Mad Max: Beyond Thunderhome

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- What's the emergency? Did King Crab escape?

Did Dark Mayhem escape? Who escaped?

- Nobody. We need your money so we can buy cookies.

Oh...

well, it's a good thing I left

in the middle of getting my cavity filled!

- Sweet Gam Gam Cookies is holding a contest.

- Oh, I love Sweet Gam Gam.

Her peanut butter- fudge cookies

are the reason I have that cavity.

- If you find the winning box,

you get to visit Sweet Gam Gam's Cookie Palace.

- Yeah, she invented a microchip cookie

that can be programmed with any flavor.

We can finally taste

the Billy Thunderman Super Chocolate Chunk Surprise.

What's the surprise?

Cat food!

- Billy, I don't think you should be

at the helm of this ship.

Oh, one box, please?

- One box? Pffft! You'll never win.

- -

Ha! I won!

"Congratulations on winning Sweet Gam Gam's Cookie Contest.

I look forward to sweeting you."

She said "sweeting" instead of "meeting."

- You're the worst, Phoebe.

- Oh, I get to take someone with me.

- You're still the worst, Phoebe.

But please take me with you.

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- The kids should be home soon.

- I wonder if one of them won that cookie contest?

- I'm the only choice! - Take me!

- Take me to the Cookie Palace!

Take me with you!

Stop!

I will pick one of you. Just give me a second.

- You heard her. Give her some time.

Time's up!

- I'm the one going! - Take me!

- Take me to the Cookie Palace!

- Every day with those four.

- Barb, look at this!

The Little Mini Metroburg Pageant is coming up.

- Oh, Hank, I'm flattered.

But I'm not exactly pageant ready.

Not you. Chloe.

What's a pageant?

- Well, it's a little contest to see who the cutest,

most talented superkid is.

Little contest?

Maybe for a simple farm girl.

But for this stylish city boy, it was everything.

- Next up, ready to dazzle us

with a flying ribbon routine,

Little Hank Thunderman!

Everything started out great.

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My ribbon routine was hot--

maybe a little too hot.

Fire! Fire!

All these superheroes and nobody has water powers?

- Everyone made it out alive that day--

except my dreams of pageant glory.

- Your father never competed

or shook what his mama gave him again.

- I couldn't. They banned me.

But they didn't ban you!

I'm in, Daddy!

- Oh, this will be great for you two to do together.

Hey, let's go change, so we can get started.

- Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!

Not for fun, Hank.

It's war.

- We're gonna do this for you, Little Hank.

- I know you will, Big Hank.

Also, your fly is down.

Gotcha!

Yo, ho, ho!

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What are you doin'?

- Ah, just practicing my surprise face

for when Phoebe chooses me.

Should I go with the, oh, I'm so honored to win.

Oh, my gosh!

Or the...

Ha! Yes! In your faces!

Hey, guys.

- My twin! How are ya, dear?

- Freaked out. Anyway...

after some careful consideration,

I have decided that each of you should convince me

why I should take you.

- Oh! Oh! I'd like to throw my hat in the ring.

Get lost.

Missed me!

- - Ow!

The old second banana trick.

- All right, Max, you start.

Why should you get to try the microchip cookie?

- Because if you don't choose me,

I'll release that picture I have of you

picking at your supersuit wedgie.

- You don't have a picture like that.

- Or do I? Pick me like you picked that wedgie.

I did not!

All right. Now, Nora. Why should I pick you?

- We're sisters, which automatically puts me

ahead of these dingdongs.

But if you choose one of them,

I'll laser off your left eyebrow.

- Oh, no, that's the good one.

For now.

Yikes!

Okay, Billy, what about you?

- Look, Sweet Gam Gam is my heroine.

I'd love to try that microchip cookie,

but I can't compete with Max and Nora.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, Max is your twin brother,

and Nora is your sister from another mister.

- Actually, we're from the same mister.

- What I'm trying to say is you and I don't really hang out.

So, you should probably take one of them.

Wow, Billy,

that's absolutely true.

Okay, Phoebe, who's it gonna be?

Me or Nora? - Ohhhh...

It's a lot to think about.

Um...

I've decided I'm taking...

Billy! What?!

Gotcha!

Could I have my hats back, please?

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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 ¶¶

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- Wow, you're really choosing me?

- Yeah, you're really choosing him?

Hat attack!

What a day!

I'm going to Sweet Gam Gam's

and I caught a hat with my face.

I warned you, Phoebe.

Now I'm releasing that wedgie picture.

- Okay, there is no picture...

because a lady never picks.

They don't?

I mean, everybody knows that.

- Billy's right. We don't hang out enough.

This is a great time to bond with my little bro.

Sorry, I missed that.

I was too busy barfing in my mouth.

- All right, you two need to let this go.

I'm taking Billy and that's tough cookies.

I made my point and I said "cookies."

I can't believe this.

You know, if Phoebe and Billy are gonna hang out,

we should hang out, too.

P-p-p-pass!

Come on, Max.

How else are we gonna break into

Sweet Gam Gam's Cookie Palace to eat that microchip cookie?

- Nora, I'm a candidate for the Z-Force.

I can't do that.

- I get that you're not evil, anymore,

but you don't have to be all "Phoebe" about it.

Wha-wha-what?

- Never mind. You're probably right.

We should let them eat our cookie

while you go do ballet.

Phoebe takes ballet.

- Oh, sorry, I get you two confused lately.

- Oh! That's it! We're gettin' that cookie.

And I am nothing like Phoebe.

- You're twins. - Nothing!

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- Okay, Chloe, we've got until tomorrow

to get you ready for the pageant.

Let's work on your thunder wave.

Spin the lightbulb,