Who's Your Mommy

This heatwave is the worst.

So hot.

It's like we moved into Dad's bellybutton.

No, no, I got this.

It's not like you guys can move things with your minds.

Let me help, Nora.

The hose goes over there.

All right, Billy, go turn on the water so we can

turn this room into our own private waterpark.

On it.

Hold on.

Nobody move.

Assessing, assessing.

Mm-hmm. Something's different.

Kids, why is the slide inside?

The slide!

We make a great team.

You know we wouldn't need this slide

if we just had a pool.

I want a pool.

Come on, Dad!

Okay, you can have a pool.

Seriously? Awesome.

Hank.

I'm the good cop, Barb.

Now you swoop in and shut this down.

Oh, okay, tell you what.

If you kids can help raise the money,

we'll chip in too and see what we can afford.

Oh.

Awesome. - Great.

Your bad cop needs work.

I can't wait for a pool.

Step aside.

I'm doing this.

Max.

I-I-I don't think you should be--

Whoo-hoo!

Oh!

My turn!

Billy, if I knew you were gonna make up an annoying song,

I never would suggested a--

Guys, this is gonna be great.

We'll make a fortunate selling our old junk, buy a pool

and then invite cute boys over for pool parties.

What is it with you and cute boys?

What?

It's not like I have an app on my phone that tells me

when there's one on our block.

He's cute.

I've had enough of this place.

Unbearable heat, unnecessary singing, Billy.

Jetpack, take me away!

Uh, I blame Billy.

Oh cool.

Comic books and action figures.

Oh, this isn't cool.

It's just mom.

No one's gonna buy this Electress stuff.

Mom never saved the world like Dad did.

Yeah, but she did other stuff like...

What did she do?

I don't know.

But Dad was out there stopping runaway trains,

taking down villains and inventing the cookie pie.

Is it a cookie? Is it a pie?

Only Dad knows.

It's both.

And that's why he's a national treasure.

I am so proud of you kids, chipping in,

working together as a family, learning songs.

What you got there, Billy?

I'm selling all my army men.

Well, almost all.

Not Sergeant Flargeant, he's my favorite.

Sergeant Flargeant?

Who's this?

Corporal Smorporal?

It is now.

Nora, you must really want a pool.

You're selling all your bows?

Yep.

Yesterday, it was so hot, my bow melted and stuck to my head.

It's a part of me now.

Oh, Phoebe, that's all my old Electress stuff.

You can't sell that.

No kidding.

What does that mean?

What do you mean?

I mean you can't sell that

because my actual Electra whip is in this box.

This is a very dangerous weapon.

If someone besides me uses this,

they would really hurt themselves.

What'll happen?

Their lights will turn off?

Got it, putting the box back.

Thank you.

Uh, honey, you kind of left out the part

where if your whip gets in the wrong hands,

it'll explode and take out half a city block.

And risk that info getting back to our supervillain son

voted "Most likely to take out half a city block"?

So smart.

Uh, you know, you really were something back in the day.

Back in the day?

I don't know why I say things.

He's cute.

Ooh, and he's right outside.

Oh, he is cute.

What is it gonna take

to put you in these old, dirty pants today?

Here's your bow.

You got a good one.

I wore it to my first circus.

It still smells like elephant and childish wonder.

Give it back, you monster!

I don't need your dirty bow money!

So...how are things going over here?

A lot of looky-loos, but nobody's serious.

I think I'll call it a day.

Nora, I know these bows mean a lot to you, but if you want

that pool, you're gonna have to make some sacrifices.

Can we sell Dr. Colosso?

He's never liked you, and now Billy's on his list.

Why don't you go upstairs, pick out the ones

you don't wear anymore and just sell those?

Okay.

What are you looking at?

I see you eyeing those old, dried up paintbrushes.

You a collector?

Save it.

I'm here for comics.

You got any, tank top?

I'm not wearing a tank top.

But you look like you got a bunch.

What I got a bunch of is comics,

but I'm not gonna sell 'em to some kid who calls me names.

I got 50 bucks.

Tank top will be right back.

Well, you know what they say.

One man's trash is another weird kid's 50 bucks worth of trash.

I need an app that finds cute boys

that don't ask me to pull their finger.

Oh, uh, mom, you didn't have to move the box.

I was totally gonna do it.

I didn't move it.

Oh, no, what if somebody took it outside to sell it?

That box isn't going anywhere 'til trash day.

What? - Coming!

If you like that box of garbage,

you'll love these dirty pants.

Hey, Max, have you seen that box of mom's old stuff?

Seen it and sold it.

What?

Max, that box had Mom's old Electra whip in it.

Oh, poor sucker, now he's gotta throw it out.

No, Max, it's her real whip.

It's super dangerous in a non-sups' hands.

You've gotta get it back.

Whoever bought it could get seriously hurt.

Luckily, I don't get too attached to my customers.

Hurt kid plus angry mom equals no pool.

No pool equals sad Max.

Hey, kid, get back here!

Wait, am I hurting the kid?

Just get the box back.

So did Max see the box?

Sure did.

Oh, good.

Did he put it back in the attic?

Would I be standing here avoiding eye contact

if Max didn't put the box in the attic?

Oh, oh, oh, time to beat the heat.

Oh, oh, freezy socks!

Hey.

Whatcha wearin'?

You told me to sell all the bows I don't wear.

But look, I still wear them all.

How did my kids get so weird?

Frozen thundies!

Uh, uh, uh.

Ah!

There's the nerd mobile.

This must be the place.

Yep, this is the place.

What do you want, hipster?

Look, I sold that box to you by mistake,

and I was wondering if I could get it back.