May Z-Force Be with You

¶

- All right, Max. Think we can lift 500 pounds?

- Let's give it a shot. - Okay.

Ooh! Ooh! Huh!

This...this is nothin'.

Oh, totally easy.

- Think we can stop now? - Yes, please!

Ah! See?

Told you we could sneak in a little pre-dinner workout.

Feeling the burn?

- My eyes burn from your workout stink.

That would be you.

- Oh! You're right.

We're crushing it, Max.

I really think this whole Z Force thing is gonna work out.

Get it?

'Cause we're workin' out?

- I'm gonna hit you with a dumbbell.

Get it? 'Cause I'm gonna hit you with a dumbbell?

All right.

Speaking of dumbbells.

- What are you doing here, Max?

I thought you and the band had a show.

Not till 6:00.

I'm no time-a-matician,

but I'm pretty sure it's 6:00 right now.

I don't think so, Cherry.

It's 6:30.

6:30?!

Phoebe, how could you let this happen?

I'm not your assistant!

- Not with that attitude, you're not!

I have to change.

And shower!

Smell like an onion!

No. Next. Pass.

- Kids, entertain us before my thumb falls off.

- Billy, this is our chance.

Let's do the Billy and Nora

comedy show we've been practicing.

Right now?

If I'd known, I would've worn underwear.

- No, you wouldn't have. - It's true.

Let the show begin.

- Hey, Nora. Let's go downstairs.

- Why are you taking the stairs?

The elevator's way faster.

Bing!

- That's comedy gold.

I found my bow.

But where is my arrow?

Found it!

The kids are really funny.

- I know. They got it from me.

Knock-knock! - This is our show, old man.

Hey, Nora.

Did you hear about the crab who only thought about himself?

Sure did.

He was real...shellfish.

Hey-yo!

Hello, Hiddenville.

Do you like to laugh?

- Who doesn't? - I don't.

But if you do, then come on down to Splatterday Night Live.

Why would we do that

when we have comedy right here in our own home?

- Every performer gets free burgers for their table.

- Kids, you're performing! Barb, bust out my burger bib!

- Perform in a crowded restaurant?

We can't do that.

- Too late. The bib is on.

- We're not gonna push the kids,

especially if they've got stage fright.

- We don't have stage fright. Right, Billy?

Of course, we don't.

I'm definitely not afraid of looking ridiculous

like Dad in his weird neck diaper.

- There is nothing weird about a grown man

protecting his clothes.

We're gonna do great.

We just need to go practice.

- But if we get up there and everyone laughs at us?

That's what we want.

We also want burgers.

Let's not forget about that.

They'd better not ruin this for us.

The bib is on, baby!

- Guys, guys, guys! I'm sorry I'm late.

- Late? You missed the whole show.

This is totally not sweetious, broseph.

Wolfgang had to sing in your place.

- ¶ Wolfgang ¶

Wolfgang!

- Eesh. It looks serious.

Yeah, and private.

Let's go listen in.

- Look, guys, I can explain.

It was... all Phoebe's fault.

Yeah, she hogged the bathroom for hours,

pluckin' her face, or curlin' her forehead,

or whatever girls do in there.

- I thought your forehead looked extra curly.

Can you do mine?

- No, Cherry. That didn't happen.

I talked Max into a Z Force training session,

but he can't tell the band that.

- Phoebe's flawless beauty has nothing to do with this.

You've missed a bunch of shows.

My grandpa has been to more gigs than you.

- You ruined everything, Max Thunderman!

Yeah, like yesterday.

We were supposed to work on band names.

But you were at the hospital

because Phoebe got her head stuck in a mayonnaise jar.

You, too?

Look, you're right, guys.

I'm really, really sorry.

- I'm just too upset to talk about it right now.

- If you're gonna cry, then I'm gonna cry.

- Wolfgang crying, ja.

- His friends seem really upset.

- Not as upset as Grandpa Giddy.

- You're the worst, Max Thunderman!

- Oh, maybe I've been pushing Max too hard

with all this training.

I mean, what if they kick him out of the band because of me?

He won't wanna be my Z Force partner.

- They'd never kick Max out of the band.

So it's decided.

We're kicking Max out of the band.

Oh, is this mic still on?

- Nope, didn't hear a thing.

Hey, Gideon.

Remember when we took Phoebe to the heart tree?

Okay, turn it off.

¶

¶ 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 ¶¶

- You know, Phoebe, if things go bad with you and Max,

I can always be your new Z Force partner.

Ooh, yeah. You'd better fix this thing with Max.

Don't worry, Cherry.

Max isn't getting kicked out of the band,

because I came up with a plan.

- Oh, I love a good Phoebe plan.

I also love a bad Phoebe plan.

I just love all the Phoebe plans.

- Here comes our little rocker now.

Okay, Phoebe.

What's the big emergency?

You're the big emergency.

But luckily, Dr. Phoebe's

got 20 cc's of help comin' your way.

Hey, why is my band here?

- Hey, Max. Listen, man. We need to talk.

- What a great talk. Now that that's over, um...

Max has something he really wants to show you guys.

I do?

Yeah. Remember?

You felt terrible about bailing on the band,

and you wanted to surprise them with...

this!

A new rehearsal space!

Oh, sweetious!

There are no words.

Wolfgang!

You found a word.

Wow.

This is so nice of me.

It sure is.

You must really love your band.

Thanks, Max.

You know, we were really starting to think

this was the fall of the broman empire.

- Yeah. I promised my grandpa

we were gonna kick you outta the band,

but this changes everything.

- I still don't like you, Max Thunderman!

All right, Billy.

Let's see if we have all of our props for tonight's show--

string cheese...

horseshoe.

Let's go, you two.

The sooner I hear your bad jokes,

the sooner I can hit you with my tomato cannon.

Whatever.