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- Mom, grab that cobweb.
Dad, I see streaks.
Nana and Pop-Pop are coming to visit.
That means this place needs to be spotless.
- Does this help? - [water spritzing]
- No.
- Max, you know the drill.
The only thing Sergeant Thunder
hates more than villains is a dirty house.
- So, make sure Colosso hides like he always does
when Pop-Pop visits.
- But Colosso's part of the family.
- Yeah, the part we're ashamed of.
- How can you be ashamed of this?
- My dad was the toughest hero on the planet.
If it was up to him, he'd lock up Colosso forever
in a horrible, horrible place.
- Yeah, that's two horribles.
- All right, you heard 'em. Beat it, Colosso.
- Fine, but I left ya a little something
to clean up on the couch.
[evil laughter]
- I love when Pop-Pop comes to visit.
We catch up, we train,
we criticize you.
Oh, maybe he'll finally teach me his signature move--
"drop the thunder!"
- Do you even hear yourself?
"I'm Phoebe. I'm a thunder nerd."
- Yeah, yeah, you're just jealous
'cause I'm Pop-Pop's favorite.
[laughs] And you're Colosso's favorite.
- That's not true.
- COLOSSO: Max, I baked a friendship pie
for my favorite guy!
- Dude, we talked about this!
- Is Nana here with our gifts yet?
- Kids, spending time with your Nana
isn't all about gifts.
- She's right, Billy.
Sometimes she gives us cold, hard cash.
- Giving awesome presents is Nana's superpower.
- Chloe, you know Nana's superpower is kindness.
- That's right. Back when she was Thunder Woman,
she would disarm her foes
by turning them nice with a pinch of the cheek--
like this. - Ow!
Dad, you have super strength.
- FEMALE VOICE ANNOUNCING: Alert! Alert!
Nana and Pop-Pop approaching.
- Oh, they're here! They're here!
Places, people!
- Yeah, I'll stand where I want.
- [deep, threatening voice] Get over here!
- Hello!
I'm looking for my five adorable grandkids.
- Nana, it's us!
We're your five adorable grandkids.
- Sergeant Thunder, sir!
- Why so formal? Call me Sergeant Dad.
- ¶ I've got gifts ¶
I hear that these wireless headphones are lit.
- Thanks, Nana.
- And I'll give my grandbabies their presents later,
so no big babies get jealous.
- [whining] Mom! You'd better have brought me something.
- Hey, Pop-Pop,
someone special's ready for a hug-hug.
- You're right. Get over here, Max.
- He's hugging Max. - I see that.
But don't worry.
He's still gonna teach me how to "drop the thunder."
- Max, I can't wait to show you
how to "drop the thunder!"
- He's gonna show Max-- - I see that, too.
- ¶
- Okay, Mom, have a great time
with the kids at Splatburger,
while Barb and I do our boring errands.
- Yeah, parent errands are the worst.
- HANK: [groans] - BARB: [laughs]
- Hank's flying you to Paris for lunch, isn't he?
- Yes, Mrs. Thunderman.
- Well, before you go, I want you to see
the kids' faces after I give them their amazing gifts.
- BARB: Oh.
- You guys are seeing this, too, right?
- Aren't those sweaters just super-duper?
- They look like barf.
- Which is a good thing.
Barf means cool.
- Oh. Well, I think you kids are pretty barf, too.
[laughs]
Hey, why don't you wear them to lunch at Splatburger?
- Aw, thanks.
But we don't want them to get ruined.
Let's put these in the attic for safekeeping.
- We don't have an attic.
- Just go!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, kids.
Get back here with those...
interesting sweaters. [clears throat]
- We don't want to hurt Nana's feelings.
But if we wear these in public,
we'll have to change our names
and move to Even-More-Hiddenville.
- It's just one lunch,
and it would mean so much to her.
I mean, look...
- Yes, Myrtle, they loved the sweaters.
Tell all the girls.
- Aw, we can't disappoint Myrtle and the girls.
- [sighs] Fine. We'll wear the sweaters.
One lunch.
- Then I'll teleport them away like Daddy's bike shorts.
- Did you tell her to get rid of my bike shorts, Barb?
- Thunder Man and Electress, away!
- Oh, no, no, no.
It doesn't work when you say it.
Thunder Man and Electress, away!
- [loud thud] - [plaster splatting]
- So, then you turned good, and the Z-Force came calling.
Well, clean my latrine and salute my shorts!
[laughing]
- Yeah, I mean, actually, they called me first,
so, let's not clean that latrine just yet.
[laughing]
- But the important thing is
my grandson here is on his way
to becoming the greatest American hero--
just like I was.
- That's right.
I'm a chip off the old Pop-Pop.
- POP-POP: [laughing]
Whew!
Praising Max like this has just worn me out.
I've gotta take a power nap.
- Uh, Pop-Pop, wait. Um...
I was hoping you were gonna show me
how to "drop the thunder."
- Keep talkin', Phoebs.
You'll put him right to sleep.
- POP-POP: [laughing]
Max, you're still the funny one.
[laughing]
- Oh... - Ah...
Well, well, well... [laughs]
- Don't you say it.
- I'm Pop-Pop's favorite! - PHOEBE: [gasps]
You said it!
- Face it, everyone prefers
formerly-bad- but-interesting Max
to always-good- and-boring Phoebe.
It's a better story.
- All right, here's a story.
Once upon a time...
Max stinks!
- Would you please stop yelling.
My Pop-Pop is trying to sleep.
- Come on, I would go right back
to being Pop-Pop's favorite if he knew
you were hiding Dr. Colosso in your lair.
- Dr. Colosso is here?
- Who said that? I didn't say that.
- Yeah, she didn't say that.
- This must be your dad's doing.
He was always soft on villains.
But Sergeant Thunder is not!
It's time to drop the thunder on Dr. Colosso.
- Huh, new story. Once upon a time...
you stink!
- ¶
¶ 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 ¶¶
- Before I take down a villain,
I always like to stretch out my super hammies.
- Okay, Pop-Pop, Colosso is here,
but Dad turned him into a bunny.
- Yeah, he lives in a filthy cage
in Max's filthy lair,
which is way worse than a prison.
- You two keep him down there,
while I fly home and get my Detention Zone transporter.
Also, I forgot my toothbrush.
Sergeant Thunder, away!
- [loud thud] - [plaster splatting]
- Oh, so that's where Dad gets it.
- Yeah, it would be fascinating--
if my best friend's life wasn't in danger!
- Maybe the Detention Zone isn't that bad.
You've spent most of your life in detention
and you turned out fine...ish.
- I wish Mom and Dad were here
so we could ask them about it.
- Drink it in.
- I wish only Mom were here.
- Hey, kids, where's Pop-Pop?
- Oh, uh, he just wore himself out
telling us old supe stories.
- Yeah, something about the Detention Zone?
- Detention Zone?
Oh, that place is bad-- I mean bad, real bad.
Ba-a-a-ad!
- It's where Pop-Pop used to send villains.
- Uh, could we get back to the bad,
I mean bad, real bad, ba-a-a-ad part?
- It's an alternate dimension where supervillains
are punished with soul-crushing torment.
Anyway, see ya later.
- I can't believe this.
Because you couldn't handle me being Pop-Pop's favorite,
Colosso's gonna be in a bad, bad, real bad, bad place!
- Wait, I have a brilliant idea.
What if we get Colosso out of the house
before Pop-Pop gets back?
- That's not brilliant, that's obvious.
- Do you wanna do it or not?
- Yeah, I'm just saying you oversold it.
- ¶
- Okay, Nana's parking the car.
Time to walk in there in these humiliating sweaters.
- Let's do it for Nana, baby!
- SPLATBURGER CROWD: [laughing]
- Let's not do it for Nana, baby.
- Chloe's right-- we've gotta get rid
of these sweaters before Nana gets back.
- But won't that hurt Nana's feelings?
- Her feelings won't be hurt
if she thinks they were stolen by a bully.
- This is why Nora's our leader.
- ¶
- See? What'd I tell you?
Nobody's laughing or pointing.
- Well, that guy is,
but he has a broken finger.
- Oh, here she comes. Look sad.
Or confused works.
- What happened to your sweaters?
- You'll never believe it.
A bully pulled them right off our backs.
- NANA: Oh?
- We tried to stop them, but we couldn't.
Is that right? Did we try to stop them?
- We sure did.
But that bully got away.
- Far, far away.
- Well, she didn't get that far.
She's right there.
Hey, bully! Those sweaters belong to my grandkids.
- You talkin' to me, lady?
- Is it me,
or does Wong look fantastic in that sweater?
- ¶
- All aboard Colosso Hare-Lines.
- Colosso, this is serious.
You need to get outta here right now.
- Yeah, we'll send word
when it's safe for you to come back home, okay?
- COLOSSO: Like you care!
You're the one who spilled the beans,
you bean-spiller!
- I didn't mean to.
- Oh, yeah, it just accidentally slipped out
right as Pop-Pop was giving me lots of attention.
- Well, yeah, it sounds bad when you put it like that.
- Colosso, you can take this photo album to remember me by.
- Oh, thanks, Max.
Better put this somewhere safe.
- There's no room in that plane for--
- COLOSSO: [chomping] - And he swallowed it.
- [two huge burps]
Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff.
- [propeller buzzing]
- [engine zooming]
- Okay, Colosso's safe now.
When Pop-Pop gets here, we'll just say--
Oh, my gosh, what's that in the sky?
- Why would we say that?
- POP-POP: [whooshing] - MAX & PHOEBE: Pop-Pop!
- [loud crack]
- POP-POP: [grunts]
I cancelled that rabbit's flight.
- COLOSSO: Brace for impact!
- [airplane engine whining] - COLOSSO: [screaming]
- [heavy thud]
- Well, welcome to Hiddenville,
where the local time is...
Ow!
- Time to send you to the Detention Zone.
Hasta la vista , bunny!
- Pop-Pop, no!
I can't let you do this.
Colosso's my best friend.
- He is?
Well, that changes everything.
Hasta la vista, grandson!
- [electrical zapping]
- You got any villain friends? - Sir! No, sir!
- Pop-Pop, I can't believe
you sent Max to the Detention Zone.
- Calm down, Phoebe.
I'll let you banish the next villain.
Hey, how about I show you how to drop the thunder!
- Yes! Yes, that would be amazing.
No, Phoebe!
[sighs]
Pop-Pop, you need to bring Max back.
- Don't worry.
When Max has learned his lesson,
I will set him free with this key.
- Um, how many villains have you set free?
- Uh, let me do the math--
zero.
- Max may be gone forever?
But...
I'm sorry, Pop-Pop. - For what?
- For this. [powers whooshing]
- Phoebe, don't-- - [blowing icy air]
[sighs]
Now to save Max and Colosso.
- [electrical zapping]
- [cushion "pops"]
- Oh, Mom's favorite pillow.
I cannot stop losing things she loves today.
- [electrical zapping] - [Phoebe "pops"]
- Oh, good, Mom's pillow--
in a room full of psycho villains.
- Yuck! This place just got worse.
- It looks like Sergeant Thunder's been busy today.
Name? - Uh, Phoebe, but I actually--
- Take a seat.
- Sorry, but can I just talk to--
- Seat, you!
Today's lesson...
[shouting] is the same as it is every day--
"How Not To Be A Supervillain!"
- Hey, what are you doing here?
- Busting you out,
after I use this to open that.
- Phoebe, put that away before the Dean--
- [tongue slurping]
- --takes it with her super-gross lizard tongue.
- For the last time,
I didn't take these sweaters
from your smelly grandchildren.
- They're not smelly.
- Yeah! I just showered last week.
- Nana, we should just find somewhere else to eat.
- My granddaughter is right.
There's no use wasting my time with the likes of you.
- Ha! Looks like today's special
is Chicken à la Thunderman.
[cackling laughter]
- So close.
- What did you just say?
- She called you a chicken dish, Nana.
- Let me put it in words you understand.
Buck! Buck! Buckaw! [cackling]
- That's it!
Time for you to learn a little kindness.
- [powers chiming]
- Welcome to Splatburger, sweeties.
- Did she just call us "sweeties?"
- All right, grandbabies,
Mrs. Wong has something to tell you.
- I don't remember stealing your sweaters,
but please accept my apology,
you cutie-patooties!
- What do you say?
- BILLY, CHLOE, NORA: [sadly] Thank you.
- And to make up for all this, your lunch is free!
- NANA: Yeah!
- In fact, free food for everyone!
- [tubes thudding, food splatting]
- Free food? I've gotta tell Dad!
[whooshing]
- I like that Wong is nice now,
but isn't it bad that she's giving away so much food?
- Yeah, but it's worth it.
She's giving away her cash register.
- I didn't have a doggy bag,
so I put your food in here.
Remember, don't eat the money.
- [swats desk] No sleeping!
- Max, we've gotta get that key back
and get outta here.
- You know what I always say--
honesty is the best policy.
- SUPERVILLAINS: [mockingly] Honesty is the best policy!
- MAX: [laughs]
They know you're a nerd.
- Follow me.
Hi, Dean, uh, there's been a huge mistake.
We're actually superheroes and don't belong here.
- Really? Show of hands.
How many of you are actually superheroes
and don't belong here?
- What she means is we're Sergeant Thunder's grandkids.
- PHOEBE: Yeah. - Show of hands.
How many of you are Sergeant Thunder's grandkids?
Now, since you two are determined
to be a disruption,
you can help me feed the class pet.
- What are the chances it's a hamster?
- [pet roaring] - [cage rattling]
- It could still be a hamster.
- [pet roaring] - [cage rattling]
- If Mrs. Wong keeps this up,
she'll lose her restaurant by the end of the day.
- Congratulations, Jamie!
You now own Splatburger.
- This is bad.
We've gotta do what we should have done in the first place.
- Sorry, I had to go next door.
Mrs. Wong gave away all of her toilets.
- Nana, we have something to tell you.
Mrs. Wong didn't steal our sweaters.
We threw them out
because we were embarrassed to wear them.
- NANA: Oh. - It's true.
And barf doesn't mean cool.
It just means barf.
- Why did I listen to Myrtle?
I mean, her superpower
is convincing people they make nice sweaters.
- We're so sorry if we hurt your feelings, Nana.
- Do you forgive us? - Oh, of course I do.
I could never stay mad at my grandbabies,
no matter what they smell like.
- She's talking about you.
- Oh, I wish I didn't have to make Mrs. Wong mean again.
Maybe I'll let her be nice for five more minutes.
- You look cold.
Do you want the shirt off my back?
- NORA & BILLY: Do it now, Nana!
- [powers chiming]
- Hi, Mrs. Wong.
- We'll take 53 cheeseburgers.
- How about 53 kicks in the butt?
Get out!
Out! Out! Get out!
- [pet roaring] - [cage rattling]
- Won't that thing bite us when we feed it?
- I wouldn't worry about that.
- [pet roaring] - [flames crackling]
- Would you worry about that?
- Absolutely. [laughs]
In fact, I'm not going to watch or I'll get sick.
- Sick! Ooh, that's it.
I can save you.
[retching]
- Colosso's throwing up is gonna make me throw up.
- No, Phoebe, he's pukin' us outta here.
- COLOSSO: [vomits]
There...
the proof is under the pudding.
- Oh, she's gonna touch that thing?
- It's all right.
I'm shedding my skin later, anyway.
Well, you are the Sergeant's grandchildren.
My apologies.
When you get back, please tell your grandfather
that Lizzie was nice to you.
[laughs]
- Oh, now it's Lizzie, is it?
- [door lock clicks]
- Wait, what about Dr. Colosso?
- Oh, no, he's an actual supervillain.
He has to stay.
- I'll come back for you, Colosso.
Where'd he go?
- He must have snuck past me.
- You mean like this? [whooshing]
- Oh, my Mom's favorite pillow.
[powers whooshing]
[whooshing]
Sorry, I had to go back for Mom's favorite pillow.
- That's Dad's butt pillow.
- Okay, time to unfreeze the Ice Pop...Pop.
[blowing fiery air]
- --freeze me! [sighs]
You froze me, didn't you?
- It was the only way to get Max back
from the Detention Zone.
- By the way, Lizzie says "Hi."
- Pop-Pop, all this just happened because...
I was jealous that Max is your new favorite.
- Did you go to the Ding-Dong Zone?
I couldn't possibly have a favorite grandkid!
- But you were giving Max so much attention.
- So he wouldn't go back to being
a huge pain in the thunder butt.
And I'm still not happy
he's friends with that evil rabbit.
- Pop-Pop, Dr. Colosso's the reason
we both got out of the Detention Zone.
He sacrificed his freedom to save us.
- Yeah. Then he ran to save himself.
But it was a great start.
- POP-POP: Hmmm...
well, maybe living here with a family of superheroes
is rubbing off on him.
- That's what they were trying to tell you
before you crashed my plane, ya old fart!
- Who wants to see me drop the thunder on Colosso?
- Why not? - Sure.
- Hey, uh, what are you guys whispering about?
- POP-POP [grunt of effort]
[thunder crashing]
- [dizzily] Oh, you didn't knock me down, old man.
- Wait for it.
- [dizzy groans]
[small thud]
- ¶