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- PHOEBE & MAX: Shhhh!
- Quiet. The whole world's gonna know I missed curfew.
It's gonna be your fault. - I missed curfew, too.
I was out trying to find a club that would let my band play.
- Oh, well, I missed curfew-- - Don't care!
- Ow.
Go check if the coast is clear.
- Mom is right on the other side of that door
with her "waiting up" blanket.
We're in so much trouble.
Why are a couple of supes sneakin' around anyway?
We should just man up, go in there,
and tell Mom what we think of her "curfew."
- You're right. We should handle this like mature adults.
Okay, Mom, I know we're late, but--
- Well...
- Phoebe, you're over an hour late.
Do you know how worried your father and I were?
- HANK: Oh, television...
I don't have a care in the world when you're on.
- Do you know how worried I was?
We shall not.
Mom, here's the thing--
I'm not a little kid anymore.
Heck, I'm the protector of Hiddenville.
If something went wrong, I would call myself.
- I know you think you can take care of yourself,
but I am still responsible for you.
Do you understand? - Not even a little bit.
So, I guess we'll agree to disagree.
- How about we agree to ground you for a week?
- Well, that escalated quickly.
Seriously
- Yeah. Why don't you call yourself and get outta that?
- Come on, Mom!
- Would you guys please keep it down?
I'm trying to sleep.
- Sorry, sweetie.
Phoebe, you're double-grounded for waking your brother up.
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* 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 *
There's nothing on.
Oh, Dad, do you need anything from the store?
I can go get it.
- Shhhh! I can't be seen talking to you.
You're gonna get me grounded. - Dad!
- Sorry, honey, but the only way you're gettin' outta here
is on a superhero mission.
Just, uh, watch some TV.
TV's boring.
Now you're bad
You deserve being grounded.
All I need's a mission, huh?
Thunder Monitor, emergency call to President Kickbutt.
- COMPUTER VOICE: Calling Super President Kickbutt.
- Phoebe, this had better be important.
I'm having quiet time at home.
- Simone, turn that song off, please!
- Uh, I was wondering if you had a mission for me?
- Phoebe, this is my one day off a month.
I just want some peace and--
- Simone!
- Oh, look, a mission just came across the wire.
The Hero League wants you to
take Simone off my hands for the evening.
- Oh, uh, that sounds--
- Good. I'm sending her to you right now.
- Oh, hey, Phoebe!
Mom, you can't keep doing that!
- You're Phoebe's mission now.
Super President Kickbutt... out...
- I hope your parents are cooler than mine.
- They are not--which is why we are leaving.
- Oh, hey, Simone. What are you doing here?
- She's my "mission."
Super President Kickbutt wanted me to take her out.
It sounded very serious-- there were beeps.
Okay, well, you can go on your little mission,
but if you don't make curfew tonight,
you're gonna be triple-grounded.
Those are Max numbers.
- Enjoy your mission.
You're on "Mom Time" now.
- Totally useless.
Now wait here, I'm gonna go put on
this really cute outfit she bought me yesterday.
- Hi, Max.
- Well, well, well, if it isn't Simone Kickbutt--
--er Cumberbatch.
Guys, this is Simone, a completely normal teenager
whose parents are totally unimportant.
- Any relation to Mike Kickbutter
- No, no relation.
So, what are you doing here?
- She must have heard about our first club gig--
which we booked just in time.
We had a pact that if we didn't
play a club by tonight, we'd break up.
- Speaking of breaking up, Max,
is your mom still with that dude?
Not cool, Gideon.
Wolfgang?
- Sure, I'd love to see you guys play.
I've been to Germany.
- Okay, uh, well, I just texted you the address.
- And I am definitely not texting Barb the address.
- You really seem to be enjoying that cocoa.
- Oh, I finished it five minutes ago.
I'm just trying to wait them out.
Okay, you win. What's with the costumes?
- It's not about the costumes.
We're here on business.
- Yeah, it's o-fish-ial business.
- What this clown fish is trying to say
is we want a pet.
- Oh. - Oh, ho, here we go.
You guys have tried this song and dance before.
- Not this one. Hit it, Billy.
- * Buy us a pet
* Be the best guys ever
- * Buy us a pet
* It's meow or never
- * What we're trying to say
- * In our adorable way is
- * Buy us a pet right now
- BOTH:
Nothing?
- I'm sorry, but you guys are just not ready for a pet...
or Broadway.
- That's right. It's a huge responsibility.
- We were afraid you would say that,
and we would like to counter with this...
- Oh, ho, ho, ho. - Oh...
- Must...fight...cuteness.
- All right, listen, why don't you guys
take care of Dr. Colosso for the weekend?
If he says you're responsible pet owners,
then...we'll...get ya a pet.
- NORA, BILLY, CHLOE: Yay!
- Sorry, Barb, but you knew adorable children
were a risk when you married me.
- Simone, I'm telling you, Splatburger is not a club.
It's barely a restaurant.
- That is now a club.
I can't believe Mrs. Wong
would turn her restaurant into a nightclub.
- MAX: She didn't...
I did!
Welcome to Club Splatz.
- Well, since I couldn't find a club
that would let our band play, I opened my own,
and when we rock out tonight,
our band won't have to split up.
- So, you just broke into Splatburger?
How dare you!
I stole the key. - Hm...
- You guys have fun now.
- All right, we should go.
Your mom would not like you partying at an illegal club.
- Yeah, because she worries too much--
just like your mom.
- Tell me about it. I'm triple
I am a superhero, dang it.
- Great! Then we're staying.
Simone, out!
- Wait!
I can't miss curfew, so meet me at the door at 10:00.
- Got it. Now I'm out.
- Okay, just please don't hit me with your--
hair.
"And then the wicked witch
"put the pretty princess to sleep forever and ever...
The End."?
- Ha! I love evil fairytales.
- Enjoy your healthy vegetables, Colosso.
- Well, isn't that lovely.
Huh!
- I don't want that garbage!
I want deep-dish pizza from Chicago.
- Bunny food only.
We have to show mom and dad we're responsible pet owners.
- Fine.
Hank! Barb!
The kids are starving me!
- Okay, if we get you what you want,
will you say we're good pet owners?
- I don't make any promises 'til I see the goods.
- Oh, yeah!
Let's do this!
- How does his little mouth open so wide?
- Uh...
I think I'm a tad bloated.
You're a bunny blimp.
- Guess I can't process cheese like I used to.
Good to know.
- Have any of you guys seen Simone?
She was supposed to meet me by the door,
but I can't find her.
- Did you check Club Splatz's Velvet Members Only VIP Room?
- And that's why you'll never be a member.
- I tried to get in, but that guy won't let me past.
- That's because you're not a very important person.
You're a very... annoying person.
And that group's over there.
- Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
She's with me, Enrico.
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
- Oh, there she is...
- ...throwing a chicken up the garbage chute.
Bye-bye, birdie!
I waited at the door for like 20 minutes.
- Oh, well, I was just having so much fun with this
that I suddenly didn't care that you were waiting.
- Well, we're going. I don't wanna miss curfew.
- You can go. I'm staying.
- I'm not leaving you here mid-mission.
I have to make sure you get home safe.
Oh, real mature.
- BOTH: Nya!
- Okay, you two are outta here.
I'm gettin' complaints--
mostly from me.
But you're killin' the vibe in the VIP Room.
- Okay, it's a kitchen with a garbage hole in the ceiling.
It's time to go, Missy.
Pu-lease.
I'm not going anywhere.
- Ho, ho.
That's what the sign meant.
- SIMONE: What do you think?
- This is awful.
How am I gonna get her back and make curfew?
- You know who you should talk to about this problem?
Anyone but me.
- Wait. You have to help me get Simone back.
- Well, I've gotta go play this gig.
Me and my band can stay together
and become legendary bad boy rockers.
One question-- collar up or down?
- You know, I, uh, sure would hate for Mom to find out
you broke into Splatburger and turned it into a club.
- Pfft, you think telling on me's gonna work?
- Call Mom.
- Stop that!
- Okay, let's make this quick.
Oh, there's a reverse lever.
- Uh, okay, uh, I will pull it with my telekinesis
and when this thing spits Simone out, we'll catch her.
- Yeah.
- Here she comes.
I accept your trade, trash chute.
- COLOSSO:
- Sorry, Colosso,
but we can't let Mom and Dad see you like this,
or we'll never get a pet.
- We have to cover you up until we figure out
how to fix...this.
Ah, relax. Nobody ever comes down here.
- BARB: Kids, we're coming down there.
- Hey, we just came down to check on you guys.
- Yeah, Colosso, how are they doing?
- Don't. He's asleep.
- And as responsible pet owners,
we can't let you disturb his peace and quiet.
- COLOSSO:
- Uh, that was me. My tummy's bubbly.
- Aw, well, come on, sweetie.
Let's fix up your tummy with a little ginger tea.
You owe me.
- How do we fix your tummy, bubble boy?
- We need to force out this gas
by filling me up with more fart fuel.
So we should give you more gas?
I thought my body was confusing.
- Just bring me beans--
and lots of 'em.
- Okay, you kids know the drill.
- SIMONE: Are you guys still there?
- Uh, yeah.
Uh, Phoebe and I are just trying to find
a way to get you out of wherever you are.
Founden Maxen.
- There you are, bro.
What are you doing in here? We've gotta play.
- Yeah, much like my love life, this club is "one night only."
- Dude, your love life is "no night only."
- Look, guys, I just need a second.
In the meantime, do something entertaining until I get there.
- Wolfgang!
Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Huh!
- Hey, someone in your band is talented.
All right, I searched the whole restaurant
and I can't figure out where this garbage chute leads.
- All right, new plan.
You are gonna go up there to get Simone,
and I'm gonna pull you guys out.
- Why don't you go up the chute and I pull you out?
- Because I come with friends--
"Venus" and "Serena"!
Make like that sign and stand on the "X."
- Max, do not...let go... of the cord.
- Don't worry. We won't.
Don't give up, Venus!
Don't...
Whoa!
- PHOEBE: Oh! - MAX: Whoa!
I didn't let go of the cord.
- Hey, guys, do you want some tea?
We had cookies, but Chloe ate them all.
- There's no crumbs on my face.
- What's Colosso doing up here?
- Mom, Dad, we need your help.
Look...
- COLOSSO: No...
...don't look at me.
- We really tried to be good pet owners.
- Honey, I think you failed.
- Oh, this is it, I'm gonna blow!
Oh...oh...oh...
Ahh!
- Take cover!
Whoa! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Ow!
- ALL: Ohhh!!
- Whew!
- All right, nobody light a match for at least an hour.
- Yeah, we don't want a pet anymore.
- There's no door down there.
But I did find another burger.
- Great. We're trapped in here.
- Wait, you losers can give up,
but I'm playing my club gig tonight.
- Well, Simone, I hope you're happy.
I'm gonna be picking pork scraps outta my super heels for a week.
- None of this would have happened
if you had just met me at the door on time.
I was worried sick about you.
- "Kobe," "LeBron," get in the game!
I've gotta get up... just a little higher.
Whew.
- Look, Simone, I know you think you can take care of yourself,
but I'm the one who's responsible for you.
Wait. Where have I heard this before?
- Blah, blah, blah, blabbity, blah, blah,
still responsible for you.
- Oh, that's where I heard it.
- The walls are closing in.
- The room must be a giant trash compactor.
It's gonna smash us into a brick of trash.
- Haven't I been through enough?
And you guys, too.
- We've gotta get up through that hole in the ceiling.
- As my mad hops have already proven--
it's way too high up.
- Not for someone with Kickbutt power.
Simone can superkick us straight up
through the hole in the ceiling.
If we're all tied together, we'll all fly up together.
- I'm in. I love kicking butts.
- Here, Max, tie this cord around yourself.
- Okay.
- Good. Now let Simone kick you in the butt.
No! Why can't she kick you?
- Because it hurts.
- Well, she's not kicking me.
- I'll choose. Eeeny, meeny, miny--
kick butt!
- Why does that cord hate me?
- BOTH:
- We did it!
Oh, and I can't feel my butt.
Wait, now I can.
Ow!
- MAX: Help! I'm being smooshed!
- Oh, no, Max!
- It came from the alley outside.
- MAX: I don't see what's so funny.
Can you see it now?
- Get outta my way.
I'm still doin' my gig.
You can't stop rock 'n roll.
You can squish it into a dirty little cube of trash,
but you can't stop it.
- All right, I can still make curfew,
so, now are you ready to go?
- Yeah.
You shouldn't have brought me
to this illegal club in the first place.
What were you thinking?
Get those box cutters you call elbows over here
and get me outta this thing.
- Whoaaaa!
You're banned from Club Splatz!
- See you later, Simone.
Never again.
- Well, you're home.
No groundings tonight, blankie.
- Mom, I'm really sorry I broke curfew the other night.
I should have respected your wishes
and come home on time.
- Aw, thank you.
So, does that mean you're never gonna break curfew again?
- Well, I wouldn't say that.
But I promise I'll call, if I'm gonna be late.
- Aw, good enough.
- Mom O'Clock.
Max is officially late for curfew.
Do you have any idea where he is?
- As a matter of fact, I do.
- Not sure that counts as playin', bro.
- It counts. The band stays together.
I see you came alone.
- I'm grounding your lead singer for a long time.
- Keep playin', guys.
You can't ground rock 'n roll.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
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