- Speed it up, Max.
We're gonna miss Chloe's pre-school graduation party.
- Relax. We're early.
- We're two hours late.
- Yeah, for me that's early.
- Happy graduation, Chlo--no!
What...oh! We missed the whole party.
- [laughs] Remember our graduation party?
- Yeah. Uh, you filled my pockets with candy
and told everyone I was the piñata.
- It was a great party.
- Gotta figure out where everyone is.
- You're right, I do want a snack.
- I didn't...say that.
- You're right. I want a nap, too.
Not a single chip spilled.
- There you are. - [screams]
- Glad you finally decided to come home.
The steak turned out amazing.
- Awesome. You cooked?
- Yeah.
I'll just put this delicious steak next to your chips.
- [plate clattering]
- Enjoy!
- This is nothing.
I once ate a slice of pizza off a bathroom floor.
- Ugh!
- Look, I'm sorry, but I was busy training for the Z Force.
- Yes, but you've forgotten about
the most important force of all...the we force!
- That's not a thing.
- It used to be!
[wheezing]
- How long have you been breathing like that?
- A while. I'm kind of used to it--
just like being ignored by my best friend!
[wheezing]
- That sounds awful.
Say, you got any steak sauce?
- Shouldn't you call the super vet?
- Oh, right, yeah.
I'll call them right after I eat.
- Thank you.
[wheezing]
- I'm gonna eat this upstairs.
- Why isn't anyone getting back to me?
Hey, Thunder Monitor, is my family coming home soon?
Get back in your hole.
- It's a lair and I can go wherever I want.
- Not talking to you, Max.
Oh! Where have you guys been?
- After the party we took Chloe for a ride on her new bike.
- [whooshing]
Watch me ride.
[whooshing]
- I'm not sure she gets it yet.
- [whooshing]
- I can't believe I missed Chloe's party.
Tell me every single person that was there.
Oh, Jayden? Braden?
Aidan? Kayden?
Sam?
- Scabby Sam was here?
I'm eating my food outside.
- This is just so not like me. I never miss anything.
What are those looks for?
- [high-pitched] It's nothing.
- High-pitched "nothing" always means something.
- We've just, sort of, gotten used to you missing out
on family time because of your Z Force training.
- Please! Name one thing I've missed.
- The Planetarium. - The Wax Museum.
- My lecture on scrapbooking.
- I wish I'd missed that one.
- Yesterday you missed an epic family day at Prehistoric Putt.
- What? You guys went to Prehistoric Putt without me?
- Not exactly.
Some parents forgot to get tickets ahead of time.
- Hey, it wasn't all bad.
Since we couldn't get in,
we had a tailgate party in the parking lot.
- I got hit by a car.
- Don't worry. It was parked.
- I didn't realize how much family time
I've been missing out on.
I used to be the queen of family time.
Remember that little crown I made myself?
- Yes, honey. We were all at your coronation.
- You know what, clear your schedules.
In fact--
- You keep that little crown with you all the time?
- Just be glad she didn't bring her scepter.
Nope, there it is.
- Hear ye, hear ye!
I declare tomorrow evening Phoebe Family Fun Night.
I shall make up for all the time I've missed.
Your queen has spoken.
- MAX: I'm not coming, Queen. - Just eat your steak!
- ¶
¶ 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 ¶¶
- Thank you for coming all the way
from Metroburg, Dr. Goodsniffer.
- Are you sure she's a real super vet?
- That's what the ad on the bus said.
- With your permission,
I'm going to examine your soul...internally.
- [glove snaps] - Gah!
- And that's my cue to step out.
- [wheezing]
- Ah, here's the problem. It's your cape.
- My cape?
I'm not gonna take fashion advice
from some crystal- waving weirdo.
- Who hurt you?
Here, let me loosen your cape.
- Ahhhhh...
You fixed me!
Wait. So, I'm not sick?
- No. Your body is just bursting with love.
- What? - You're chubby.
But the good news is you don't have bunny fever.
- Bunny fever? What's that?
- Your insides turn to jelly and you need 24-hour care
for the rest of your pain-filled life.
But you don't have it.
- But if I did,
Max would have to take care of me all the time.
- Now I do recommend
these organic mints for your butt breath.
- Get out!
- Namaste!
- Oh, Max!
- What did Dr. McWeirdo say?
- It's bad, Maxie. Real bad.
I have something called bunny fever.
- Really?
Oh, man. That sounds serious.
- The doctor said it's caused by neglect.
I don't want you to blame yourself.
But it's all your fault.
- Oh, Colosso, I'm so sorry.
Is there anything I can do to help?
- The super vet said I needed someone
to watch me over me all the time.
- I got you.
You won't have to lift a finger...
or whatever you call those things in your paws.
- There's no telling how much time I have.
Just hold me.
- That's a little weird.
- [wheezing]
- Hey, you guys ready for Phoebe Family Fun Night?
- Oh, I thought you said Phoebe Family Fun Fight.
- Why...why would I... never mind.
- [whooshing]
Who wants a knuckle sandwich?
- I clearly said Phoebe Family Fun Night.
- I'll go change.
[whooshing]
- Right, guys, we are going somewhere awesome.
Feast your eyes on these bad boys.
- [squealing]
- Six tickets to Mini Golf
and Family Fun Zone Prehistoric Park.
- Phoebe! How did you get these tickets?
They've been sold out for months.
- Let's just say I know a guy.
Are you Guy?
I'm also going to the fifth grade dance on Friday.
- Well, I can't wait to go to Prehistoric Putt.
- You know, kids, your dad was an award-winning
mini golfer back in his day.
- They called me hole-in-one-Hank!
On account of all the hole-in-ones!
- Isn't that clever? [laughing]
- Can we please leave now?
- Yeah, let's start Family Fun Night.
- All right, all right.
But let's call it Phoebe Family Fun Night...
because that's what the t-shirts say!
You get a shirt... and you get a shirt.
- That steak was delicious!
You didn't stick it in your armpit, did you?
- Of course not.
Ah! - Ah!
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Now this is what I miss,
the old Max and Colosso back and forth.
- Hey, you seem like you're feeling much better.
- I do?
[wheezing]
[raspy voice] Because I'm pretty sure
my insides are turning to jelly.
- What can I do to help?
- Well, there is one thing
that'll take my mind off the pain.
I wrote this song and I'd love for you to sing it for me.
- Yeah, maybe later, buddy.
- There might not be a later.
[wheezing]
- Okay, fine.
¶ Oh, Colosso, your style makes me weak in the knees ¶
¶ Remember the time that you gave me fleas ¶
¶ I love all the evil things you do ¶
¶ And at the end of the day I pick up your poo ¶
- Yeah. Sing it out, Maxie.
- ¶ I ain't gonna kick this habit ¶
¶ Because my best friend he's a rabbit ¶
¶ My best, best, best, best, best, best, best ¶
¶ Best, best, best, best, best, best, best ¶
¶ Colosso and Max are best friends ¶
¶ And I pick up his... ¶
[high note] ¶ poo-oo ¶¶
- [sighing]
- Hope you enjoyed that because I'm never singing it again.
I'm gonna get a drink.
- Well, hurry up because when you get back, uh...
I need you to do that thing you sang about.
- Oh, man.
- [Thunder monitor bleeping]
FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Alert, alert.
Dr. Beatrix Goodsniffer calling.
- Hey, doc. - Namaste.
I'm calling with the name of a personal trainer.
- Oh, don't need one.
Surely a vet like you can admire these pythons.
- [giggles] It's not for you.
It's for your chubby bunny.
- I'm confused.
Why would Colosso need to work out if he's sick?
- He's not sick.
He just has a big belly.
- But why would he tell me he has bunny fever?
- I'm no doctor, but my guess is that he's a liar.
- Yeah, he is.
Wait you're not a doctor?
- Uh...Namaste. - But...
- ¶
- Why do you have 18 putters?
- Because after I sink a putt,
I like to do a little celebration dance.
- Show 'em, Hank.
- Hole-in-one! Woo!
- [golf club thuds]
- Save it for the course, baby.
- For being the hottest ticket in town,
this place sure looks empty.
- Mm-hm. - Yeah.
You know what, you guys go take a picture with the dinosaur
and I'll figure what's going on here, all right?
Don't have any fun without me.
Just kidding.
Not really.
- Cool! A real dinosaur.
- Billy, you know dinosaurs are extinct.
- I don't care if they stink.
I still wanna take a picture with them.
- Oh, uh...excuse me, sir.
Do you work here?
- I'm the owner.
- [dinosaur cane roaring] "Prehistoric Putt."
- Basil Healey-Hutchinson of the Wotton Healey-Hutchinsons.
- Oh, uh, I'm Phoebe Thunderman of the...
Hiddenville Thundermans.
- Lovely to meet you. [chuckles]
We're closed.
- What? No, no, no. You can't be closed.
- Oh, I'm afraid I can't let anyone in.
You see the dinos need a little, uh, jiggery-pokery.
- I'm sorry, could you say that one more time
in American teenager?
- The dinos are broke, yo. [laughs]
But do be sure to come again.
- But, no, no, no, it has to be tonight.
It's Phoebe Family Fun Night.
- Oh! Well, in that case... [chuckling]
...we're still closed.
- [dinosaur cane roaring] "Prehistoric Putt."
- Cheerio.
- Wait.
Oh, oh, wait! Mr. Healey- Hutchinson, you forgot your...
- It's closed? - Are you kidding me?
- Worst night ever!
- Did you guys really think I wouldn't come through?
I had this park shut down for our special night.
- BILLY, NORA: CHLOE: Yay!
- Welcome...
- [lock clicks]
...to Prehistoric Putt!
- ¶
- ALL: [cheering]
- Another hole-in-one!
Woo! - [golf club thuds]
- All right, time for a Phoebe Family Snack Break.
Who wants...
- [drumstick thuds]
- ...a dino drumstick?
- Vending machine meat?
Yes, please.
- [dinosaur cane roaring] "Prehistoric Putt."
- Oh, no...
A photo booth! Hey, guys!
Why don't we go make some memories...
out of the way, where no one can see us.
- Just let me finish this drumstick.
- [powers whooshing]
Guess you're done.
In the booth.
Go, go, go. Come on. Everyone go in.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.
- NORA: What's that smell? - BILLY: Don't look at me.
- CHLOE: Sorry. I have issues.
- Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I knew someone stole my keys.
We have a trespassasaurus.
- Grrr!
- Yes, you're right... large security person.
We should sweep the perimeter.
[chuckles] Tally-ho!
- [flashbulb pops]
- All right. Let's check out our family photo.
- PHOEBE: Not our best.
Guys, why don't we finish up Phoebe Family Fun Night--
wait for it--
at home! Booyah!
- But we're only half way through the course.
- Yeah. Your father's on a hot streak.
He's gonna be the first person
to get a hole-in-one on the 18th hole.
- According to the website, if you sink that shot,
the dinosaur will spit out a lifetime family pass.
- BARB, CHLOE, NORA, BILLY: Whoa...
- Fine, but, um, why don't we make it interesting...
speed golf.
We play the rest of the holes as fast as we can.
- Well, international mini-golf rules clearly--
- You're already losing Dad.
- Max! - [bell ringing]
- Ma-a-a-a-ax!
What took you so long?
- I was upstairs doing some research on bunny fever.
- Bunny what?
Oh, bunny fever! The thing I have.
Yeah, it eats away at your memory.
[wheezing]
- Well, there's good news.
Turns out it's caused by an allergic reaction
to tiny clothes.
- Tiny clothes?
- Yeah.
Your outfits are making you sick.
But, all we have to do is destroy your clothes
and you'll be good as new.
- Destroy my clothes?
But...shouldn't we get a second opinion?
- We don't have time for that, buddy.
Let's start with your favorite outfit.
- Ooh! My leather-lined wizard ensemble?
- [flames sizzling] - [gasps]
No!
- Sounds like you're getting worse.
I'd better step it up.
[powers whooshing]
It's for your own good, Dumbledork.
- Stop! Stop! Clothes before bros!
Look, I...I really don't have bunny fever.
- I know.
I spoke to the doctor.
Why would you do that?
You made me sing that stupid song.
- Stupid?
It's already been covered by Ed Sheeran.
- Seriously, Colosso, I was worried.
- I know.
I just needed a way to hang out with you again.
It was like the old days when we were the we force.
- Again, not a thing.
But I'm sorry, you're right.
I have been really busy training for the Z Force and...
I'll try to make more time for you.
- Great.
Can I ask one more favor?
- Fine. But this is the last time.
- COLOSSO & MAX: [harmonizing] ¶ I pick up his poo-oo ¶
- Billy go! Nora go! Chloe, go!
- Okay, see you at home.
[whooshing]
- Not what I meant, but, hey, one down, four to go.
Okay, guys, let's get to the 18th hole
before we get caught--
--up in all the prehistoric fun.
- HANK: There she is, the 18th hole.
All I have to do is hit the ball into its mouth,
down the tail and into the hole.
No one has ever sunk this putt
in the history of Prehistoric Putt.
- Didn't this place just open?
- Shh! Let Daddy have his moment.
- [dinosaur cane roaring] "Prehistoric Putt."
- Uh, yeah, but can you have it a little faster?
- Fine.
Oh, halfway there!
- ALL: Ohhhhh!
- It's not there yet, guys.
All we have to do is wait for gravity to pull it in--
even if it takes all night.
- [powers whooshing] - [ball drops]
- ALL: [cheering]
- Gravity, you've done it again.
- Hole-in-one-Hank! Woo--oh!
Actually, I'm keeping this one.
That way I'll always remember Phoebe Family Fun Night.
- That's what the t-shirts were for, but, whatever.
- Ha! Look! It's the hooligans!
- Grrr!
- You heard him.
What are you doing here?
- We can explain.
- Yeah. I just made a hole-in-one.
That dinosaur is about to spit out a lifetime pass.
- [flames roaring]
- That dinosaur is wonkerjawed!
You've doomed us all!
- BARB: Everybody get out of here.
- [flames roaring]
- [moaning] Now my ankle's wonkerjawed!
- [flames roaring] - [whimpering]
- Where are you going?
Oh...oh...
my dino babies have turned against me.
- Quick, you guys go.
I'm gonna go save this... funny talking man
I've never seen and/or spoken to.
- We're not leaving you.
We'll all do this together.
- [flames roaring]
- I think I can super-speed past those flames.
- But if he sees us use our powers,
the whole town's gonna know our secret again.
- [flames roaring]
- Wait...
maybe we can use this egg to block the dinosaur's mouth.
Dad, do you think you can make another hole-in-one?
- I'm on it.
Good thing I still have my last Thunder putter.
[grunts, winces]
- Dad, hurry up! - All right.
[laughing] - You did it!
- No. We did it. - Thanks, Dad.
- Me and my putter. - Okay.
- NORA: Are you okay? - No.
No, you...scoundrels.
You broke into my beloved Prehistoric Putt
and almost fried me like fish and chips.
- Broke in?
- Mmm! Fish and chips.
- You! You're the one who made off with my keys.
[chuckles]
Well, I'm gonna call the police.
- Police? Phoebe, what is going on here?
- You guys are gonna laugh!
Uh, when we showed up, this place was "closed."
Ha...so I borrowed the little man's keys and,
sort of, snuck us in here.
So, we're technically "trespassing."
[sheepish laugh]
Why aren't you guys laughing?
- Oh, we'll have plenty of time to laugh...
in prison!
- Phoebe, why would you do that?
- 'Cause I just wanted us to all have an amazing night
to make up for everything I've missed out on lately.
I don't know, I just didn't wanna disappoint you guys again.
- Phoebe, we haven't been disappointed in you.
I mean, not until you started breaking the law.
- You haven't?
- Of course not.
- Sweetie, you've been out saving the world.
- Sorry, how's that?
- With your good grades and "can do" attitude.
- We couldn't be more proud of you.
- Thanks, Dad.
You're talking to your putter again, aren't you?
- No, I'm not.
Yes, I am. [kisses]
- I think it's time for a Phoebe Family Fun Hug.
- Moments like this are why
I came to the New World to create Prehistoric Putt.
- Wait, does that mean you're not gonna call the police?
- No, and, uh, in return, may I have one of those t-shirts?
- Aww! You wanna remember us?
- I most certainly do.
- [hammer banging]
- There! [chuckling]
Phoebe Thunderman is banned for life.
- Stop leaving me your keys!
- ¶