All the President's Thunder-Men

- Ha, Phoebs, did you see how I stopped

that runaway refrigerator?

- It was on wheels and way lighter

than the piano I stopped, but great job.

Not bad for morning saves.

Wait! Phoebe, it's dinnertime.

- Max, for the last time, you have to look at the little hand,

not the--oh my gosh, it's dinnertime!

I had so much stuff I was supposed to do today.

Me, too.

- I have a history project to do.

And I have to find an outfit for the spring fling dance.

And I have got to sew a pocket into my cape,

because this isn't working out.

- Ever since we stepped up our game to impress

the Z Force, there's just not enough time to do everything.

- I know, I still have to-- - Quiet, Phoebe,

no one likes a complainer.

- Hey, kids, how are you? - Hungry.

Hello, sandwiches.

- Get your fingers off the finger foods!

Ow!

- What's with Sergeant Slap Hands?

- This was our old sidekick, Assista Boy.

- We told you tons of stories about him.

Oh, this is gonna be awkward,

but we never listen to your stories.

- He's currently between heroes, and came by to say hello.

- Well, actually, Electra's called me

to snake out the toilet.

I haven't taken care of a Thunder clog in years.

You work miracles.

Golly gee, Thunder Twins,

I hear that you two are Z Force contenders.

I bet you're gonna be great heroes just like your parents.

- Not today, pickle. - Oh.

How do I function without you?

- The only reason we were able to save the world

is because you took care of everything else.

- Yeah, he filed our paperwork, cleaned our super suits.

He even trimmed your dad's nose hairs.

Mm-hmm.

- Speaking of which, lot of hay in the barn.

Oh.

I exist...to assist!

- Whooo! -

I can breathe again!

Oh, I almost forgot.

I have presents for my favorite supes.

Oh.

Being helpful!

- Wait, so he just loves doing things for you?

Yes.

- And he's looking for a new job?

Yes.

We need him as our sidekick!

No!

- I stopped listening again, did they say yes?

I think they did!

No!

To have a sidekick means you two would have to share.

And sharing brings out the worst in you.

Since when?

- It's mine! - No, it's mine!

- It's mine! - No, it's mine!

- It's mine! - No, it's mine!

- Still waiting for you to make your point.

- Sorry, guys, in order for you to get a sidekick,

you need us to sign a Hero League permission slip.

- Sorry, guys, in order for you to get a sidekick,

you need us to sign a Hero League permission slip.

I'm just repeating what he says in case you didn't listen.

Thunder back!

I'm back with your gifts.

Oh, whoa, Assista Boy!

A day at the spa?

Not just any spa.

The Metroburg Super Spa.

Relax while you wax.

This is too much.

- Yeah, you're not even our sidekick anymore.

- Mm, but if you refuse my gifts,

it would turn me into a sad monster.

- Oh, whoa, no, nobody wants that.

We happily accept.

In fact, let's book our spa day right now.

No, I'll call for you.

If you don't get Cindy, it's a waste of a day.

It's not fair!

Assista Boy could solve all our problems.

We need him as our sidekick.

And he will be.

What?

I said, "And he will be."

'Cause I'm totally gonna get Mom and Dad to sign

that sidekick permission slip.

- What makes you think that'll work?

Oh, just tell me when you're done eating!

¶

Ladybug candy bars for sale!

Will you guys buy some?

- Sorry, but we're not allowed to take candy from strangers.

Billy, it's Chloe.

- I know, I just don't have any money.

- I'm the only one in my troop who doesn't

have a sweet tooth badge.

I'll never get it.

- How many customers have you had?

Just one.

- Hank! You can't bring a bunch of chocolate to the spa.

It relaxes me.

It's gonna melt in the sauna.

- Barb, you are just making it sound better.

- Alright, kids, we're off to the Metroburg Super Spa,

so we'll see you later.

Thunderman, getting pampered!

- Billy, we have to help our little sister

sell her candy bars. It's our duty.

You said doodie.

What?

- Don't worry, Chloe, we're gonna make sure you sell

your candy bars so you can earn that sweet tooth badge.

You're gonna help me?

Of course.

Now, your first problem is location.

Right, Billy?

I'm still laughing at doodie.

- In the meantime, let's find a place where people

are so desperate for food that they'll eat anything.

Doodie-ville!

No, Splatburger.

Splatburger!

¶

- Okay, I have 20 minutes to build a model London Bridge

for my history project.

Ah, fish and chips!

- Phoebe, I have a surprise for you.

Come in!

- I exist to assist! - Ha!

- Queen's crown, London Bridge has fallen down!

You did it!

How did you get Mom and Dad to sign the permission slip?

- Wasn't easy. I confronted them in the fancy spa

and explained how we're mature, hardworking supes

who can totally share a sidekick.

I can't believe that worked.

- It didn't, so I forged their signatures.

¶

¶ 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 ¶¶

- You faked Mom and Dad's signatures?

We can't have an unauthorized sidekick!

- But he's an amazing unauthorized sidekick!

- Mom and Dad are gonna ground us for life.

- Okay, the only reason why Mom and Dad won't let us have

a sidekick is because they think we can't share.

But we can prove them wrong by sharing Assista Boy.

Wait, why is he Assista Boy?

He's clearly a man.

Stay on track, Phoebe.

If we pull this off, we can keep him as our sidekick forever.

It's too risky, Max.

I'm just gonna tell him he has to go.

Homework's complete.

Time for a treat. -

I made brownies.

Oh, he's never leaving.

Right.

¶

Thanks! Have a nice day!

Cha-ching!

- I knew she just needed to be where people could see her.

Nobody with a heart can resist an adorable little girl.

- Stop stealing my customers, you diaper dork!

- Come on, Mrs. Wong, just let her sell her candy,

and then we'll leave.

- If I let her stay, then tomorrow

the gator scouts will show up.

Soon, everyone's eating candy bars

and not my overpriced food!

Everything on this side of that burger is my property!

So get lost!

You're right, we'll leave.

So long, losers.

Wait! Why'd you losers stop?

- 'Cause now we're not on your property.

Yeah!

I don't know what's happening.

- Everything on this side of that burger is public property,

which means Chloe can sell her candy bars,

and you can't do anything about it.