- ¶
- You can't make us go to school in this windstorm.
You have to let us skip.
- We'll let you skip school when pigs fly.
- [pig squealing]
- Flying pig! - No school!
- You still have to go.
- Guys, it's only a bit of wind.
You just have to dress for it.
- Wow, you found a helmet that fits your pointy head.
- Yeah, and it also does this...
- Ow!
- All right, Chloe,
we need you to teleport us to school again.
- You still owe me candy for the last time I took you.
- Well, let me grab you a piece from my--
Grab her, Billy!
- CHLOE: [whooshing]
- Got her.
- Guess I should have been more specific.
- Kids, quit messin' around and get to school.
- Yeah. Do we have to tell you the story
about Heinrich Hiddenville III again?
- KIDS: No!
- Our mayor... - KIDS: [groaning]
- ...Heinrich Hiddenville III,
grandson of our our town's founder,
always went to school no matter what.
- Even on November 4th, 1955,
when young Heinrich was attacked by a bear.
[growling] - HANK: [screams]
He used his trusty pencil to scare the bear away!
- [gasping] Oh, I'm bear-y frightened.
- Yeah, we all are, guys.
- Not only did he make it to school,
but he won a dance contest that night.
- And he became so popular that he was voted class president.
- Which made him want to be mayor one day.
Blah, blah, lies.
- No, it's true.
- Oh, sweet, sweet Mother,
you don't need to trick me with some fake mayor story.
I'd go to school on Saturdays, if it weren't trespassing.
- Yeah, and if you're gonna make up stories,
at least throw in some mermaids.
People like mermaids.
- I don't like mermaids.
- Yoo-hoo! - Who is that?
- You'd better hope it's not a mermaid.
- BLOBBIN: [screaming] - [wind howling]
- BLOBBIN: [straining]
[groans]
- Cousin Blobbin, are you okay?
- Hi-ya! Hi-ya! Hi-ya!
- [chair clatters]
- A simple, "I'm fine" would've been cool.
- COLOSSO: Is that my breakfast burrito?
Oh, hi, Blobbin.
- Hi, ThunderCousos. [sighing]
I've got good news.
I'm treating you to an all-expense-paid vacation...
- THUNDERMANS: Yay!
- ...in my cozy timeshare.
- [wind howling]
- THUNDERMANS: Ohhhh...
- Oh, come on, it'll be fun.
- Uh, I wish we could, but we have school.
- School. Yes. [laughs]
I knew it'd come in handy one day.
- How about you two?
Who needs a... ¶ Vacay ¶
- Well, we have to...
- Uh, give Colosso a bath.
- A bath? Never!
Viva la stink!
- See what we're dealing with?
Sorry, but we're a no-go.
- Okay, but if you change your mind--
- Oh, we won't. Bye, Blobbin.
- [wind howling]
- And bye, kids.
Have fun at school! - We will!
- [wind howling]
- Should we give them a ride?
- In this wind? [laughing] No, thank you.
- [wind howling]
- Oh, that was the worst walk to school ever.
- How is your hair still so perfect?
- Please, Phoebe.
Nothing's takin' down my swoosh.
Hey, guys.
Your parents tell you that bogus story, too?
- Yeah. They tricked me by making it a puppet show.
And you know me--I am not easily tricked.
- Wolfgang's lucky.
I bet his host family didn't make him come in.
- WOLFGANG: [thuds, groans]
- [wind howling]
- Hey! Doors closed, maggots.
You're lettin' in all the riffraff.
- Principal Bradford, how come you look so put together?
- Yeah, why don't you look all messed up from the wind?
- [laughs] It's probably because he lives here.
- STUDENTS: [laughing]
- I say now. Oh, come on. I don't live here.
I live at one, two, uh, three school street.
[laughing]
Phoebe has tree hair!
- WOLFGANG: [laughing]
- [school bell rings]
- Right. I look ridiculous.
I should have just stayed home.
- We all should have.
And it's supposed to be windy all week.
We're gonna have to keep coming back here
because of Heinrich Stupidville.
- Unless we can find proof that story's fake.
Follow me to the library.
- Yeah, right, I'll go to the library when pigs fly.
- [pig squealing]
- Okay, whose pig is that?
- Let's go!
All these books on the history of Hiddenville
and they all tell the same ridiculous Heinrich story.
At least we got to hang at the libe.
- Never ever call a library "the libe."
- [wind howling]
- NORA: [sighs]
That was crazy.
The wind tossed Billy into a tree.
- [laughs] Phoebe got tossed in a tree, too.
- MAX & NORA: [laugh]
- ¶ Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ¶
- It sounds like Blobbin's back.
- [wind howling]
- Hi-ya, ThunderMateys.
- Going on a big trip--
to a pirate convention?
- [chuckling]
I went back to the 1700s,
and sailed the high seas with Captain Blackbeard.
- The 1700s?
- Is that oversized refrigerator in the driveway a time machine?
- Indeedy, doozers.
But I call it a timeshare because I share it
with a certain billionaire whose name rhymes with...
Poprah Shwinfrey.
- He's talking about Taylor Swift.
- Anyway... [chuckles]
Arrrrg your parents home?
- Oh, probably still trying to give Colosso a bath.
- Ah... [sniffing]
I could probably use one, too.
Oh, Hank!
- Guys, this is perfect. We have a time machine.
- We can go back to 1776 and ride dinosaurs.
- No. We can go back in time
and prove that that Heinrich story's a lie.
Then no parent could ever use it
to make a kid go to school again.
- Are you crazy, Max?
Time travel isn't something you just toy with.
- We're not gonna toy with it.
We're just gonna... fuss with it a little.
But, hey, you do what you want.
- [wind howling]
- Oh, Phoebe.
W-W-A-E-D.
What Would Albert Einstein Do?
Wait up!
- [wind howling]
- MAX: To the 1950s! - [electrical zapping]
- MAX: Here we go-o-o-o-o-o!
- [door creaking]
- Did it work? Are we in 1955?
- It smells like hair grease and milkshakes,
so, I'm gonna say yes.
- ¶
¶ 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 ¶¶
- ['50s rock 'n roll]
- I can't believe we traveled back in time.
- [lasers zapping] - Ow!
What'd you do that for?
- I just wanted to make sure my lasers still work in 1955.
- We have to hide the timeshare
before we start looking for Heinrich.
- There's a button here that says "camouflage."
[presses button]
- Hey, where did it go?
[thuds] Oh!
Found it.
- Way to go, SuperZero!
- Colosso, what are you doing here?
- I jumped in your camper before you went back in time.
I do not like baths.
- Stay here until we're ready to go.
- Will do...
something different!
See ya, suckers! [laughing]
- Well, that's not good.
- We'll deal with him later.
[gasps] I think that's Heinrich.
He looks just like the kid in the picture.
- Gosh, that's a pretty flower.
I shall smell it, then record it in my flower journal.
- [laughing]
Okay, there's no way that kid fights off a bear.
- Well, we're about to find out.
Look! - [bear growling]
- KIDS: [screaming]
- Okay, the big, scary bear part checked out,
But there's no way he's gonna fight it off with a pencil.
- [bear growling]
- Listen here, Mr. Bear,
you can't stand in the way of my education.
- [bear growling]
[quiet growl]
- What the what?
The story's true.
- I wonder what else Mom and Dad were right about?
Should I be wearing underwear?
- Wait, it's not too late to make them wrong about this.
What if we...
stop Heinrich from getting to school?
- Whoa, whoa, Max.
It's one thing to toy with time.
Now you wanna toy with attendance?
- Phoebe, if we stop him from going to school,
parents won't be able to tell the story anymore.
- We freeze him and when he thaws out later,
he'll have missed the whole day.
How hard could it be?
- I hate it when you say "how hard could it be?"
- Yeah, how hard could it be? - How hard could it be?
- Everyone, stop it!
- Come on, before he gets away.
- [frosty air gusting]
- Great Scott! What was that?
- Shoot, missed! Billy, block him!
- [zooming]
- Gee willikers!
I'm being accosted by supervillains.
- [zooming]
We're not supervillains. We're superheroes.
- I'm being accosted by superheroes.
- We're just trying to skip school
on a windy day 60 years from now.
Stand still! [lasers zapping]
- You...you stay away from me,
you no-goodnicks!
Ow! My leg!
Because of you monsters, I'm gonna miss school.
- Well, you heard him. Our work here is done.
- I'm gonna miss the sock hop.
What will I write in my dance journal?
- We can't just leave him here, guys.
Guys?
Wait up!
- [electrical zapping]
- ¶
- Hey, the wind is gone.
- Even better---
Mom and Dad will never tell us that annoying story again.
- Something's different.
- It's the lamp, isn't it?
- Where are Mom and Dad?
Are we in the wrong house?
- Are you part of the Puking Scorpions Biker Gang?
- KIDS: No.
- Then you are definitely in the wrong house.
- Let me smack 'em, Daddy!
- Whoa, there's a mistake. We live here.
Look at our family portrait.
Which is now you guys getting arrested.
- He's making fun of our vacation picture!
Get 'em! - Yeah!
- PHOEBE: It's clear what's happening here!
- MAX: When we went back in time, we changed history?
- Yes, and they're gonna hurt us, so go right now!
All right, Billy and Nora are safe in the timeshare.
Let's find out exactly how we changed things.
Wow, look at our school.
- This place is a dump.
Evil Max would have loved it.
- Hey, you!
Give up the lunch money and nobody gets hurt.
- She's lying!
Either way, we're gonna pound you into next week.
- Uh, Gideon, Cherry, it's me, Phoebe.
- We don't know you.
- Yeah, gimme your lunch money!
And your number.
- [laughing]
I'm sorry, he's just so adorable when he's being tough.
- Is this adorable? - Oh!
Yeah. A little.
- [shrill whistle]
- Wolfen Pack!
[howling]
- We'd better go.
- You got off easy this time, losers!
[stamps foot] - Ow!
Why aren't they hurting you?
- Hey, Bradford.
- The name's Bad Chad.
What the heck do you want?
- We're just trying to know what happened to Hiddenville.
- Yeah, didn't Heinrich Hiddenville III
become mayor and make the town awesome?
- Heinrich Hiddenville III?
You mean King Heinie, the crime boss?
- He's a crime boss?
Named King Heinie?
- Everyone knows the story of King Heinie.
Four superheroes attacked him and he missed his dance contest.
His hatred of superheroes
drove him to an amazing life of crime.
- Been there.
- Heinrich grew up to become a powerful crime boss
and took over Hiddenville.
He banished all superheroes.
And bears.
He is one angry Heinie.
- That's why the town filled up with criminals.
- It sure did.
Including me. - My purse!
- [mockingly] My purse now. Hee-hee.
- Oh, now I see why Mom and Dad weren't in the house.
They never moved here.
- This is all our fault.
I just wanted Mom and Dad to stop telling that story.
We have to go back in time
and stop ourselves from hurting Heinrich.
- Phoebe, we can't do that.
If we see ourselves in the past,
the whole universe could close in on itself.
Watch a movie, ya bookworm!
- Okay, then, let's go back later in the day
and talk to King Heinie.
[laughing] That name is so fun to say.
- Maybe if we can help him win the dance contest,
he won't hate superheroes
and everything will go back to normal.
- Okay, great. Let's do that.
And find some shoes. - Why?
- Someone stole ours.
- So nice!
- [electrical zapping]
- [door creaking]
- Okay, we're back in the '50s.
- NORA: First step, find Heinrich.
- There he is.
- Well, that first step was easy.
Now all we have to do is get him to win a dance contest.
How hard could it be?
- [bicycle bell ringing]
- Stop saying "How hard could it be?"
- If the dweeb's leg is broken,
how are we gonna fix the future?
- We'll figure something out.
Now Heinrich is probably gonna be scared
when he sees us, so nobody--
Where's Billy?
- Yo, Heinrich. Remember me?
- [screams]
- MAX: Hey, buddy! Chill out!
We're here to help.
- Chill out?
Is that superhero wordplay
because of your ice mouth powers?
- We came back to say sorry.
- You're not gonna hurt me?
Not that you could do any more damage.
You've already ruined my perfect attendance.
- Whew. Been there.
- And then my partner for the dance contest
dropped me like a hot potato.
- It's just a dance contest.
What matters is that you're a winner...
here.
- He doesn't speak for all of us.
- I wanted to win that contest so I could become popular.
In fact, who knows? Maybe I could become class president.
- You could be mayor.
- That'll never happen now, thanks to you guys.
- What did we do?
- I'm gonna talk to you three from now on.
- Look, Heinrich, let us use our powers
to help you win the dance contest.
- Yeah, I could be your partner.
- Do you even know how to dance?
- [laughing] Do I know how to dance?
They don't call me "Crazy Legs" Thunderman for nothing.
¶ Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha ¶
¶ And how about this? ¶
¶ Ah poot doo hoo hoo ¶
And finish it off with a little Phoebe flavor.
¶ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh! ¶
- Oh!
- Huh? Huh?
- Great. So we all agree we're gonna hire a stranger
to be Heinrich's dance partner.
- No, I wanna dance with Crazy Legs.
She's the bee's knees.
- Hear that? So, are you on the boogie bus or not?
- [groaning] Do I have to say--
- Yes, you have to say "boogie bus."
- I'm on the boogie bus! - Woohoo!
- ['50's boogie woogie music]
¶
- Whoa, look at this place.
- Wait, if there are no tubes, why's it called Splatburger?
- Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
- Oh, the people go splat.
- Hey, that must be Mrs. Wong's grandmother.
- I wonder if she's nicer than our Wong?
- You're fired, you rollerdummy!
- Nope, same genes.
- Move aside, maggots!
- Whoa, that guy looks like Bradford.
- It is Bradford.
Colonel Chad Bradford, our principal.
- Looks like jerk runs in the family.
- Listen up.
The dance contest is about to commence.
Miss Wong will judge all who participate
because she is my best gal.
- Oooh, hoo, hoo.
Thank you, Colonel Cutie-Patootie.
- Oh...
- Mmmmmm... - Mmmmmm...
- Someone remind me to throw up later.
- Miss Wong, the floor is yours.
- Ooohhhh...
Pay attention!
If I tap your shoulder, you lose, losers.
Now dance!
- ['50's boogie woogie music]
- All right, Phoebe, Heinrich,
take your places on the dance floor.
- Okay, Max, what can I do to help?
- Uh, you can deal with that.
- [screaming]
- I never get the good stuff.
- You can drop the crutches, Heinrich.
Max'll take care of you.
- Yeah, but how's he gonna make me da-a-a-ance?
- ¶
- Hey, Daddio!
- Colosso?
- You came back for me.
- Yeah, that's definitely what happened.
- Sit down. This is a sock hop, not a suck hop.
[cackling]
Three couples left.
- Hey, twitchy kid.
What is with the moptop?
You need to grease that hair down like a gentleman.
Now fall in, son.
- Help!
- Oh! Max!
- Pardon my language,
but this is a real party pooper.
- No slow dancing. - Sorry.
Where is Max?
- Phoebe, Bradford's trying to take out my swoosh, my swoosh!
- Max, you need to decide--
your hair or Hiddenville's future.
- Am I a jerk for thinking about this?
- Yes!
- Hey, you looking for me?
- Yes, I was.
Sit down, Private!
- Oh.
- [grease splooshing] - [groaning]
- Hot diggity-dog, we're back in business.
- Uh, excuse me, can I interest you in...
getting lost!
- ¶
- That last couple's gonna be tough to beat.
We've gotta get on board the boogie bus.
- Buckle up, Heinie,
Max, turn up all the way.
- ¶
- CROWD: [cheering]
- ¶
- MISS WONG: I have seen enough!
Your moves are so new and different.
I hate them! You lose! They win!
- Woo!
- [flashbulb pops]
- I'm back with Billy.
- I got hit by a milk truck.
- So, did we win? - No, we lost.
- Does that mean we have to go back to Crimeville?
- I let this happen to my hair for nothing?
- Heinrich is gonna be devastated.
- This is the best night ever.
- How oddly cheery.
- Thanks, guys. Everyone loved our dance.
Look, they're all doing "The Heinrich."
- Heinrich, this new dance is a gas.
You should run for class president.
- You'd have my vote.
- I'm sorry, did she just hit on my dance partner
like I wasn't even here?
- Phoebe, let it go.
We fixed the future. Now let's go home.
- Wait, before you go.
It would be swell if you
took a picture with me to remember you by.
- [flashbulb pops]
- Later, 'gators. - Bye.
- Guys, can we please leave now?
Grandma Wong and Colonel Bradford are slow dancing.
- Mmmmmm... - Mmmmmm...
- Remember when I said to remind me to barf?
You don't need to.
- [electrical zapping]
- [wind howling]
- Did it work? Is everything fixed?
- [pig squealing]
- Well, that's a good sign.
- Mom! - Mom!
- BARB: Oh!
Why are you guys all dressed up?
- Oh? Um, we are becoming an old-time family band.
- Oh, can I join?
- We just broke up.
- You kids went to school in this wind?
- They did and I'll tell you why.
Our mayor, Heinrich Hiddenville III
never missed a day of school.
- Oh, except for that one time he fought a bear
and tripped over a rock.
- Even then, he competed in a dance contest
and won over the whole town.
Now he lost because of his partner,
who history has since forgotten.
- I heard she was the bee's knees.
- CHLOE: Those guys look like you guys.
- Did you kids use my timeshare?
- No. - No.
- Oh, really?
You left me in 1955.
- I knew we forgot something.
- ¶