- *
- This heatwave is the worst.
- So hot.
It's like we moved into dad's bellybutton.
- No, no, I got this.
It's not like you guys can move things with your minds.
- Let me help, Nora.
The hose goes over there.
- All right, Billy, go turn on the water so we can
turn this room into our own private waterpark.
- On it.
- Hold on.
Nobody move.
Assessing, assessing.
Mm-hmm. Something's different.
- Kids, why is the slide inside?
- The slide!
We make a great team.
- You know we wouldn't need this slide
if we just had a pool.
- I want a pool.
Come on, dad!
- Okay, you can have a pool.
- Seriously? Awesome.
- Hank.
- I'm the good cop, Barb.
Now you swoop in and shut this down.
- Oh, okay, tell you what.
If you kids can help raise the money,
we'll chip in too and see what we can afford.
- Oh.
- Awesome. - Great.
- Your bad cop needs work.
- I can't wait for a pool.
Step aside.
I'm doing this.
- Max.
I-I-I don't think you should be--
- Whoo-hoo!
[unintelligible]
Oh!
- ALL: My turn!
- * 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 *
* Yard sale dubby, dubby, dubby, dubby *
- Billy, if I knew you were gonna make up an annoying song,
I never would suggested a--
- * Yard sale, dubby, dubby, dubby, dubby *
* Yard sale, dubby, dubby, dubby, dubby *
- Guys, this is gonna be great.
We'll make a fortunate selling our old junk, buy a pool
and then invite cute boys over for pool parties.
- What is it with you and cute boys?
- What?
It's not like I have an app on my phone that tells me
when there's one on our block.
- [phone dings]
- VOICE ON PHONE: He's cute.
- I've had enough of this place.
Unbearable heat, unnecessary singing, Billy.
Jetpack, take me away!
- [engine fizzles]
- Uh, I blame Billy.
- Oh cool.
Comic books and action figures.
Oh, this isn't cool.
It's just mom.
No one's gonna buy this Electress stuff.
Mom never saved the world like Dad did.
- Yeah, but she did other stuff like...
What did she do?
- I don't know.
But Dad was out there stopping runaway trains,
taking down villains and inventing the cookie pie.
Is it a cookie? Is it a pie?
Only Dad knows.
- It's both.
- And that's why he's a national treasure.
- I am so proud of you kids, chipping in,
working together as a family, learning songs.
* Yard sale, shama-lama ding dong *
What you got there, Billy?
- I'm selling all my army men.
Well, almost all.
Not Sergeant Flargeant, he's my favorite.
- Sergeant Flargeant?
Who's this?
Corporal Smorporal?
- It is now.
- Nora, you must really want a pool.
You're selling all your bows?
- Yep.
Yesterday, it was so hot, my bow melted and stuck to my head.
It's a part of me now.
- Oh, Phoebe, that's all my old Electress stuff.
You can't sell that.
- [chuckles] No kidding.
- What does that mean?
- What do you mean?
- I mean you can't sell that
because my actual Electress whip is in this box.
This is a very dangerous weapon.
If someone besides me uses this,
they would really hurt themselves.
- [chuckles] What'll happen?
Their lights will turn off?
Got it, putting the box back.
- Thank you.
- Uh, honey, you kind of left out the part
where if your whip gets in the wrong hands,
it'll explode and take out half a city block.
- And risk that info getting back to our supervillain son
voted most likely to take out half a city block?
- So smart.
Uh, you know, you really were something back in the day.
- Back in the day?
- I don't know why I say things.
- [phone dings]
- VOICE ON PHONE: He's cute.
- Ooh, and he's right outside.
Oh, he is cute.
- What is it gonna take
to put you in these old, dirty pants today?
- Here's your bow.
You got a good one.
I wore it to my first circus.
It still smells like elephant and childish wonder.
Give it back, you monster!
I don't need your dirty bow money!
- So...how are things going over here?
- A lot of looky-loos, but nobody's serious.
I think I'll call it a day.
- Nora, I know these bows mean a lot to you, but if you want
that pool, you're gonna have to make some sacrifices.
- Can we sell Dr. Colosso?
He's never liked you, and now Billy's on his list.
- Why don't you go upstairs, pick out the ones
you don't wear anymore and just sell those?
- Okay.
What are you looking at?
- I see you eyeing those old, dried up paintbrushes.
You a collector?
- Save it.
I'm here for comics.
You got any, tank top?
- I'm not wearing a tank top.
- But you look like you got a bunch.
- What I got a bunch of is comics,
but I'm not gonna sell 'em to some kid who calls me names.
- I got 50 bucks.
- Tank top will be right back.
Well, you know what they say.
One man's trash is another weird kid's 50 bucks worth of trash.
- [sighs]
I need an app that finds cute boys
that don't ask me to pull their finger.
Oh, uh, mom, you didn't have to move the box.
I was totally gonna do it.
- I didn't move it.
Oh, no, what if somebody took it outside to sell it?
- That box isn't going anywhere 'til trash day.
- What? - Coming!
- If you like that box of garbage,
you'll love these dirty pants.
- Hey, Max, have you seen that box of mom's old stuff?
- Seen it and sold it.
- What?
[whispers] Max, that box had mom's old Electress whip in it.
- Oh, poor sucker, now he's gotta throw it out.
- No, Max, it's her real whip.
It's super dangerous in a non-sups' hands.
You've gotta get it back.
Whoever bought it could get seriously hurt.
- Luckily, I don't get too attached to my customers.
- Hurt kid plus angry mom equals no pool.
- No pool equals sad Max.
Hey, kid, get back here!
Wait, am I hurting the kid?
- Just get the box back.
- So did Max see the box?
- Sure did.
- Oh, good.
Did he put it back in the attic?
- [chuckles] Would I be standing here avoiding eye contact
if Max didn't put the box in the attic?
- Oh, oh, oh, time to beat the heat.
Oh, oh, freezy socks!
- [snaps]
- Hey.
Whatcha wearin'?
- You told me to sell all the bows I don't wear.
But look, I still wear them all.
- [crash]
- How did my kids get so weird?
[laughing]
Frozen thundies!
Uh, uh, uh.
Ah!
- There's the nerd mobile.
This must be the place.
- [doorbell music plays]
- Yep, this is the place.
- What do you want, hipster?
- Look, I sold that box to you by mistake,
and I was wondering if I could get it back.
Here's your 20 bucks.
- I gave you 50, sideburns.
- Right.
Wait, there's something missing in here.
- You mean Electress' real whip?
I don't know how you got it, but you're never getting it back,
Wall Street.
- Stop calling me names and give it back.
- I'm not giving this bad boy up.
I'd only give this to Electress herself.
We all know that's not gonna happen, Chinatown.
- [locks snapping]
- Like four locks are gonna stop me.
[laughs]
- [alarm beeping]
- That might.
- *
- No whip?
Why'd you come home without the whip?
How did he even know the whip was real?
- I don't know.
He's some sort of super fan.
Okay, he said he'd never give it back to anyone
but Electress herself.
- Oh, well then we'll just ask mom to help us.
- You think that's a good idea? - No.
Oh, but we could tell dad.
- Really? - No!
- BARB: Max, is that you down there?
- [in high-pitched voice] Yes, I'm down here.
- Why did you use a fake voice if you're just
gonna say you're down here?
- BARB: Is that you too, Phoebe?
- [in deep voice] Yes, it's me.
Look, if we wanna get that pool, we gotta get that whip back
before mom figures out it's gone.
Here she comes.
Lose the box.
- [crash]
- DR. COLOSSO: Ow! I know that was you, Billy!
- Hey, mom, what's the haps?
- Max, where did you put my stuff?
- Uh, in the attic right next to the thing, under the thing
with the thingy.
- I-I just need to find my whip.
It could blow up...
your minds it's so cool and not dangerous.
Luckily my old Electro-puter here has a homing signal
that can locate it in a jiffy.
- [whispers] Quick, go to your old people translator app
and figure out what "jiffy" means.
- Oh, no, it means fast, Phoebe, really fast.
- [computer beeping]
- Two hundred and fifty-three updates.
- [blows air]
- Has it been that long?
- [computer beeping]
- Oh, this thing's gonna take forever.
- Max, we need a plan.
- Way ahead of you.
If he wants Electress, we'll give him Electress.
Electress.
- Why are you calling me Elect--oh.
- *
- So, dad, do you think we've made enough to get a pool?
- No quite, Billy.
Pools cost a little more than $8.17 and a button.
- Well, Sergeant Flargeant, looks like this is goodbye.
It'll be easier if we don't look at each other.
- Billy, what are you doing?
You can't sell Sergeant Flargeant.
- I have to.
I really want to get that pool for you.
You've been crying ever since you got out here.
- I'm not crying.
This is sweat.
- Yeah, sweat from your eyeballs.
- I'm serious.
It's like a million degrees under these things.
- A million degrees of sadness.
- Nora, honey, why are you crying?
- It's sweat!
- *
- [knocking on door]
- BOY: Use the doorbell!
- [doorbell music plays]
- Well, look who's wearing a tank top.
- It's hot, okay?
Anyway, I thought you'd might like to meet someone.
Oh, Electress!
- [electricity zapping]
- Hello, citizen.
- Electress!
Is it really you?
- Yes, it is me.
I hope you turn off the light when you leave a room.
- I do! I don't.
I will!
- I believe you have something of mine.
- Yes, yes, your whip.
Come in, my high-wattage queen.
- Whoa, I see you're a fan of Electress...who is me.
- Of course, you're my hero.
I'll be right back.
I hid your whip in case your mortal enemy Blackout
came looking for it.
- Bright idea, boy.
We wouldn't want it falling into his hands.
- You--you mean her hands.
- I mean, her hands.
Ha, spark attack.
- [electricity zapping]
- Wow, Max, I can't believe these gloves you made
actually work.
- Me neither.
I made them completely of parts from your laptop.
I just hope he comes back soon.
Seeing mom's face everywhere is freaking me out.
- It's not just her face.
This place is a shrine.
- This lonely loser pasted mom's face on the cover
of this superhero magazine.
- No, Max, I think that's real.
I think this is all real.
"Electress short circuits robot army."
"Electress saves White House then lights Christmas tree."
- How could mom have done all of this?
She can't even work the thermostat.
- I got your whip.
But before you go, Electress...
what was your favorite battle ever?
- [laughs] That would be like choosing my favorite child,
impossible.
Although at first, I'd have to say my oldest daughter.
- Well, this was fun.
But Electress has to get to a charity event.
Needy children without batteries.
- So I'll just take my whip.
- Sorry, one more question.
What ever happened to your sidekick?
- I had a sidekick?
Oh, ha, ha, my sidekick.
I was just telling this guy that story.
Here, tell him the story.
- Don't look at me.
Until we got to this dweeb cave,
I thought she was dad's sidekick.
- Oh.
A return of the spark attack.
- [electricity buzzing] - Ow!
- Oh, sorry. - [electricity buzzing]
- Turn it off! - I can't!
- You're not the real Electress!
Liars!
Whiggy, whiggy whip!
- Hey, what are you doing?
- I'm sorry.
Whiggy, whiggy whip?
Is that something Electress used to say?
- Nope.
That was all Cedrick.
- [computer beeping]
- Now we're cooking with gas.
Seventy percent done.
- [computer beeping]
- Sixty-eight?
How are you going backwards?
Fifty-one?
You're worse than the thermostat.
Ugh!
- No one's buying anything anymore, dad.
They're just playing with stuff.
Dad?
- Ah!
You're right, Billy.
At this rate, you guys probably won't make enough for a pool.
- That's because everybody bailed.
Where are Max and Phoebe?
[in deep voice] "We should do a yard sale, guys."
[in high-pitched voice] "We can tods make a lot of money, guys."
- Whoa, Billy, take it easy, buddy.
- I sold Sergeant Flargeant.
My favorite toy now belongs to that pasty kid down the street
who smells like cauliflower.
- Well, it's still light out.
You wanna stay and see if we can sell anything?
- Nah.
Let's just pack it up.
- *
- Step right up.
Nora's prized bows are now for sale.
This one was worn by the queen.
This one can charge your cellphone.
This one has a pocket.
- Nora, why are selling all of your bows?
- I realized I was being silly.
It's not fair if everyone else is giving up stuff and I'm not.
Just like you gave up Sergeant Flargeant.
- I am really proud...of you both.
- Thanks.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some bows to sell.
This bow belonged to Rihanna.
This one can cure loneliness.
This one has a blog.
- [blows air]
- My freeze breath isn't working either.
I think the whip is cancelling our powers.
- Uh, man, mom had some pretty cool stuff.
- Uh-oh, Max, it's getting hot.
- It's becoming unstable.
I just hope it doesn't spark.
It's a sure sign a weapon's about to explode.
- [sparks]
- And it's sparking.
- Hello, jerks.
I just called my dad.
And when he gets home, you guys are gonna be in big trouble.
- Cedrick, you have to let us go.
We think this whip is about to explode.
- Why should I believe you?
You guys have been lying to my face ever since I met you.
- You know what? You're right.
Let's start over.
I'm...Monica.
And this is Ross.
- And for all you know, we could be Electress' children.
- Please.
There's no way kids with a mom as cool as Electress
would know absolutely nothing about her.
- He's right.
We're horrible kids.
- It's true, you are.
- Look, mom is an amazing superhero,
and some random kid knows more about her than we do.
- [electricity zapping]
- Shocked...to see me.
- Electress!
- Amazing!
How'd you find me, my super-charged goddess?
- No need to make this weird, citizen.
I used my state-of-the-art homing device
to track my whip here.
Thank you, young man, for being a heroic Electrolyte.
- Electress, these posers aren't really your kids,
are they?
- My kids?
No way.
My kids would never be so reckless as to compromise
their identities and safety just to make a couple of bucks.
- Told you.
- But I will make sure they get what's coming to them.
- A stern talking to while we swim in our new pool?
- Farewell, young sparkplug.
- [electricity zapping]
- Electress, wait!
Before you go, who's gonna pay for this hole in my carpet?
- *
- Well, you did it.
You got the pool you earned.
- We did all that hard work for this.
- Oh, no, she didn't!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey.
We are still proud of you kids.
- Well, two of you.
- Why are you proud of me?
I only sold one stinking bow.
- And it was a pleasure doing business with you.
Good luck cashing that check, girly.
Away!
- [engine fizzles]
- Uh.
And Billy wins again.
- Mom, did you really use the Eiffel Tower
to stop an alien invasion?
- [in French accent] But of course.
- One time, I used it as a harpoon--
- Quiet, dad.
- Yeah, mom's talking.
Mom, we are so sorry we didn't know
all those amazing things about you.
You really used to be somebody.
- Thank you, I think.
- Yeah.
I don't know why you don't talk about it.
Dad brags about his stuff all the time.
- Oh, you wanna hear the harpoon story?
- Quiet, dad.
- You know, as great as those days were, my biggest
accomplishments are sitting right here beside me.
- Aw, thanks, mom.
- And now that you're grounded, you'll be beside me
for the next six months.
- Come on, mom, tell us one superhero story.
- [indistinct chatter]
- It was so long ago.
There I was, up against the deadliest sea monster,
Squidonkulis.
- Oh, I fought Squidonkulis once.
- ALL: Dad!
- *