T YOU?
Kevin: BEN!
[ BEEP ] Big Chill: BIG CHILL!
Kevin: HE WENT THAT WAY.
Big Chill: REALLY?
THE CENTRIPETAL ACCELERATOR!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO IT?!
YOU'VE DOOMED US ALL!
Kevin: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.
IT WAS AGGREGOR.
HE TOOK THE DOOHICKEY AND ESCAPED THROUGH THAT HOLE...
THAT...ISN'T THERE ANYMORE.
[ ALARM BLARING ] Gwen: WAIT! PYKE!
THIS IS ALL A MISTAKE!
THE ONLY MISTAKE HERE WAS ME TRUSTING YOUR SHAPESHIFTING
FRIEND.
Kevin: UNGH!
[ GROWLS ] Kevin: LEAVE HIM ALONE!
[ BARKING ] [ GASPING ]
Kevin: WE'VE GOT TO GET HIM TO THE WATER.
BACK AWAY FROM THAT PLUMBER!
Kevin: THIS ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.
HALT!
RETURN THE STOLEN ITEM NOW!
Big Chill: I WILL, AS SOON AS I CATCH THE GUY WHO'S GETTING
AWAY WITH IT!
EXPLAIN YOURSELF!
Big Chill: COULD DO THAT.
OR I COULD JUST GO...
[ BEEP ] Ultimate Big Chill: ULTIMATE
BIG CHILL!
STOP, OR WE'LL -- Ultimate Big Chill: GONE.
[ BEEPING ]
BEB, THE WHOLE PLANET'S BREAKING APART!
WE'VE ONLY GOT A FEW MINUTES!
Ultimate Big Chill: On my way.
Anything I can do?
Kevin: NOT UNLESS YOU HAVE A SPARE CENTRIPETAL ACCELERATOR ON
YOU.
Ultimate Big Chill: EXPLAIN WHAT THAT MEANS.
NO BIG WORDS.
Gwen: IT'S LIKE AN ANTIGRAVITY MULTIPLIER.
Ultimate Big Chill: I WAS HOPING YOU WERE GOING TO SAY
SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
[ BEEPING ]
IF IT CAN PULL ME TOGETHER, MAYBE IT CAN DO THE SAME FOR THE
PLANET.
[ ENERGY HUMMING ]
Goop: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Gwen: BEN, NO!
GET HIM OUT!
Kevin: HE'S...
HE'S BEEN ATOMIZED -- SPREAD THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE
OCEAN.
I'M SORRY, GWEN.
IT'S WORKING!
THE PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE IS STABILIZING!
Kevin: LEAST HE WENT DOWN SAVING THE WORLD.
ONLY SOME OF THE WORLD, I'M AFRAID.
MOST OF IT IS FLOATING OFF INTO SPACE.
THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.
PLANETARY ATMOSPHERE IS NOW READING 60%.
NO -- 65%.
Gwen: BEN?
75%!
80%!
[ YELPING ] Kevin: ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
I GET IT -- YOU'RE HAPPY.
PLANETARY LIQUID ATMOSPHERE AT 96%.
Gwen: I SEE HIM!
Kevin: HANG ON, BEN!
WE'RE COMING!
Ben: THANKS FOR THE REPAIR JOB, PYKE.
It was the least we could do to thank the one who saved our
planet.
Ben: WISH WE COULD HAVE STOPPED AGGREGOR WHILE WE WERE
AT IT.
If there's anything we can do to help...
[ WHIMPERING ] Kevin: YOU CAN START BY
GETTING THIS SLIME SACK OFF MY WINDSHIELD.
GO ON! SCAT! WE DON'T WANT YOU!
YOU BELONG HERE -- WITH YOUR OWN KIND.
Gwen: YOU AREN'T FOOLING ME.
THAT WAS NOBLE.
Kevin: IT WAS NOTHING.
YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY.