Thunder Van

More salad, Phoebe?

Phoebe?

- Phoebe.

Hello?

Mom wants to know if you want more salad.

Why didn't she just ask me?

Sorry... I was just chirping my friends on Chirper.

Phoebs, you're confusing Mom.

No, she's not--I chirp my friends all the time.

We're all, like, "Chirp, chirp, girlfriend!"

See, Mom, Chirper is a social networking site.

Let me back up-- this is a cell phone.

Hey, I know that honk!

The Thundervan! - NORA: Cool!

Yup, got this old crime-fighting machine

out of storage from Metroburg. - Oh, yeah?

Your father and I chirped up a lot of memories

in this swag wagon.

Mom... don't.

I gave this baby a new security system,

and so the non-supe's think it's a normal van,

I got a state-of -the-art cloaking device.

Huh?

Wow, Dad... where'd the Thundervan go?

Come on, let's go for a ride.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

the Thundervan is full of dangerous weapons and gadgets.

Yeahhhh! - Nooooo!

This van is off-limits to you kids.

I only brought it home so Phoebe could start

her next level of superhero training.

Wait, for real?

I thought Thundervan training started next year.

Hero University is offering an early admissions test.

If you ace it, you could be a full supe

before Max can grow a mustache.

Hey, Max-stache is coming in.

Just think Phoebe, you could drop the normal teen act

and be who you were born to be.

I'll tell you where I was born to be--

in the driver's seat of that meat wagon.

Give me the keys, Hank-yo.

Unh-unh... once you're over your evil phase,

then we'll talk. - It's not a phase!

Then we're done talking.

Oh, you just got chirped, son.

Wh-what!

Barb, don't.

Are we still training or is Nora having a play date?

You don't train in the Thundervan

until you first practice here in our...

...play date.

Here, follow along in the manual.

We'll work on the balance later.

But first, this is your driver's seat

and these are your navigation controls.

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Continue.

Your high-tech crime-fighting center is in the back.

Now to go from the front to the back quickly, you swivel.

Got it--swivel. - Yeah, swivel!

Faster... swivel. - Swivel!

Sorry to interrupt your play date...

...but Phoebe's phone is going crazy.

She's getting chirped on the chirper.

I mean, hash tag, am I right?

Mom, don't.

Ooh, uh, Cherry's mom is driving all our friends

to the midnight show of "Last Teen Mission to Space Part II."

Can I go? - At midnight tonight?

No way! - I know, right?

No, I mean, "No way."

But Dad, my friends and I have seen

"Last Teen Mission to Space Part I" like a million times.

I can't miss Part II-- everyone I know is going.

Aww, she's got a point, Hank.

But if you stay out late tonight,

you'll be too exhausted to train tomorrow.

He's got a point, Phoebe.

Not helping... got it.

Your early admissions test is in a week.

Wait, a week... that's so soon!

If you don't know your superhero vehicle

inside and out, you'll fail.

You don't want to fail, do you?

Course not... that's Max's thing.

Exactly... that's why you're not going.

You've been preparing for this your whole life.

So you miss the movie tonight.

Someday they'll make a movie about you.

Long as it's not a flop like somebody's movie.

Hey, "Thunderpants the Musical"

paid for this house.

All right, fine, I'll stay home and study.

Where'd that Thundervan manual go?

Max, stop learning.

It was worth it just to hear you say that.

I'll take that.

Whoa!

Hope that's in your movie.

Please take me with you, Max.

I would do anything for a joyride in the Thundervan.

No can do, Colosso, but I got you this guy

to keep you company.

A stuffed bear?

What am I, a child?

No, you whine way more than a child.

I do not!

You'll be fine-- just use your imagination.

Fine.

I'll imagine you care.

Like I'm gonna play with some toy.

Hmm...

Okay, I'm intrepid explorer Colosso Beauregard,

and you're my faithful sidekick Teddy Stuffington.

Today we conquer Mt. Everest!

No, I love you more!

Why do I have parents who enjoy each other's company?

Just go to bed already!

You know, I should probably take out the trash.

You're going outside like that?

Yeah, I'll be so fast no one's gonna see me.

Time me!

Like a human cheetah!

How'd I do?

Super fast, baby.

Yes!

Finally.

Max? -

What are you doing in here? - Shhh!

Why are you shushing me-- the van is soundproof.

Oh, well, in that case, get out!

Taking it on a joyride.

You get out-- I'm trying to study.

How did you even get in here?

I spent the last hour hacking into Dad's computer

to get his password. - BOTH: Hamburger.

How'd you know? - I've met him.

Well, since we're both here,

let's take this baby to Medieval Munchies--

Friday's 2-for-1 turkey leg night.

No, I'm trying to study this manual.

Fine, okay, I'll quiz ya.

All right, so where is...

hyperspeed button? - PHOEBE: Uh, there.

Rocket mode button? - PHOEBE: There.

Button that turns on the van?

Nice try.

Oh, so you don't know where it is.

I'm not falling for that.

Phoebe, it's okay to not know everything about the van.

It's right there! -

Max!

Autopilot, take us to Medieval Munchies.

Well, Teddy, we're halfway up the mountain.

Which way next, my faithful sidekick?

What do you mean you lost the map?

You fool, you stranded us.

Arghhhhh!!!

Two Henry VIIIs

and two Black Death Coolers.

Thank ye--cometh again.

Thank you.

Autopilot, driveth.

Let us hoist our medieval munchies.

Could I not hear a dying bird

while I eat my turkey leg?

It's just my friends chirping about the movie.

Space Teens?

Phoebe, you're in a super-powered van on a joyride.

This is a lot more fun.

But it's not a joyride-- it's a pre-training session.

Whatever you call it, it's a blast.

What happened to my turkey leg?

Something tells me that burp comes with a bow.

Autopilot, pull over.

Excuse me.

What are you two doing in here?

Playing where we're not supposed to.

It's how we do!

Who told you Dad's password was hamburger?

The grease stains on his T-shirt.

Okay, well, we gotta get you guys back home.

No! We don't want to go home yet!

Yeah, I haven't finished my joyride.

We're gonna get busted.

No, we're not! - We're not gonna get busted.

Guys! Guys!

What did you do?

Everyone was all stressed out,

so I pushed the de-stress button.

De-stress? - BILLY: Uh-huh.