I'm Gonna Forget You, Sucka

*

Shhhh!

- Quiet. The whole world's gonna know I missed curfew.

It's gonna be your fault. - I missed curfew, too.

I was out trying to find a club that would let my band play.

- Oh, well, I missed curfew-- - Don't care!

- - Ow.

Go check if the coast is clear.

- Mom is right on the other side of that door

with her "waiting up" blanket.

We're in so much trouble. - You know what?

Why are a couple of supes sneakin' around anyway?

We should just man up, go in there,

and tell Mom what we think of her "curfew."

- You're right. We should handle this like mature adults.

Okay, Mom, I know we're late, but--

- What do you mean "we"? - Well...

- Phoebe, you're over an hour late.

Do you know how worried your father and I were?

Oh, television...

I don't have a care in the world when you're on.

- Do you know how worried I was?

Mother, shall we sit?

We shall not.

Mom, here's the thing--

I'm not a little kid anymore.

Heck, I'm the protector of Hiddenville.

If something went wrong, I would call myself.

- I know you think you can take care of yourself,

but I am still responsible for you.

Do you understand? - Not even a little bit.

So, I guess we'll agree to disagree.

- How about we agree to ground you for a week?

- Well, that escalated quickly.

Seriously? A week?

- Yeah. Why don't you call yourself and get outta that?

Come on, Mom!

- Would you guys please keep it down?

I'm trying to sleep.

Sorry, sweetie.

Phoebe, you're double-grounded for waking your brother up.

Oh?!

*

* 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 *

- There's nothing on.

Oh, Dad, do you need anything from the store?

I can go get it.

- Shhhh! I can't be seen talking to you.

You're gonna get me grounded. - Dad!

- Sorry, honey, but the only way you're gettin' outta here

is on a superhero mission.

Just, uh, watch some TV.

- TV's boring.

- Now you're bad-mouthing TV?

You deserve being grounded.

- Wait? All I need's a mission, huh?

Thunder Monitor, emergency call to President Kickbutt.

Calling Super President Kickbutt.

- Phoebe, this had better be important.

I'm having quiet time at home.

- Simone, turn that song off, please!

- Uh, I was wondering if you had a mission for me?

- Phoebe, this is my one day off a month.

I just want some peace and--

- Simone! -

- Oh, look, a mission just came across the wire.

The Hero League wants you to

take Simone off my hands for the evening.

Oh, uh, that sounds--

- Good. I'm sending her to you right now.

Oh, hey, Phoebe!

Mom, you can't keep doing that!

You're Phoebe's mission now.

Super President Kickbutt... out...

- I hope your parents are cooler than mine.

- They are not--which is why we are leaving.

- Oh, hey, Simone. What are you doing here?

She's my "mission."

Super President Kickbutt wanted me to take her out.

It sounded very serious-- there were beeps.

Super President Kickbutt, huh?

Okay, well, you can go on your little mission,

but if you don't make curfew tonight,

you're gonna be triple-grounded.

Three weeks?

Those are Max numbers.

Enjoy your mission.

You're on "Mom Time" now.

- Moms, am I right? - Totally useless.

Now wait here, I'm gonna go put on

this really cute outfit she bought me yesterday.

Hi, Max.

- Well, well, well, if it isn't Simone Kickbutt--

-er Cumberbatch.

Guys, this is Simone, a completely normal teenager

whose parents are totally unimportant.

- Any relation to Mike Kickbutter-Cumberbatch?

No, no relation.

So, what are you doing here?

- She must have heard about our first club gig--

which we booked just in time.

We had a pact that if we didn't

play a club by tonight, we'd break up.

- Speaking of breaking up, Max,

is your mom still with that dude?

You mean my dad?

Not cool, Gideon.

- Wolfgang?

- Sure, I'd love to see you guys play.

I've been to Germany.

- Okay, uh, well, I just texted you the address.

- And I am definitely not texting Barb the address.

- You really seem to be enjoying that cocoa.

- Oh, I finished it five minutes ago.

I'm just trying to wait them out.

Okay, you win. What's with the costumes?

- It's not about the costumes.

We're here on business.

- Yeah, it's o-fish-ial business.

- What this clown fish is trying to say

is we want a pet.

- Oh. - Oh, ho, here we go.

You guys have tried this song and dance before.

- Not this one. Hit it, Billy.

* Buy us a pet

* Be the best guys ever

* Buy us a pet

* It's meow or never

* What we're trying to say

* In our adorable way is

* Buy us a pet right now

Seriously? Nothing?

- I'm sorry, but you guys are just not ready for a pet...

or Broadway.

- That's right. It's a huge responsibility.

- We were afraid you would say that,

and we would like to counter with this...

Pwease, Mommy, Daddy?

- Oh, ho, ho, ho. - Oh...

Must...fight...cuteness.

- All right, listen, why don't you guys

take care of Dr. Colosso for the weekend?

If he says you're responsible pet owners,

then...we'll...get ya a pet.

- NORA, BILLY, CHLOE: Yay!

- Sorry, Barb, but you knew adorable children

were a risk when you married me.

- Simone, I'm telling you, Splatburger is not a club.

It's barely a restaurant.

That is now a club.

I can't believe Mrs. Wong

would turn her restaurant into a nightclub.

She didn't...

I did!

Welcome to Club Splatz.

Why is it always you?

- Well, since I couldn't find a club

that would let our band play, I opened my own,

and when we rock out tonight,

our band won't have to split up.

- So, you just broke into Splatburger?

- How dare you!

I stole the key. - Hm...

You guys have fun now.

All right, we should go.

Your mom would not like you partying at an illegal club.

- Yeah, because she worries too much--

just like your mom.

- Tell me about it. I'm triple-grounded?

I am a superhero, dang it.

Great! Then we're staying.

Simone, out!

Wait!

I can't miss curfew, so meet me at the door at 10:00.

Got it. Now I'm out.

- Okay, just please don't hit me with your--

hair.

- "And then the wicked witch

"put the pretty princess to sleep forever and ever...

The End."?

- Ha! I love evil fairytales.

- Enjoy your healthy vegetables, Colosso.

Well, isn't that lovely.

Huh! -

I don't want that garbage!