Change of Art

Phoebe, what do you think of my painting of Max?

Clearly you've never seen Max in a toga.

I have up here.

Late again?

Yeah, I have this thing where I don't care.

Oh, Max, I meant to ask you.

Which one of your masterpieces

would you like to donate

to tomorrow's school art auction?

Gosh, Mrs. Matson, I don't know.

There's so many to choose from. - Hmm.

So many to choose from.

Maybe I'll make a new one.

Well, whatever it is, Max, I'm sure it will bring in

a lot of money for the school.

Phoebe, when are you going to start your project?

Um, actually, I just finished it.

I call it... "Horse."

Looks like it was made by a horse.

Max, funny and talented.

And Phoebe... always on time.

I don't get it.

Why is art so easy for you and so hard for me?

We're twins.

Let's ask your horse monster.

Throw me in the garbage, Max!

Neighhhh!

Max!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Matson, I didn't see it there.

It's beautiful.

What? - What?

Even when you fall, you create magic.

Take it in, class.

I can do that, too, you know.

Hmm... -

I call this one

"How much do I owe you for those shoes?"

What?

Another one?

I told you the costume shop was having a sale.

Not your costume, Colosso.

I just lost another follower on Evilgram.

Why do you think I'm losing so many?

'Cause moving here made you soft.

You used to post pics of yourself

firing rockets at satellites.

Now you're just waiting for me to sit on a whoopee cushion.

That's funny-- I gotta post that.

No, you don't.

Hi-yaaaah!

Waaaaaa...

I just saved you from losing more followers!

You're right.

I gotta get my edge back.

Let's get a picture of me taking down a satellite.

Attaboy.

Now what are we going to do next time?

Take the selfie before I light the fuse.

Yes, grasshopper.

Oh... you found the art supplies.

Yeah, weird, they were in the back of the garage

under the power tools in this box labeled "Keep Out."

Uhh... - Really?

Weird! - Anyway...

now with a little hard work, my art can earn

more money at the auction than Max's.

That's the spirit, Phoebe!

Keep reaching for the stars!

Just don't paint them. -

Hey, hey, you two--let's...

I'm sorry.

It's just she keep ruining the refrigerator for me.

Nothing can ruin the refrigerator for you, Dad.

Listen, we're gonna support Phoebe, all right?

That's why I signed your dad up to be the auctioneer

at the art fundraiser.

Why, because I'm loud, boisterous, and in your face?

Mm-hmm. - Sold to my wife

who knows me so well!

Why are we yelling?

That's how auctioneers get people to pay for art.

You have to get people to pay for Phoebe's art?

You're gonna need a lot more than yelling!

I see you found the 10-foot-pole

girls won't go near you with.

Whoa!

No, I'm going to vault myself into the Hiddenville Zoo

and then recruit a gorilla army.

I'll have my Evilgram followers back by midnight.

Ooh...

Mom's gonna be mad at you for that!

And you're gonna be mad at me for doing this.

- MAX: Ow!

Come on, Phoebe, you can make something better than Max

for the art auction!

Art powers, activate!

I've done it!

I knew if I just put my heart into it, I could create...

Mt. Suckamanjaro.

No one's gonna pay money for this.

They'll be too busy throwing up.

I feel like your art project looks.

Uh, rough night at the zoo?

Turns out gorillas really like playing

Max in the Middle.

Not giving up yet, Colosso.

I will post something devious to prove that I am not going soft.

Will that be before or after

your lilac-scented bubble bath?

Oh, I'm sorry, did the gorillas

use you as a soccer ball or me?

Max, you've gotta tell me how do you get your art ideas?

Do you think about them?

DO you not think about them?

Do you take bubble baths in front of Colosso?

Phoebe, my artistic brilliance

is not something that can be taught.

My art projects come from a place deep within my soul.

Here's your latest art project, Max.

I think Billy has keys to your soul.

I can't believe you've been using him to fetch art for you

from around the world.

Actually, I get them from a dumpster

behind the art school across town.

You're not an artist at all--you're a trash man.

Hey, Billy's a trash man.

I'm the guy that's gonna make more money than you

at the art auction.

How lazy, how despicable...

how quickly can you get me something better than Max's?

Don't do it, Billy.

Sorry, Phoebe, I work for Max.

Here's 20 bucks. - Sorry, Max, I work for Phoebe.

Wow, Max, that's a beautiful painting.

It really shows your sweet, sensitive side.

That's a problem--I'll fix it.

So you like girls with goatees.

Oh, Phoebe, take Max's vase

over to the masterpiece corner.

Um, actually, Ms. Matson, I made this.

Really? It's stunning.

Well, I take back everything I was saying about you

in the teacher's lounge. - Ha!

You might be giving Max a run for his money.

Well, I gave somebody money to run.

Going once, twice,

sold to Principal Bradford!

That's my cowboy auctioneer voice.

I can also do a fancy-pants auctioneer

if it pleases the principal.

It doesn't.

I'll be over there...

talking to the single moms.

Joyce, is that a new sweater?

Whaaat?

Something wrong, Max?

I'm just losing followers on Evilgram.

Aww, well, you've got lots of friends.

Sarah likes you.

What's that on her face?

Whole lot of crazy.

Thanks for the vase, Billy.

Sorry, Max, guess there's a new fake artist in the family.

It's dumpster art-- don't be too proud.

Actually, Phoebe's is from the museum.

Which reminds me, I gotta return it before they close.

That's a funny joke, Billy.

Please tell me that's a joke, Billy.

You said you wanted something better than Max,

so I went to the Hiddenville Art Museum.

What?!

Billy, you stole it from the museum?

Relax, Phoebe, it's not worth much.

The sign said it's priceless.

What's priceless

is the look on Phoebe's face right now.

Billy, "priceless" means it's really expensive.

Where do these words come from?

We could go to jail for stealing.

We've gotta get it back before the auction starts.

Let's get this auction started.

Yee-hoo!

We can't let anybody buy that vase.

How are we gonna fix this? - We?

This is a you problem,

as in you an art thief, girl.

All right, Billy, it's up to us.

As soon as I get that vase, you take it

and return it to the museum.

Good evening, parents, students...

Joyce.

I'd like to introduce the only parent

who would agree to be the auctioneer,

Hank Thunderman. -