Stealing Home

Okay, Thunder fam.

Everybody get excited because we are all going to--

Even better.

We're going shoe shopping!

- Oh, you guys are gonna have to go

without me and Phoebe.

We have superhero training in the house today.

Training in the hiz-house.

Yeah. I won't do that again.

- I thought you guys already finished

this week's training.

- Yes, but we have bonus training.

- Yeah, this one's an elective extra credit session

where I get to learn how to-- - Ugh, we got it, super nerd.

Oh, I have training, too.

Band training.

Working on a new song called Later Losers!

You'll hear it later...losers.

- Okay. Well, everybody who's not training head to the car.

I'm buying some shoes-oos.

And that's how you do it.

Now, Phoebe.

Today's bonus training requires focus and hard work...

which is why we're at the movies instead.

I can movie hiz-house--

And, technically, we're still training.

A time to field test your food tossing abilities.

Direct hit.

Shh!

- We're training here! - We're training here!

*

- * 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 *

- When I heard they were making a movie out of a board game,

I had my doubts.

But those hippos sure were hungry.

And the best part is,

Mom will never know we left the house.

Unless she sees we've been robbed.

Please tell me you moved all the furniture.

- Do you really think I would do housework

unless I was forced?

- No. How are we gonna fix this before Mom gets home?

- That's the next part of your training, Phoebe.

You're gonna figure out how to fix this

before Mom gets home.

And...go.

Whoa.

- Why does it look the old west puked on Splatburger?

Yippee-ki-yay, Thunder-dorks.

Are you here for the contest?

- For least likely to pull off the cowboy look?

'Cause, you already won.

No, Barbara.

I'm having a contest to promote my new Southwest burger.

Whoever keeps their hand on a cactus the longest wins.

- You'd have to be a real sad sack to sign up for that.

- The winner stars in a Splatburger commercial.

We're in.

- Good. This might be your family's only shot

at being in a commercial.

They don't usually let ugly people on TV.

She's right, guys.

This is once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

for ugos like us.

- But Wong only said the last person standing

is the winner.

Well, that's okay.

We're a family.

If one of us wins, we all win.

Attention.

We're starting, you pathetic fame seekers.

Put your hands on a cactus.

Don't worry, I had the needles removed.

Ow!

Oh! Guess I missed a few!

You're out, pigtails.

- I can't believe they took the couch.

I spent years carving out the perfect butt groove.

Oh. I wonder if

the Thunder monitor saw anything.

What about the pizza that was inside that box?

This is the worst day of my life.

It's gonna get a lot worse when mom finds out

we lied to her about training and let someone steal

all of our insanely bright colored furniture.

Son, we were robbed.

And, yes, they took the pizza.

Animals!

But that's impossible.

You guys were home training all day.

- Yes. Because that was not a lie.

- Why does it smell like movie popcorn?

T-t-t-that's not popcorn.

That's dad's cologne.

- It's a butter-based European scent.

Labouteire.

- Stop it, I saw you two at the movies!

Fine, Max. You busted us.

But we've got a bigger problem.

We've gotta find the thief that stole our stuff.

You're looking at him.

You don't want Mom to bust you,

but for you to get your furniture back,

you have to become my personal assistants.

He's got us, Phoebe.

All right.

Well, hey, at least he's not making us wear weird outfits.

- Oh, you have a run in your pantyhose.

I'm not wearing pantyhose.

Silence, servants!

Phoebe you're my butler, so make my bed.

Chop, chop!

Move your butt...ler!

- And how about some fresh paper, Chantel?

That's my new name for you.

Ah-ah, I want it shredded... like your dignity.

Mommy, I'm hungry.

Okay, well you can eat, honey.

We just can't let go of this cactus.

So just press the buttons and order for yourself.

So much power.

Okay, everyone.

Raise your hand if you're having fun.

You dummies are out!

- Mrs. Wong just eliminated most of our competition.

We're in the final four.

- All we have to do is outlast that guy.

I am not just any guy.

I am professional commercial actor Raul.

That is my cousin.

I pay him to follow me everywhere.

His name is Gustavo.

That is Gustavo's cousin.

We are a very talented family.

- Ready to win the contest, Raul?

Any one of us could win the contest.

Fat chance, Barbara.

Raul's going to win.

He's been training for months for this.

- My calves are like the trunk of the mighty redwood

that peppers the Cali coast.

Ah.

- You may have rigged the contest

with a guy whose calves can crack a walnut.

Gracias, chiquita.

- But the Thundermans will not go down without a fight.

Fine. Waste your time.

But Raoul will be the last man standing,

because he's a certified beefcake.

It's true.

This is gonna be hard, guys.

I'm a beefcake, but I'm not certified.

Great job, ponies. Break!

Silence!

We didn't say anything.

You're breathing too loud.

Okay. Look, Max.

We played all your stupid little games,

now just tell us where you put all our stuff.

- I can't believe that two of the best superheroes

in the world couldn't find

their own furniture under their noses...

in the garage.

It's empty!

"It's empty."

It's empty!

Guys, our stuff is really stolen.

Animals!

Max!

Where is all our furniture?

Uh, it's right there.

I'll get him.

Thunderman, away!

- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Now where was that hustle when I was on the rickshaw?

- Okay, somebody else must have known

the stuff was here.

Did anyone help you move it into the garage?

- Yeah, but it was someone I trust.

My buddy Chainsaw.

- You mean Chainsaw the seven-foot thief

who stole our microwave?

No, trust me. It wasn't him.

He's given up his life of crime.

He just opened a coffee shop called Game Of Scones.

- Guys... your mom will be home soon.

We gotta go down there and see if Chainsaw has our stuff.

Fine. To the rickshaw!

No?

I miss having servants.