- Phoebe Thunderman's journalism class topic--
"Gum Chewing Habits in a Typical Suburban High School."
[scraping gum]
- [gum splats]
- Phoebe, did you just spit your gum at me?
- No, Winnie, I would never do that.
It was somebody else's gum.
I'm doing this fascinating article on gum chewing.
- By "fascinating" do you mean "gross"?
- Yeah.
Can I have your gum?
- Don't take this the wrong way...
...but no. [pats shoulder]
- I'm starting think this was a bad idea.
[sighing] - Hi, Phoebe.
This is for your dumb gum project.
Ah!
- Help me come up with a new story for journalism class.
If my article gets on the cover of the school newspaper,
it's a guaranteed "A".
- Oh, I've got the perfect headline--
"Handsome Brother Walks Away."
Hey, Rebel Raptor's struck again.
Whoever's making these has really captured
Bradford's stink lines.
- STUDENTS: [laughing]
- Stop laughing!
I am sick of these posters.
This has been going on for weeks.
What? Oh! You!
- Hey, hey, before you accuse me,
I want you to know I did not do this, all right?
I was home all night.
Ask Phoebe.
- Hello, High School Janitors of America,
um, can I please speak to your scraped gum division?
- Max in the house!
- Quiet, Max.
Sorry, that was my brother. He is dumb as a board.
It's true, Principal Bradford.
Max was home all night while I worked on my article
on gum chewing habits in a typical suburban--
- Don't care!
When I catch this Rebel Raptor, they're gonna get
the worst punishment this school has to offer.
- What? Being principal for a day?
- They're gonna spend the rest of high school
workin' the lunch line!
- Max, the Rebel Raptor. That's it.
It's the perfect article.
If I can find out who he is,
it'll get me the cover and the "A".
- And I'd better not see another one of these posters of me!
- STUDENTS: [laughing]
- *
* 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
- How is your Rebel Raptor search going?
- Great. I made a list of everyone at school
with the skills to pull off these stunts
and summoned them here.
- Hm, and he's the only one who showed up?
- Yep.
- So this isn't a date?
- No.
- Can it be? - No!
- Your loss, baby.
- Phoebe, I don't know how
you're gonna find out who this guy is.
You should just give up.
- You don't get "A"'s by giving up, Max.
You have to work hard.
I mean, pffft, it's not like the Rebel Raptor
is gonna contact me. - [text tone chimes]
- It's a message from the Rebel Raptor!
All my hard work finally paid off.
- You didn't do anything.
- Um, I don't have the time to explain journalism to you.
Wait, it says he wants to do an interview with me
to tell his story,
but only if I keep his identity a secret.
Pffft, it's a deal.
- Would chocolates change your mind?
- No!
- Is your mom home? - Get out!
- *
- MAN ON VIDEO: Aliens are everywhere.
They could be in your city, your neighborhood,
or even sitting right next to you.
- [dramatic music]
- BOTH: Ahhhhhh!
- What's going on?
- Billy's an alien!
- That's what an alien would say!
- Okay, I told you guys to stop watching these videos.
There's no such thing as aliens.
- Aw, it's just a little harmless fun, Barb.
What's the worst that can happen?
- Show your face, alien!
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Okay! Okay!
Guys, your mom is right.
There's no such thing as aliens.
But have you ever heard of the chubacabra?
- Hank!
Now no more ripping each other's faces off, you got it?
- [screeches like "alien"]
- Okay, maybe you're not an alien,
but do you know who is?
That weird guy who sells pretzels at the mall.
- It's so true.
Let's see what he's hiding under that paper hat.
[zooming]
Hair. He was hiding hair.
- [whimsical suspenseful music]
- Rebel Raptor, I'm alone, like you asked.
- [electronic voice] Why are you dressed
like a black and white movie?
- I'm a hard-hitting reporter with a nose for news.
- You're in a journalism class taught by the gym teacher.
- Now, tell me, how did you come up with your name--
Rebel Raptor?
- There are certain things about my legend
that must remain shrouded in mystery.
- WOMAN: Why is it so dark in here?
- Mom, you totally ruined my shrouded mystery!
- BARB: Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie.
Who are you talking to?
Oh, hey, Phoebe.
Why are you dressed like a black and white movie?
- You're the Rebel Raptor?
How are you the Rebel Raptor?
You were home every night. I saw you.
- Did you really see me, though?
- Hello, High School Janitors of America,
um, can I please speak to your scraped gum division?
- Max in the house!
- Quiet, Max.
Sorry, that was my brother. He is dumb as a board.
- [cut-out thudding] - COLOSSO: [laughing]
[laughing]
He's not the only dummy! [laughing]
- Come on, Max, there's no way that could have really happened.
- COLOSSO: [laughing]
It's too easy! [laughing]
- Ah!
- Phoebe, you cannot tell anyone I'm the Rebel Raptor.
Bradford'll make me work the cafeteria
and wear a hair net.
You can't cage this mane!
- All right, relax, Max.
I--I gave you my word
and superheroes always keep their word.
- Thank you.
- But I also want that "A". - Oh, here's the catch.
- You're gonna give me an exclusive photo
with the Rebel Raptor before his next poster goes up.
- And you'll blur my face?
- I do that with all your photos.
- All right, I'll do it.
- Great! Now, first question...
- Max! [sighing]
- Be right down. Just getting a sandwich.
- Do you see any aliens yet?
- Ah! Flying saucer shaped like the moon!
- That is the moon, Gali-lamo.
- At least I'm trying to find aliens.
All you did was make tuna casserole.
- That's alien bait.
They like human brains,
so I made some from noodles and white cat food.
- [food splatting]
- Ew, noodles!
- [screechy singing]
- What was that?
- That's the noodles talkin'.
- [screechy singing continues]
- It's coming from Mrs. Wong's house.
- [screechy singing continues]
Huh?
Huh! [growling]
- Mrs. Wong's an alien and she saw us.
Run! - BILLY: [zooming]
- Why did I get the laser eyes?
- I'm telling you-- we saw an alien.
- Uh-huh. Whose hair did you rip out this time?
- We were wrong about Pretzel Pete.
But we're right about Mrs. Wong.
- Just because she's completely void of human emotion
doesn't make her an alien.
- But she has a huge bug head--like...
- Okay, now you're just being mean.
No more alien talk and that's final.
- Now, I'm gonna go have more of that delicious
tuna noodle casserole your mom made.
- I didn't make a tuna noodle casserole.
- Hey, did you get the cover story?
- Yep, and the "A".
This is so great.
- No, I'm so great.
Check it out. Less attractive copy cats.
Ah, I remember my first act of vandalism.
- Phoebe, your article was amazing.
The Raptor's such a bad boy.
Was he cute?
- He certainly thinks so.
- Well, you can give us all the deets
when you sit with us at lunch today.
- Definitely. See ya soon.
This day could not get better.
- Tell me who the Rebel Raptor is now!
- But it could get worse.
- The name.
- All right, Principal Bradford, the truth is...
I can't tell you.
- Phoebe, how could you? Wait! What?
- I promised my source that I would protect them
and I don't break my promises.
- [silently] Thank you.
- Phoebe, I have to say that
I am impressed with your integrity.
- Really? - No.
Either you tell me who the Rebel Raptor is
or I will make you Hiddenville High's newest lunch lady.
- You're bluffing.
- [elastic snapping]
- Okay, you can stop bluffing now.
- [laughing]
- [food splatting] - Next.
Hey, Winnie! Look who's got the hook up for ya.
Extra--
whatever this is.
- Uh, I was just gonna have the salad.
- I think this is the salad.
- So, I guess we won't be having lunch together, Phoebe.
- Well, I mean, unless you guys wanna come sit over here.
I can flip over that mop bucket.
Yeah, I just heard myself. Go enjoy your life.
- I can't believe I used to go out with you.
- Hey, Phoebe, I just wanna-- - Make fun of me?
Go right ahead.
- No, I'm not here to make fun of you.
I'm here to thank you for keeping your word.
And now that I'm done with that--
what's living on your face?
- It's a mole.
Gladys says you sprout one the moment you tie on the apron.
- And we are "Sisters of the Mole."
- [silently] Help me.
- Gladys!
The students are rebelling.
Look at what they've done to me.
- Ha! Ha!
You are garbage face!
[cackling laughter]
- Ah. Ready to tell me who the Rebel Raptor is?
- I'm sorry, Principal Bradford, I told you I can't.
- Then you get to keep your job.
- Now make me 500 hot dogs by the end of the day.
- What? But I'll miss fifth period.
- Oh? Oh, is that when you take history of--
just do what I say!
- That's strange.
Why would Bradford need 500 hot dogs?
What do you think he's hiding?
- I don't know-- a second stomach?
- No, I mean, he's up to something.
And if you can figure out what it is...
- ...then I can use it against him
and get out of this cafeteria!
All right, how are we gonna find out what he's hiding?
- We? You mean you and the mole? 'Cause I'm out.
- What? Seriously?
I'm covering for you and you're not gonna help me?
- Phoebe, if I helped you,
that would make your self-sacrifice meaningless
and I can't do that to you.
[chomping apple]
[mouth full of apple] Good luck.
- If these cool hats don't protect us from aliens,
at least Thunderman and Electriss will.
- BARB: All right, kids, we'll be back soon.
We're going out for a run.
- What?
- That's what I said when your mom suggested it.
- You guys can't leave us alone.
- Don't worry, Max is here.
- Thank goodness we're not totally alone.
- MAX's VOICE: Max in the house.
- [cut-out thudding]
- HANK: [grunting] Oh, come on.
- Hello, Thundermans.
Look what I have.
- Oh, Barb, you ordered a pizza for our run?
[sniffling] You really get me.
- No, Hank.
Mrs. Wong, what are you doing here?
- I'm trying a new "Alien" theme for my restaurant.
This is my U-F-Oh-so-good pizza.
I came to do a taste test. - HANK: Mmmmm!
- [slaps hand] Not you!
You like everything.
- But not everyone.
- I want your kids to tell me if it tastes delicious--
or like something you'd cook.
- Hey, my wife made a great tuna noodle casserole.
- I didn't make a casserole.
Well, go ahead, Mrs. Wong. Billy and Nora love pizza
and they won't stop talking about aliens.
- Feel free to pick their brains.
- Wait, they like aliens?
Then they'll love my new uniform.
- [door latch clicking]
- There, I've locked every door in the house.
Now no aliens can get in.
- I'll do it, too, just to be safe.
[zooming] - [locks clicking]
- And now they're double-locked.
- You just unlocked all the doors I locked.
- [knock at door]
- It's open.
- [spooky music]
- Hello, Earthlings.
Get ready for a close encounter of the "Wong" kind.
- BOTH: Ahhhhhh!
- [heavy thud] - [groaning]
Good thing nobody saw that.
- Oh, I saw that.
- Phoebe, what are you doing in here?
- Well, I snuck back in so I could
follow those hot dogs and see what Bradford is up to and--
wait a minute!
Did you sneak into school to help me?
- What? No, I'm not helping you.
The Rebel Raptor snuck in to get dirt on Bradford
for his latest poster.
Totally different.
- Yeah, right. You came here to help me.
You act like you're-- - Shhhh!
Someone's coming.
That's not Bradford.
But he's our lead in finding his secret.
Come on!
- All right, get ready to see--
good grief, what am I looking at?
- CROWD: [shouting encouragement]
- YELLOW MAN: [squawking]
- The champion has the challenger
locked in the dreaded "pinky swear."
- YELLOW MAN: [squawking]
- [heavy thud] - CROWD: Oh!
Oh!
- One...two... - YELLOW MAN: [squawking]
- MODERATOR: ...three! - [bell ringing]
- CROWD: [cheering]
- YELLOW MAN: [screaming]
- The winner and reigning champion,
the Duke of Detention,
the Sultan of Suspension.
- Does Bradford know there's an illegal wrestling club
in the school at night?
- Principal Pain!
- [laughing] - CROWD: [cheering]
- PHOEBE: I'm guessing yes.
- Bradford is a wrestler?
His life outside the school is inside the school.
That is so sad.
- Yeah, but a picture of Bradford holding
an underground wrestling match
will get me off lunch lady lane.
Oh, I've gotta get that mask off.
[powers zapping]
Great, it's stuck on his fat head.
How am I gonna get it off?
- You're not.
I am.
When I beat him in the ring.
- Aha! I knew you were here to help me.
- Okay, fine. I'm here to help you.
You stood up for me. Kept my secret.
I owe ya one.
Now slap me! - What? To get you psyched?
- No, for helping you.
- [sharp slap] - Oh! Thanks.
Now it's time to body slam Bradford.
- You realize that's a jock strap.
- [yelping] Ughhh!
- [spooky "alien" music]
- Where are you, my little test subjects?
Get out here so I can pick your brains.
- Nora, I'm gonna jump out.
While Wong picks my brain, you go save yourself.
- That's nice of you, Billy,
but I don't think your brain's gonna buy me much time.
- So, what are we gonna do?
- Remember who we are.
- Terrified children--
who may have soiled their underwear?
- No, superheroes.
I'll distract the Wong
while you super-speed tie her up.
- Come on, kiddies, I've got something for you
that's out of this world.
- Die, space creep!
- Ah!
Ah! I can't see!
- BILLY: [zooming]
Finish her, Nora.
- [powers zapping] - Kids, stop!
What are you doing?
- Mrs. Wong's a creepy alien and tried to pick our brains!
So, ET is about to go to the ER!
- BARB: No!
Mrs. Wong is not an alien.
She was just thinking of having an alien-themed restaurant.
Apparently, with costumes.
- She just wanted you kids to try her new pizza.
- Not any more, jerks!
You kids are crazy!
And your breath smells like cat food.
- You put cat food in your casserole?
- I didn't make a casserole!
- But, wait, we heard alien noises coming from your house.
- What alien noises?
The only sound coming from my house
is my beautiful singing.
- [screechy singing] - Finish her, Nora!
- [powers zapping] - BARB: [covering Nora's eyes]
- [screechy singing continues]
- All right, which one of you is loco enough
to take on Principal Pain?
- I'm so ready!
Get ready, old man, 'cause you're about to be--
- BRADFORD: [roaring] - MAX: [screaming]
- BOTH: [grunting]
- [heavy thud] - MAX: Whoa!
- MODERATOR: Ooh, the champion is taking the challenger
to pretzel town.
- All right, Principal Pain, time for a little payback.
[powers zapping]
- BRADFORD: [screaming]
- It looks like this challenger has some fight in him.
- [powers zapping]
- MODERATOR: Look at this high-flyer.
I haven't seen moves like this
since The Flying Squirrel fought Andrew Craig.
- Get ready, you big-headed goon,
'cause this is gonna hurt.
Hey! Hey, I can't see!
Down in front! down in front!
- MAX: Oh! - [heavy thud]
- Uh-oh, looks like Principal Pain's gonna
send him to the school nurse.
- Nice try, pal.
But you're about to be expelled!
- MAX: [screaming]
- And the challenger is down!
One...two...
- Not so fast!
- MODERATOR: Another mystery wrestler has entered the ring.
Looks like this challenger's a tag team.
If there were rules, this would be illegal.
- Thanks. Ready to do this?
- PHOEBE & MAX: [roaring]
- Okay, I'm really surprised at how good he is at this.
- MODERATOR: Principal Pain is outside the ring
looking for something.
- What's he looking for? What's he looking for?
- He's found it-- The "Board" of Education.
- Okay, there really should be some rules.
- CROWD: [shouting encouragement]
- [roaring]
- [powers zapping] - [hot dog wiener zooming]
- Oh!
Oh, my back.
- MODERATOR: One...two...
three! - [bell ringing]
- CROWD: [cheering]
- That was the most electrifying match
in underground school wrestling history.
Who are our new champions?
- I am the Rebel Raptor!
- I knew it!
- And I...
Am the Lunchador!
- Oh! Oh!
- Take me off the lunch line
or I'll send this picture to the real Board of Education.
- [growling] Fine!
Man, I hate your family!
- Wow. So who gets to keep the championship belt?
- Uh, I do 'cause I helped you and saved your butt.
- What are you talking about? I saved your butt.
- No, I want this. - Gimme it.