Winter Thunderland

Christmas? Again?

Everyone bein' nice, singin' songs,

eatin' figgy pudding.

Hey, it's still a week away,

so you've got plenty of time to get your figgy on.

Never. I will fight Christmas as long as I live.

It's the number one supervillain rule,

followed by never help old people.

Tsk. You can't defeat the spirit of Christmas, Max.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Nice job, Phoebe.

You've definitely outdone yourself.

Okay, we get it.

Billy's even helping me make sure we have a white Christmas.

Yep. Check out my snow dance.

Make it snow! Make it snow!

Make him stop. Make him stop.

Sorry, Nora, the forecast says no snow

and Billy's awesome dance moves aren't gonna change that.

But it's our holiday tradition.

It's not a Thunderman Christmas

if we're not all together playing in the snow.

Don't worry, Nora.

I'm sure it'll still feel just like the holidays.

Yeah, that's right, but just to help...

I arranged a Secret Santa gift exchange.

Now all you have to do-- - HANK: Ooooh!

I like that. - Just do that, I guess.

I got Mom! - BARB: I got Max!

I got Phoebe!

Sweet! I got myself.

I can't wait to see what I get me.

All right, fine, um...

I got, uh, Dad. - HANK: Oh!

Which means Max, you got...Nora.

You're going down, Nora.

Does anybody wanna switch with me?

Okay.

You know what, Nora?

I'm gonna keep our family tradition alive.

How does snow from Mount Fuji sound?

It's blizzard time!

The snow turned into water.

It's a Christmas Miracle!

It's already Christmas Eve, Max,

and you haven't asked me about my mistletoe hat.

I'm sorry, buddy.

What's this cry for attention about?

Well, normally, I hate Christmas.

But this year I'm using it as an excuse

to get a smooch from...

your mom!

Colosso, my mom can't stand you.

Well, if she kisses your dad,

I've gotta be in the game.

Hey, what's with the old cottage cheese in a box?

Well, Nora wants a white Christmas.

So I'm givin' her one.

Though it may be green and stinky

by the time she opens it. - COLOSSO:

One day, I'm gonna find that tree, chop it down,

and make a partridge/pear pie.

Max, you're such a Scrooge.

Oh, Phoebe, you say the sweetest things.

Oh, Barb, can you help me out?

Something's in my eye.

Fine. Let me look.

Uh-oh, look who's under the mistletoe.

You have to kiss me!

You got me.

Close your eyes.

-

Playin' hard to get, huh?

Me likey.

Uh, Dad, what's with the giant block of ice?

I can't wait to lick it!

No! No, no, no, no, no. It's not for licking.

It's for... What is it for, Hank?

Nora was right about keeping

our Thunderman holiday tradition.

All I need to do to make it snow is get this

block of ice up into the pouffy clouds.

That plan sounds pouffy.

Don't worry, Dad. I believe in you.

Thank you, Nora.

Thunderman, away!

-

Why doesn't he ever use the same hole?

Ha! Ha! Ha!

That should do it.

Get ready for snow! -

Well, you tried your best, Dad.

You can stop licking it now, Billy.

Actually, I can't.

Oh, stupid Phoebe...

trying to give me the stupid Christmas spirit!

Stay out of my lair!

I tried to stop her, Max.

But Christmas is strong in that one.

I'm gonna drown out this holiday cheer

with some soothing sounds.

-

- Much better.

-

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You should like totally wake up, Max Thunderman.

Mom? Dad? Phoebe finally snapped!

As if? I'm not "Pheeba"!

I am the Spirit of Christmas Past.

Go away. -

How did you do that?

I told you I'm not "Pheeba."

I've come to show you

that all your lame ideas to ruin Christmas have failed.

Like royally.

Okay, Spirit of Christmas Past,

exactly when in the past was that outfit cool?

The '80s, barfbag.

Now, come see how bogus you've been in the past.

I've always ruined Christmas and I always will.

You're right. Go back to bed.

Psyche! -

Hey, this is our old home in Metroburg.

No duh!

There's you and "Pheeba" with your parents

on your very first Christmas.

It was the first lame gift you tried to give them.

Merry Christmas, Phoebe. - BABY PHOEBE:

Merry Christmas, Max. - BABY MAX:

Barf!

Oh, I'm good. Direct hit.

Take that, Christmas.

Keep watching.

Hank, he said my name.

Max's first word was "Barb!"

No, no, no, no, no. I said "barf."

I totally heard "Barb."

This is the best Christmas gift ever.

Say what you want, but I still barfed on her.

That Christmas was ruined

just like I ruined every other Christmas.

Did ya?

You bet your jingle bells, I did.

Tsk. Well, let's go scope it out, McFly.

Hey, if you keep doing that,

I'm gonna "Barb" all over you.

Hey, this was our last Christmas in Metroburg--

all because of me.

Don't just stand there.

Open your presents.

Cool! Prehistoric poo.

Billy, it's a lump of coal.

Ugh! Gross! Ugh!

Ha! Merry Christmas, suckers!

What could have gone wrong this time?

I crushed the Christmas spirit so hard,

we had to move.

Well, you're like sort of right,

but like mostly wrong.

I have an idea.

Hand me your coal, everyone.

That's the biggest diamond

I've ever seen--we're rich!

Well, we're not rich, but...

maybe there's enough here for us to retire on

so we can spend more time with the kids!

We could move to the suburbs

and give them a normal childhood.

I hear Hiddenville is great.

Oh, it'll be great to get Max away from

all the supervillains here in Metroburg.

Christmas spirit rules!

Thanks, Max!

Don't thanks Max.

BARB, HANK, PHOEBE: Best Christmas ever!

How is this possible?

Now do you see how you're like totally wasting your time

trying to kill the Christmas spirit?

It'll always turn your bad gifts into good gifts.

So, you might as well just give Nora a good gift.

Or I get Nora no gift at all.