1Okay, let's get this party started! I am really bored and this popped into my head while my brother was watching Ben 10. So, here. Feast upon words! Not much else to say, really. Kinda creepy.

Disclaimer: I get no benefits from this story. If I DID own Ben 10, which I don't, things would get crazy.

Ben Tennyson was completely absorbed in his Sumo Slammer video game, while Gwen banged her head against the window. An annoying bleeping sound was coming from the game, driving Gwen insane.

"Could you turn it down, dweeb?" asked Gwen pointedly. "Sure," said Ben, not taking his eyes from the screen. The noise continued. "Well?!" she screeched. "Well what?" replied the cousin, a smirk forming on his face. "Are you going to turn down the volume or what?!" Gwen started to yell, now completely facing Ben, who was seated next to her at the booth-like table in the RV.

"No," Ben simply replied, just before an aggravating buzzing sound irrupted from the speaker. "Urgh! BEN!" she lunged for the controller while Ben leaned away. As the two fought, Their Grandpa Max intervened.

"Guys, calm down. We're almost there," He said loudly from the driver's seat. The vehicle squeaked to a stop, knocking both Gwen and Ben to the floor in a tumble. Gwen was first to get up and brush herself off. Ben sat on the floor for a minute, then stood up.

"Where are we anyways?" asked Ben, looking out the window. He saw a little diner and lots of dirt.

"We're in Arizona, getting lunch," replied Grandpa Max. The threesome marched out of the RV and into the diner. It was a 50's theme diner, and there were waitresses wearing roller skates taking orders. Some of them looked pretty young too.

"Aren't there, like, child labor laws or something?" asked Gwen, noticing a girl who looked no older than 13 cleaning a table.

"They do things differently here I guess," murmured Grandpa. There was a sign saying, 'Seat yourself' next to the door, so they took the liberty of sitting at a red booth by the window. Ben sat next to Max and across from Gwen. They sat for about a minute before the 'younger than 13' waitress skated up to them.

Unfortunately, she skated right past the table and into the wall. Gwen and Ben stifled giggles, while the waitress herself laughed loudly.

"I haven't quite got the hang of these things," she laughed. The smiled brightly, and handed them all menus. "If you need anything, I'm Emily," she said before skating off to the counter, which she, again, crashed into.

After glancing at the menu for about two seconds, Ben picked up a fork and started poking at his watch, a.k.a. the omnitrix.

"Ben, you better be careful. You wouldn't want to..." Grandpa started, only to be interrupted by a cracking sound. "Uh-oh" said Ben.

Shiny green slime oozed from the crack in a vein-like thing on the omnitrix. It seemed to glow, almost. It was truly disgusting.

"Gross!" cried Gwen, as is slipped across the table, towards her. She jumped up and stepped away from the...whatever it was. No one seemed to notice the toxic gunk flowing not only on the table, but dripping off the edge and onto the floor. By now, Max and Ben were away from the mess, and standing beside Gwen. The watch's bleeding had subsided now, and gunk was all over the table, chairs, and floor.

"I'm going to go get the toxic spill bag from the RV. Do NOT touch that stuff," Grandpa Max said, walking out the door.

Emily saw them standing and skated over. "What's up... EW!" she yelled, catching site of the goop. "What is THAT?!" she asked. "I'll get something to clean it up with," she stated. She rolled away and the two cousins looked uneasily at each other. Emily came back over with a cloth and a bucket. As soon as she touched the sludge, The cloth disintegrated. Apparently, this stuff was an acid. Emily yelped, and tried to jump back, only to fall onto the floor. Lucky for her, her hand landed in a puddle of the acid. Emily glared at her hand, and something surprising happened.