Significant Brother

¶

- Phoebe, did you get the message?

Yeah, I got the message.

Teammate celebration handshake?

Uh, you know it.

Oh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Huh! Huh! Whoosh!

Still not done.

¶ Ohhhh ¶

¶ Whoosh ¶

- Barb, Max and Phoebe are getting along.

I know. I'm scared.

- Okay, guys, remember when Phoebe and I

saved everyone at the prom from Dark Mayhem?

- Yes, because we were also there

saving everyone at the prom from Dark Mayhem.

- Shhhhh! Quiet. Heroes are talking.

Oh.

- So, the school board is honoring us

with this huge painting

of our awesome victory on the gym wall.

And the best artist in the school, Smith,

is working on it.

Oh! Hey! Hey!

- And when she's done... bam!

Future generations will be able to enjoy

my lady amazers.

Woohoo! Congrats!

Oh, honey, our babies are getting

their first superhero monument.

- Oh, your historic deed will live on forever.

One day, my grandkids

will look at that mural and think...

- Grandma Phoebe has a super-handsome brother!

- They do not sound like that.

Yeah, they do.

- Okay, well, at least my grandkids

won't have a weird bunny uncle.

- Colosso's great with kids.

- Seriously? That's what you're going with?

- Yeah. - He's a bunny.

They're fighting again.

Everything is back to normal.

¶

Salutations, family.

Ooh, breakfast.

- Oh, no, pancake protection!

- You win this time, short stack.

- Ooh... - Not mine.

Morning.

Dab!

- Are you still doing that?

Short answer? Dab!

Long answer?

Da-a-a-a-a-b!

- You have to stop doing that.

I feel like every time we try to hang out lately

all you do is-- - Dab! Dab! Dab!

- Are you even listening to me?

Cool! Pancakes!

Dab!

Hot maple syrup!

Dab!

Fork! Dab!

Dab! Dab! Dab! Dab!

- So, that was awful, right?

- I don't know. I think it's cool.

Da-- - Don't!

- I have to stop Billy somehow.

- Oh, Nora, it's just a dance fad.

He'll grow out of it.

Remember, most of freshman year

Phoebe couldn't stop doing the stanky leg.

- Oh, I remember that dance.

Get a whiff of this.

- HANK, NORA, CHLOE: Don't!

- Seriously, if he does it again,

I'll have to give him good, old-fashioned laser therapy.

- Nora, laser therapy is for warts

and Daddy's back hair.

Now leave Billy alone and finish your breakfast.

- Fine!

Hey, where's my pancake?

- What pancake?

¶

- - Point!

The score is now 13 to I've-wasted-my-life.

Ball in.

Serving!

Ow!

- Sorry. It's my first time playing water polo.

- Max, look, there's Smith.

She must be done with the mural.

- That's class. You're all losers.

Get out!

- I really want a peek at that painting,

but I know what you're gonna say.

It's wrong and we should wait for the unveiling.

- Max, stop blabbing and get over here.

All right, without further ado...

I give you...

- Max and Phoebe attacking the prom?

- She turned us into monstrous villains.

Oh!

And she swooshed my hair to the wrong side.

- That's how we're gonna be remembered--forever!

- Your grandkids are gonna be like,

Max's swoosh is wrong. You guys were never heroes.

- They do not sound like that!

¶

¶ What you see ¶

¶ Is not what you get ¶

¶ Livin' our lives with a secret ¶

¶ We fit right in ¶

¶ Bet you never guessed ¶

¶ 'Cause we're livin' our lives ¶

¶ Just like all the rest ¶

¶ A picture perfect family ¶

¶ Is what we try to be ¶

¶ Look 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 ¶

¶ Livin' a double life ¶¶

¶

Cherry, it was awful.

She made us look like the bad guys.

I mean, Max is used to being hated.

But not me.

- Yeah, I need to be remembered as a hero--

a gorgeous, chiseled hero!

- Maybe Smith isn't over what you guys did to her at prom.

- What did we do to her at prom?

- It was a dark and stormy night.

A young girl and her brother were lost in the woods,

and their breadcrumb trail was nowhere to be found.

- That's Handsel and Gretel.

Are you sure?

- Cherry. - Right.

Okay, it was prom night...

and you two were fighting Dark Mayhem

while we were all hiding behind you

wondering how your hair was holding up so well.

Smith was over by the punch bowl...

chillaxin'.

It's the end of days!

One of the plasma balls you guys deflected

got an itty bitty piece of her.

- - Oh!

- That museum still smells like

burnt hair and fruit punch.

- Oh, no, proms are supposed to be a dream

and we made hers a nightmare.

No wonder she has it out for us.

- And I do not want her to hate me, too,

so I am outie like my belly button.

- I had no idea. - That Cherry has an outie?

It's actually more common than you think.

No, about prom.

And stop pretending you know anything

about Cherry's outie struggle.

We need to apologize to Smith.

- No way.

We saved everyone that night.

She should be thanking us,

not ruining our legacy.

- What does it hurt to just apologize?

- Sorry, but Max Thunderman never says sorry.

- You literally just said sorry twice.

I have my pride, Phoebe.

I will not apologize.

But I will tattle.

Principal Bradford!

¶ I have something to tell you ¶

Spit it out, Max.

I have to get to a meeting with some angry moms--

angry "single" moms.

Ew.

- Look, Bradford, the girl you got to paint our mural

is making us look like monsters.

- Really? - Yes.

Which is why you have to make her fix it.

Which is why this is awesome!

Because of the school board,

that thing's gonna be on the wall forever.

Ooh! Hot diggity-dog!

Ow! Ow!

- What did we ever do to him?

- Oh, trip him down the stairs,

beat him in wrestling, hot sauce fountain--

Okay!

We should focus on what we did to Smith.

We need to apologize and show her

we're not the horrible people she thinks we are.

Oh, uh, we should invite her

to dinner at Splatburger.

- I am not buying her dinner.

- Why? We'll say we're sorry

and she'll change the mural.