The Thunder Games

- Kids, your dad's cooking breakfast.

Get excited!

What is it, Dad?

French toast? Pancakes?

Ooh, even better.

Cereal?

I'm going back to bed.

Alert, alert!

Incoming transmission from Super President Kickbutt.

Hello, Thundermans.

Where are those amazing superheroes of ours?

- What can Nora and I do for you, Your Highness?

Morning, guys.

Ah, there they are.

Super President Kickbutt.

Oh, what up, Kicky?

- I'm calling to congratulate you two

on stopping that exploding Porta-Potty yesterday.

- Trust me, the pleasure was not ours.

- It was your 99th save as a team.

Which means you're just one away from 100.

Ooh! No way!

Pretty amazing, considering we can't stand each other.

- Not in front of, Kicky.

- Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for my surfing lesson.

Super President Kickbutt...

cowabunga!

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- Ah, congrats, you two, on your 99th save!

You're just one away from your 100th.

Uh, I remember our 100th.

Or as we like to call it...

The Thundredth.

- We took down Professor Meteor,

one of the most evil villains in all of Metroburg.

- Yeah, it was so epic, they made a movie about it.

Mm-hmm.

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- You'll never stop my meteor from destroying the world!

We'll see about that.

Hit his helmet, Electress.

It'll take out his power.

But I might hit you.

Uh! You already did.

¶

Right in the heart.

Ah!

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Light 'em up!

¶

Nice shot, sugar.

I think you mean nice shock.

I'll have my rev--uh!

¶

Ew!

On it.

Whoa!

- Phoebe, do you realize what this means?

- Our parents are gross? - Yes.

And when we make that 100th save--

We're gonna have a movie!

- - I don't know, guys.

We were pretty legendary.

- Let's get that 100th save! - We're gonna have a movie!

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- Hey, guys. Watching our movie?

- No, we're watching something good.

It's Chloe's favorite TV show, "The Wonder Fluppies."

It's good if you're six.

You made us watch it twice.

- 'Cause I'm 13. Do the math.

- It's just one of those shows that are trying to sell you

toys and ice cream.

No, it's not.

Hey, kids, do you like toys and ice cream?

Yes!

Then you'll love Scoop Du Jour's ginormous,

super scoop ice cream drone sundae.

Oooh!

Delivered straight to your door

by a super cool flying drone.

Available for a limited time only.

Awesome!

Can we get one?

- You bet your hot fudge we can.

Eating ice cream from a flying robot

will make a fantastic family memory.

Couldn't agree more.

It's moments like that why we had four kids.

- Five. - Five kids.

- Then it's settled, we're getting that sundae!

Yeah!

Just not today.

Yeah!

What?

Kids, we told you.

Your dad and I are going to Metroburg Theater to see a play.

I got us front row seats to "Annie Get Your Ray Gun."

Take notes, kids.

This is how you husband.

- You'll enjoy that sundae even more

when we can all share it together.

I promise. - Be good, kids!

Okay, bye.

So we're ordering that sundae, right?

Already ordered it.

- But Mommy and Daddy said to wait so we can make memories.

- The commercial said it's for a limited time only.

That means that they might run out.

Oh, you did the right thing.

Yeah, you did.

No one asked you.

And no one asked your face!

Any who,

call me when the ice cream gets here, Snack Pals.

¶

- Well, that was the most embarrassing save attempt ever.

You tackled Mr. Fuscarelio.

I thought he was a wolf man.

- You know he's just super hairy.

- Two root beers, please. - Thanks.

Alright, so we didn't get our Thundredth save yet,

but it's just a matter of time before we do.

- And they make a movie about me.

Max Thunderman is Max Thunderman

in "The Max Thunderman Movie."

- What about me? Do I get to play myself?

- Nope, 'cause it's rated PG for Phoebe's Gross.

- Uh, that's funny since I'm gonna carry

all the musical numbers.

- Ew, it is not a musical. - Why can't it be a musical?

'Cause musicals are dumb.

People singing and dancing. - Here's a car,

let's blow it up for no reason!

Hey! Get back here!

Somebody help! Anybody!

What's "wong," Mrs. "Wrong"?

I'm sorry, I know, just tell me what happened.

- That guy ran out without paying for his soda refill.

- His refill? Aren't they free?

- The only thing free in this place

are the insults, dummy.

Somebody do something!

- Don't worry, we'll help you. Come on, Max.

Phoebe, what are you doing?

Following the Superhero Code.

If you hear a citizen scream, you must intervene.

Oh. I thought it was...

stop being a nerd!

Do you really want our movie to be about

us catching the Soda Stealer?

- Who do you think you are stealing 27 cents worth

of generic cola product?

Try and stop me.

I will. But first...

super flips.

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What is she doing?

- Trying to make this movie interesting.

¶

- That's the last straw, Soda Stealer.

- Thank you, Thunder Twins.

Ow, ow, ow.

Don't thank us.

Thank me.

¶

- Ah! - Yes.

Now, doesn't that sound lame?

Yeah.

'Cause it's supposed to be a musical with me as the star.

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¶ Hey, stop, put down that pop ¶

¶ You owe her some money ¶

¶ Refills here are not for free ¶

¶ Don't try to be funny ¶

¶ Your crime didn't pay, you wasted your morning ¶

¶ But if you comply, you'll get off with a warning ¶

- ¶ You'll get off with a warning ¶

- ¶ 'Cause you're the Soda Stealer ¶

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- No, you're right, that save is not worthy of my awesome voice.

Uh, question.

When you said you were going to help me, did you mean today?

- On second thought, Mrs. Wong, we decided

we're not gonna help. - Yeah.

Oh really?

Well, I decided I'm taking your drink

to make up for the one that guy stole!

- She just took your drink.

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- All day, and no saves worthy of our Thundredth.

- ¶ We need a crime, and we're stuck at 99 ¶

- The crime's gonna be me freezing your vocal cords.

Alert, alert!

Incoming transmission from Super President Kickbutt.

Hello, Thunder Twins.

Professor Meteor has escaped.

We believe he's planning some sort of attack

at the Hiddenville Planetarium.

I'm switching you over to their live security camera now.