- Okay, Thunder fam.
Everybody get excited because we are all going to--
- Even better.
We're going shoe shopping!
- Oh, you guys are gonna have to go
without me and Phoebe.
We have superhero training in the house today.
- Training in the hiz-house.
Yeah. I won't do that again.
- I thought you guys already finished
this week's training.
- Yes, but we have bonus training.
- Yeah, this one's an elective extra credit session
where I get to learn how to-- - Ugh, we got it, super nerd.
- Oh, I have training, too.
Band training.
Working on a new song called Later Losers!
You'll hear it later...losers.
- Okay. Well, everybody who's not training head to the car.
- I'm buying some shoes-oos.
- And that's how you do it.
- Now, Phoebe.
Today's bonus training requires focus and hard work...
which is why we're at the movies instead.
- I can movie hiz-house--
And, technically, we're still training.
A time to field test your food tossing abilities.
- Direct hit.
- Shh!
- We're training here! - We're training here!
- *
- * 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 *
- When I heard they were making a movie out of a board game,
I had my doubts.
But those hippos sure were hungry.
- And the best part is,
Mom will never know we left the house.
Unless she sees we've been robbed.
Please tell me you moved all the furniture.
- Do you really think I would do housework
unless I was forced?
- No. How are we gonna fix this before Mom gets home?
- That's the next part of your training, Phoebe.
You're gonna figure out how to fix this
before Mom gets home.
And...go.
- Whoa.
- Why does it look the old west puked on Splatburger?
- Yippee-ki-yay, Thunder-dorks.
Are you here for the contest?
- For least likely to pull off the cowboy look?
'Cause, you already won.
- No, Barbara.
I'm having a contest to promote my new Southwest burger.
Whoever keeps their hand on a cactus the longest wins.
- You'd have to be a real sad sack to sign up for that.
- The winner stars in a Splatburger commercial.
- ALL: We're in.
- Good. This might be your family's only shot
at being in a commercial.
They don't usually let ugly people on TV.
- She's right, guys.
This is once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
for ugos like us.
- But Wong only said the last person standing
is the winner.
- Well, that's okay.
We're a family.
If one of us wins, we all win.
- Attention.
We're starting, you pathetic fame seekers.
Put your hands on a cactus.
Don't worry, I had the needles removed.
- Ow!
- Oh! Guess I missed a few!
You're out, pigtails.
- I can't believe they took the couch.
I spent years carving out the perfect butt groove.
- Oh. I wonder if
the Thunder monitor saw anything.
What about the pizza that was inside that box?
This is the worst day of my life.
It's gonna get a lot worse when mom finds out
we lied to her about training and let someone steal
all of our insanely bright colored furniture.
- Son, we were robbed.
And, yes, they took the pizza.
Animals!
- But that's impossible.
You guys were home training all day.
- Yes. Because that was not a lie.
- Why does it smell like movie popcorn?
- T-t-t-that's not popcorn.
That's dad's cologne.
- It's a butter-based European scent.
Labouteire.
- Stop it, I saw you two at the movies!
- Fine, Max. You busted us.
But we've got a bigger problem.
We've gotta find the thief that stole our stuff.
- You're looking at him.
You don't want Mom to bust you,
but for you to get your furniture back,
you have to become my personal assistants.
- He's got us, Phoebe.
- All right.
Well, hey, at least he's not making us wear weird outfits.
- Oh, you have a run in your pantyhose.
- I'm not wearing pantyhose.
- Silence, servants!
Phoebe you're my butler, so make my bed.
Chop, chop!
Move your butt...ler!
- And how about some fresh paper, Chantel?
That's my new name for you.
Ah-ah, I want it shredded... like your dignity.
- Mommy, I'm hungry.
- Okay, well you can eat, honey.
We just can't let go of this cactus.
So just press the buttons and order for yourself.
- So much power.
- Okay, everyone.
Raise your hand if you're having fun.
You dummies are out!
- Mrs. Wong just eliminated most of our competition.
We're in the final four.
- All we have to do is outlast that guy.
- I am not just any guy.
I am professional commercial actor Raul.
- That is my cousin.
I pay him to follow me everywhere.
His name is Gustavo.
- That is Gustavo's cousin.
We are a very talented family.
- Ready to win the contest, Raul?
Any one of us could win the contest.
- Fat chance, Barbara.
Raul's going to win.
He's been training for months for this.
- My calves are like the trunk of the mighty redwood
that peppers the Cali coast.
- Ah.
- You may have rigged the contest
with a guy whose calves can crack a walnut.
- Gracias, chiquita.
- But the Thundermans will not go down without a fight.
- Fine. Waste your time.
But Raoul will be the last man standing,
because he's a certified beefcake.
- It's true.
- This is gonna be hard, guys.
I'm a beefcake, but I'm not certified.
- Great job, ponies. Break!
Silence!
- We didn't say anything.
- You're breathing too loud.
- Okay. Look, Max.
We played all your stupid little games,
now just tell us where you put all our stuff.
- I can't believe that two of the best superheroes
in the world couldn't find
their own furniture under their noses...
in the garage.
- It's empty!
- "It's empty."
It's empty!
Guys, our stuff is really stolen.
Animals!
- Max!
Where is all our furniture?
- Uh, it's right there.
- I'll get him.
Thunderman, away!
- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
Now where was that hustle when I was on the rickshaw?
- Okay, somebody else must have known
the stuff was here.
Did anyone help you move it into the garage?
- Yeah, but it was someone I trust.
My buddy Chainsaw.
- You mean Chainsaw the seven-foot thief
who stole our microwave?
- No, trust me. It wasn't him.
He's given up his life of crime.
He just opened a coffee shop called Game Of Scones.
- Guys... your mom will be home soon.
We gotta go down there and see if Chainsaw has our stuff.
- Fine. To the rickshaw!
No?
I miss having servants.
- RABBIT: I'll serve you!
- Not looking like that you won't.
- Oh. But it's okay when your dad wears it.
- Come on.
- Wait, take me with you!
Humans!
- Senorita Wong,
this massage feels like a thousand butterflies
dancing on the perfectly sculpted back of Raoul.
- It's not fair.
Mrs. Wong is playing dirty.
We need to play dirty too.
- Nora.
Two Wongs don't make a right.
Yeah I said it.
The Thundermans always play by the rules.
- What are you looking at, mom jeans?
- Okay. Now it's on like donkey wong.
Yeah, I said that too!
- My back! My beautiful back!
- He took his hand off!
- You ruined my commercial, you handsome idiot.
- Aye! No need to shove!
Gustavo and Gustavo's cousin will play me out.
- We did it!
Okay, you guys can take your hands off
and let me win now.
This uncertified beefcake is gonna win.
- Yeah, right. That commercial is mine.
That's right.
The bow came off.
Be afraid, people.
- But I have to win.
I'm the only one with any acting experience
thanks to my hit Electriss medical drama
Super Strong Medicine.
- We're losing him, doctor!
- Not on my watch!
Dr. Electriss will fix this.
Clear!
- Urgh.
- Now that's some super strong medicine.
- I guess we have a three-way stand-off.
- Mom, you should go check on Chloe like a good parent.
- Nice try.
Chloe, honey, are you okay?
- Never better, baby.
- Look! It's all our stuff.
- Okay, hold on.
Maybe Chainsaw just has
the same taste in furniture as us.
- MONITOR: Alert. Alert.
Today's special is a half café, no whip macchiato.
- Okay, I see it now.
- That must be Chainsaw.
I'll handle this.
- Listen, Bub, you can't just--
Ooh, are those cran
- Chainsaw, give us back the stuff you stole.
- I didn't steal nothing.
- Our family portrait is on the wall!
- You told me you were getting rid of this stuff
for a garage sale.
- But you still took it all without paying.
- I slipped a green envelope full of fat cash
through your basement window.
- RABBIT: I want it shredded, like your dignity.
- I'll shred you.
- That's the stuff. Yeah.
- Yeah, that money's gone.
- Then the furniture stays.
- Hey!
That's my wedding china!
- Oops.
- This is all your fault.
You just had to mess with me and dad, didn't you?
- I should have done it sooner.
I've seen you guys use bonus training as an excuse
to ride bikes, play mini golf and scuba dive.
- Wait a second.
Have you been following us everywhere?
No.
I just happen to be at all those places
and the basketball game where you guys hit
the neigh-neigh on the jumbo trunk.
- You have been following us.
Wait.
Are you jealous that I've been spending so much time with Dad?
Aww, you miss your daddy.
Like I'd even hit the whip and neigh-neigh
with that goober.
- Get your boney hipster heinys out of my butt groove.
- Hey!
Seating tight in here.
If you wanted somewhere to sit,
you should have bought a bigger couch.
- Whoo.
- Hold on. I think I just thought of a way out of this.
Yo, Chainsaw!
I see you're pressed for space.
Why don't we have ourselves a little contest.
If we win, we get all of our furniture back
and if you win-- - You get our house.
- I was gonna volunteer
to have Dad take down a few walls.
- Oh, I like her idea better.
- Too late.
I want your house.
- The only way I'll agree to this
is if we get to pick the challenge.
Bare knuckle boxing?
Knife fight?
- Or...something a little less prison-y.
Uh, like, food tossing.
- Fools.
Food toss is the number-one prison game.
My daughter and I play it every day.
Yo, Hacksaw!
Hit me!
- Should have gone knife fight.
- Wow.
You guys have been at this for a long time.
Betcha have to go to the bathroom.
- Nope.
My second super power is bladder control.
I haven't peed since February.
- I'm surprised you don't have to go, Mom.
You've had a lot of water.
- No, I haven't.
- Oh, well, you're about to.
- Oh! You'll pay for that.
Actually, let me pay all--
- --charges.
- I never noticed how different your hair looks without a bow.
- What in the name of casual dining have you done?
- I couldn't decide.
- ALL: Chloe!
- We were so worried about winning the contest,
we left Chloe all alone.
- Thundermans, clean up this mess,
we have a commercial to shoot!
- Yeah.
You all let go at the same time, so you losers win.
- Thank you!
But what are we gonna do with all this food?
- Fear not, chiquita.
- I am as hungry as I am handsome.
- Okay. You and I are gonna save our house.
Practice toss.
- Ow.
Sorry, got distracted by Max.
- Phoebe, whatever Max is doing won't matter
if we're living in a van down by the river.
- It's just, he won't admit it, but I think Max is bummed
that you guys don't hang out as much as we do.
We hang out.
I mean just last week we...oh.
Well, there was the time where--oh.
We just neigh-neighed at the basketball game.
- That was us.
- Oh. We really don't hang out.
How did this happen?
He probably thinks I'm a goober.
No.
- Ah, I know what you're trying to tell me.
Max.
Phoebe's out. You're in.
That's not what I meant.
You guys really need to let me finish my thoughts.
- You want me to do this with you?
- Of course!
I love eating, you love throwing things at me.
We're the dream team.
- All right, food toss.
Street rules.
You make a shot, the other team has to match it.
Crybabies go first.
- Oh, no fair. We wanna go first!
Oh, we're the crybabies.
All right.
Okay, Max.
- See if you can handle this hook shot.
- In your face!
That is to say, you're up. I'm sorry.
- Enough of the baby stuff.
Next shot, over the shoulder backwards.
- Okay, here it comes, dad.
- You got lucky.
When we win, I'm turning your bedroom
into a lair where I can do all my evil stuff.
It'll be easier than you think.
- Uh, guys.
I can't be the protector of Hiddenville,
if I don't live in Hiddenville.
- This is a bad idea.
You should be doing this with Phoebe.
You guys are better at this.
- No, son.
This is you and me.
I mean, what are they?
A father/daughter team?
We're a father/son team.
That's way better!
- I'm just gonna assume that's the scones talking.
- This is our time.
You pick the shot, I will have your back.
- Okay, Dad.
Let's go whip their neigh-neighs!
- Should have just gone shoe shopping.
- Ooh! What about your couch butt groove?
You've worn out all the springs except one.
- Milton, the most stubborn spring of them all.
Great idea, Max.
- Guess I should start saying goodbye to all our stuff.
Goodbye, chairs.
Goodbye, penguin butler.
- Okay. We call the shot.
Off my dad's butt groove.
Nothing but .
- Done. We'll even go first.
I've gotta get home and feed my bats.
- Come on, Hacks.
You're a disgrace to the Saw family name.
- Don't blame me.
The old man's butt crushed that cushion's soul.
- Not all of it.
Aim for Milton.
- *
Now you have no place to sit.
- That's my boy!
All right, guys. Let's go home.
- Oh right, the furniture.
- Yeah.
- Mom! The Splatburger commercial is coming on.
Come on.
- Why does the couch smell like coffee?
- Oh, shh, it's starting!
Yee-ha!
How good is Splatburger's new Southwest burger?
Well, just ask these little piggies.
- I can't believe it.
- I know.
We're famous!
- *