- Kids, your dad's cooking breakfast.
Get excited!
- What is it, Dad?
French toast? Pancakes?
- Ooh, even better.
- Cereal?
- I'm going back to bed.
- [electronic beeping]
- FEMALE COMPUTER: Alert, alert!
Incoming transmission from Super President Kickbutt.
- Hello, Thundermans.
Where are those amazing superheroes of ours?
- What can Nora and I do for you, Your Highness?
- Morning, guys.
- PRESIDENT KICKBUTT: Ah, there they are.
- Super President Kickbutt.
- Oh, what up, Kicky?
- I'm calling to congratulate you two
on stopping that exploding Porta-Potty yesterday.
- Trust me, the pleasure was not ours.
- It was your 99th save as a team.
Which means you're just one away from 100.
- Ooh! No way!
Pretty amazing, considering we can't stand each other.
- [whispers] Not in front of, Kicky.
- Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for my surfing lesson.
Super President Kickbutt...
cowabunga!
- ¶
- Ah, congrats, you two, on your 99th save!
You're just one away from your 100th.
- Uh, I remember our 100th.
Or as we like to call it...
- BOTH: The Thundredth.
- We took down Professor Meteor,
one of the most evil villains in all of Metroburg.
- Yeah, it was so epic, they made a movie about it.
- Mm-hmm.
- ¶
- You'll never stop my meteor from destroying the world!
- We'll see about that.
- BOTH: [grunting]
- Hit his helmet, Electress.
It'll take out his power.
- But I might hit you.
- Uh! You already did.
- ¶
- Right in the heart.
Ah!
- ¶
- Light 'em up!
- [electricity zapping]
- ¶
- Nice shot, sugar.
- I think you mean nice shock.
- I'll have my rev--uh!
- ¶
- BOTH: Ew!
- On it.
- Whoa!
- Phoebe, do you realize what this means?
- Our parents are gross? - Yes.
And when we make that 100th save--
- We're gonna have a movie!
- [scoffs] - I don't know, guys.
We were pretty legendary.
- Let's get that 100th save! - We're gonna have a movie!
- ¶
- Hey, guys. Watching our movie?
- No, we're watching something good.
It's Chloe's favorite TV show, "The Wonder Fluppies."
- It's good if you're six.
- You made us watch it twice.
- 'Cause I'm 13. Do the math.
- It's just one of those shows that are trying to sell you
toys and ice cream.
- No, it's not.
- MALE ANNOUNCER: Hey, kids, do you like toys and ice cream?
- ALL: Yes!
- ANNOUNCER: Then you'll love Scoop Du Jour's ginormous,
super scoop ice cream drone sundae.
- ALL: Oooh!
- ANNOUNCER: Delivered straight to your door
by a super cool flying drone.
Available for a limited time only.
- Awesome!
- Can we get one?
- You bet your hot fudge we can.
Eating ice cream from a flying robot
will make a fantastic family memory.
- Couldn't agree more.
It's moments like that why we had four kids.
- Five. - Five kids.
- Then it's settled, we're getting that sundae!
- KIDS: Yeah!
- Just not today.
- KIDS: Yeah!
What?
- Kids, we told you.
Your dad and I are going to Metroburg Theater to see a play.
I got us front row seats to "Annie Get Your Ray Gun."
Take notes, kids.
This is how you husband.
- You'll enjoy that sundae even more
when we can all share it together.
I promise. - Be good, kids!
- Okay, bye.
So we're ordering that sundae, right?
- Already ordered it.
- But Mommy and Daddy said to wait so we can make memories.
- The commercial said it's for a limited time only.
That means that they might run out.
- Oh, you did the right thing.
- Yeah, you did.
- No one asked you.
- And no one asked your face!
Any who,
call me when the ice cream gets here, Snack Pals.
- ¶
- Well, that was the most embarrassing save attempt ever.
You tackled Mr. Fuscarelio.
- I thought he was a wolf man.
- You know he's just super hairy.
- Two root beers, please. - Thanks.
Alright, so we didn't get our Thundredth save yet,
but it's just a matter of time before we do.
- And they make a movie about me.
Max Thunderman is Max Thunderman
in "The Max Thunderman Movie."
- What about me? Do I get to play myself?
- Nope, 'cause it's rated PG for Phoebe's Gross.
- Uh, that's funny since I'm gonna carry
all the musical numbers.
- Ew, it is not a musical. - Why can't it be a musical?
- 'Cause musicals are dumb.
People singing and dancing. - Here's a car,
let's blow it up for no reason!
- Hey! Get back here!
Somebody help! Anybody!
- What's "wong," Mrs. "Wrong"?
I'm sorry, I know, just tell me what happened.
- That guy ran out without paying for his soda refill.
- His refill? Aren't they free?
- [scoffs] The only thing free in this place
are the insults, dummy.
Somebody do something!
- Don't worry, we'll help you. Come on, Max.
- Phoebe, what are you doing?
- Following the Superhero Code.
If you hear a citizen scream, you must intervene.
- Oh. I thought it was...
stop being a nerd!
Do you really want our movie to be about
us catching the Soda Stealer?
- [grunting]
- Who do you think you are stealing 27 cents worth
of generic cola product?
- Try and stop me.
- I will. But first...
super flips.
- ¶
- What is she doing?
- Trying to make this movie interesting.
- ¶
- That's the last straw, Soda Stealer.
- [gasps] Thank you, Thunder Twins.
- Ow, ow, ow.
- Don't thank us.
Thank me.
- ¶
- Ah! - Yes.
- Now, doesn't that sound lame?
- Yeah.
'Cause it's supposed to be a musical with me as the star.
- ¶
¶ Hey, stop, put down that pop ¶
¶ You owe her some money ¶
¶ Refills here are not for free ¶
¶ Don't try to be funny ¶
¶ Your crime didn't pay, you wasted your morning ¶
¶ But if you comply, you'll get off with a warning ¶
- ¶ You'll get off with a warning ¶
- ¶ 'Cause you're the Soda Stealer ¶
¶¶
- No, you're right, that save is not worthy of my awesome voice.
- Uh, question.
When you said you were going to help me, did you mean today?
- On second thought, Mrs. Wong, we decided
we're not gonna help. - Yeah.
- Oh really?
Well, I decided I'm taking your drink
to make up for the one that guy stole!
- [laughs] She just took your drink.
- ¶
- [sighs] All day, and no saves worthy of our Thundredth.
- ¶ We need a crime, and we're stuck at 99 ¶
- The crime's gonna be me freezing your vocal cords.
- FEMALE COMPUTER: Alert, alert!
Incoming transmission from Super President Kickbutt.
- Hello, Thunder Twins.
Professor Meteor has escaped.
We believe he's planning some sort of attack
at the Hiddenville Planetarium.
I'm switching you over to their live security camera now.
- There he is.
It's so weird. If Mom and Dad put him away
20 years ago, why does he look familiar?
- MAX: Hey, he has a to-go cup from Splat Burger.
- Max, you know what this means?
- He stole the to-go cup from the guy who stole the to-go cup?
- No! The Soda Stealer is Professor Meteor.
We let him get away.
- Don't tell Kickbutt.
- Don't tell Kickbutt what?
- BOTH: Nothing.
- ¶
¶ What you see is not what you get ¶
¶ Living our lives with a secret ¶
¶ We fit right in, bet you'd never guess ¶
¶ Because we're living our lives just like all the rest ¶
¶ A picture-perfect family is what we try to be ¶
¶ But 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 ¶¶
- ¶
- Get to the planetarium and catch Professor Meteor.
And be careful.
Super President Kickbutt out!
- We had the chance to stop Professor Meteor
at Splat Burger, and we didn't. - I know.
Can you believe our luck?
- What are you talking about? We blew it.
- Oh, Phoebe.
Sweet, simple, pointy elbowed-- - Get to it.
- Stopping an evil super villain will make a great movie!
- Mm, didn't think about it like that.
We'll be world-famous movie stars.
I'll get our super suits! - I'll style my swoosh!
- Also, you know, we'll be keeping the world safe.
- Yeah, it's totally about helping people.
- Okay, super suit. - And swoosh.
- ¶
- The Scoop Du Jour drone tracker says our sundae drone
is on our block.
It's coming up out porch.
- [electronic beeping]
- It's here! It's here!
- ¶
- It's magnificent.
- It's miraculous.
- It's pooping amazing.
- ¶
- Bye! I love you!
- Let's eat.
- Ice cream party!
- You're not invited, fur ball.
- [gasps]
You guys are gonna rob your parents of their precious
family memory without me?
I hope you get brain freeze!
- I thought you said I didn't have a brain.
Make up your mind.
- Guys, Colosso's right.
Mom and Dad will be upset if we eat this without them.
- So what do we do now?
- We put family first and do the right thing.
- We did not do the right thing.
- I can't feel my face.
- You guys are lightweights.
- ¶
- [suspenseful music plays]
- Okay, there he is. Where are you?
- Spielberg, baby, this Thundredth movie
is just what you need to get your career back on track.
- Max!
- What do you mean you're Steve Spillman?
We've been talking for 20 minutes.
- This guy's bad news,
so we can't just jump out and-- - Don't move, Meteor!
- Why do I talk?
- Who are you?
And why do you have the Thunderman logo
on your super suits?
- Thunderman's our dad.
And our mom's Electress.
- Really? Oh gosh.
I haven't seen your parents since
they threw me in jail for 22 years!
Cosmic kick!
- Ooh! - Ah!
- Cosmic kick?
More like jerk-satsu.
- Why was this guy such a feared villain?
- [laser shooting] - PHOEBE AND MAX: [groaning]
- That's why? Ow.
- What did you do to us, Meteor?
- I hit you with a G blast.
[laughs]
- What's the G stand for? Glue? - Nope.
- Gum? - No.
- Gravity? - That's the one!
I warped your gravity field,
so now you're pinned to the wall.
So, uh, hang out. [laughs]
And watch as I crash a meteor into planet Earth. Ha-ha!
- You could just say Earth. We know it's a planet.
- Mm, what's that?
You want more gravity?
- [laser shooting]
- Ugh, nice going, Phoebs.
- It's who I am.
- ¶
- I'm never eating ice cream again.
- I'm never gonna say ice cream again.
Dang, I said ice cream.
Dang, I said it again!
- At least we still have a few hours to recover
before Mom and Dad get home.
- MOM: Kids, we're home!
- Uh. We cannot let them know we ate that ice cream.
Tuck in your gut.
- Hey, guys.
- Hey, parents, your drone early.
Sorry, I meant drone.
- Turns out the tickets were for next week.
- Take notes, kids, this is not how to husband.
- But the good news is we can eat the ginormous,
super scoop ice cream drone sundae together!
- What?
Uh, good idea.
That sounds awesome.
- We ordered it on the drive home.
- [drone buzzing]
- Oh, that must be it.
- It's pooping amazing.
- Yeah! More ice cream!
Uh, I mean, ice cream for the first time today!
- ¶
- [evil laughing]
There's no use struggling.
As the Neptunians say, "You've got more gravity than
hoo-loo-loo-loo-hah!"
Mm, such a beautiful language.
- Max, he's gonna launch a meteor at Earth,
we have to stop him. - Right.
Let's force our hands out and hit 'm with some TK.
- BOTH: [grunting]
Ah!
[groaning]
- Gravity's too strong.
Let's send him to Frosty Town.
- [wind whistling]
- Ah! - It's so cold!
- [electronic beeping]
- Oh, the moon's orbit is in alignment.
Meteor time!
[laughing]
- [machine whirring]
- [laser blasting]
- [explosion blasts] - Direct hit!
[humming]
I chipped off a piece of the moon.
And now it's a meteor headed straight for Hiddenville.
- You're gonna destroy the town?
- Just one house.
- Mrs. Wong's? - No.
- Principal Bradford's? - No.
- Our parents? - That's the one!
¶ Revenge ¶
- ¶
- [evil laughing]
Just a few thousand more miles to Thunderman's house,
and then smashy-smashy!
[laughing]
- What is your beef with Thunderman and Electress?
They're amazing superheroes.
You're--what's the word?
Crazy pants!
- 'Cause your parents destroyed my lair
and all my years of research!
I was this close to blowing up the sun!
- Why would you do that?
- I lost my sunglasses.
- This is all our fault.
Why didn't we stop him when we had the chance?
- Because we wanted a save worthy of a movie.
And you wanted people to randomly sing and dance
for no reason. - It's called a musical!
Doesn't matter anymore now that our family's in danger.
- I know. We have to do something.
- Oh, his helmet seems to be the source of his powers.
Maybe if we knock it off,
it will release this hold over us.
- Help force my arm out.
[grunting]
Ah!
- That's for not liking musicals.
- Okay. [grunting]
- Uh. You can't remove my helmet.
Like all great super villains, I have a chin strap.
- [electronic beeping]
- PHOEBE AND MAX: [grunting]
- More gravity? Why?
- Because I'm also a fan of musicals.
[laughs]
I was the lead in my high school's production
of "Annie Get Your Ray Gun." [laughs]
A five, six, seven, eight!
And--ooh!
Oooh! Oh no!
Ow! Oh!
Oh, this is my mom's tablet.
She is gonna be so mad.
Ah!
- MAX AND PHOEBE: [grunts]
- Well, that was the first musical I ever liked.
- It's gonna be our last
unless we warn Mom and Dad about the meteor.
- Reven--
- Uh, it's all static.
- The meteor must be blocking the reception.
- Then we're gonna have to run home and stop it ourselves.
- But, wait, stop a giant moon rock
from going smashy-smashy? What if we can't?
- Then we go smashy-smashy!
Let's go!
- ¶
- You know, it actually looks too good to eat.
Let's save it for next year.
- No way.
We are eating this right now.
But before we do, I just wanna say how much--[sobbing]--
how much it means to us to share
these special family moments with you guys.
- When you kids are all grown up--
- [sobbing]
- --memories like these will warm our hearts.
- [whispers] My heart's full of ice cream.
- [whispers] Yeah, mine too.
- Hank! Hank, let's make a video.
- Oh, yeah, great idea, honey.
Uh, Billy and Nora, since you two waited so patiently,
you both get the first bite.
- Here we go.
- Guess we're doing this.
- ¶
- I can't do this. - Neither can I.
- What? We thought you guys wanted
the ice cream drone sundae.
- We did, which is why we ate one two hours ago.
- What? - Yeah, what?
- We're really sorry.
- If it makes you feel any better,
I'm never saying ice cream again.
Dang it!
- Well, we're still gonna have to punish you guys.
- Yeah, you two are grounded.
- And how are we supposed to eat all this ice cream
by ourselves?
- Wait, where'd it go?
- In my belly, buttheads!
[munching]
- Save some for me, Dr. Bunny!
- ¶
- [fire sizzling]
- I'll evacuate the house!
- No! There's no time, Phoebe. It's gonna hit any second.
Our only hope is to combine our telekinesis.
- Here it comes.
- ¶
- Why are meteors so heavy?
- Technically, it's a meteoroid
now that it's in Earth's atmosphere.
- Technically, are you kidding me?
Give it all you've got!
- ¶
- Lower it down.
- ¶
- What was that noise?
- A meteor?
- Technically, it's a meteoroid.
- Actually, it's a meteorite now that it's on the ground.
I'm sorry, I had to say it.
- Professor Meteor got out?
- He wanted revenge against you and Mom.
But Max and I stopped him.
- Hank, the kids saved all our lives.
- Wow.
Ooh, talk about a save that would make a great movie.
- He's right, we're gonna get a movie.
- Coming this fall, Max Thunderman--
- And Phoebe Thunderman.
- --save their family's life.
- Then they sing a song.
- No, they don't. - Yes, they do.
- In...
- BOTH: "The Thundredth."
- Don't call action yet, Thunder Twins.
- Perfect.
Guess who just defeated Professor Meteor?
- The same superheroes who didn't apprehend him
when he stole a refill at Splat Burger this morning?
- Yes. No. What?
- Look, we stopped a moon rock.
- No save!
- Kids, you never violate the Superhero Code.
- We're sorry. We just--
we got a little caught up in making sure
our Thundredth save was worthy of a movie.
- Look, I'm double scooping it, baby.
- Whoa, nice save.
- Don't be silly, Chloe,
that doesn't count as-- - Congrats on your 100th save!
- Oh! - Oh!
- Don't worry, Phoebe, that save is way too lame.
They'll never make a movie out of it.
- Or will they?
- ¶
- Look, I'm double scooping it, baby.
- ¶
- Goshy-woshy, Baby Chloe's ice cream is about to fall.
- We better spring into action, Super Phoebs.
- BOTH: Thunder Fluppies to the rescue!
- ¶
- Wow, nice save!
- And remember, the key to a super potty.
- It's your duty to wash your hands
after a doody.
- ¶
- I don't believe this.
- Who would possibly like this?
- BOTH: Again, again, again!
- ¶
¶
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