The Amazing Rat Race

And now may the fastest rat win.

Hey, guys, we always do the fastest rat.

You know what really says rock and roll?

may the fattest rat win.

Maybe you should stop feeding him gravy.

Don't tell me how to raise my rat.

Who's a hungry baby, huh?

Oh, hey, guys.

I just booked DJ Astronaut for the big dance.

Oh, look, you already found dates.

Hey, the band couldn't agree on a new look, so we're deciding

what to wear by racing rats.

Couldn't you just talk it out?

But then what would we do with the rats?

If your band has a fashion emergency,

you should just ask me.

Here, what are you options?

Well, I want punk rock.

Scary skeletons. - Robots.

Nothing but puka shells.

Well, the good news is, no matter who wins you all lose.

Don't listen to her.

You're a winner, Danica Rat-trick.

And apparently a boy.

Gentlemen, start your rats!

Oh, hold on, mine's pooping.

All right, we're good.

On your mark, get set...

Rat race! -

Come on, Danica, run!

Come on, bring it home, big girl!

Do it for the robots!

Don't poop, run!

Yeah!

You know what this means, guys.

Initiating music mode.

Beep, bop, boop.

That's not how a robot dances, Max.

I'm not dancing.

My rat's loose in my costume.

And here's your ticket.

And your ticket.

And your--wait, am I supposed to be charging people?

Oh, no.

Don't worry, I'll get their money.

No.

No, I just got an email from DJ Astronaut.

"Dear mission control, I'm too sick to liftoff,

so I wouldn't be able to 'rocket' tonight.'"

Just because he used cute astronaut language

doesn't make it better.

What are we going to do?

The dance is ruined.

What? -

Uh, she's joking.

The dance is not ruined.

It's--it's gonna be off the chain...and the hook.

Even the handle.

It's gonna be off all the things.

Cherry, this is the biggest dance of the year.

If people find out I messed up the music,

they'll never forgive me.

I'll make them forgive you.

Okay, you can't keep solving problems with your shoes.

Wait, I think I just figured out a way to save the dance.

Hey, Max!

How would you and your band like to play the dance tonight?

Uh, yes.

Well, there's no pay. - Yes.

You'll have no time to rehearse.

What part of yes don't you understand?

Sweet-ious, this will get us out of playing

Gideon's mom's gas station.

Yeah, she was gonna pay us in gas and tire rotations.

Sorry, Gideon, but I'd much rather play for teenage girls

than truck drivers.

Lady truck drivers.

Ladies?

I'm changing my vote back to gas station.

Looks like we're split.

Only one way to settle this.

Oh, no.

Please don't tell me it's another-- - Fat race!

I know, it's rat race.

So, Max, ready to win that rat race?

Oh, we're not gonna win.

What?

He's never won.

If you weren't so adorable,

I'd be kicking you out on the streets.

But I need your band to save the dance.

Why would you even agree to race?

No choice.

Band rule number 77, in case of disagreement, rat race.

Your band has 77 rules?

Yeah, but rules 1 through 76 are rock hard, rock out,

rock your face off, rock--

I get it.

Well, we did some good gardening out there today, Nora.

We?

You just stood there in the shade.

It's called supervising.

And I did it without a chair.

Aw, who's this little, furry--ah!

Rat!

Ah...!

Max, you've got to keep that filthy thing out of the house.

Dad, she's right here.

And she has telekinesis.

Hey, Billy.

Hey, honey.

Hello, ice cream.

It's for Billy.

We decided that ice cream was better

than joining the track team.

You decided.

I wanted to join the team so I could super speed and win races.

Billy, if we're gonna live in Hiddenville, we all have to hide something.

Like Max and Phoebe's telekinesis

or your father's super strength or-- - Your mother's snoring.

Oh, you were talking about super powers.

I'm the fastest kid in the world, and no one knows.

I feel bad.

Ah, he'll come around.

He's learned two valuable lessons today.

Living in Hiddenville requires sacrifices

and never leave your ice cream unattended.

Let me show you all the hard work I did in the garden.

Interesting.

Billy wants to win races.

We've got a race to win.

Yeah, okay, but even your friends might notice

that Billy's not a rat.

He could be a rat if we shot him with the animalyzer.

Dad used it to turn Dr. Colosso into a rabbit.

We could use it to turn Billy into a rat.

If only we knew where it was.

I know where it is.

Wow, remind me never to tell you a secret.

Tell me where.

I can't.

Dad would kill us.

That thing is extremely dangerous.

It's the kitchen.

Why do I keep doing that?

Because you know it's the right thing to do.

When we were Billy's age,

we could use our powers whenever we wanted.

We didn't have to hide a thing.

You're right.

We'd be bad siblings if we didn't turn into a rat.

That's the spirit.

Now come on, Phoebe, make with the blabby blab.

It's in the top cabinet next to the frig.

Just grab the can of brussels sprouts and pull.

Ah, that felt good.

Brussels sprouts?

The animalyzer!

It's beautiful!

But how'd you figure that out?

Chips, cookies, brussels sprouts.

You picked brussels sprouts over chips?

They're like little baby cabbages.

Come on, name a cuter food.

Apricots.

Oh my gosh, yes, they're baby peaches.

And that is how you can use your powers to win a race

right here in Hiddenville.

A rate race?

We know it's not the same but--

It's even better.

And it takes care of two dreams at once!

You've dreamed of becoming a rat?

He agreed, let it go.

And don't worry, Billy.

The animalyzer can turn you back into a human.

To demonstrate, Max will now use it on me.

Not happening, Colosso.

But I want to be a man again.

Oh, he used to be a person.

All right, Billy, you have to promise not to tell mom and dad.

My rat gills will be sealed.

He knows what a rat is, right?

He's about to find out.

Oh, man, it didn't work.

You guys just made the room really big.

Yep, still Billy.

All right, Nora, are you ready to deal

with your fear of rats?

Why should I?

Isn't it normal to be afraid of rats?

Yes, but...you're a superhero, and you'll have

to face a lot of rat-themed villains someday--

Professor Pack Rat, Rat-a-tat-tat,

Tommy the Cheese Eater, Red-eyed Ricky.

Franken-rat, Rat-zilla, Rat-sophe--