- Snack attack!
Broccoli?
Don't waste my time.
- [monitor bleeping] - MONITOR: Alert, alert.
Incoming transmission from Super President Kickbutt.
- PRESIDENT KICKBUTT: Phoebe, we have a problem.
- I know.
Dad taught Chloe snack attack.
- PRESIDENT KICKBUTT: Not that.
It seems you've missed your power assessment test
when you were in fifth grade
at the secret academy of super power studies?
You know, SASS.
- Wh-what?
That's impossible.
I've never missed a day of school in my life.
- [laughing]
Phoebe, remember that surprise three-day weekend
we had in fifth grade?
- Sure. When they closed the school on Friday
for locker waxing...
And now that I'm hearing it, I realize is not a thing.
- I hacked into SASS mail and sent you a message
saying there was no school,
ruining your stupid perfect attendance.
- Max, how could you?
- With a computer and a dream.
- PRESIDENT KICKBUTT: Phoebe, I'm afraid I have to suspend you
from hero duties until you go back to fifth grade
and pass that test.
- I can't go back to fifth grade.
That's when I had a retainer and my [with lisp] lisp.
Gosh. Just thinking about it brings it back.
- [with lisp] Wish I could be there to see that.
- You will be.
- [with lisp] Say what?
- You missed the test, too.
Pass this one or I'll throw you in Hero League Junior Jail
for hacking into school computers.
Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for my super snack.
- Snack attack!
Now that's a snack, baby.
- * 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 *
- Ah! There's my two little fifth graders.
- You guys have to repeat the fifth grade?
- Join the club.
Seriously, we meet on Thursdays.
- We are not repeating the fifth grade.
We're just going back to Metroburg for a day
to take a test.
- I packed my little kiddies some lunch.
Now does anyone have to tinkle before you go?
- Mom, we're not little kids.
Aww, I got chocolate chip.
- No raisins? Tradesies?
- No tradesies backsies.
- Okay, Thundermans, line up.
As this family's president of important stuff,
it's time for me to assign our weekly chores.
Billy, you are on dishwashing.
- Yes! - [whizzing sound]
- Did you say dishwashing or fishwashing?
I'll just do both.
- Right, Nora, you're up next.
Your chore is weeding the garden.
- What? But that's the fourth time in a row.
- Well doing math and your chores
at the exact same time?
You just earned a presidential seal of approval.
- *
- Whoa! It feels so weird to be back at SASS.
- Yep. This is where the Max legend was born.
- This is where?
I thought it was born in your mind?
- Are you kidding me?
I owned this place.
Watch.
Excuse me, have you ever heard of Max Thunderman?
- No. But I've heard of Phoebe Thunderman.
OMG! You're her!
- That's enough. - Is he your sidekick?
- Scram!
I don't care what she says.
My pranks were legendary.
In fact, I once magnetized this very wall
and stuck this kid named Metalbutt to it.
- That was mean.
- You're right. I am great.
- [siren wailing] - HALL MONITOR: Warning!
You are in violation of school uniform.
- Oh, hall monitor, we don't actually go here. We're just--
- Prepare for clothing enhancement.
- [laser zapping]
- And the legend continues.
- Hey! You get back here!
I'm a boy! I'm Max Thunderman.
- HALL MONITOR: Never heard of you.
- Dad, this is so unfair.
We're supposed to rotate chores.
When was the last time you weeded the garden?
- Now, Nora.
You know your father gets...gardener's calf.
- Sorry, sweetie.
As president of important stuff,
I've already assigned the chores.
My hands are tied.
Yours should be weeding.
- You know, I don't remember anyone electing you president.
- Honey, that's not how we do it in this house.
- Well that's how the country does it.
Are you saying the country is wrong?
- No.
- Then I'd like to run for president.
- Hank, can I talk to you for a sec?
Oh, you need to shut this down.
If there's an election and Nora wins,
she's going to be in charge of assigning chores.
- Barb, relax.
There's no way I'm going to allow an election.
- What's wrong, old man?
Afraid I'll beat you.
- Oh! You got yourself an election.
- And remember, when fighting a villain,
it's make him cower, zap his power and take a shower.
That's right, kid.
Hip to hygiene, yo.
Oh, visitors.
You must be Max and Phoebe.
These kids also missed the test and will be taking it with you.
Names and powers.
- Chester, porcupine powers.
- [spines zapping]
- Rodney, force fields.
- Jocelyn, glow in the dark.
- Keely, control of the weather.
- [thunder rumbles] - [lightning striking]
- [bag hissing] - My lunch!
- Still working on my aim.
- Well, I'm Max Thunderman.
Guessing you already know what my powers are, right?
- Super pointing?
- Go make a rainbow.
- So, erm, a couple of questions.
Do you grade on a curve? Is there a time limit?
What about extra credit?
- I'll give you an extra point right now
if you take your seat and stop talking.
- You're down a point already, Max.
- Hi. So you're not going to ask Chester to the super dance,
are you?
- Gee. He seems very nice, but he's a little too...ten.
- Good. 'Cause I, kind of, have a crush on him,
but he likes Jocelyn.
And she doesn't even like him.
Can you believe that?
- Well, no way.
- Let's get our test on.
Leonard.
- Phoebe, does that assistant look familiar to you?
- Quiet. I'm arranging my test pencils.
- Today's test will be in three parts.
Each team will have to pass two of them to pass fifth grade.
Release the robot.
For this first test,
each team will need to combine the items on the table,
into a weapon to disable the robot before it zaps you.
Jocelyn and Keely, you're up.
And go.
- If I knew fifth grade was this easy,
I would have gone to class more.
We'll be out of here in no time.
- Don't be so sure, Max.
Remember me?
- [metal clanging]
- Metalbutt!
- Max? Is that the same Metalbutt--
- Who your brother stuck to a wall?
The same. - Oh.
- Dude, you're still angry about that?
- [sarcastic laugh] It's dude now?
Not tin tush, or rust rump?
Because that's what you used to call me.
- Tin tush. That's pretty good.
- Not as good as the revenge I'm gonna get on both of you.
- Me? What did I do?
- It's because of what you wrote in my fifth grade yearbook.
Which was nothing!
- Twenty seconds girls.
- ROBOT: Acquiring target.
- [laser zapping]
- [applause]
- Where were we?
Right. I happen to know that if you don't pass today's test,
Phoebe won't be a superhero anymore
and Max goes to junior jail.
And I'm going to make sure that happens.
- You? What can you do?
That guy's in charge.
- [spines zapping]
- Argh! Aah!
Leonard, you're in charge!
- So, do you grade on a curve?
- *
- All right, I'm just gonna call Super President Kickbutt
and tell her that this creepy assistant hates us
and plans to fail us to get his revenge.
- No cellphones during the exam!
I'll just put this right here.
And sit on it.
- [phones crunching]
- You're up, Thunder-germs.
You have exactly one minute to defeat the robot
using only the items in front of you.
- A mop, a roller skate, a clock radio, and some hay?
- The other kids got fuses and power crystals and blast powder.
- Oh, well in that case...go!
- Uh...ah, okay,
what if I walk over to the robot and hit it with the mop?
- Give me that, I've got a better idea.
- ROBOT: 30 seconds to laser annihilation.
Acquiring target.
- Max, hurry up, it's gonna zap up.
- Done!
- A girl robot?
Hey, now you have a date to the super dance.
- [laughing] Pathetic.
- ROBOT: [wolf whistles]
- [romantic music]
- X280 robots can't withstand high frequency,
so I rewired the clock's alarm.
- [clock buzzing]
- [robot exploding]
- No!
- [cheering]
- Very well. You passed test number one.
Now, onto number two.
- Speaking of number two, I've always wondered
with your metal butt, how do you--
- I could tell you, but you'll never un-hear it.
- Please-- - We're good.
- Welcome to the thriller in Hiddenvilla!
- Say what now?
- This is where Nora and Daddy Doofus
try to convince you to vote for them
to be president of important stuff.
- Why do you get to ask the questions?
- Would you rather have Billy?
- Check it out.
I'm that lady on the dollar.
- Carry on.
- Hank, you're old, so you get the first question.
Why would anyone in their right mind
vote for you to be president?
- That is an excellent question.
Let me respond by saying, who wants chocolate?
- [patriotic music playing]
- What's more American than Swiss chocolate?
- Yay, America!
- *
- Moving on.
Nora!
Why should you be president?
- Well, if you vote for me I will listen to you
and give out chores in a fair manner,
because, one day, dad's chocolate fountain will run out
and when it does--
- I'll bring in the carnival!
Come on in, guys!
- [music playing]
- [party blowers hooting]
- Alright, guys, it's time for test number two.
Chester and Rodney, you're up.
- This one's for you, Jocelyn.
- Don't care. Don't like you.
- Did you see that?
Chester's completely crushed out on Jocelyn.
Barely knows I exist.
- Hey, look, Keely.
Do you want some advice from someone
who's had crushes on boys that did not notice her?
- I'd prefer to get advice from a teenager
who isn't repeating fifth grade.
But go ahead.
- Stop worrying so much about being noticed.
You're smart, you're sweet, and you can control the weather.
If Chester has half a brain, he'll notice you.
- You think so?
- Yes.
And if he doesn't, you can make it hail ice balls
on his big, dumb head.
- Thanks.
- Done! - Done!
- [applause]
- Okay, that means it's Max and Phoebe's turn.
Come on up, guys.
And since you're so great and super,
why don't we switch things up a bit to keep it interesting.
- Switch it up all you want.
Nothing can keep us from winning.
- Three, two, one.
- [buzzer beeping] - Ha, ha, you lost.
- Maybe that's because...we're in straitjackets!
- Yeah. This is totally unfair.
- So is needing a screwdriver to go to the bathroom!
You're just making excuses, because everyone else passed.
- We haven't even gone yet.
- I said you passed!
- The voting started, Hank.
Please tell me you have this under control.
- The kids love me.
I'm, for sure, going to get Billy and Chloe's votes.
- How do you spell Nora?
- It's okay. With our two votes, all I really need is Billy's.
- How do you spell Nora?
- Where did I go wrong, Barb?
I gave them chocolate, jugglers, a tap dancing clown.
- [clown tap-dancing]
- You can go home now, Tapsy.
- I guess Nora was right.
The kids want a president who will listen and be fair.
- Well, that hasn't been me at all.
All I've really done is mess things up with my daughter.
Nora, can I talk to you?
- Sure, President Fudge Fountain.
- I owe you an apology.
You were right.
I did not listen to you, and a good president
listens to the people he or she leads.
I'd be proud to call you my president.
Okay, Barb, time to read the votes.
- Oh wait! Don't forget mine.
- Listen, when you win this,
I'll let you eat cake for breakfast
if you don't make me clean the toilets.
Alright, here we go!
One vote for Hank.
- Thank you, sweetie.
- Two votes for Hank.
- Thank you, self.
- One vote for Nora.
Two votes for Nora.
This vote must be Nora's,
I guess we don't have to read it.
- Oh you read it nice and loud.
- Three votes for Hank.
You're father wins!
- The chocolate fountain guy?
He was my second choice!
- Sweetie, after all that you voted for me?
How come?
- You admitted that you should have listened to us more,
and that's all I really wanted.
- Help!
This might have been a mistake.
[gurgling]
- All right, Max, this is it.
If we don't pass this test, I'm no longer a superhero
and you go to jail a lot sooner than everyone expected.
- Okay. For our last test,
you have to cross the room, save the dummy,
and get back all while dodging burning hot lasers.
Ooh, they look lethal.
Let's start with Max and Phoebe.
- Mr. Silver Eagle says students should always
wear protective gear when they use lasers.
- Well, Mr. Silver Eagle isn't here,
so shut your hero hole!
You two! Go!
- [lasers bleeping]
- He cranked it up to extreme!
- Then we need to crank it up to extreme.
- Did you really just say that?
- Yep.
- *
- We have to help them!
- I know!
Maybe I can take out the lasers with the blaster
we used on the robot.
- [alarm ringing]
- What is happening?
Ah! - [metal clanging]
- The blast must have magnetized the logo.
- Hilarious.
Let's grab the dummy and run.
- No, Max. We have to save Leonard.
- What?
That Leonard?
The Leonard that wants you to lose your cape?
The Leonard who wants to send me to junior jail?
The Leonard who-- - Yes, stop describing him.
- But we'll fail.
Fine.
- Get away from me. Don't touch me.
We're mortal enemies.
- We're not mortal enemies, calm down.
Let us save you.
- Trickery!
- We're not tricking you.
Max, I'll buy us some time.
- Look, I'm sorry I called you names at school
and, also today...
and just a second ago under my breath.
But it's just because I was a jerk
and trying to make a name for myself.
So will you let us save you?
Phoebe, the magnetism's too strong.
- We need to neutralize the magnetic field.
Keely!
Use your weather powers to form a rain cloud over Leonard.
- On it.
- Good. Now hit the logo with a lightning bolt.
- What?
- My aim isn't good enough.
I might hit one of you.
- No you won't. I believe in you.
Now do it!
- [lighting striking]
- [lasers zapping]
- [horn blaring]
- [cheering]
- Sorry, looks like you failed.
J-K! That was amaze balls!
Best save ever!
Real sixth grade stuff.
Yeah.
Leonard, I know you're behind this.
I'm bumping you down to the third graders.
- What? No!
They're monsters!
- Let's go, brass booty!
- Keely, you were awesome.
Maybe we can go to the super dance together?
- Erm, maybe, I'll let you know.
Excuse me a sec.
Chester says he wants to go to the super dance with me.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks for believing in me.
- Maybe I'll see you round.
- Hey, Max!
That was so cool!
Will you sign my notebook?
- Uh, sure.
Look at that, Phoebe.
Looks like I will be remembered after all.
- You bet!
The big-hearted hero who saved Leonard,
and loves his sister.
- What?
No, that's--that's not how I want to be remembered.
Get back here, kid.
Stop remembering me!
- *