Captain?
Everybody's complaining about
the smell.
We've done a complete
top-to-bottom search, but we
don't know where it's coming
from.
Sir, something dead ahead!
Aah!
Sync and corrections by n17t01 www.addic7ed.com
Hey!
My "sumo slammer" collectible
stickers!
It took almost six months to get
'em all.
Wow. This really brings me back.
Hey, Kevin, hand me the next
box?
You said we were gonna
do something fun.
We are gonna do
something fun-- After I finish
cleaning the garage.
Why do you keep this
much junk?
I don't know.
Never thought about it.
Hey, look! Pogs!
You ready to leave?
Standard operating procedure
is to show up unannounced, then
demand you come with us.
But we know we're dealing with
Ben Tennyson, so we're asking--
Would you please come with us?
Colonel Rozum.
This must be pretembarrassing
for you.
Embarrassing?
He probably means the
were involved in all kinds of
dirty ops.
That's what I meant.
And now he needs
another favor.
Embarrassing.
So, what brings us to
the department of weird today?
Have you heard of the pacific
garbage vortex?
Of course.
Approximately 200 billion tons
of nonbiodegradable plastics are
dumped into the oceans every
year.
Currents collect this and
untold trillions of pounds of
other refuse into gigantic
floating islands of garbage.
The pacific garbage vortex is
the largest in the world.
Really?
She can't help it if
she's a reader.
How much garbage are we
talking about here?
It's twice the size of
Texas.
That's a lot of
garbage.
That's what the public knows.
What they donknow is that the
area around the vortex has
become a dead zone, a dangerous
place where ships tend to...
Disappear.
18 months ago, my sister was on
a ship that sailed too close to
the vortex.
After she went missing, I sent
two of my best agents to
investigate.
They disappeared, too.
Now my bosses upstairs are
telling me to shut the
investigation down--
Officially.
So you need someone to
investigate-- Unofficially.
Told you we were gonna
do something fun.
Dumpster-diving--
That's what I signed up for.
We're nearing the
coordinates of the garbage
vortex.
For something twice the
size of Texas, you'd think it'd
be easier to spot.
This is where it's
supposed to be.
You think it floated
away?
Maybe the current--
No.
The currents are what keep it
where it is.
I got a distress
signal.
It's weak, but I think I can
home in on it.
Signal is fading in and out.
It's somewhere close.
You see a life raft or something
out there?
Or something.
Oh, man.
Yup.
This is unbelievable.
No kidding.
I've never smelled anything this
bad.
Not since the last
time you--
Let the easy ones go,
Kevin.
This is all man-made--
All of it.
How did this happen?
People were careless
about where they threw away
their trash.
Regular debris degrades over
time, but not plastic.
It doesn't break down.
The currents push it all
together, and it becomes...
This.
This reminds me of
that show.
What show?
The cartoon-- The one
we used to watch when we were
kids.
You know, the one where they're
always fighting polluters.
A-and those five kids fought
evil with, like, the power to
recycle?
You know what I'm talking about.
What was the name of that show?
Was it, like, "earth-man" or--
Or "major green"?
Something like that?
I have the theme song stuck in
my head.
You know it, right?
It's gonna come to me.
I know it.
It can't be.
No, no, no!
Ben! What is it?
What do you see?
Who would throw out a
Ben 10 autographed photo?
Why would someone do that?
This is going to haunt me.
Oh.
Ew!
Nasty.
It's a dead bird filled
with plastic.
The birds try to eat
the plastic, but they can't
digest it, so they're poisoned.
Interesting.
You know what else is
interesting?
No.
The size of that bird.
Giant birds, meet giant
turtle!
Terraspin!
Seriously, though,
you remember that cartoon?
It had the narrator guy who
talked all the time.
Meanwhile, back
at the garbage vortex,
Gwen Tennyson makes a shocking
discovery.
I'm glad you're taking
this seriously, Kevin!
But Gwen Tennyson is
not amused.
Uh-oh.
Not the face!
Survivors.
New arrivals.
You're lucky to be alive.
Though after a few weeks here,
you might not feel so lucky.
We were sent here to
help.
So were we.
You can see how well that turned
out.
You're the agents
colonel Rozum sent.
Agent Locke.
This is my partner,
agent Bryson.
Like our names matter!
The only thing that matters is
become victims to the
all-powerful garbage patch!
Excuse my partner.
He's prone to being overly
dramatic.
Am I overly dramatic?
Am I really?
No way!
This is like that othershow
that I used to watch!
With the two agents who went
around investigating weird stuff.
What was the name of that show?
Can you stop talking
about old tv shows for five
minutes?!
It'll come to me.
The garbage island that
you're standing on is man-made,
caused by a combination of
illegal and accidental dumping.
The countries of the world
banded together to stop the
illegal dumping.
But the trash that was
already there-- No one knew
what to do.
There was too much of it.
Cleanup was impossible.
They released an experimental
plastic-eating bacterium in an
attempt to destroy the trash.
It didn't work.
At least, not the way they
planned.
The bacterium mutated the
garbage-- Turned it into a
toxic ecological nightmare.
That explains the giant
birds-- And maybe even the
island moving by itself.
That's just the beginning of
the weird.
If only we had power
rings, like on that show that I
can't remember the name of.
They could harness their rings
with the power to recycle--
Or clean power...Or something.
Anyways, it was awesome.
You're not listening to me, are
you?
Nobody's ever listening
to you.
Rozum was worried about
his sister.
Did you find her?
She's here, but she's injured
and needs medical attention.
No problem.
Let's get the survivors off the
island.
No one is
going anywhere.
The humans cannot be allowed to
leave.
Nobody mentioned the
garbage could talk!
I was working up to it.
The flow of
trash has stopped.
We were promised sustenance.
We must have more garbage.
We can discuss this,
negotiate something.
But first we have to take the
people off the island.
The humans
will not be allowed to leave.
We will hold the humans prisoner
until the flow of trash resumes.
Should've known this would be
trouble.
Nothing that smells this bad can
be good.
NRG!
Get those people on
the rustbucket-- Now!
Slippery pile of trash,
aren't you?
Gotcha!
Sustenance!
Who? Me?
This is getting us
nowhere.
Fall back!
I'll put the
rustbucket on autopilot.
Even Ben couldn't crash it.
No need.
I can fly plumber craft.
Really?
Once the survivors are safe
on land, we'll come back for
you-- In eight hours.
Six hours if we're lucky.
I...Don't like it.
You should come with us.
We'll be okay.
I wish I could believe that.
I want to believe.
Come on!
Am I the only one who sees this?
Nobody else watches television
but me?
The monster's somewhere
on this island.
We have to flush it out, find a
way to trap it.
Tennyson, can you hear me?
Agent Locke?
>> The situation has changed.
We've already reached land.
That's impossible.
In atmosphere, you're at least
three hours away.
We're looking at
San Francisco right now.
The garbage vortex is
moving.
>> Moving fast.
It's minutes away from making
landfall on the west coast of
the United States.
If the humans
will not give us the sustenance
we need, then we will get it
from the source.
We were wrong.
The monster wasn't on the
island.
The monstwas the
island.
Sustenance!
We must have more garbage!
We will take what we need!
This is a disaster.
The ecological impact of this
toxic monster in the middle of a
city--
Still not seeing how
this is like that old cartoon?
Really?
Aah!
Everybody stand clear!
Things are about to get big!
Way big!
Aah!
We have to help Ben.
Not much we can do
from down here.
Then let's not be down
here.
Agent Locke, bring the
rustbucket to me.
Copy that.
Laser cannons are armed and
hot.
Yeah, I thought I'd go
with some of my add-ons.
We're hit! Engines are down!
You are the worst
driver.
I'm just glad I could
help.
The only thing that
can move the trash is what
created it in the first place.
So I gotta make some waves!
Once
again, peace is restored to the
planet, thanks in no small part
to the efforts of our hero,
Kevin Levin.
And friends.
I'm gonna go see if I can get
the engines started.
So, I shot all that
garbage into the sun.
Problem solved, right?
I hope so.
Sync and corrections by n17t01 www.addic7ed.com