[rock music playing]
Come on! Whoo!
Get back in there, you stupid thing!
Oh!
Retract!
[groans] Oh, that's it.
There is no plumber that can save you now.
[grunts]
[sighs]
Mrs. Madden...
Are you okay?
I am now.
Are you sure? 'Cause this is the third sprayer hose
you've destroyed this week.
Unless this is how we get a dishwasher.
If so, have at it.
I'm just having trouble suppressing my villain rage lately.
What happened to letting it out by zapping Dad?
You know, that's fun for the whole family.
Yeah, but now he sees it coming,
so he started wearing rubber underwear.
[sighs] Which is why I need another outlet for my anger.
Uh, maybe a hobby would help.
When I get angry, I like to knit. [chuckles]
When I get angry, you don't want me holding giant needles.
Okay, then, something without sharp objects.
Uh... [chuckles] How about salsa dancing?
Uh... you obviously don't know the damage
my mother can cause with a pair of stilettos.
No, I-I think this hobby thing could work.
I just need to find something soon, or I'm gonna blow!
-Hi, Mom! -Leave me alone!
[energy crackling]
Bye, Mom!
[theme music playing]
[energy crackling]
[rock music plays]
Well, if it isn't my two favorite girls!
Wow, Mrs. Madden, you seem less... rage-y.
It's a trap! She ran out of faucets, so she's gonna melt us! Run!
Actually, it's because I found a way to channel my rage.
Pottery class!
Pottery class?
Well, it's official. The suburbs have broken you.
No, it's perfect!
I can pretend I'm choking someone, and end up with a cup!
I even found a two-for-one coupon online so you can come with me, Amy.
Tempting. Except for the pottery part,
and the class part, so... hard pass.
And here I thought my daughter might enjoy
spending some time with her mother.
Amy, you should be supporting your mom.
I do support her! I just support her doing something less boring.
You know like... staring at a wall.
I'll go with you to the pottery class, Mrs. Madden.
I think it sounds like fun.
Oh! Not my first choice,
but I suppose a distant second will do.
Thank you, Hartley. I'd love to have you join me.
Great! Ooh, maybe we can make matching
"spread a little sunshine" saucers!
[nervous chuckle]
Are you sure you don't want to go?
[rock music plays]
Dad, no one's gonna wanna eat lunch with me
if you're hanging around the table.
Oh, please. You've been alone here 25 minutes. No one's coming.
Dad, guess what?
Please say a free chair opened up in the teacher's lounge.
I entered the science fair!
-I'm gonna build a volcano! -A volcano?
What is this, Baby's First Science Kit?
Think we can come up with something better than that.
"We"? No. I wanna do this on my own.
And what's wrong with volcanoes? They're cool!
Well, sure, to throw people into, not build.
Look, any amateur can do that.
But you're the son of the school's most brilliant science teacher.
Sounds like you're afraid Colby's gonna embarrass you.
Sounds like you're right!
Listen. Don't worry,
I've already come up with a surefire way for us to win this thing:
a robot that responds to human emotions.
Built by a father who doesn't.
Come on! If you cry, he'll hug you.
If you're down, he'll tell you a joke.
If you're, uh...
You can't think of any other human emotion, can you?
I'm struggling.
Don't fall for it, Colby.
The only reason he wants to "help" is so he can take over your project,
because that's what he always does.
I've never done that in my life!
During my first villain battle, you put on a strength-boosting exo-suit
and fought the heroes for me.
I've only done that once in my life!
All the superheroes mocked me,
saying I needed my daddy to fight my battles.
Which isn't true! I can fight my own battles like a big boy!
Not wanting whatever that was to happen to me...
I'm gonna build the volcano on my own.
Okay.
But if you come to your senses
and realize you can't win this thing without my help,
I'll be waiting.
Milo! Well, if it isn't the second smartest person in the school.
-You see, I'm-- -The smartest person in the school.
We know. It's on your parking space.
Hello, Colby.
I hear you're entering the science fair.
Don't bother, I got that thing on lock.
Yeah, well, this year, Colby's gonna win.
So, you better call a locksmith.
Please stop being my hype man.
I'm gonna crush you.
What I lack in stature, I make up for in mental ingenuity.
Doesn't sound as cool out loud... but it is!
[chuckles]
Wow, Dad.
You really think I'm gonna win?
Course not. Please let me help you!
[giggling]
There you are. Where have you been?
Oh, sorry. Pottery class.
It's our fourth one this week!
I know! What is wrong with you people?
It's pottery!
It's actually pretty fun.
Hey. Today... we made bowls!
I'm sorry. I was waiting for you to get to the fun part.
It does seem to be solving my rage problem.
I haven't felt the desire to mangle anyone all week.
-[clears throat] -All day.
Sergio says we're his perfect pottery pair!
Sergio?
Our instructor. Very supportive.
His mantra is "one clay at a time."
[giggling]
Okay, hold up one of those bowls, I think I'm gonna puke.
Hey. What's wrong, sweetie?
-What's wrong?! -Yeah.
We had plans, remember?
We were gonna sonic-blast the carousel
and turn it into a not-so-merry-go-round.
[groans] I'm sorry.
I've been having such a great time with Hartley, I guess I forgot.
Hey. You always say she's a "fun killer," but I disagree!
You called me a fun killer?
Oh, please. Like I've never said it to your face.
Okay, Hartley, we should hurry up and eat before we head back to the studio.
As Sergio likes to say,
"Lunch is the most important meal of the clay."
I can't believe she's ditching me to hang out with Hartley.
Well, two can play at that game.
This better be good.
I was feng-shui-ing my she-shed.
And by feng-shui-ing, I mean bathing it in pesticides.
Celia, you're coming to pottery class.
No, I am not.
You can make weapons.
Looks like those cockroaches will live another day.
♪♪
[rock music plays]
Will you calm down? Anywhere can be a parking spot.
Uh, what are you two doing here?
Oh, hey, Hartley!
You know, I'm just making some pottery with my bestie.
"Bestie"? This girl needs a check-up.
I thought you said pottery was boring.
What are you really doing here?
Well, you've been having such a good time with Hartley and not me,
I didn't want to miss out on the fun.
And you got my grandma to come?
It didn't take much convincing.
We've actually gotten very close over the last 40 minutes.
Right, Grandma?
Only two people get to call me Grandma:
Hartley and somebody I'm not at liberty to talk about.
Amy, are you jealous that I'm here with Hartley and not you?
No! I think you're both jealous
because I am here with Celia, and we are gonna put you to shame.
All right, people!
The time has come for our partner project!
Remember, all the world's a lump of clay,
and all the men and women merely potters!
All right, let's make some shelf candy!
Ooh, guys, just so you know, the wheel can be a little tricky.
I got it, Mom!
I've got Celia to help me.
We're a perfect pair. [chuckles]
You know how to work this thing, right?
Does it have a trigger?
-No. -Then I do not.
[rock music plays]
Yes! I think I got it!
Three, two, one...
[gurgling]
Hey. Need my help with your volcano yet?
Nope. Got it all under control.
You don't, but it's cute that you think you do.
How's it going with Mount St. Daddy Issues?
It's not. I can't even get this stupid thing to erupt.
Which means I'm going to lose to Milo and Dad's gonna think I'm a total failure.
Okay, okay, stop begging. I'll help you.
What? No, I--I wanna figure this out myself.
Aw, no need to thank me. I'm a giver.
Okay, who are you having a conversation with?
'Cause it's definitely not me.
I'm just sayin', two brains are better than one.
Not when one of them's yours.
Besides, you're just trying to get even with Dad
for making you look like a chump in front of the superheroes.
Yeah, pretty much.
What's, uh, going on here?
Oh, nothing. Just Colby wanting my help with the volcano.
-What?! -What's the matter? Jealous?
I have no idea what he's talking about.
-I never asked him for-- -Quiet, Colby!
I'm trying to prevent your project from being taken over
by an oblivious egomaniac.
Wow, betrayed by my own blood!
You know, if I wasn't already a supervillain,
this would totally be my origin story.
Scoot, scoot, scoot, scoot.
[rock music plays]
Today, we are creating the pièce de résistance...
of the ceramics world, the vase.
-The what? -The vase.
- The what? -Vase. We're making a vase.
Oh. Well, why is he saying it like that?
You're not better than me!
This vase will serve as inspiration.
It was my grandmother's prize possession
and the one thing she left me in her will.
Far more valuable than the actual cash she left my siblings.
Ten bucks says his grandma's in that thing.
Twenty, and I'll take that action.
All right, time to get those wheels a-spinning.
[exclaiming]
Uh, you sure you don't want to swap partners?
Might be better to work with someone more experienced.
Nope! We're good!
Amy!
Are you sure you're okay with me and Hartley hanging out?
[scoffs] Yes! I have my own person to hang out with now.
Right, Mee-maw?
Granny?
Bubby?
You can try it a hundred different ways, it's still not happening.
[rock music plays]
-[sputtering] -Ow!
Jake, we're running out of time!
You should've let me do this on my own
-instead of taking over. -I don't see you helping.
Yeah, because every time I tried, you were like, "Colby, get away.
Your tiny baby hands go against everything science stands for!"
Well, they do.
Well, lookie here. You made a volcano.
Or should I say, you made a vol-ca-don't?
[laughs]
Good one, Milo!
"Vol-ca-don't?"
Seriously? I mean, "vol-ca-nope" was right there.
Either way, it's never gonna win.
Not when it has to go against my robot
that responds to human emotions.
I think you mean our robot.
-Dad? -How great is this thing?
He's like the dog I never had.
[Emototron] Emoting happiness.
Aww. Okay, enough with the emoting.
I don't get it, Milo.
If you always have the science fair on "lock,"
then why'd you ask my dad for help?
I didn't. He begged me to let him help.
Guess he wanted a piece of the "Milo Magic."
And you just said yes?
Of course not!
But then he offered me free access to the teachers' lounge.
And I'm not turning down VIP status like that.
They have cashew milk.
Come on, Emototron.
Let's go give the judges some razzle-dazzle.
You know, I-I can't believe you'd betray me like this.
You mean like how you betrayed me by going to Jake for help?
You should've stuck with me. But the Dad train has left the station.
And you're the little engine that couldn't.
Greetings, esteemed judges, meet Emototron,
a robot that responds to human emotion.
Go ahead, wave to it.
[Emototron] Emoting friendliness.
If you're happy, Emototron is happy.
-Who wants a hug? -I'll take a hug.
Okay, that's longer than I needed.
Uh, just part of the demo.
[[chuckles] You know what they say about hugs...
That they're a sign of weakness?
[grunts]
He's not letting go.
[grunting continues]
Bad, Emototron, bad!
Don't pull him!
Emototron doesn't like being manhandled!
[Emototron] Emoting anger.
What?
[crowd gasps]
Emototron, stop!
You think you're tougher than me?
[shrieks]
[whimpers]
Don't worry! It will all be worth it once you taste that cashew milk!
[whimpers]
[rock music plays]
I sense your conversation with the clay is not going well.
Yeah well, art is in the eye of the beholder.
Looks like there's also some clay in the eye of the beholder.
Keep bugging us, and you'll "be holding" your eye.
[sharp gasp]
¡Que bonito!
Another masterpiece from our perfect pair!
Yeah, but we all know nothing beautiful lasts forever!
[gasps] No!
Amy!
Don't worry, I think we can save it.
We can't let them finish before we do.
I don't know what your beef is, but I'm always ready for a throwdown!
[Amy] Let's crank this baby up.
Amy, I don't think that's a good idea.
Finally! Weapons!
Fire in the hole!
[yelping]
[rock music plays]
-Woo-hoo! -[laughter]
[Celia] Been a long time since I've had a clay fight!
Yeah! Who's the perfect pair now?
[gasps] Hartley!
Ahh! You gotta shut the thing off.
-Why me?! -Um...
You're young. You'll heal faster.
Ow! Ow!
[jaunty music]
[suspenseful music]
Nana!
Told you she was in there. Pay up.
Double or nothing, Grandpa's in that vase over there.
What were you thinking, Amy?
Yeah, you ruined the class.
Then maybe I should just leave.
There wasn't space for me here anyway.
I guess three's a crowd in a perfect pair.
Amy, wait!
[rock music plays]
Help! I'm too young and smart
and handsome and charming to die!
Could use some muscle, Jake.
Oh, look who needs me to fight their battle.
Okay, playtime's over, big guy.
[grunts]
[groans]
[grunts]
Why does an emotion robot need that kind of destructive power?
Because I repurposed one of my old destruction bots.
What? I had to do something for me!
[grunts]
[groans]
Colby, buddy, any chance you could give me a hand?
'Cause it's pretty clear Dad's not gonna do anything.
[grunts]
Just need one more second.
Oh, by all means, take your time.
Got it! Okay! Send him my way!
[grunts]
[Emototron] I am Emototron...
[distorted sounds]
[powering down] I am Emototron...
-Yes! -No!
My robot!
His. His robot.
So much for the "Milo Magic."
Come on, Emototron.
Let's hit the showers.
You know, Colby, none of this would've happened
if you had just accepted my help.
-I told you, I didn't want your help. -Yeah, he wanted mine!
No, I didn't want anyone's help!
I entered the science fair because I always wanted to be like Dad.
And I wanted to prove that I could follow in your footsteps.
Wow, I had no idea.
Doesn't matter anyways, 'cause...
it's obvious I don't know what I'm doing.
Well, who fixed the volcano? You did!
Actually, the internet did.
I just watched a video on my phone, and it told me what to do.
Okay, well, who knew how to look up that video? You did!
It's pretty clear science isn't my thing.
I'm sorry I let you down, Dad.
You didn't let me down! Colby...
if you're not good at science,
it just means you're destined to be better at something else.
After all, you're the, uh...
"Chosen One."
Wow, your forehead vein didn't pop out when you said that.
That's progress.
I'm sorry, too, Colby.
I was so busy trying to show Dad up, I didn't realize I was doing
the exact same thing to you that he did to me.
Look, I only take over because I don't want you to fail.
I guess I should let you learn from your mistakes.
But I'll always be proud of you no matter what.
Thanks, Dad.
Unless you really embarrass me,
and then I'll just tell people you're not my sons.
[rock music plays]
Hm. Hope you didn't leave
your precious pottery class on my account.
Well, that and Sergio threw us out
after Celia scattered his grandpa.
Oh, by the way, she said you owe her 40 bucks.
Look, Amy, it's obvious Hartley and I doing pottery class bothers you.
No.
if pottery makes you happy, for whatever...
strange reason that might be, I shouldn't stand in your way.
Actually, I'm fine taking a break.
After being pelted with balls of clay,
I'm gonna go home and ice my many, many welts.
-[door closes] -[groans] Amy,
why didn't you just admit you were feeling jealous?
We're villains. We don't talk about our feelings.
Well, maybe it's okay to once in a while.
I mean, if I hadn't been open about my rage,
I never would have found a hobby.
I guess when I saw how much fun you and Hartley were having,
I felt left out.
But I invited you first.
I know. I guess I just couldn't get past
my deep-seated hatred for all things pottery.
Okay, well, just so we're clear,
I didn't do that class because I love making pottery.
-You didn't? -No!
The whole point was to find an outlet for my villain rage.
And that's exactly what I did!
[both shouting]
[cackling]
Feels good, doesn't it?
It feels great!
And now I get my quality time with my daughter.
-Mom! -Ooh!
That was one of Dad's inventions.
Well...
everything's fair game when I have a hammer in my hand.
[shouting]
[rock music plays]
So, I sacrificed my science fair winning streak
just so you could use me as a pawn against your sons?
That's why I like talking to you, smart kid.
You know what pawns are.
Well, you've underestimated me at your peril.
I was able to fix your robot--
or should I say, my robot--
and now it works better than ever!
Uh-oh.
Don't worry. He just wants a hug!
[Emototron] Emoting vengeance.
Ahhhh!
-Nope. -[Vic yelps]
He's crushin' him.
[rock music plays]
[theme music playing]