Call of Lunch Duty

Phoebe Thunderman's journalism class topic--

"Gum Chewing Habits in a Typical Suburban High School."

Phoebe, did you just spit your gum at me?

No, Winnie, I would never do that.

It was somebody else's gum.

I'm doing this fascinating article on gum chewing.

By "fascinating" do you mean "gross"?

Yeah.

Can I have your gum?

Don't take this the wrong way...

...but no.

I'm starting think this was a bad idea.

Hey, Phoebe.

This is for your dumb gum project.

Ah!

Help me come up with a new story for journalism class.

If my article gets on the cover of the school newspaper,

it's a guaranteed "A".

Oh, I've got the perfect headline--

"Handsome Brother Walks Away."

Hey, Rebel Raptor's struck again.

Whoever's making these has really captured

Bradford's stink lines.

Stop laughing!

I am sick of these posters.

This has been going on for weeks.

What? Oh! You!

Hey, hey, before you accuse me,

I want you to know I did not do this, all right?

I was home all night.

Ask Phoebe.

Hello, High School Janitors of America,

um, can I please speak to your scraped gum division?

Max in the house!

Quiet, Max.

Sorry, that was my brother. He is dumb as a board.

It's true, Principal Bradford.

Max was home all night while I worked on my article

on gum chewing habits in a typical suburban--

Don't care!

When I catch this Rebel Raptor, they're gonna get

the worst punishment this school has to offer.

What? Being principal for a day?

They're gonna spend the rest of high school

workin' the lunch line!

Max, the Rebel Raptor. That's it.

It's the perfect article.

If I can find out who he is,

it'll get me the cover and the "A".

And I'd better not see another one of these posters of me!

How is your Rebel Raptor search going?

Great. I made a list of everyone at school

with the skills to pull off these stunts

and summoned them here.

Hm, and he's the only one who showed up?

Yep.

So this isn't a date?

No.

Can it be? - No!

Your loss, baby.

Phoebe, I don't know how

you're gonna find out who this guy is.

You should just give up.

You don't get "A"'s by giving up, Max.

You have to work hard.

I mean, pffft, it's not like the Rebel Raptor

is gonna contact me. -

It's a message from the Rebel Raptor!

All my hard work finally paid off.

You didn't do anything.

Um, I don't have the time to explain journalism to you.

Wait, it says he wants to do an interview with me

to tell his story,

but only if I keep his identity a secret.

Pffft, it's a deal.

Would chocolates change your mind?

No!

Is your mom home? - Get out!

Aliens are everywhere.

They could be in your city, your neighborhood,

or even sitting right next to you.

Ahhhhhh!

What's going on?

Billy's an alien!

That's what an alien would say!

Okay, I told you guys to stop watching these videos.

There's no such thing as aliens.

Aw, it's just a little harmless fun, Barb.

What's the worst that can happen?

Show your face, alien!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Okay! Okay!

Guys, your mom is right.

There's no such thing as aliens.

But have you ever heard of the chubacabra?

Hank!

Now no more ripping each other's faces off, you got it?

Okay, maybe you're not an alien,

but do you know who is?

That weird guy who sells pretzels at the mall.

It's so true.

Let's see what he's hiding under that paper hat.

Hair. He was hiding hair.

Rebel Raptor, I'm alone, like you asked.

Why are you dressed

like a black and white movie?

I'm a hard-hitting reporter with a nose for news.

You're in a journalism class taught by the gym teacher.

Now, tell me, how did you come up with your name--

Rebel Raptor?

There are certain things about my legend

that must remain shrouded in mystery.

Why is it so dark in here?

Mom, you totally ruined my shrouded mystery!

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie.

Who are you talking to?

Oh, hey, Phoebe.

Why are you dressed like a black and white movie?

You're the Rebel Raptor?

How are you the Rebel Raptor?

You were home every night. I saw you.

Did you really see me, though?

Hello, High School Janitors of America,

um, can I please speak to your scraped gum division?

Max in the house!

Quiet, Max.

Sorry, that was my brother. He is dumb as a board.

- COLOSSO:

He's not the only dummy!

Come on, Max, there's no way that could have really happened.

It's too easy!

Ah!

Phoebe, you cannot tell anyone I'm the Rebel Raptor.

Bradford'll make me work the cafeteria

and wear a hair net.

You can't cage this mane!

All right, relax, Max.

I--I gave you my word

and superheroes always keep their word.

Thank you.

But I also want that "A". - Oh, here's the catch.

You're gonna give me an exclusive photo

with the Rebel Raptor before his next poster goes up.

And you'll blur my face?

I do that with all your photos.

All right, I'll do it.

Great! Now, first question...

Max!

Be right down. Just getting a sandwich.

Do you see any aliens yet?

Ah! Flying saucer shaped like the moon!

That is the moon, Gali-lamo.

At least I'm trying to find aliens.

All you did was make tuna casserole.

That's alien bait.

They like human brains,

so I made some from noodles and white cat food.

Ew, noodles!

What was that?

That's the noodles talkin'.

It's coming from Mrs. Wong's house.

Huh?

Huh!

Mrs. Wong's an alien and she saw us.

Run! - BILLY:

Why did I get the laser eyes?

I'm telling you-- we saw an alien.

Uh-huh. Whose hair did you rip out this time?

We were wrong about Pretzel Pete.

But we're right about Mrs. Wong.

Just because she's completely void of human emotion

doesn't make her an alien.

But she has a huge bug head--like...

Okay, now you're just being mean.

No more alien talk and that's final.

Now, I'm gonna go have more of that delicious

tuna noodle casserole your mom made.

I didn't make a tuna noodle casserole.

Hey, did you get the cover story?

Yep, and the "A".

This is so great.

No, I'm so great.

Check it out. Less attractive copy cats.

Ah, I remember my first act of vandalism.