- Okay, Thunder fam.
Everybody get excited because we are all going to--
- Japan? - Spain?
- Narnia?
- 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.
- Max, where are you going?
- 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! [laughs]
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.
- "Thanks for the TV"?
What about the pizza that was inside that box?
This is the worst day of my life.
- Yeah? 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.
- Whoa. Where's all our stuff?
- 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.
- [sniffing]
- 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.
- I can get anything I want?
- [tablet bleeping]
- So much power.
- Okay, everyone.
Raise your hand if you're having fun.
[laughing] 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.
- [guitar playing]
- Did you guys hear that guitar?
- That is my cousin.
I pay him to follow me everywhere.
His name is Gustavo.
- [guitar playing]
- That is Gustavo's cousin.
We are a very talented family.
- [guitar playing]
- Ready to win the contest, Raul?
- What do you mean?
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. - [guitar plays]
- 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.
- [guitar playing]
- 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.
- [guitar playing]
- 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?
- [laughing]
- Okay. Now it's on like donkey wong.
Yeah, I said that too!
- [static zapping]
- 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.
- [guitar playing]
- We did it!
Okay, you guys can take your hands off
and let me win now.
- Let you win?
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!
- [static zapping] - Urgh.
- Now that's some super strong medicine.
- [applause]
- 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.
- [tablet bleeping]
- Look! It's all our stuff.
- Okay, hold on.
Maybe Chainsaw just has
the same taste in furniture as us.
- [monitor bleeping] - 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-orange scones?
- 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.
- Did you say green envelope?
- 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!
- [plate breaks] - 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?
- What? 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.
- Miss my 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.
- HANK: Huh?
- 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.
- What are you thinking?
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.
- [lasers zapping] - [water splashing]
- Oh! You'll pay for that.
Actually, let me pay all--
- [static zapping] - --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!
- We? - Yeah.
You all let go at the same time, so you losers win.
- [laughing] - Thank you!
But what are we gonna do with all this food?
- Fear not, chiquita.
- [guitar playing]
- I am as hungry as I am handsome.
- [guitar playing]
- 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.
- What? 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.
- You?
No.
- Ah, I know what you're trying to tell me.
Max.
Phoebe's out. You're in.
- What? 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.
- [applause]
- In your face!
That is to say, you're up. I'm sorry.
- [applause]
- Enough of the baby stuff.
Next shot, over the shoulder backwards.
- [applause]
- Okay, here it comes, dad.
- [applause]
- You got lucky.
When we win, I'm turning your bedroom
into a lair where I can do all my evil stuff.
- Yeah?
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 [unintelligible].
- 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.
- *
- [cheering]
- Why are you people cheering?
Now you have no place to sit.
- That's my boy!
All right, guys. Let's go home.
- And sit on?
- 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!
- MRS. WONG: [on telly] Yee-ha!
How good is Splatburger's new Southwest burger?
Well, just ask these little piggies.
- [pigs snorting]
- I can't believe it.
- I know.
We're famous!
- *