The Thundermans

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- Happy Z Force Announcement Day!

Hey, Cherry.

Did President Kickbutt

call yet to tell you if you got in?

Because if you didn't, this balloon is reversible.

- No, Cherry, we're waiting to find out

if we made the Championships.

If we win, then we make the Z Force.

- Why hasn't Kickbutt called?

What if we filled out the forms wrong?

What if they lost the forms?

What if they never got the forms?

Stop saying "forms."

- You're right. I'm sorry.

I should just try to stop thinking about the Z Force

or anything Z related. - Yeah.

Let's go to the zoo!

They just got a zebra!

It's from Zimbabwe!

- Oh, I get it, you're mocking me...

while I'm falling apart!

I broke my zipper.

Ha! Good one, Hank.

Oh, you're not kidding.

Alert! Alert!

Incoming call from Super President Kickbutt.

Hello, Thundermans.

I have bad news.

We didn't make it?

- No, I just spilled my latte.

And now onto the good news.

Another latte is on the way.

- So, just tell us the news!

Okay.

Max and Phoebe, you're in the Z Force Championships.

Congratulations!

We did it, Phoebe.

- Oh, I knew I filled out those forms right.

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Can you believe it, Barb?

Our kids are this close to joining the Z Force.

- It seems like just yesterday we moved here,

so, they could have normal childhoods.

- I thought it was 'cause you guys

couldn't fit into your supersuits anymore.

- No. It was so you could go to school,

and make friends and appreciate the importance of family.

- That's right. Even the coolest job in the world

isn't more important than your family.

Promise me you'll remember that.

I promise.

Max?

- Hm? Oh, right--important, family, I'm coolest.

Got it.

- Ooh, the Z Force sent beams to pick you up.

Fancy.

Bye, guys.

- Bye! Good luck! - We love you!

You know, that wasn't so bad.

I thought I would cry.

Me, too.

Don't look at me, kids!

- Billy, this is our big chance.

- To make fun of dad for crying?

Way ahead of you.

No.

With Max and Phoebe gone,

we can finally be the new protectors of Hiddenville.

Laser Girl and...

MC Runs-a-lot.

No? I'll work on it later.

But now I'm gonna go put on my supersuit.

That's my supersuit.

- Cool! You have a fart shield.

Take it off!

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- Okay, teleporting is awesome!

- Now look around, Phoebe.

Everyone in this room is the enemy.

Come on, Max.

Just 'cause we're all competing for the same spot

doesn't mean we can't be friendly.

- - Hey, cool titanium hand.

I'm Phoebe. This is my brother, Max.

We're competing for the same spot.

Oh!

Your skin is soft.

Tearing it from the bones will be easy.

Phoebe, come quick!

That's my brother calling me.

I gotta go. Bye.

Good news.

You can all join the Z Force...

is something I will never say.

I am Commander Dirk Trumbo.

You are competing for a spot

on the most elite squad of superheroes in the world.

If you win, you get to work for the greatest hero of them all--

me, Commander Dirk Trumbo.

The test may begin at any moment.

Any moment?

Max, we should be prepared for anything, like...

- The room filling with gas?

- I guess so. There are a lot of boys in here.

- The room is filling with gas!

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¶ 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 ¶

- This is a test to see who can escape.

We're gonna pass.

Or pass out, 'cause that didn't work.

- It must be that chromium gas. Very explosive.

Maybe we can use it to blast our way out.

Good idea, swooshy hair.

Now idea belong to Galaxia.

Nice work, Galaxia!

You remind me of a young me--

except I was a boy.

Okay, time for refreshments.

I can't believe it.

That gas bag stole our idea and is already winning.

You're right.

I should give her my phone number.

Right this way,

to the nicest room any of you have ever been in.

- I wonder if it's another test.

- Ya! -

- Way to save us from egg rolls, Amazium.

You're outta here!

Well, guess we'll move on to the good stuff.

Waiter, bring the pizza bagels.

- Mmm, finger foods and poison gas.

- Right, just like mom used to make.

- Is this what nerd flirting looks like?

- You are a ham. I'm Phoebe.

- I'm Balfour. - And we're all toast,

if we don't figure out how to get rid of Galaxia.

- Oh, dude, she's so scary.

You know, if you wanna knock her out,

you could form an alliance with a certain

smart and, uh, powerful superhero.

- You have spinach in your teeth.

- And why would we team up with you?

What's your power? Super math tutoring?

They call me...

The Gamer.

I can fire a nanochip onto a person's neck,

then control their every movement.

Watch.

What is happening?

- Oh, my new friends were hungry.

Now pirouette away, my good sir.

- [high-pitched laughter]

- Thanks. We'll call you,

if we ever need an army of dancing waiters.

- Oh, this must be Max and Phoebe Thunderman.

I'm looking forward to seeing your twin power.

Our what power?

- You know, the unique power

that all super twins access in the heat of battle.

Uh, like the Hipster twins.

Twin power, activate!

- Oh, our twin power, right, of course.

It's something that we totally have.

You'd better.

Or Galaxia's gonna rip off your heads

and plant daisies down your necks.

- Hey, buddy, tell us more about this alliance.

- - Billy, come quick!

Phoebe's tablet's reporting a crime!

What's with your hair?

- If I'm taking over for Max,

I've gotta look the part.

How's my swoosh?