- Max, we need your help!
- We borrowed mom's tablet and brought it to school
without asking and the teacher took it.
- Sounds like you'll be in trouble if your mom finds out.
Barb!!
- This is serious, Colosso-- we're supposed to take care of
Blobbin's bulldog Doggin tomorrow.
- And if mom finds out the school has her tablet,
we'll never get to dog sit.
So, what do we do, Max?
- I'm gonna be honest with you guys--
I wasn't listening.
- Focus. There's dog time on the line.
- All right, but first let me finish my science experiment.
We know what the Animalizer
does to humans, but what, pray tell,
does it do to wild animals?
- Okay, yeah! Our problem can wait.
- Prepare yourselves as I pick up where Mother Nature left off.
- Science!
- NORA: Whoa! - BILLY: Cool!
He looks crazy.
- Unh, only aggressive around trash.
- So, unless you're carrying a big bag of garbage,
you're totally safe.
Uh-oh!
- Gimme that trash!
- Rudest garbage man ever.
- Change it back, Max.
- I will--
after it attacks.
- NORA & BILLY: Max!
- Nope, that was science!
- *
* 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 did you even get the Animalizer?
I thought dad installed a new security system.
- Yeah, the facial recognition isn't very sophisticated.
- FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Welcome back, Hank.
Lookin' good!
- Max, how are we gonna get mom's tablet back?
- Lucky for you two, I have a plan.
- Let me guess. Your plan involves stealing?
- It does not involve stealing.
It is stealing!
All right, everyone grab a ski mask.
- No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
These children are not committing a felony.
Just give your teacher a basket of cookies and apologize.
She'll see how mature you're acting
and give it back to you willingly.
- Your plan is boring.
Mine has ski masks!
- We're going with Phoebe's plan.
- Yeah, you peaked at raccoon, man.
- *
- CHLOE: And I can do this.
- HANK: Oh! - BARB: Oh!
Looks like we have a little gymnast on our hands.
- Oh, either that or she's doing the pee-pee dance.
- I wanna do gymnastics.
- Oh, ho, ho, how can we say no to that face?
Of course, you can do gymnastics.
- Yay!
- BARB: Oh.
- A little gymnastics class, huh?
Are you sure you guys are ready for that?
- We'll be fine, Phoebe.
- I'm just saying--I remember quite a few Saturdays
that turned into the Hank and Barb Show.
- Hank, talk to your daughter.
- Don't worry, I will keep an eye on your mom.
- And who's gonna keep an eye on you?
And who's gonna keep an eye on you?
- *
- BLOBBIN: Hi-ya! Hi-ya! Hi-ya!
Oh!
Sorry, Cousin Blobbin.
I thought you were a raccoon man.
- I get that a lot.
Oh, Doggin!
- Aw, she's so cute.
- Just like her daddy.
She's me!
- Bark twice if you need help.
- Be sure Billy and Nora get these care instructions,
and her favorite doggy treats.
I've gotta get back to Blob-Co.
My scientists are culture perfecting text traveling.
Unfortunately it's still a little ticklish.
- NORA & BILLY: Doggin!
- NORA: Hi-ya. You're so cute.
- Oh, hey, how'd it go with you guys' teacher?
- Awful. Your apology idea totally backfired.
- Yeah, the teacher felt the cookies were a bribe.
She's calling mom today.
- That's what ya get for taking advice from Mom Jr.
Am I Mom Jr.? - Yep.
We usually only call you that when you're not around.
- Or when we write it in secret notes.
So true.
- Hey, kids, we're taking Chloe to gymnastics--
because she wants to go.
I can't find it anywhere.
Hasn't seen it either.
- I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere.
Have fun with Doggin. See you guys later.
- It's our teacher!
- I'll get it. - No, it's for me.
- I'm expecting a call about-- - Armpit fungus.
- For Max.
- Touché.
- If we don't answer, she'll call mom's cell.
Yes, she's home. One moment.
- Where are you going with this, Mom Jr.?
- Mom Jr. is no more.
From now on there's only Fun Phoebe--
and she says let the fun begin!
Hey, there, this is Barb, don't ya know?
- Close your eyes. It's like she's here.
- Oh, ya don't say.
I sure would like to get my tablet doohickey back, though.
Oh, no, no, no, that's no bother. You don't have to--
Okie-dokie, see you in a bit.
Great news. Fun Phoebe got your tablet back--
and your teacher's coming over to meet mom.
- Did you say our teacher's coming over?
- I also said... * I got your tablet back
- *
- Well, we haven't done anything all class.
I mean, maybe we should join in
and make her feel more comfortable.
- Yeah. For a minute or two.
For Chloe. - Of course. For Chloe.
- Chloe, how come you aren't jumping around
like you do at home?
- I don't wanna.
- Aw, come on, it'll be fun. Watch.
- Hup! - Hup!
- KIDS: Oooohhh...
- BARB & HANK: Tumblemans!
- ADULTS & KIDS:
- That was fantastic. - HANK: Oh.
- Do you think you could do a little more for everyone
to get the kids into it?
- I'm sorry, Coach Gibbons,
but we're not really dressed for that.
- BARB & HANK: Now we are!
- How can you even play with Doggin at a time like this?
- 'Cause this is the last dog we'll ever see.
By the time we're done being grounded,
cats will have won the war.
- Nobody's getting grounded, okay?
We're gonna use the Animalizer on Doggin
and train her to be mom.
- I like it. Do we need a dad?
There's a possum in the backyard
sittin' around doin' nothin'.
- Max, stop talking crazy.
Now let's turn Doggin into our mom.
There's nothing on the sheet saying we can't.
All right.
What
How'd I get so tall? How'd I get so tall?
This house smells like baloney?
Is there baloney?
- Let's see how well these treats work.
- Oh, my treats! My treats! My treats!
- Doggin, sit.
I love sitting. Look! Look! I'm sitting. I'm sitting.
Yum! That's the stuff. That's the stuff.
- Doggin, shake hands.
I know how to do that.
Wow, fingers are fun.
- Okay, now say, "My name is Barb
and I want my tablet back, please."
- My name is Barb and I want my tablet back, please.
Did I do good
Did I Did I do good?
- *
- Okay, Doggin, remember what I taught you?
- Yes, I remember.
I'm your mom and Phoebe is a butt.
- MAX: Okay. Good. Good.
- Door! Someone's at the door!
Open the door! Door! Door! Open the door!
Door! Door! Door! Door!
- PHOEBE: Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy.
- Duh-duh-door-door...
- Wait, the face.
- Hi, I'm Max, and you have no idea
how excited I am for you to meet my mom.
- Oh, thank you.
Mrs. Thunderman, it's nice to finally meet you.
Thank you for having me.
- You have a dog, too.
- PHOEBE: Mom. Mom.
Mom!
Why don't we all just sit...down.
- We love sitting on the ground.
Oh, those wacky Thundermans.
- I'm Barb and I want my tablet back.
- Honestly, I felt bad taking it.
But Nora and Billy were warned to put it away,
and I really had no choice.
- Phoebe is a butt.
- Yep, Mom, Phoebe is a butt...
'cause I totally forgot the appetizers.
I'll be right back. - It's okay.
I can't stay long, anyway.
Uh, here is your tablet, Mrs. Thunderman.
- Sorry you have to go.
- Or stay. Mom's got a lot of tricks.
- Bye!
- I can't believe Fun Phoebe pulled it off.
- FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Alert! Alert!
Incoming transmission from Cousin Blobbin.
- Oh, yay, the show isn't over.
- Oh, no. Quick, hide Doggin.
- Doggin, oh, look, yummy meat! Come on. Come on.
- Meat! Meat! I like meat!
- Hey, guys, how's my doggie woggins?
- She's a real lady.
Oh, I see you're having a little snack.
Remember, meat makes Doggin very destructive.
Why isn't that on here?
- Oh, it is. Turn it over.
You see this chewed up brick?
It's all that's left of Blobbin's Steak & Karaoke Bar.
It's also a reminder-- never ever give her meat.
Anyway, glad things are going well.
Bye!
- Okay, nobody panic.
We just have to get that chicken from her.
Billy, super-speed over there and grab the chicken.
Another bad idea, Fun Phoebe.
- All done.
Need...more...
mea-a-a-a-a-t!!
Mea-a-a-a-a-t!!!
- Wow, she's fast.
- Huh, who's having as much fun as I am?
Raise your hand.
- She's not in the neighborhood. We've checked everywhere.
- Max, you have to come help us find Doggin
before Blobbin comes back to pick her up.
This is all your fault, Funbe.
- Uh, or is it the fault of a diabolical genius
seen here disabling dad's security system?
- Okay, you got me.
That's a good picture. Can you send it to me?
- Max, quit joking around. You're gonna help us.
Doggin's never been a human before.
Who knows what she's up to.
- Must...find...
mea-a-a-a-a-t!!!
- I think I found something that might help.
It's a barcode for Doggin's UPS tracker. See?
- Hand it over.
I'll use my expert computer skills to find her.
Thunder monitor, find her.
- Hopefully, she'll come back.
Unless she finds a place where meat just falls from the sky.
- FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Doggin is entering Splatburger.
- Splatburger--where meat just falls from the sky.
- HANK: Hup! - BARB: Hup!
- ADULTS & KIDS:
- BARB: Thank you.
We are "The Tumblemans." - HANK: Hup!
- Mommy, Daddy, I'm ready now.
- Oh, in a minute, sweetie.
I think the kids want more Tumblemans.
- KIDS: Yeah!
- Okay. Get off the mat, sweetie.
I think these nice people are trying to take our picture.
- HANK: Hup! - BARB: Hup!
- Okay. All right, Hank, this is it.
Let's do the Tumblemans' twisty flip 'n throw.
- Oh, that trick's too hard.
We've never even gotten it right.
- Today is our day.
We both knew this was happening when we squeezed
into these tights and hid 'em under our clothes.
- Okay, let's do it!
Hup! - Hup!
- Oh, my clavicle! - Oh, my back!
What is this stuff?
It's delicious!
Oh! Oh! All food should be this!
- MRS. WONG: Stop it!
Keep that ruckus down, you lunatic!
- Bring me more burgers!!
Burger-r-r-r-rs!!
- Well, this isn't in the commercial.
- Hey, do you like bacon burgers?
- That's two meats, ha!
Ah! Get! Get! Get! Get!
Not to worry, customers.
She's the cops' problem now.
Please, go back to stuffing your faces.
Hello, police?
- Oh, no, Cousin Blobbin's gonna come back and find out
that we got his dog arrested.
- Don't worry, Fun Phoebe's got this, don't ya know?
- Stop it. We don't need Fun Phoebe right now,
we need Mom Jr.
- I thought you guys didn't like Mom Jr.
- We never said we didn't like her.
- For the record--I did.
- But at least Mom Jr. looks out for us.
- Aww...
Okay, that settles it.
Mom Jr.'s back and she's got a bonzer of a plan, mate!
I'm done with accents. Come on.
- Here's the thing, Chloe.
Years ago, your father and I went undercover
and joined the circus to catch a villain.
- But we caught more than a villain on that mission.
We caught "Tumble Fever." - Mm-hm.
We also caught a real fever.
That's because clowns don't wash their hands.
Since then, having you kids in these classes,
it's our only chance to get our tumble on.
- We got carried away and forgot the real reason we came here--
for you.
- Yeah. We're sorry.
So, what do you say, hm?
Feel like doing some gymnastics?
- Can I do it with the Tumblemans?
- Oh, sure.
I just wish we had one of those cool costumes for you.
- ADULTS & KIDS:
- A Tumbleman's always prepared.
You'd have remembered that if you hadn't gotten clown fever.
- All right, guys, this is it.
Let's give 'em the Tumblemans' twisty flip 'n throw.
- CHLOE & BARB: Yeah!
- Hup! Hup!
Hup!
- ADULTS & KIDS:
- We are the Tumblemans!
- ADULTS & KIDS:
- *
- Okay, Mom Jr. is gonna try to keep them busy
as long as she can.
The rest is up to you. - Okay, entering stealth mode.
- Starting now.
- Finally!
- The problem is Loco Lucy.
I have her trapped in my office. Come on.
- Uh, Mrs. Wong, I brought you something.
- Oh, I love cookies. But why?
I hate you and your family so much.
- The truth is I feel bad about
what my dog did to your restaurant.
That's a crazy lady in there.
- Uh, no, it's a dog.
The crazy lady might be out here.
Anyway, officers, you should throw the book at me.
All the books. Heavy ones first.
- We don't actually throw books.
You know that, right?
- I keep suggesting it,
but nobody ever takes me seriously.
- Yep.
- Looks like we're doing this just in time.
So, uh, what kinda books are you thinking about throwing?
Paperbacks
Audio books?
- Look at this mess.
- It wasn't me.
- This is hilarious.
- It was me! It was me! I did the entire thing myself!
- Good girl.
When we get home, I'm gonna need you to do this to Phoebe's room.
- Phoebe's a butt. - Yeah. That's it.
Come on. - Give me a boost, Nora.
- You got it. - Let's go.
- BILLY: Whoa!
- Come on, get up. We don't have much time.
Give me the Animalizer.
- Oh! Oh! My toy! My toy! Chase me!
- Get her, Billy!
- Chase me! Chase me!
- MAX: Whoa!
- Come and get it!!!
- So, Officer Batista, if you don't wanna throw books,
what do you wanna throw?
- He likes to throw his attitude around.
- Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Officer Batista has the talking spoon.
- Excuse me. May I have the talking spoon?
- Sure. - Thank you.
What is wrong with you bozos?
Nutball Nancy is tearing my office apart.
If you won't go in there, I will.
- MRS. WONG: Oh!
What is happening?
Why won't this open?
- Huh, the door's locked.
Why are you everywhere?
- My dog!
- Where did that dog come from?
Where's Wacky Wendy?
- The room's clear, Martin.
- But there was a woman, a real woman.
- I'm sorry, ma'am, but we can't arrest dogs.
No, we can't.
- Martin, grow up.
- All right, come on, Doggin.
Let's leave Mrs. Wong to her imaginary friends.
- Huh! I'm not making her up. She's real!
My chicken might be made in a lab in my basement,
but she's real!
- Why are you even out here?
- Hup! - Hup!
- Yay. That was amazing.
Can I have my dog now?
- Well, the kids probably took her for a walk.
You know, they weren't here when we got home.
- I guess that means you have some more time to enjoy--
the Tumblemans!
Hup!
- BLOBBIN: Oh, thank goodness! Doggie woggins.
- Thanks for letting us play with her, Cousin Blobbin.
- No, thank you.
You can't tell, but this is her happy face.
Oh, nope, that's her potty face.
Gotta go.
Oh, no, what have you been eating?
- We're actually getting away with this.
- Whose face is that on our portrait?
- Fun Phoebe did it!
- *