Ben 10

Grandpa Max: The Mask of Ah Puch is the guide to the sword of Ekchuah. A Plumber's searched for it for decades without any luck. Ben: Ekchuah? What kind of alien is that? Grandpa Max: Not alien. Mayan. Ekchuah was the Mayan god of war. His sword was rumored to have leveled cities with just one swipe. Ben: Ha. Sounds like just the kinda thing the world's most powerful 10-year-old boy should have. Grandpa Max: This is no toy, Benjamin. Whoever controls the sword controls the destiny of mankind and I will not let it fall into the wrong hands!

Gwen: Have you ever seen Grandpa so serious? Grey Matter: I've never seen anyone this serious.

Grandpa Max: (to Grey Matter) It's about time.

Gwen: (sniffing Grey Matter) Why do you smell like dog slobber?

Grandpa Max: (to Stinkfly) Ben, can't you go any faster? Stinkfly: I'm sorry, Grandpa. I'm not used to flying with passengers!

Ben: (spits out leaves) I have got to work on emergency landings.

Ben: Uh Grandpa, what's with the fashion show?

Grandpa Max: Now there's always a secret entrance to these temples.

Grey Matter: (hanging over a paper shredder) No way I'm gonna wind up as alien coleslaw!

Ben: It's good to have you back, Grandpa. Grandpa Max: It's good to be back, and I'm sorry. You know, I think it's time to put away the old Plumber suit. Gwen: Because you've finally found the sword of Ekchuah? Grandpa Max: That, and it's giving me a really uncomfortable rash.

Four Arms: Why does that thing look familiar? Grandpa Max: It must be Ah Puch, the Mayan god of death and the underworld. He's the guardian of the sword of Ekchuah. Gwen: Why can't these places ever be protected by, like, the guardian of cheerfulness? Is that too much to ask?

Four Arms: Grandpa, I think Gwen needs a second to catch her breath. Grandpa Max: No can do. Enoch may already have the sword. Four Arms: Ever since that alarm went off, that sword is all you think about! Grandpa Max: You two have to keep your eyes on the prize and remember what's important here! Four Arms: We do remember. Do you?

Ben: Remember when he used to make this stuff fun? I miss the old Grandpa. Gwen: I'd eat a whole bowl of dung beetle stew if I thought it would bring him back.

(after Grandpa Max saved Ben from falling down the temple) Grandpa Max: Whoa, that was close. Almost lost the mask.

Grandpa Max: (trying to fix the RV) This is metric. I said I need a 1/2 inch. Gwen: Sorry, Grumpa.

Grandpa Max: This is a job for a Plumber. (puts the RV in auto-driver mode; goes into a room and closes the door) Ben: Uh, Grandpa? Guess when you gotta go, you gotta go.

Enoch: I'd love to chat about old times, but I'm late for holding the world at my mercy. So, I'll be taking that mask now. Grandpa Max: Over my dead body. Enoch: Excellent suggestion.

Grandpa Max: Well, what do you think? Bet you never tasted anything like that before. (Ben & Gwen are eating) Ben: Mmm. What's the crunchy stuff? Grandpa Max: Dung beetles. (Ben & Gwen spit out the food) Grandpa Max: What, too spicy? You'll get used to it.

Grandpa Max: (referring to the mask) There it is. Beautiful, isn't it? Grey Matter: Eh, not exactly.