Cookie Mistake

¶

Mom, grab that cobweb.

Dad, I see streaks.

Nana and Pop-Pop are coming to visit.

That means this place needs to be spotless.

- Does this help? -

No.

- Max, you know the drill.

The only thing Sergeant Thunder

hates more than villains is a dirty house.

- So, make sure Colosso hides like he always does

when Pop-Pop visits.

- But Colosso's part of the family.

- Yeah, the part we're ashamed of.

- How can you be ashamed of this?

- My dad was the toughest hero on the planet.

If it was up to him, he'd lock up Colosso forever

in a horrible, horrible place.

- Yeah, that's two horribles.

- All right, you heard 'em. Beat it, Colosso.

- Fine, but I left ya a little something

to clean up on the couch.

- I love when Pop-Pop comes to visit.

We catch up, we train,

we criticize you.

Oh, maybe he'll finally teach me his signature move--

"drop the thunder!"

- Do you even hear yourself?

"I'm Phoebe. I'm a thunder nerd."

- Yeah, yeah, you're just jealous

'cause I'm Pop-Pop's favorite.

And you're Colosso's favorite.

That's not true.

Max, I baked a friendship pie

for my favorite guy!

- Dude, we talked about this!

- Is Nana here with our gifts yet?

- Kids, spending time with your Nana

isn't all about gifts.

She's right, Billy.

Sometimes she gives us cold, hard cash.

- Giving awesome presents is Nana's superpower.

- Chloe, you know Nana's superpower is kindness.

- That's right. Back when she was Thunder Woman,

she would disarm her foes

by turning them nice with a pinch of the cheek--

like this. - Ow!

Dad, you have super strength.

Alert! Alert!

Nana and Pop-Pop approaching.

- Oh, they're here! They're here!

Places, people!

- Yeah, I'll stand where I want.

- Get over here!

Hello!

I'm looking for my five adorable grandkids.

Nana, it's us!

We're your five adorable grandkids.

Sergeant Thunder, sir!

- Why so formal? Call me Sergeant Dad.

¶ I've got gifts ¶

I hear that these wireless headphones are lit.

Thanks, Nana.

- And I'll give my grandbabies their presents later,

so no big babies get jealous.

- Mom! You'd better have brought me something.

Hey, Pop-Pop,

someone special's ready for a hug-hug.

- You're right. Get over here, Max.

- He's hugging Max. - I see that.

But don't worry.

He's still gonna teach me how to "drop the thunder."

- Max, I can't wait to show you

how to "drop the thunder!"

- He's gonna show Max-- - I see that, too.

¶

- Okay, Mom, have a great time

with the kids at Splatburger,

while Barb and I do our boring errands.

- Yeah, parent errands are the worst.

- Hank's flying you to Paris for lunch, isn't he?

Yes, Mrs. Thunderman.

- Well, before you go, I want you to see

the kids' faces after I give them their amazing gifts.

Oh.

- You guys are seeing this, too, right?

- Aren't those sweaters just super-duper?

They look like barf.

Which is a good thing.

Barf means cool.

- Oh. Well, I think you kids are pretty barf, too.

Hey, why don't you wear them to lunch at Splatburger?

Aw, thanks.

But we don't want them to get ruined.

Let's put these in the attic for safekeeping.

- We don't have an attic.

Just go!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, kids.

Get back here with those...

interesting sweaters.

- We don't want to hurt Nana's feelings.

But if we wear these in public,

we'll have to change our names

and move to Even-More-Hiddenville.

It's just one lunch,

and it would mean so much to her.

I mean, look...

- Yes, Myrtle, they loved the sweaters.

Tell all the girls.

- Aw, we can't disappoint Myrtle and the girls.

- Fine. We'll wear the sweaters.

One lunch.

- Then I'll teleport them away like Daddy's bike shorts.

- Did you tell her to get rid of my bike shorts, Barb?

- Thunder Man and Electress, away!

Oh, no, no, no.

It doesn't work when you say it.

Thunder Man and Electress, away!

- -

- So, then you turned good, and the Z-Force came calling.

Well, clean my latrine and salute my shorts!

- Yeah, I mean, actually, they called me first,

so, let's not clean that latrine just yet.

- But the important thing is

my grandson here is on his way

to becoming the greatest American hero--

just like I was.

That's right.

I'm a chip off the old Pop-Pop.

Whew!

Praising Max like this has just worn me out.

I've gotta take a power nap.

- Uh, Pop-Pop, wait. Um...

I was hoping you were gonna show me

how to "drop the thunder."

- Keep talkin', Phoebs.

You'll put him right to sleep.

Max, you're still the funny one.

- Oh... - Ah...

Well, well, well...

Don't you say it.

I'm Pop-Pop's favorite!

You said it!

- Face it, everyone prefers

formerly-bad- but-interesting Max

to always-good- and-boring Phoebe.

It's a better story.

- All right, here's a story.

Once upon a time...

Max stinks!

- Would you please stop yelling.

My Pop-Pop is trying to sleep.

- Come on, I would go right back

to being Pop-Pop's favorite if he knew

you were hiding Dr. Colosso in your lair.

Dr. Colosso is here?

- Who said that? I didn't say that.

- Yeah, she didn't say that.

- This must be your dad's doing.

He was always soft on villains.

But Sergeant Thunder is not!

It's time to drop the thunder on Dr. Colosso.

- Huh, new story. Once upon a time...

you stink!

¶

¶ 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 ¶¶

- Before I take down a villain,

I always like to stretch out my super hammies.

- Okay, Pop-Pop, Colosso is here,

but Dad turned him into a bunny.

- Yeah, he lives in a filthy cage

in Max's filthy lair,

which is way worse than a prison.

- You two keep him down there,

while I fly home and get my Detention Zone transporter.

Also, I forgot my toothbrush.

Sergeant Thunder, away!

- -

- Oh, so that's where Dad gets it.

- Yeah, it would be fascinating--

if my best friend's life wasn't in danger!

- Maybe the Detention Zone isn't that bad.

You've spent most of your life in detention

and you turned out fine...ish.

- I wish Mom and Dad were here