[laughter]
[laughter stops]
[door closes] - What are you doing here?
- We're gonna watch a movie.
- Not on that couch. Oyster, launch mode!
- What's launch--
[screams]
- Whoa!
- You could've just called dibs.
- Looks like you girls are gonna have to watch TV somewhere else.
- You boys may have the couch, but we have the remote.
- [scoffs] Keep the remote. We're out of here.
My friends do not want to hang out with your friends.
ALL: Shhhh!
MALE ANNOUNCER ON TV: From the makers of Werewolf Hurricane
and Vampire Twister
comes a supernatural storm that no one could forecast--
Zombie Rain 3-D.
ALL: Whoa!
- I so want to see that. - Me too.
Some girl we go to school with saw it,
and she's had nightmares ever since.
- Uh, that was me.
- Hey, we should all go tonight.
- Oh, sweetches! - Not sweetches.
Phoebe, I've seen the movie. I've seen your friends.
I'm not a fan of either. - [scoffs]
Trust me--none of you guys should go.
Some girl got pink eye from the 3-D glasses.
Yes, that was also me.
- Hey, there's a 7:00 showing. - That's perfect.
I have an early cricket match tomorrow.
You heard me.
- Did you see that?
W-we can't have our friends
hanging out together.
We already share everything else--
a couch, a house, a family, a birthday.
You're everywhere.
- It's just a movie.
- No, today it's movie, but then we become a group.
Next thing you know, we're finding out
who has the longest arm, so we can take a group selfie.
- It's always me.
- Is that what you want, Phoebe--
for you and I to be part of the same group forever?
[mysterious music]
*
- B-12. - Bingo!
[laughs] Sweetches.
- Hey, Long Arms, get over here and take a group selfie.
*
- This has to stop!
Now we're even sharing nightmares.
[upbeat music]
WOMAN: * What you see
* Is not what you get
MAN: * Livin' our lives with a secret *
WOMAN: * We fit right in, bet you never guessed *
MAN: * 'Cause we're livin' our lives *
* Just like all the rest
BOTH: * 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 *
*
- And now, riding a bike with no brakes
and loose handlebars,
Billy Thunderman!
Whoo! Yeah!
- Thank you.
Watch, as I attempt to--
BARB: Not go to the emergency room.
- Step away from the bike, Billy.
- That would have been so much cooler
if you were on it.
- I know!
We never get to do anything.
- And you're alive.
You're welcome.
- Come on, maybe there's a can we can kick outside.
- Be careful.
- [sighs] Ready to go the movies
and make sure our friends don't become friends?
- Hey, don't call them "our friends."
I have my friends, and you have your giggle buddies.
- Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.
- Hey, haven't you forgotten something?
- Uh, wallet, keys, phone, my boyish charm.
Nope, let's go. - [snaps fingers]
- Guys, you're not going anywhere.
- It's our date night, remember?
You two are babysitting Billy and Nora.
- What? Why?
Well, I know why. But why?
- See ya later.
- Wait, do you realize
that if we babysit tonight,
our social lives could be over?
- Better yours than ours.
Run, Barb!
- Be careful!
- Hey, Max, can we go play tag with your rocket
on the old wooden bridge?
- Sure, why don't you hitchhike there
and get a tattoo on the way back?
- Yes! - Yes!
- No!
Stop fooling around.
- Someone's starting to sound a lot like Mom.
- Am I, Nora?
Am I?
- Max, how can we stop our friends
from becoming a group if we're stuck here?
- Look, I texted Cherry, "Ditch the boys,"
but it got auto-corrected.
- "Stitch the bosses."
That makes no sense.
- You know what makes even less sense?
Cherry texted back "Done-zo."
- Well, while you've been texting gibberish,
I've been working on...
this.
First, I'll take over two satellites,
then disrupt their communication
so they'll lose each other's phone numbers.
Ah?
- But can't they just ask
for each other's phone numbers again?
- She's right, dummy.
- One more word, Colosso, I'll freeze you.
- Shutting up, sir.
- Wait.
Max, that's it.
If we freeze the kids,
we can leave them here
while we go separate our friends.
- Oh...
that's what a not-stupid idea
sounds like.
- Ah.
- Shutting up again.
- Hey, Billy, Nora.
Frozen kids say what?
- What? - What?
- Aw.
I know it was my idea,
but I feel kind of bad leaving them on ice.
- Now you're starting to sound like Mom.
- Am I, Max?
Am I?
Hey, everyone.
- [gasps] Yay, you changed your minds.
- Actually, girls, I was thinking
it would be so much more fun
if we went to Wong's to get a pizza.
- That sounds awesome. - Great.
- With the boys, after the movie.
- What?
- Wouldn't you guys rather go check out
that new go-cart park?
- Yeah, let's do that. - Cool.
- With the girls, tomorrow night.
- What?
- I'm free. Let's all go.
- A full weekend?
We're turning into a fun group.
Hands in.
- I'm not doing that.
- Go, group!
- Okay, that looked fun.
Put me down for the next one.
- Hey, our movie's gonna start.
See you at Wong's.
- Stitch it up, bosses!
- What have I done? - You've given the group
we're trying to break up a catchphrase.
- We got to go unstitch those bosses.
- Let's get in that movie,
and make them never want to hang out again.
Hands in.
Go buy some tickets!
[zapping, ice cracking]
- Nobody puts Nora in the freezer.
[ice cracking]
- Whoa. What happened?
Why is my butt so cold?
Ow! Why is my butt so hot?
- I wonder how long we were frozen?
- For 50 years!
While rabbits were once your mere pets,
here in the future, we rule the planet!
- Come on, Colosso, we know that's one
of your silly costumes.
Right, Billy?
- I am your humble servant.
- Yes.
- Tell me where Phoebe and Max went...
Or your costumes get it!
- Ah, well played, girl Billy.
- It's Nora. - Don't care.
Phoebe and Max froze you so they could go to the movies.
- You realize what this means, Billy?
- You know I don't, Nora.
- We're home alone for the first time!
We can do whatever we want.
- Light her up!
- Whoo-hoo!
- Take that, old wooden bridge!
- What's that, Mom and Dad?
Oh, that's right. You're not here.
Couch party!
[dance music playing]
*
[audience gasping]
- Oh, there they are, in the middle.
- Look at them all-- being friends.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
[dramatic movie music playing]
*
Okay, let the ruining of the night begin.
- Oyster.
- Sorry, guys.
My fingers are just so ripped
from wailing on my guitar.
- Look at us--
it's like we're covered in zombie guts.
[all imitating zombies groaning]
- Uh-oh, they're bonding.
And now they're taking a zombie selfie.
[camera shutter clicks]
- Aw, I couldn't get us all.
My arms are too short.
I wish Phoebe was here.
- [sighs] All right, Max, we need a new plan.
If we don't get home soon, Mom and Dad are gonna find out
what we did to Billy and Nora.
- Relax, Phoebe.
Mom and Dad are the least
of our problems right now.
- See, Hank, we missed the beginning.
- You know how I feel about paying for parking, Barb.
- Any chance there's another cheap Hank
and complaining Barb in Hiddenville?
- Oh!
This movie just got way scarier.
- Max, what are we gonna do?
How can we ruin our friends' night
if our parents are sitting right behind us?
- If they see us, we won't need friends
'cause we'll be grounded for life for leaving Billy and Nora.
- How can this night get any worse?
- Ah...
Date night.
- That's it. I'm out.
MAX: Sorry, excuse us.
Pardon me. Sorry about that.
Oh.
- [grunts] Sorry.
Ugh, people are so gross-- throwing their trash everywhere.
- Tell me about it.
- [sighs]
Well, we tried.
- Maybe we're overreacting.
I mean, how close can our friends really get
during one movie?
[cell phone chimes]
- Uh-oh, Gideon just asked the girls to join your band.
- What? Please. Oyster would never let that happen.
[cell phone rings]
- "Dude, the girls are in the band"?
This is horrible.
- [sighs] I know.
They didn't ask me.
[cell phone chimes]
Oh, yay, I'm in, too.
[giggles]
- Phoebe, nobody's in.
Don't you realize what that would mean?
Our group would be in a band...
together...
forever.
[mysterious music]
[rock song ends]
- Oh, sweetches band practice, dudes.
- Now it's time to stitch it up, bosses.
[mysterious music]
- So we're staying and breaking up that group, right?
- Oh, yeah.
I'd rather get grounded by Mom and Dad
than spend the rest of my life
rocking to the oldies with you.
- But we won't get grounded
if we don't go back into the theater, huh?
- This would go a lost faster if you just told me your plan.
- Just follow me.
- Dad's gonna love this new layout.
It just makes sense.
[bowl shatters]
- Billy!
- Sorry. I can't score against this guy!
- I was gonna say, "Nice shot."
You broke some stuff and found Mom's magic money card.
- We can buy anything we want.
- Let's turn Max's lair into a ball pit.
- But how do we trick some adult
into letting us use Mom's credit card?
- Sign here, Mrs. Thunderman.
- Please, call me Barb...
because that's my name.
Oh.
You're probably wondering about my third arm.
- Not if you tip me.
- Oh.
- He doesn't suspect a thing.
- Stand back, Phoebe.
I'm gonna break down this projection room door.
Whoa!
- Oh, look, the door was unlocked.
[lock clicks] - Okay.
We're gonna switch out Zombie Rain 3-D
for a movie that's even lamer--
so lame, they'll want to leave.
- Got it.
Um...
Oh, here, how about this?
Train Plane.
- Oyster would love it.
His dad's a conductor, and his mom's a pilot.
I'm talking about...
this movie.
- "Yawnimals-- a delightful documentary
about the yawning habits of the animal kingdom."
[yawning] Yeah.
This'll work.
[dramatic music playing on-screen]
[light music playing on-screen]
*
- Wait, why did they switch the movie?
- I did not buy a ticket to see yawning animals.
- Oh, Yawnimals.
Now I get it.
- This movie is making me sleepy.
*
- Oh, this is ridiculous.
You need to do something, Hank.
Hank? - [snores loudly]
- Great, I married a yawnimal.
[cell phone chimes]
- [sighs]
[gasps] It's working.
Cherry just texted a yawny face.
- Mission accomplished.
Let's go home, unfreeze the kids,
never talk to each other again.
- Done-zo.
[pounding on door] BARB: Hello?
I-is there a manager in there?
- Oh, it's Mom.
Now we're really done-zo.
[zapping] BARB: Hey!
I know someone's in there.
I want to see the rest of Zombie Rain.
- Uh, the scientists create a drought,
and the zombies dry up.
The end.
BARB: Great. You ruined the ending.
I may as well go home.
- No, you can't go home!
I mean...
give Yawnimals a chance.
It's from the makers of Catnaps.
[sighs]
We've got to get out of here.
- That window's the only way out.
You jump first so I have someone to break my fall.
[pounding on door]
BARB: You spoiled the movie for me.
Open this door, or I'll open it myself.
- All right...
here goes nothing.
It's working. It's working.
Oh, I'm stuck. I'm stuck.
BILLY: Billy in the pit!
Whoo-hoo!
- Best night ever!
- How great would it be
if the whole house was filled with balls?
- Why ask when we can just do it?
[suspenseful music]
*
- What was that?
Aah!
- Ball shark!
- [laughing wickedly]
I got ya good, boy Nora.
- That was great.
You even pretended to bite my ankles.
- [laughing] Yeah, pretended.
You might want to pretend to go get a rabies shot.
- Waah!
[pounding on door]
BARB: I will blast this door open
with the power of a thousand lightning storms...
using my portable electric shocker
that I keep in my purse.
Z-i-ip.
Oh, here it is.
- Mom's gonna use her powers.
She'll do anything to not go home.
- Here's an idea. Do something!
- I found some butter.
- Do something else!
- Don't worry. It'll work...
maybe.
I've just got to make you slippery.
Okay, try now.
- Here I go.
Whoa! [loud thud]
- Huh, Dad was right.
Butter fixes everything.
[mellow music playing on-screen]
[loud thud]
*
- The theater is not a trash can, people.
- Shhhh!
- Hey, check it out.
Our friends left.
Dad's asleep.
Let's quietly sneak past him.
- Aw, baby llama sleepy.
- [gasps] I'm up.
I love date night.
Where's my shoe?
Where's my wife?
[laughing]
- They're still here? [camera shutter clicks]
[whining] Why are they still here?
- We gave them the worst night ever,
and they still won't stop hanging out together.
- Maybe it's time we do the right thing.
Ditch these losers and get new friends.
- That girl with the accordion
looks like she could use some friends.
I'll go talk to her.
BARB: You're not listening.
I was just changing the movie back,
and the doorknob was already melted
when I got there.
- You're going to have to leave the theater.
Wait here until I get your husband, ma'am.
- Oh, no, you did not just call me "ma'am."
I am a young lady.
[mouths word]
- Guys, this is the weirdest night ever,
but it was great fun.
- You know what would have made this night even better?
- If you would have let me hold your hand?
- Are you talking to me or Cherry?
- I've got two hands.
- No, I'm talking about Phoebe and Max.
I wish they were here with us.
- That would be fun. - Yeah, me too.
- Yeah, it's funny when they fight.
- Aw, they miss us.
Maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world
to be in the same group of friends.
- Well, if you join the group,
then I've got to join the group.
Someone's got to keep you out of my band.
- Weren't we gonna meet Max and Phoebe at Wong's?
- I'm texting Phoebe right now.
[cell phone chimes]
- Hey, guys.
- What are you two doing back there?
- Um, Cherry just sent me a text about going to Wong's,
so we came right over.
- We were really close by.
- This is so much fun.
Hands in, everybody.
- Yeah, I'm not doing that again.
- Don't fight it, bro.
Come get some of this.
ALL: Go, group!
I'm telling you--there is no way that was my wife.
You got the-- Yeah, that's her.
- Actually, uh,
we're gonna have to meet you guys at Wong's.
There's a couple of things at home we got to defrost first.
- Well, not the best date night ever.
- Oh, still, it's nice to get out on our own
and away from the kids for a while...
especially Max.
- Yeah.
But it's funny when they fight.
- [sighs] Come on, Max.
Mom and Dad are gonna be here any second.
- I'm trying. It's stuck for some reason.
HANK: Hey, hey, hey.
What are you kids up to?
- Uh, hi, Mom, Dad.
We were just playing hide-and-seek
with Billy and Nora.
- Come on out, you little rascals.
- Well, your mother and I had yet another flawless date night.
I even sprung for a double feature.
Nothing's too good for my little lady.
- Just open the door, Hank.
- What the heck?
- Hello. - Hello.
- Run! - Run!
[upbeat music]
*