- *
- Oh, cheerleader tryouts...
I'm hyper, and nervous, and excited.
I'm hypernervousited!
- Me, too, but there's been
some really serious competition today.
- Uh, yeah, but can she do this?
- Okay, she's gone-- you can put it down now.
- I can't.
I've never done this before.
- There we go.
I really hope that we make the squad.
- We will, and the best part is we'll make it together.
- Phoebe, Cherry, we're ready for you.
Who wants to go first?
- Can we do it at the same time?
- Hmm... cheer chat!
Fine, but it better be twice as good.
- Ready? Okay!
- BOTH: [chanting] Oh yeah, we're here.
Get ready for our awesome cheer.
Our moves are nifty, faces look all Taylor Swifty.
We can rhyme, we can shake it,
Got a call, I have to take it.
- Hello? - Hey, Phoebs!
How's the audition going?
- I'm thinking we should sign up for wood shop.
- Why do you say that? - Because we're nailing it!
- She's Phoebs. - She's Cherry.
- BOTH: Vegans don't eat meat or dairy.
Gotta go, but we've had fun.
Drop our pompoms-- this cheer's done.
- [cheering]
- Nice job--just give us a moment to make our decision.
- You did great. - You, too!
I told you we would make it together.
- Okay, ladies, the Raptorettes and I have made a decision.
Cherry's in!
Better luck next time, Phoebe.
Let's hear it for Cherry! - ALL: [cheering]
- [without enthusiasm] Yay!
- Were you serious about signing up for wood shop?
- No.
- *
- WOMAN: * What you see is not what you get *
* Living our lives with a secret *
* We fit right in, bet you never guessed *
* Living 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
* Living a double life
- Hey, Lionel, what's going on here?
- Guess how many pepperoni slices in the jar
and win free pizza for a month.
This is the day my life changes.
- Come on, any other suckeronis?
- Right here.
- Oh, hello, Max.
I guess security at juvie's pretty loose these days.
- Here's my dollar... and my guess.
- Thanks, dummy.
Okay, it's 12:00.
Time to reveal the number.
- [drumroll]
- Shut it, band geek!
Okay, the actual number of pepperonis in the jar is...
3,167! [laughing]
- ALL :[sighing] - Thanks for playing, losers.
- Oh, hey, I think I won.
- What?!
There's no way you could have guessed...
3,167?!
- Yes! - [cheering]
- Thanks, guys, but please,
please chant with your words, not with your hands.
- You cheated.
- I didn't cheat... I'm just a really good guesser.
You owe me a month of free za.
- [scoffs] - Play me out, band geek.
- [military drumbeat]
- [cheering]
- There you are, Phoebs--I been looking everywhere for you.
- Oh, hey, Cherry.
I figured you would just eat lunch with the cheerleaders.
- I always eat lunch with you--you're my best friend.
Besides, I can't tell who's who.
I think three of them are named Madison.
- Oh, don't bother--it's broken.
- [can falls]
- Phoebe, I'm really sorry that you didn't make the squad.
- What, no--it's totally fine.
In fact, I've been meaning to tell you congratulaaaaa--
- I'm sorry, what?
- I just wanted to tell you congratulaaaaaa--
- Okay, uh, Phoebe, are you having trouble
saying congratulations to me?
- Nooo, that is ridiculous.
I am so happy for you and I totally wish you...
that word.
- Well, when you can say that word, just let me know.
- No, Cherry, wait.
Congratulaaaaaa--okay, I'm gonna stop trying now.
- Mom, Dad, you know how you've always wanted a cat.
- No. - Not really.
- Well, look no further.
- Where did that come from?
- A mama cat.
You're supposed to know this stuff.
- We found him in the backyard.
We named him Roscoe.
- Can we keep him? - No, kids, that's a wild cat.
- Heck, yeah, he's wild.
He eats fireflies and his poop lights up.
That never works for me.
- No, no, take him back outside,
and nobody feed him or he'll keep coming back.
- Come on, Mom, look Roscoe in the eyes
and tell him he can't live here.
- You can't live here.
- You're welcome.
- BOTH: Uh-oh.
- Guys, I have great news.
I won a contest at Wong's--
got us all free pizza for a month!
- New favorite kid! - [alarm sounding]
- FEMALE VOICE: Alert, alert, angry Wong approaching.
- Cheesy goodness approacheth.
Hey, Mrs. Wong.
Are those for me?
- They sure are.
- Oh, what is on this?
- Those are fish heads, fish head!
It's the only pizza you'll get
till you admit you cheated at my contest!
- I told you I did not cheat. - Really?
Well, then get ready for a fish head tsunami.
Wong out!
- Max... is that true?
Did you cheat? - Of course not.
I'm just a really good guesser.
Right now I'm guessing my lair
smells a whole lot better than this place.
- Hey, um, I'm looking for a new elective.
Is this musical harmony club?
- [dissonantly] * It is - * It is
- Let me guess--you're just doing this to get out of gym?
- [dissonantly] * Duh - * Duh
- Cheer chat.
Before Cherry shows up, let's review the plan
for Friday's pep rally.
First, we get Cherry to dress in the opposing team's colors.
Then, during our routine, the Raptor sneaks up behind her
and cracks a giant fake egg over her head.
She gets covered in goo, and the crowd goes cra-nanas.
- How's this for cra-nanas?
- Hey, why did you do that?
- I don't know.
- Ugh, this smell, I can't take it anymore.
- Maybe you should stop fanning the fish smell
with a box of fish pizza.
- Huh... this one doesn't even have a pizza in it.
It's just a box of fish heads.
- Why do you keep accepting the deliveries?
- Hope, Barb.
Hope.
- [inhales deeply]
Much better.
Ugh, hang in there, everybody.
Mrs. Wong can't keep this up forever.
- Fly, 3:00. - Got it.
- [laser shoots]
- Okay, this place is officially a 4-bedroom dumpster.
Max, I think you should just admit to Mrs. Wong
that you cheated.
- You think that's what happened?
- Well... isn't it?
- Do any of you think I won the contest fair and square?
- [whispers loudly] This is very awkward.
- Oh, I get it.
It's Max, always trying to fool us with his perfect hair
and confident swagger...
so he must have cheated.
- Can you blame us for thinking that?
You are kind of a supervillain.
- Kind of?
I can melt the North Pole with one touch of my cell phone,
but I did not cheat on this pizza contest.
Okay?
- [whispers loudly] It just got awkwarder.
- Okay, I see how it is.
Thanks for having my back, family.
- Max... - [cat meows]
- [whispers] Aww, Roscoe's hungry.
Follow my lead.
[loudly] Come on, Billy, let's take some pizza boxes
out to the trash. - Yes, to throw them out.
No cat is involved in what I just said.
- Great practice, Madison. - Thanks, Madison.
Bye, Madison. - Yeah, see you later, Madison.
- Bye, Madisons!
And Ruth.
- Cherry, I have something really important to tell you.
I overheard the Madisons saying
that they're planning on cracking a giant egg full of goo
over your head at Friday's pep rally.
- I can't believe this! - I know, right?
Well, at least when you quit the squad,
we can do some different club together--
anything but the harmony club.
- I meant I can't believe that you'd make up
some ridiculous story so that I'll quit the team.
- What? That's not what I'm doing.
- Just admit it.
You're super jelly that I made the squad.
- I'm not super jelly.
I'm trying to stop you from being humiliated
in front of everyone. - Why can't you just
be happy for me like a real friend?
- Are you saying I'm not a real friend?
- That's exactly what I'm saying.
In fact... here.
Take back your pink furry protractor.
- Fine, here is your calendar of cute boys holding puppies.
- And here is your snowshoe.
- That's my tennis racket.
Then why did it come with this yellow snowball?
- Okay, fine, so we doing this?
Let's do this.
Selfie of you and me at the water park?
Delete. - [gasps]
You and me wearing vintage hats?
Delete. - [gasps]
Us eating sushi... delete.
- Us drinking smoothies... delete.
- Us getting sushi smoothie stomachaches... delete.
- Phone number... [beep]
- Phone number... [beeps]
- All right, you two, what did you want to show us
that's so important? - Simple.
One of you is a murderer. [chuckles]
Just kidding, I been reading a lot of mystery novels.
- Actually, I'm gonna use this lie detector
to prove to you guys I didn't cheat on Mrs. Wong's contest.
- Max, this again?
- Hey, I want you to know I didn't cheat.
Colosso, would you show them how it works?
- I'll give you a demonstration.
Max, does this house smell
like the inside of a dolphin's blowhole?
- Yes. - [bell dings]
- That means he's telling the truth.
And if he lies, you'll hear a buzz.
- Got it--fire away, Colosso.
- Max, did you cheat to win Mrs. Wong's contest?
- No. - [bell dings]
- There, see--even science says I didn't cheat.
- Hey, that's pretty cool.
Let me try.
Do you think I look good in this top?
- I love it. - [buzzer sounds]
- Hank!
Well... what about my cooking?
Do you love that?
- Absolutely. - [buzzer sounds]
But I do love your cooking!
- [laughing]
- Wait a minute, what's that button under your paw?
-Uh...
- You were controlling the answers?
- Yeah, you cheated on that pizza contest.
Isn't that why we're doing this whole scam?
- No! I didn't cheat!
I can't believe this--everyone in this house thinks I'm a liar.
- Max!
- So Hank, looks like you been working out.
- [buzzer sounds] - [laughs]
- Hey, Phoebe, Cherry dropped of a box of your stuff
and this note.
- There's nothing written on it.
- That's because she says she's not talking to you.
Anything you want to tell me?
- [sighs] Cherry got on the cheerleading squad
and I didn't, and then I overheard
that they're gonna pull a prank on her,
and she doesn't believe me because she thinks
I'm just being jealous. - Are you?
- No! I even told her congratulataaa...
what the kids are saying these days.
- You know, honey, every now and then,
you do have a tiny little jealous streak.
Do you remember the time that Max--
- Oh, Max does this, Max does that.
You know, Phoebe does things, too!
Oh, that jealous streak. - Yup.
- Wow.
If I just said congratulations, I'd still have my best friend,
wouldn't I?
- She's still your friend, Phoebe.
- I hope so.
Well, either way, I'm not gonna let her get egged
by a pack of Madisons.
- Good for you... I think.
- Thanks, Mom. - Oh, honey, don't cry.
I'm not crying.
My eyes are burning from the fish stink.
- More pizzas, Roscoe. - [cat meows]
- I wonder why Mom and Dad didn't want us to feed him.
- Who doesn't love a friendly cat?
- [cats meowing]
- Or three.
- Welcome to the Hiddenville High pep rally.
But first, here's our very own Mr. Noodleman
with his salute to sunny Spain.
- [flamenco music playing]
- Hey, Madison. - ALL: Yeah?
- Isn't this the rival team's uniform?
- That's the point, Cherry.
At the end of our routine, we all embrace you
in a symbolic gesture of peace and friendship among schools.
- Really, so I'm like the star.
- Oh, trust me, everyone'll be looking at you.
- [squeals]
- Oh, hey, Reggie the Raptor.
I'm, uh, the official egg inspector.
Yup, bad egg... better take it in.
Hey, get your Jurassic paws off it!
- Why does it smell worse?
- Your mom lit a eucalyptus candle to get the stink out.
- But now it just smells like a fish wrestling a koala bear.
- [alarm buzzing] - FEMALE VOICE: Alert, alert.
More fish pizza approaching.
- BOTH: No!
- Dinner time! - No, Mrs. Wong.
You made your point, now please stop delivering pizzas.
- I'll make you a deal.
I'll stop the deliveries and take away all these boxes
if you admit that your son cheated.
- So let me get this straight--if we say Max cheated,
no more fish pizzas.
- I just said that.
- We've decided.
- Ugh!
- We believe Max.
- I just wish there was a less disgusting way
to believe Max.
- Okay for you, Thundermans,
I've got 500 boxes of skunk butt pizza
with your name on it.
- Stop!
All right, Mrs. Wong, you win.
- Max, what are you doing?
- Mom, it's okay.
Just knowing that you guys believe me is enough.
And if she needs to hear me say the words "I cheated"
for this to end, then fine.
I'll even put it in writing.
"I cheated.
Max Thunderman."
There, happy now?
- Ha! I always win! [laughing maniacally]
I'm going to hang this in my shop
and everyone will know your shame.
Wong out!
- Max, why'd you do that?
- Wait for it...
- [loud pop]
- Exploding ink.
Didn't cheat... but I'm still a supervillain.
- Or we can just call it a draw?
- Deal.
- [loud pop]
- MRS. WONG: Oh, come on!
- Supervillain.
- Okay, my three little kitties, this is the last of the...
- [cats meowing]
- We're gonna need
a really big litter box.
- [flamenco music playing] - Olé!
- [cheers and applause]
- All right, Señor Noodleman.
Fantástico! [laughs]
And now our very own Hiddenville High Raptorettes.
- *
- [screams]
It was supposed to be her!
Why do I cheer chat if nobody ever listens?
- I listened.
- Phoebe?
- Well, I'm not sure I get it... but that was cool.
Let's hear it for the Raptorettes.
- [cheers and applause]
- Now go win that game tonight...
that I won't be at!
- [cheers and applause]
- I'm sorry, I should have believed you.
- And I should have been a better friend.
Congratulaaaations.
- Aww...
- You two ruined the pep rally.
Who do you think you are?
- She's Cherry. - She's Phoebs.
The Madisons are major dweebs.
Gotta go, but we had fun.
Drop your pompoms-- we are done.
- Ooh, cheer burn. - That just happened.
- Ooh, ooh, Rap burn!
- Billy, Nora, you guys did a good job
taking those pizza boxes out.
- You know us--we live to clean.
- [cats meowing]
- Is that that cat, Roscoe?
- [whispers loudly] Hard to say.
- Maybe we were rough on the little guy.
I'll take him some milk. - Dad, wait!
- Yeah, let us do it!
- Oh, no, no, no, no, don't be silly.
Truth be told, I have a soft spot for cats.
Here, kitty kitty kitty... kitties.
- [cats meowing]
- HANK: Whoa, whoa... [screaming]
Get your claws out of my soft spot!
- [cats meowing]
- You fed the cat, didn't you?
- BOTH: Nooooo... yes.
- There's gotta be a hundred cats out there.
- Eh, 128.
What can I say--it's a gift.
- [cats meowing] - HANK: [screaming]