- [laughs]
Barb is gonna love it.
- Hey, Dad, did you--
[gasps]
- Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You're the last person
I wanted to see this.
- You got me a new car?
I love it!
[car polish squeaks]
And it's freshly waxed.
- Listen, honey,
here's the thing--
- I know, I know,
I'm not old enough to drive.
You just love me so much
you couldn't wait.
Oh, thank you, thank you,
thank you!
- Oh, uh, Phoebe.
The car is for your mom.
- Then why did you say
I was the last person
you wanted to see it?
- Because I'm surprising her
with it for our anniversary,
and, well, you know.
- Uh, no, I don't know.
- You're not great
at keeping secrets.
- What?
Me, not great
at keeping secrets?
- Mom, do you know what Dad's
getting you for your birthday?
- He's keeping it a secret.
- Well, I can tell you
one thing.
It's definitely not a watch.
That was five years ago
in Metroburg.
I can totally handle
secrets now.
- Hey, how's your
homework coming?
- Dad's taking you
to a steakhouse
for your anniversary dinner.
- And that was 20 minutes ago.
- But I've learned
my lesson since then.
I haven't even mentioned
the bowling ball Mom got you--
may have a point.
- I'm begging you.
This is the big one.
Please don't spoil the surprise.
- I won't.
I promise.
She's gonna love it.
- Well, the minivan was
on its last legs,
and we needed a new car anyway.
Figured I might as well kill
two birds with one stone.
- You might want to leave
the bird-killing part out.
Not very romantic.
- Well, this is.
- You wrote Mom a poem?
Oh, I can't wait to tell her.
- [groans]
Not tell her.
No telly.
- Hey, guys.
- I'll never tell.
Stop asking.
I've already said too
much.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ What you see ♪
♪ Is not what you get ♪
♪ Living our lives
with a secret ♪
♪ We fit right in,
bet you'd never guess ♪
♪ 'Cause we're living our
lives just like all the rest ♪
♪ A picture-perfect family
is what we try to be ♪
♪ Look closer,
you might see ♪
♪ The crazy things we do ♪
♪ This isn't make-believe,
it's our reality ♪
♪ Just your average family ♪
♪ Trying to be normal
and stay out of trouble ♪
♪ Living a double life ♪
- This cartoon doesn't even
make any sense.
- Does anyone over two
even find this funny?
- [laughs]
- Mom, I'm so sorry I ruined
your surprise dinner.
But I can assure you
that there are
no more surprises
in store tonight.
Just the dinner.
Nothing else.
Zip, zilch, nada.
- Okay, well, let's go now.
[TV beeping]
- [electronic voice]
Alert, alert, Blobbin calling.
- Hey, Thundermans.
How are my favorite cousins?
- Kids, this is
your Cousin Blobbin
we were telling you about--
the All-American Blob's
old sidekick
before he passed away.
- Oh, right, the lucky sucker
who got everything.
- [laughs]
Oh, kids.
I don't know where they
hear these things.
- From you, Dad.
You say it all the time.
- [laughs]
- Cousin Blobbin, are you
sitting on a pile of cash?
- Uh, yeah.
What else am I supposed to do
with all this money
Uncle Blob left me?
[laughs]
Hold on,
I got to stoke the fire a bit.
[sniffs]
Hmm.
- Uh, hi, I'm Max,
and you owe me a lifetime
of Christmas and birthday gifts.
- Double it.
We're twins.
- [scoffs]
- Blobbin,
we'd love to catch up--
oh, but we have
dinner reservations.
- That's why I'm calling.
Happy anniversary!
- Aw, you remembered.
How sweet of you.
- We're family.
We look after each other.
Remember,
if you ever need anything,
I mean anything, give me a call.
And you know what I'll say?
[together] This sounds like
a job for a Blob!
- Yeah, little guy
knows his superheroes.
- Well, thanks for calling,
Blobbin.
- You got it.
I love you, Hank.
- Okay, thanks again.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[laughs]
You can't leave a guy hanging
with an I love you.
You got to say it back.
- [laughs]
You're a funny man.
Oh, hate to go, but we've got
those reservations.
See ya.
- Yeah, it's just once.
You got to say it.
Hello?
- All right, kids,
we'll be back by 10:00.
- Okay, drive carefully.
We only have one car.
Definitely not two.
- Okay, let's go.
You have a serious problem.
- Phoebe knows something.
- Don't worry.
I know how to make her talk.
Tell us what you know,
or the unicorn gets it.
- This is your unicorn.
- Don't hurt Larry.
- Come on, Phoebe,
let the cat out of the bag.
- Never.
- I'm sorry, can we stop this?
There's a cat in a bag
somewhere,
we should let it out.
- All right, Phoebe,
you've left us no choice.
This is your math homework
with all the answers wrong.
Don't think I won't hit send.
- Gosh, Max,
I'm really worried...
For Pho-bee Tinderman.
You spelled my name wrong.
- Then you'll flunk
spelling too.
In three, two, one--
- Dad bought mom a new car!
- New car?
- Sweet!
- Guys, I'm worried
about this cat!
- Stupid minivan
always breaking down.
- Oh, I'm so over that car...
and these heels.
- Well,
tonight's gonna be perfect
as long as I'm with you--
where'd you go?
- [chuckles]
- Don't worry,
things are about to get
better.
I reserved our favorite table.
- Oh, you got us the romantic
chuckwagon for two?
- Giddyup, little doggy.
Hiyah!
- Hi
- Oh, hi.
- Can I help you?
- Hi, Thunderman
We have a reservation.
- Sure.
Oh, sorry.
You're an hour late.
We had to give your table
away.
- Aw.
- It's okay, Barb.
There's no hurry.
It's a special night,
and we deserve
our special table.
- It's a 90-minute wait.
We'll take anything
that holds food.
- Yeah.
- Okay, guys,
it's been long enough.
Everybody out.
- Cool it, Pheebs.
We're just soaking up
the new car smell.
[both inhale deeply]
- Oh, yeah, that's new.
- Seriously, I promised Dad
I wouldn't tell anyone.
- And how's that going?
- Dad was right.
I have a serious problem.
Billy's getting a skateboard
for his birthday.
- Yay!
- Please, get out of the car.
- Guys, listen to Phoebe.
Get out.
- Thank you.
- They got to help me
turn this bad boy
into a rocket car.
- This is not gonna be
a rocket car.
- Nora, pass the mustard.
- Chili dogs in the new car?
Why are you eating chili dogs
in the new car?
- 'Cause I didn't want
a cheeseburger.
- Get out of there right now
before you spill anything.
- I think she's talking to you.
- What do you want from me?
I'm eight.
- I'm older.
Get out.
What did I just tell you?
- Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah?
- Happy anniversary, honey.
- Happy anniversary.
Oh.
[water splashes]
Do you want to wait
for another table?
- Doesn't matter where I sit.
As long as I'm across from you
looking into
your beautiful eyes.
Or one eye.
Just one eye is good.
- [sighs]
All right.
Got all the chili out.
What are you doing?
- Just cleaning up the cheese.
- There wasn't any cheese
on those chili dogs.
- No, but there was
on the nachos I spilled.
All good.
- Max, we have to be careful.
This is a really nice car.
- Phoebe?
- Well, I mean,
I wouldn't buy it.
You know, one of those
with the eyelashes
on the headlights
that everyone likes.
- First, nobody likes those.
Second of all, turn around!
- What, no, we got to stop it.
[both sigh]
Wow, that was close.
- It must be our lucky day.
[thump]
[both scream]
[both laugh]
- It's funny because
we didn't do it.
- How did it happen?
- We were sitting here
minding our own business
when all of the sudden,
Dad's archnemesis,
gutter ball, came in there and--
- Max did it.
He hit the gear thingy,
and the car started to roll.
- Why have a story if we're
not going to stick to it?
- It doesn't matter.
Dad's gonna flip.
- She's right.
Billy, initiate DEFCON Orange.
- On it.
- I'm sorry.
What's DEFCON Orange?
- We hide out in Argentina
until the heat dies down.
- No one's running away.
Okay, I need your help
to fix this.
Otherwise, Dad'll know
I blew his secret.
- You're probably gonna end up
telling him anyway.
You have a problem.
- We're in, okay?
But we can do it alone.
We need some help.
- Hold on a minute.
We do know someone
who has the kind of money
that can fix this quickly.
- And who will drop everything
to help the family.
- This sounds like a job
for a Blob!
Oh, so it's cute
when Billy does it.
[doorbell rings]
- Have no fear, Blobbin's here!
- No uniform?
How do we know it's you?
- Hiyah!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Blob attack!
Pow, pow!
[coughs]
- Yeah, it's him.
- Whoa, look at you guys.
Bring it in.
It's been so long.
- You just saw us this morning.
- No, since I've had a hug.
- Thank you so much
for coming over and helping
us.
- You the Blob.
- Hey, it's nothing.
I hear the Thunderman kids
need my help,
and I am the--
and I am there.
We're family.
You guys are like my
sibs.
Oh, that's slang for siblings.
[clicks tongue]
- Well, why don't you come see
what our idiot brother did?
That's slang for idiot
brother.
[clicks tongue]
So can you fix it quick?
- I don't know.
It's going to cost
a lot of money.
Good thing I'm stinking rich!
Hiyah!
Ha!
[laughs]
- Thank you so much.
This car was Dad's
anniversary surprise for Mom.
If he saw it like this,
he'd lose it.
- He?
As in Hank?
No, not gonna happen.
- What, why?
- 'Cause I'm mad at your dad.
Earlier today I told him
I loved him,
but he didn't say it back.
He didn't say "I love you" back.
- Man, you're sensitive.
- Which is weird because your
superpower is nothing hurts you.
- That's on the outside.
On the inside, I'm a gooey mess.
[cries]
- There, there.
Let it out.
- [sobs and blows nose]
- Let it all out.
- Look, look, I'm sorry my dad
hurt your feelings,
but I know he loves you.
- Maybe, but it would be nice
to hear it from him.
- Don't worry.
You will, Blobbin.
So you'll fix the car?
- Uh-huh.
I'll just call in
my very well-paid people,
and they'll take care
of everything.
Both: Yes!
- Right after your dad says,
"I love you, Blobbin."
Both: No!
- What do we do?
What do we do?
- Relax, Phoebe.
We just get dad
to say the words,
"I love you, Blobbin."
- And how do we do that?
- Same way I got him
to tell the principal
I was sick last week.
- Please excuse Max
from school today.
He is sick with a cold.
- You didn't have
a cold last week.
- No, but I did record
dad saying the word "cold,"
also "sick," "school,"
and all those other words.
Then I just pieced them together
in this app.
It's actually pretty easy.
Check it out.
- My name is Phoebe.
I'm a doodie head.
- I don't know
how I feel about this.
- Oh, I think you do.
- Wow, Max.
You are a genius.
- Thank you, Phoebe.
- [sighs]
- There they are.
We need to get closer.
- Okay, now all we have to do
is record dad saying,
"I love you, Blobbin."
It is their anniversary.
It shouldn't be too hard
to get the "I love you" part.
[water splashes]
- I'm gonna rip that door
right off its hinges.
- Uh, well, I got "I"
and "hinges."
- Wait, Max.
Dad wrote mom a love poem.
- Eww.
- It's romantic.
And it's what's gonna save us.
Watch.
See, check it out.
Here it says, "I love you."
but now it says,
"I love you, Blobbin."
wow, Phoebe, you're a genius.
- Well, hurry up, genius.
He's looking for it.
- Barb,
I have something for you.
I could have sworn
it was in my pocket.
- Oh, I--I must've dropped it.
It got really wrinkled.
- You ready to record?
- For our anniversary,
I wrote you a poem.
- Hank.
- "From your hair to your eyes
to your heart that's true,
these are all the reasons
that I love you--"
- "Blobbin."
Why didn't he say "Blobbin"?
- [groans]
There were two more verses.
I--I'm so sorry, Barb.
You know I love you.
- Blobbin.
Call her Blobbin.
- It's not gonna happen.
He just said I love you.
What do we do now?
- You know, Max,
I'm always saying
we don't dress up
as a cow nearly enough.
- You never say that.
- Well, I'm saying it now.
- I can't believe your dad
turned a supervillain
into a bunny.
Can I pet him?
- Absolutely not.
- I'm very rich.
- Start behind the ears.
- Coochy, coochy coo.
Coochy, coochy, coo.
- All right, all right,
that's enough.
We're not dating.
- So, Blobbin,
you're tough on the outside,
but just how tough are you?
- Well, why don't you
give it a shot?
Come on, superpunch me.
[chuckles]
It's like a soothing massage
for my tummy.
- My turn, Billy.
I'm bringing the heat.
[laughs]
It tickles.
[giggles]
Both: Awesome!
- No.
Blobtastic!
[all laugh]
- Moo!
Okay, we have the "I love
you."
Now we just need to get Dad
to say, "Blobbin."
- Why do you get to be the
head,
and I have to be the butt?
- Because it was my idea
to write Blobbin
on the dessert menu,
and, well, you're a butt.
Oh, I totally wasn't
talking to you.
You seem lovely.
- I'm sorry tonight went so
bad,
but I have a surprise
in store for you later.
- Is it a cow?
- Hey there, cowpokes.
How about dessert?
- Thank you.
- Oh, since there's only
one thing on the menu,
I guess we'll have that.
- Have what?
- This.
- Cows can't read.
- Yeah, but you're
not a real cow.
- Just say it.
- Oh, the butt talks too.
- All right, fine.
Uh, we'll have the vanilla
ice cream blob in hot fudge.
- Got it.
- Thank you.
- Hey, I think that cow
took my biscuit.
- [sighs]
Ready?
- Ready.
- Hello?
Blobbin?
- Hey, Phoebe, what's up?
- Well, my dad's here,
and he has something
to say to you.
- [hushes]
- I'm so sorry.
You know I love you, Blobbin.
- Aww.
I love you too, Cousin Hank.
So how's dinner going?
- Please excuse Max
from school today.
He is sick with a cold.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
But what about Phoebe,
is she all right?
- My name is Phoebe.
I'm a doodie head.
- No.
No, you're just going through
your awkward years.
- Okay, Blobbin,
well, we have to go,
but you'll call your people
and fix the car?
- Blob-solutely.
Anything for my pal Hank,
who loves me.
- Time for Dad's
new bowling ball.
Both: Three, two, one,
happy anniversary!
- Let me know when you do it.
- Who said you guys
could use my cannon?
- No time, Max.
Blobbin, did your guys
fix the car?
- What car?
Kidding!
[laughs]
Come on, let's check it out.
[laughs]
Kids, tonight we learned
a very important lesson.
A little love...
Goes a long, long way.
- It's gray.
The car is gray.
- Technically,
it's twilight fog.
- Blobbin,
the car used to be red.
Red!
- Oh.
- Would you excuse me
for a minute?
[inaudible scream]
[sighs]
Okay, where were we?
- Hey, Barb, come on out
to the garage for a minute.
- That's Dad.
- That's bad.
Blobbin, clear out.
- Oh, kids, I was wondering
where you were.
- We just thought we'd hang out
in the garage a bit.
You know,
for no particular reason.
- Okay, before Phoebe
says anything else...
Happy anniversary!
- [screams] A car?
Oh, honey, thank you!
We needed a new car.
- It's gray.
- Twilight fog.
- I love it.
I'm just so glad it's not red.
- Red? I think I know you
a little better than that, Barb.
- Oh, let me get some of that
new car smell.
- All right, Phoebe,
how did the car get gray?
- Sorry, that's a secret.
Guess I'm over my problem,
huh?
- Well, it's too bad because
whoever turned this car gray
is who I love the most.
- That's me!
That's me!
- Blobbin?
I love you!
- [laughs gleefully]