Ben 10 (Reader insert)

Super Alien Hero Buddy Adventures

"Uniting to form the Super Alien Hero Buddies!" The t.v. announced loudly at the end of the commercial. The entire thing showing a childish, toddler styled cartoon with Ben's aliens fighting even cuter styled villains.

Like one named Kitty Litter, who was a blue cat that used, you guessed it, kitty litter as a weapon.

It was definitely out there in weird town. But Ben's reaction was even more priceless as I watched from my leaned back position in the booth seat across from him.

Gwen turning off the t.v. smugly as she called out to her cousin. "Is it just me, or are those super lame-o versions of your alien heroes?"

"Look, you became marketable Ben! Famous super hero plush for nineteen ninety-nine!" I laughed in glee.

Ben turned around dramatically, glaring down at Gwen and I. "Someone's' paying for this big time!"

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"Bad enough they rip me off with some dumb cartoon! But did they have to make me look like a total dweeb?" Ben exclaimed hotly, ripping off the poster that we were staring at. It had hung on the wall, promoting Ben's aliens' show. He crumbled it in his hands as Gwen answer his rhetorical question.

"Yeah, as if you need help looking like a total dweeb?"

"He proves it every other day, Gwen." I snorted, sharing a high-five with the redhead while Ben glared at the red carpet beneath his feet. "Maybe you can walk the red carpet now that you have a t.v. show? Wouldn't that be cool." I tried to soften my teasing, but it still came out more sarcastic than I wanted.

"Oh yeah, as people steal my identity." The brunet retorted.

"Well, just like I thought." Grandpa Max came in like the unknowing savior he was. Interrupting the conversation before it could turn heated as he approached. Rubbing off his hands on a dirty towel after working on the Rust Bucket all morning. "It's the distributor. Now I saw a garage a few blocks back, let me see if I can get another one."

"What about Planetary Studios?" Gwen asked, waving her hand around the place we stood in front of. Our goal for this sunny summer day. Exploring the place that had ripped off Ben's aliens for money.

"You're right, Ben's been bugging me all summer to take him to see Kangaroo Commando." Grandpa Max said with a raised brow that was directed at his grandson.

I snorted, "He was planning this way before this summer. I had to sit through so many classes where he babbled on about it."

Ben scowled, his cheeks tinting darker in embarrassment. "Oh yeah, like you were any better. Going on and on about those shows your obsessed with. Your rants were a good way to fall asleep."

Elbowing the brunet in the ribs, he wheezed, bending over in pain. "Shut up." I muttered, "I know you listen to them. That fake sleep thing you do is so obvious."

Ben brightened considerably. "You noticed? I mean, yes I did! You can't prove it!"

Grandpa Max interrupted before we could go any farther. "Alright, you three get started without me. I'll meet you back here at four."

Ben, Gwen, and I took off without any hesitation. Entering the through the large gates into the studios beyond. Staring all our favorite shows with their lead characters.

I forced the twin cousin's to where my shows were. Ben listing off more facts about the show than I could when trying to answer the fun facts questions they had stationed around the display and rides.

We even went to one area where a show Gwen watched was station. though we didn't last long with Ben's growing impatient to see Kangaroo Commando.

"I still don't get what the big deal is about some old t.v. actor jumping around in his underwear." Gwen said, scowling at the cardboard cutout that depicted Kangaroo Commando.