Thunder Force

In March of 1983,

a massive pulse of interstellar cosmic rays

struck the earth and its population.

These cosmic rays triggered a genetic transformation in a select few…

Unleashing unimaginable superpowers.

Unfortunately, these superpowers were only unlocked in rare individuals,

who were genetically predisposed to be sociopaths.

These new superhumans came to be known…

As Miscreants.

What is that?

Oh, no!

My parents were among those caught in the crossfire.

I vowed that day to make it my life's mission to stop the Miscreants.

Everything we go over today

will be on the test tomorrow. Okay?

Lydia, wake up.

There she is.

Uh, sorry, Mr. Emerson.

Who can tell me what subject-verb agreement means?

Emily, only been in school for one week, hand's always up.

Let's give someone else a chance.

Anyone? How about Lydia? Sleeping Beauty back there.

- Is the answer 11? - Incredibly incorrect.

No. Anyone else?

Emily, take it away.

Subject-verb agreement means that both the subject and verb must agree in number.

This means both need to be singular or both need to be plural.

Right again, great.

You suck.

Wayne, Wayne, I heard it, pal.

We don't do that. We don't take that kind of guff. Detention.

- Mr. Emerson, quick question. - Yeah?

So, I can't say, "Wayne is a stupid bags of crap,"

I have to say, "Wayne is a stupid bag of crap"?

Shut up, Lydia.

Grammatically nailed it, but that's detention.

Worth it.

Verbs and nouns agreeing.

Stop it.

No. It's not fair your parents got iced by some Miscreants

and we're stuck with you.

You think you're so smart. Always showing off in class.

Say you're a dork and I'll leave you alone.

- Say it. - Say it, nerd!

I'm not a nerd. I'm smart. There's a difference.

Wayne, got shit in your ears? She didn't wanna say it.

She's gonna. Don't think I won't hit a girl, Lydia.

- - Don't think a girl won't hit you, Wayne.

Now, get in that dumpster.

- What? Why? - 'Cause that's where the garbage goes.

No way!

Do it, dipshit!

Okay.

Anyone else want in?

Yeah, you're alright.

- Um, wanna go to the swings? - Okay.

I'm sorry about your parents.

If I had superpowers, I'd beat the crap out of whoever did it to them.

Thanks.

How cool would it be, though, to be, like, a super person?

More like a hero, I guess,

but I think I'd be a pretty kick-ass superhero.

My parents were working on a way to turn regular people into superheroes.

They were geneticists.

Wait, both of them were lady part doctors?

No, that's a gynecologist.

Geneticists are scientists who work on genes,

including mutated ones.

Oh.

Yeah, I knew that.

I'm testing you.

It would've been cool if they could've turned people to superheroes.

I mean, someone's gotta fight against those Miscreants.

I'm gonna do that someday.

- Do you wanna hang out after school? - Sure.

- What do you like to do? - Read.

Oh. You weren't kidding. Okay.

- Hey! - Hey.

I made us friendship bracelets. Now we're officially friends.

Bet your ass we are.

Emily, would you like to say grace?

Emily?

Emily Rose Stanton!

- I'm… I'm sorry, what? - What are you reading about anyway?

Weak nuclear force.

- I'll say grace. - Thank you, Lydia.

Uh, okay. Uh…

Thanks, Lord, for making such kick-ass food.

If Jesus was here, he would crush it.

- - Van Halen's playing Grant Park.

There's a break in the fence. I could sneak us in.

- I can't. I have a paper due next week. - So?

- Knock-knock. - Who's there?

- Clyde. - Wait, what?

Wait, I think I told it wrong.

Clyde, if you can't tell a joke, you'll never get a lady. That's factual.

Challenge accepted.

- Bye, Clyde. - Come on, Em.

Van Halen. It'll be fun.

It would be. But I have to stick to the plan.

Come on, Emily.

- There's the girl. Where have you been? - Studying.

- You've been in your cave for weeks. - AP exams in the morning.

Super aware of that.

If I don't get perfect scores, I won't finish what my parents started…

…and give people power to fight Miscreants.

I know, I know.

But you're gonna do fine. You're gonna crack from the stress though.

That's why I'm here.

How about you get 30 minutes of shut-eye,

I'll wake you, and you'll be ready for round two.

Don't worry. I got your back. Trust me.

No! Oh my god, I am late. You were supposed to wake me up.

Oh, wow, that did not go like I planned at all.

I can't do this anymore. I'm trying to do something with my life.

Hey, I'm sorry, I messed up.

Sorry isn't enough. I have important things to accomplish.

I can't be stuck in this neighborhood.

- What's wrong with that? - I can't let you drag me down.

Drag you? I'm always looking out for you. I'm the only reason you have any fun.

I owe it to my parents to be special.

We all know I'm not special.

- I didn't say that. - It's fine.

You don't know how life is gonna go.

I could be the president, getting chauffeured in limousines.

["It's a Long Way to the Top " by AC/DC]

Come on, come on!

You're welcome, double shift.

Hey, Tito!

Quit leaving candy wrappers in my rig!

Bank robbery in progress. Suspect is a Miscreant.

Look for a black pickup truck.

What the f...

Oh my god!

Anyone hurt?

- You guys okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, who blows up an angel?

God!

So, what's new, Frank?

I got no business.

People are afraid to… to leave the house.

All this fighting, all this crime.

The Miscreants are winning, Lydia.

Tell me about it.

I can't even pay to fix my window.

Well, I'll help you put in a new plate of glass this weekend.

Just have to… go to this reunion.

Thanks. Um…

You think Emily will come?

I don't know. I don't talk to her anymore,

and you know it.

Why don't you call and see if she wants to come?

I wouldn't know how to, even if I wanted to.

Oh, really?

I'm not saying I would. I'm just saying I wouldn't...

Norma stopped by a while ago. I got her number for you.

Pretty creepy, Frank.

Maybe Emily will say no, but you don't know unless you ask.

You know, it's like trying to skip a rock in a lake.

You know the lake's gonna eat it.

It took you half an hour to find the right flat rock,

but you gotta throw it.

Otherwise, you're not gonna know if it's gonna skip.

But sure enough, you throw the rock, zing, it goes right into the water.

Okay, let's go underwater.

There's a big salmon swimming by.

The rock flies in, beans the salmon in the head.

Dead as a doornail.

- Floats to the top. - Jesus.

- That's not the worst of it. - Is there more?

The salmon's a female.

Loaded with little eggs.

Just like the Titanic, they're all dead.

In this, am I the rock, or who's the... In this situation?

You could be the rock,

you could be the fish,

you could be the thrower of the stone.

- You could be the lake. - Okay.