Back to School

Snack attack!

Broccoli?

Don't waste my time.

Alert, alert.

Incoming transmission from Super President Kickbutt.

Phoebe, we have a problem.

I know.

Dad taught Chloe snack attack.

Not that.

It seems you've missed your power assessment test

when you were in fifth grade

at the secret academy of super power studies?

You know, SASS.

That's impossible.

I've never missed a day of school in my life.

Phoebe, remember that surprise three-day weekend

we had in fifth grade?

- Sure. When they closed the school on Friday

for locker waxing...

And now that I'm hearing it, I realize is not a thing.

- I hacked into SASS mail and sent you a message

saying there was no school,

ruining your stupid perfect attendance.

With a computer and a dream.

Phoebe, I'm afraid I have to suspend you

from hero duties until you go back to fifth grade

and pass that test.

- I can't go back to fifth grade.

That's when I had a retainer and my lisp.

Gosh. Just thinking about it brings it back.

Wish I could be there to see that.

You will be.

Say what?

You missed the test, too.

Pass this one or I'll throw you in Hero League Junior Jail

for hacking into school computers.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for my super snack.

Snack attack!

Now that's a snack, baby.

- * What you see is not what you get *

* Living our lives with a secret *

* We fit right in, bet you'd never guess *

* Because we're living our lives just like all the rest *

* A picture-perfect family is what we try to be *

* But 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

* Living a double life *

- Ah! There's my two little fifth graders.

- You guys have to repeat the fifth grade?

Join the club.

Seriously, we meet on Thursdays.

- We are not repeating the fifth grade.

We're just going back to Metroburg for a day

to take a test.

- I packed my little kiddies some lunch.

Now does anyone have to tinkle before you go?

Mom, we're not little kids.

Aww, I got chocolate chip.

Tradesies?

No tradesies backsies.

Okay, Thundermans, line up.

As this family's president of important stuff,

it's time for me to assign our weekly chores.

Billy, you are on dishwashing.

Yes!

- Did you say dishwashing or fishwashing?

I'll just do both.

Right, Nora, you're up next.

Your chore is weeding the garden.

But that's the fourth time in a row.

- Well doing math and your chores

at the exact same time?

You just earned a presidential seal of approval.

*

- Whoa! It feels so weird to be back at SASS.

- Yep. This is where the Max legend was born.

I thought it was born in your mind?

I owned this place.

Watch.

Excuse me, have you ever heard of Max Thunderman?

- No. But I've heard of Phoebe Thunderman.

OMG! You're her!

That's enough.

Scram!

I don't care what she says.

My pranks were legendary.

In fact, I once magnetized this very wall

and stuck this kid named Metalbutt to it.

That was mean.

You're right. I am great.

Warning!

You are in violation of school uniform.

- Oh, hall monitor, we don't actually go here. We're just--

- Prepare for clothing enhancement.

And the legend continues.

Hey! You get back here!

I'm a boy! I'm Max Thunderman.

Never heard of you.

Dad, this is so unfair.

We're supposed to rotate chores.

When was the last time you weeded the garden?

Now, Nora.

You know your father gets...gardener's calf.

Sorry, sweetie.

As president of important stuff,

I've already assigned the chores.

My hands are tied.

Yours should be weeding.

- You know, I don't remember anyone electing you president.

- Honey, that's not how we do it in this house.

- Well that's how the country does it.

Are you saying the country is wrong?

No.

- Then I'd like to run for president.

- Hank, can I talk to you for a sec?

Oh, you need to shut this down.

If there's an election and Nora wins,

she's going to be in charge of assigning chores.

Barb, relax.

There's no way I'm going to allow an election.

Afraid I'll beat you.

- Oh! You got yourself an election.

- And remember, when fighting a villain,

it's make him cower, zap his power and take a shower.

That's right, kid.

Hip to hygiene, yo.

Oh, visitors.

You must be Max and Phoebe.

These kids also missed the test and will be taking it with you.

Names and powers.

Chester, porcupine powers.

Rodney, force fields.

Jocelyn, glow in the dark.

Keely, control of the weather.

My lunch!

Still working on my aim.

Well, I'm Max Thunderman.

Guessing you already know what my powers are, right?

Go make a rainbow.

- So, erm, a couple of questions.

Do you grade on a curve? Is there a time limit?

What about extra credit?

- I'll give you an extra point right now

if you take your seat and stop talking.

- You're down a point already, Max.

- Hi. So you're not going to ask Chester to the super dance,

are you?

- Gee. He seems very nice, but he's a little too...ten.

- Good. 'Cause I, kind of, have a crush on him,

but he likes Jocelyn.

And she doesn't even like him.

Can you believe that?

Well, no way.

Let's get our test on.

Leonard.

- Phoebe, does that assistant look familiar to you?

- Quiet. I'm arranging my test pencils.

- Today's test will be in three parts.

Each team will have to pass two of them to pass fifth grade.

Release the robot.

For this first test,

each team will need to combine the items on the table,

into a weapon to disable the robot before it zaps you.

Jocelyn and Keely, you're up.

And go.

- If I knew fifth grade was this easy,

I would have gone to class more.

We'll be out of here in no time.

Don't be so sure, Max.

Remember me?

Metalbutt!

Is that the same Metalbutt--

- Who your brother stuck to a wall?

The same. - Oh.

- Dude, you're still angry about that?

It's dude now?

Not tin tush, or rust rump?

Because that's what you used to call me.

- Tin tush. That's pretty good.

- Not as good as the revenge I'm gonna get on both of you.

What did I do?

- It's because of what you wrote in my fifth grade yearbook.

Which was nothing!

Twenty seconds girls.

Acquiring target.

Right. I happen to know that if you don't pass today's test,

Phoebe won't be a superhero anymore

and Max goes to junior jail.

And I'm going to make sure that happens.

What can you do?

That guy's in charge.

Argh! Aah!

Leonard, you're in charge!

*

- All right, I'm just gonna call Super President Kickbutt

and tell her that this creepy assistant hates us

and plans to fail us to get his revenge.