- ¶
- Ooh. Love me a good limbo.
¶ How low can you go ¶
¶ Unh! How low can you-- ¶
Oh! [groans]
Why-y-y-y-y?
- It's a bow staff.
I'm training with it so I can add it as one of my special
skills to our Z Force application.
Wanna see some more moves?
- No, no! I like my bones.
- Check it out.
If we list enough amazing talents on this baby,
we'll stand out from our competition.
- Well, I was gonna give you my list of special skills,
you know, before you went all Kung Fu Phoebe on me.
- All right, let's see.
Freeze breath, heat breath, telekinesis.
Max, we both have these powers.
Special skills are what you bring to the Z Force
that no one else does.
- Well, then, put down slow-motion arm farting.
- [slow arm fart]
- I will not.
- Okay, fine.
What did you put on your list?
- Well, uh, to name a few-- codebreaking,
conversational Japanese, power core, turkey calls,
knot-tying, BASE jumping, spelunking, accents,
photographic memory, and speed-talking.
- Well, you didn't read the last special skill on my list:
inventing gadgets.
- Ha! Yeah.
Oh, you're serious?
Come on, Max.
Name of your gadgets that didn't backfire.
- The nosehairlizer. - Gave Nora a beard.
- The supervillain eye patch. - Turned a child evil.
- The brain meld. - Speaks for itself.
- Well, you haven't seen my newest gadget.
- A...brush?
- It's not just a brush, Phoebe.
It's a gel brush.
Hair gel and brush together at last!
- Wow. Can't wait to see how this blows up in your face.
- [gel squirting] - Ugh! Ah!
- Oh. Yeah. That's out.
- [screaming]
- [heavy thud]
- ¶
- HANK: [groans]
Barb, I keep getting mean chirps
from that guy on my bowling league. Look.
"You put the gut in gutterball."
- Why is someone sending you mean chirps, Dad?
- Ever since everyone found out your dad's Thunder Man,
this guy Nico is saying he used his powers
to win last year's bowling championship.
- [cell phone chirping] - Butthead?
No! You're the butthead!
- Uh, Hank?
Watch your language.
- Butthead! - BARB: Okay.
- Sorry.
It's just that I won this trophy fair and square.
And there's nothing that two-faced magician
can say to change that.
- A magician? Named Nico?
As in the Amazing Nico?
- He's our favorite.
- Yeah, he's way better than that magician
you got for my birthday-- Good Enough Greg.
- That guy made the fun disappear.
- Nico's big trick is that he can walk through walls.
- Whoop-di-do. I fly through the ceiling every day.
- Yeah, about that?
Please stop.
- Dad, can you take us to meet Nico?
- Absolutely not.
- Guys, Dad's taking us to meet the Amazing Nico!
- No, no, no, no, no, no, I didn't say that.
- BILLY, NORA, CHLOE: Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!
- Aw, that's so sweet of you, Hank!
- What just happened?
- ¶
- She says I stink at gadgets?
She's the one who stinks.
- Yeah, she does.
- I worked all night on this.
- Yeah, you did.
- Don't tell me I don't have any special skills.
- Okay, Mommy. Love you, too.
Oh, I'm sorry. Were you talking to me?
- Yes.
I've been talking to you for the past 12 hours
while I've been working on my most amazing project yet.
- I ignored you for 12 hours?
I gotta call and tell my mom.
- Stop calling your mom!
- PHOEBE: [grunts]
Like my new skill?
- Annoying entrances? That's not new.
- Whatever. What'd you wanna talk about?
- Phoebe, what's the best way to fight crime?
- Well, the Hero League manual says--
- Wrong! - Aah!
- The best way is to stop it before it happens.
I give you...
The crimecaster! - [gadget beeping]
- It's a gadget that crunches years of crime statistics
through a state-of-the-art algorithm.
Heh! Al-go-rithm!
- Did you sleep last night?
- No! - Oh, okay.
- Point is, it predicts future crimes
so we can use it to catch criminals in the act.
Heh. In the act!
I'm sorry. I really need a nap.
- Wow, that gadget sounds unbelievable...
as in I am unable to believe that it works.
- [gadget beeping]
- MAX's COMPUTERIZED VOICE: It's crime time.
- Looks like it's about to prove you wrong.
It says, "Hiddenville High will be vandalized tonight."
Unless we're there to stop it.
- All right, fine, Max, if this works,
then we will put gadgets on our Z Force application.
- [clapping hands]
- I know. They never shut up.
Hold on.
Mom, I think they heard me.
- ¶
¶ What you see ¶
¶ Is not what you get ¶
¶ Livin' our lives with a secret ¶
¶ We fit right in ¶
¶ Bet you never guessed ¶
¶ 'Cause we're livin' 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 ¶
¶ Livin' a double life ¶¶
- ¶
[suspenseful music]
- Max, no one's vandalized the school yet.
We've been here all night.
- Oh, that's your newest skill?
Telling me how long you've been doing stuff?
- Actually, no. It's calligraphy.
- "Max is bad at gadgets."
Oh, that's nice. Can I see it?
- Sure. - I am not bad at gadgets!
- Face it, Max. Your crimecaster's a dud.
But don't worry. We're still in good shape.
I've got plenty of special skills for the both of us.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means our application is loaded with great stuff.
- Well, yeah, with your stuff.
- Max, it's our stuff. We're a team.
Now let's go home and add pep talks
to my list of special skills.
- Too bad throwing garbage away isn't a skill.
- [gadget thuds] - Dang it.
- [gadget thuds] - Dang it!
- [gadget thuds] - Come on!
- ¶
- Right, according to Nico's Chirper account,
he's here having lunch.
- Oh, is that him?
- No, it's just Good Enough Greg.
- Ta-da!
- Never give up, Greg.
- There's Amazing Nico.
- Hey. Nico.
- Oh, hello, Hank.
- Yeah, listen, uh, my kids wanted to meet you.
They're huge fans...
for some reason.
- I love my fans.
- Oh, my gosh. He's looking at us.
- I'm freaking out.
- Stay cool, guys.
- Anyway, uh, could you please sign their pictures?
- I already did.
[hands whooshing]
- NORA & BILLY: Whoa!
- Can you show us your trick where you walk through a wall?
- Anything for a fan.
But not here.
These walls don't look very clean.
- The walls at our house are clean.
You can come do the trick there.
- Oh, absolutely not.
- Dad said Nico can come over! - I didn't say that.
- CHLOE, NORA, BILLY: Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!
- That's so nice of you, Hank.
- Why can't anyone hear me?
- I'll see you tonight, kids.
In the meantime, have a burger on me.
Or is it on you?
[hands whooshing]
- Awesome! - Whoa!
- Where's mine?
- Open your hand.
- Chicken nuggets? You're amazing.
- It's really nice of you to put our differences aside
and do this for my kids.
- Oh, I'm not doing this for your kids.
I want that bowling trophy, cheater.
- No way. I am not a cheater.
- Well, you're about to cheat your kids out of
seeing the trick "The Hiddenville Gazette"
called "wall-to-wall fun."
- Fine.
The trophy for the trick.
My address is-- - No need.
I already got it-- from your wallet.
[hands whooshing]
By the way, you paid for those burgers.
Magic!
- Yes, Mrs. Colosso, I give him tummy tickles.
Why are you making me talk to her?
- Five minutes out of your day.
That's all she asks for.
- Hey. Max?
I have good news.
The school was horribly vandalized last night.
Well, technically that's bad news.
But the good news about the bad news is your gadget works!
- MAX: "You've been vandalized"?
Wow. Good thing I'm not the kind of guy who says I told you so.
But he is.
- He told you so.
- Thanks, buddy.
- Well, hey.
I've never been happier to be wrong.
Adding gadgets to your list of special skills
is really gonna turbocharge our application.
- Great. Thanks.
- Congrats, Max.
You're actually pulling it off.
- My highlights? They look natural, right?
- Uh, no.
I mean not telling Phoebe that you were the one
who vandalized the school.
- What would make you think that?
- I caught you red-handed.
Seriously, there's red paint all over your hands.
- Fine, okay? You got me.
But...I just had to convince Phoebe I'm good at gadgets.
Don't want her to think I don't bring anything to the team.
- But isn't your dumb gadget
gonna keep predicting crimes that won't happen?
- No, don't worry. I took care of it.
- [sighs] Hey, Max?
I want to take a picture of the crimecaster
to include it in our application.
- We can't.
I threw it out after you called my beautiful creation a dud.
- Well, could you just make another crimecaster?
- Impossible. It was one of a kind.
And I burned all my notes
after you called my beautiful creation--
- A dud. I get it.
- It's just sad, really, that the crimecaster
didn't predict the crime of you not believing in me...
because now it's at the bottom of the Hiddenville dump,
never to be found again.
- I found it!
- That's amazing.
- [gadget beeping] - MAX's VOICE: It's crime time.
- And it still works! - No!
Way!
- It says there's gonna be a delivery of smuggled gold
at a fish warehouse downtown tonight.
We're gonna be there to stop it.
- Or we can call the fish police.
That's a thing, right?
- Max, this is our bust.
We're gonna take those smugglers down.
Uh, the Z Force is gonna freak when they see
how good your gadget is.
- [sighs]
Phoebe's gonna freak when she finds out I lied to her.
She's never gonna trust me again.
- Unless we make sure she doesn't find out.
And I know just how to do it.
- Yeah, I hear what you're saying.
We fake the gold heist and Phoebe never suspects
the crimecaster doesn't work.
- I was gonna say blast her into space.
- Why is that your plan for everything?
- [suspenseful music]
¶
- Okay. According to my crimecaster,
the bad guys should be here any minute.
- This is so exciting, Max.
Your machine is gonna change crime-fighting as we know it.
Oh, um, one question.
What's on my face?
- It's a beard.
We have to blend in as dock workers.
Now, wear some of this tuna cologne.
- [spritzing cologne] - PHOEBE: [coughing]
- I'll scout the perimeter.
- Cool. I'll go throw up.
- Colosso, is everything set up?
- Aye!
Phoebe will be shiverin' her timbers when she thinks
the bad guys are here to nab the smuggled booty.
- You're supposed to be a dock worker, not a pirate.
- And you're supposed to be good at gadgets.
Now, to set the mood with some soothing dock sounds.
- [whale calls] - Whale noises?
- Aye! The elephants of the deep.
- Would you turn that thing off?
This has to work.
Phoebe cannot find out I lied to her.
- She won't--thanks to Captain Colosso.
But best be ready.
A couple of scallywags are about to ent-arrrgh!
- [door creaking sound effect]
- COLOSSO: [deep voice] Time to get that gold.
- PHOEBE: Max, I just heard the crooks.
- She's fallen for it.
- Hey, I'm gonna go investigate.
- No, let's just keep listening
and hope they don't find a secret way out
that'll prevent us from seeing or catching them.
- [computer beeping]
- FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Alert! Alert!
The Amazing Nico approaching.
- He's not that amazing.
- COMPUTER VOICE: "The Hiddenville Gazette"
called him-- - Don't make me buy a doorbell!
- He's here! He's here! He's here!
Where is he?
- I'm right here.
Magic!
- BILLY, CHLOE, NORA: Wow!
- Thanks for having me for dinner.
I hope you like flowers.
[hands whooshing]
- Oh, thanks! They're beautiful.
[sniffing] And they smell so nice.
- All right, we've all seen flowers.
- So, kids, are you ready to see me walk through a wall?
- BILLY, CHLOE, NORA: Yay!
- Pick a wall while I handle some business
with your father first.
- There's so many walls.
- Which one do we pick?
- I can't take the pressure!
- This is too important.
I'd better go ask him.
- Quit stalling. We made a deal.
You give me the trophy. I walk through a wall.
- Fine.
Even though I won it fair and square, I'll give it to you.
All I want is to make my kids happy.
- [imitating] All I want is to make my kids happy.
- Guys, Dad's giving Nico his trophy for this.
- He loves that trophy.
He'll be heartbroken.
- There's only one thing that can make Dad feel better.
- Watching Nico walk through a wall?
- Yup.
- Bring on the magic, baby!
- COLOSSO: [deep voice] Now it's time to get that gold.
Look for the crate that says, uh, "gold."
- Why would they write "gold" on a crate full of stolen gold?
- Well, maybe they had very little time to put this
all together and they're just doing the best they can.
- Okay, um, let's check these crates for gold.
- [cell phone rings] - COLOSSO: Mom?
Yeah, it's going great.
Me and Max are tricking Phoebe.
She's so dumb.
- [powers whooshing]
- Colosso?
- [deep voice] Uh... pay no attention to
the bunny behind the curtain.
- Okay, why would you and Colosso fake this whole crime?
I mean, unless-- [gasps]
--the crimecaster doesn't work!
- How dare you.
- Oh, just stop, Max. I caught you red-handed.
- For your information,
this was from when I vandalized the school.
- [scoffs] So you've been lying to me this whole time?
- Hey, who are these guys?
- Doesn't matter.
We're gonna have to get rid of 'em.
- Let me guess, Max, you hired these two goons
to make it look like a real crime was happening?
- No, I've never seen those two before in my life.
Colosso, tell her.
Traitor!
- Where did you even find these losers?
I mean, look at their stupid costumes.
- Phoebe, don't! - Hey!
- Wow, his fake beard is worse than yours.
Ha! - Ow.
- This is actually pretty good.
- That's because these guys are--
- [heavy thud] - MAX & PHOEBE: [groan]
- --real criminals. - Yes, I see that now.
- ¶
- Time to hand over the trophy...cheater.
- You're more than just a trophy.
You were my reason to wake up every morning.
[kisses trophy]
- I'm gonna let that one slide
because I know you're hurting right now.
- [sobbing]
- This whole thing's starting to make me feel bad.
- Me, too.
- I feel hungry.
And, you know, bad for Dad.
- So we agree.
Just because Dad would do anything for us
doesn't mean we should let him.
- And now I will ask permission from the wall
to allow me to pass through it.
¶ Ooh, wally-wally-wally- wally-wally-wally-wally-wally ¶
- Nico, stop! - Why?
- Because we're taking back our dad's trophy.
I want to stop, but I have to see how this ends.
- Looking for this?
Hey! No! Hey!
- Give it back! - Hand it over!
- It's mine! - Kids, it's okay.
If he wants it so bad, just let him have it.
- Listen to your father. Just let go.
- NORA: She's right. We should just let go.
- NICO: Whoa!
- [plaster shatters]
- Again! Again!
- Hey, Dad got his trophy back
and we saw Nico go through the wall.
- Here you go, Dad.
- Oh, thanks, kids. Oh...
- [groans] It's too bad I don't have an ice pack.
Or do I? [hands whooshing]
Oh! Oh! - [heavy thud]
- ¶
- [handcuffs clanging]
- PHOEBE: [grunts] [sighs]
- Just had to go digging around the dump
to find my crimecaster, didn't you?
- Oh, so this is my fault?
- I'm glad you're saying it.
- Hey, I don't get it.
Why did you try to trick me into thinking
the crimecaster worked?
- So we could put gadgets on our Z Force application.
- I already told you--
I have enough special skills for the both of us.
- Phoebe, I don't want to get into the Z Force
because you're great.
I want to get in because we're both great.
Even if it's not true.
- Found some yellow bricks, Boss, but no gold.
- That's gold, you idiot.
- They're smuggling gold?
- That means your crimecaster works!
- But it was wrong about the school being vandalized.
- What? Max, it was vandalized--
by you.
- You're right.
My beautiful creation works!
I can't wait to show it to the world.
- [gadget beeping]
- Stop looking at me, weird machine.
- [gadget beeping] - [roaring]
- [glass shatters] - Crimecaster! No!
- Hey, at least now we know you're good at gadgets.
I just wish we had one to get us out of this.
- Wait.
Phoebe, I do.
[powers whooshing]
My gel brush.
- What? Are you gonna brush his beard?
He really doesn't like people touching it.
- No, watch.
- [gel squishing]
- ¶
- Yes, I am the king of gadgets!
- Could you be the duke of quieting down?
- Hey! They got loose.
- Should we get 'em?
- No, we should let 'em walk way.
Yes, we should get 'em!
- Time to test out my special skill.
- ¶
- Ah!
Hey, tiny?
Let's dance!
- Is that a limbo stick?
- It's a bow staff!
[grunts of effort]
- ¶
- Looks like it's you and me.
- I'm gonna slap those highlights right off your head.
Yeah, that's right. You're not fooling anybody.
- ¶
- [grunts of effort]
- ¶
- [roaring]
- [barrel clangs]
- ¶
- I don't got all day, man.
[spritzes gel] - Uh!
[coughing]
- Stinks, huh?
Smell the bottom of my foot.
- [heavy thud]
- ¶
- Good job, Phoebe.
Looks like your new skill paid off.
- Hey, the crimecaster paid off--
which is why we are putting gadgets on our application.
- [laughs] I am the king of gadgets!
- [car engine revving]
- I got the gold, Ma! We're gonna be rich!
- [tires screeching] - [chain snaps]
- COLOSSO: [screaming]
- [car crashes]
- [hub cap rattling]
- COLOSSO: Max!
Can you call a tiny ambulance?
- So anyway, the application's gonna be great.
- Yeah, I feel really good about it.
- ¶