- Dinner is ready.
Nora, would you get Phoebe and Max?
- Sure.
Phoebe! Max!
Dinner!
- Not what I meant.
- Sorry!
- Oh, spaghetti and meatballs.
- Hey, Barb--
- Yes, Hank. I made you a giant meatball.
- [laughs]
see, this is why I love you.
And you're pretty and smart and all that stuff.
- Out of my way! I'm older.
- By 20 seconds.
- Best 20 seconds of my life.
- Got your meatball, Da--
ALL: Whoa.
- You weren't even looking.
How did you know that meatball was about to hit you?
- I-I don't know.
I-I just suddenly sensed a meaty danger.
- And a tingling sensation?
- Yeah. - You know what this means?
- Phoebe's a witch!
- Let's see if she melts.
- Whoa. Your sister is not a witch.
- Let's take a vote. Who thinks Phoebe's a witch?
- Actually, Phoebe's developing her thundersense,
the ability to sense danger right before it happens.
- It's the first step to becoming a great superhero.
- And she's already making the world safer for meatballs.
- Hey, since Max and Phoebe are twins,
that means Max has it too.
- Hey.
- Nope. No thundersense.
- Like I care.
I have things that Phoebe doesn't have.
- Like bad grades and dumb faces?
- Now, Max, there's no reason to feel bad or...
To make that face.
You'll get your thundersense eventually.
- Yeah.
The important thing to remember right now is,
I'm better than you.
- Now, Phoebe, that's not true.
I didn't get my thundersense till I was 17.
- When did you get yours, Dad?
- Oh, doesn't matter.
12.
- I'm fine, Mom.
I told you. I don't care.
- Maybe since Max was born 20 seconds after Phoebe,
he has it now.
Thump!
- Still no thundersense.
- Are you all right?
Shh. You're safe now.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ What you see ♪
♪ Is not what you get ♪
♪ Living our lives with a secret ♪
♪ We fit right in, bet you'd never guess ♪
♪ 'Cause we're living 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 ♪
♪ Living a double life ♪
- Oh, hey, Cherry.
- Hey, pheebs.
You--something's different about you.
- Maybe it's the spring in my step
that says I'm capable of doing great things.
- No, I think it's that your shirt's inside out.
- Guess you didn't sense that, did you?
- Thundersense detects danger, not inside out shirts
or brothers who forgot to brush their teeth.
- Nyah. - Nyah.
- Meh.
- [grunting]
- You need some help with that?
- Where I come from,
I am lifting three goats at one time!
Shoo!
Oh!
[mystical whooshing]
[cart rattling]
- [gasps]
[cart rattling and thumping]
[applause]
- Phoebe saved her!
- She is hero!
- It's almost like you knew it was gonna happen.
- Yeah. Almost.
[laughs nervously]
- Let's hear it for Phoebe!
[cheers and applause]
- What'd I miss?
- Is that sandwich making you feel better
about not having your thundersense, sweetie?
- It would if I had my fancy mustard.
Swoosh!
Thanks!
[thumping and clanking]
Do you really have to play golf right now?
- Hey, it's the only tee time I could get.
So what's with all the pity gifts
from dimples up there?
- My mom feels bad I don't have my thundersense,
so I'm gonna keep working her until I get this:
A 2,000 terabyte supercomputer with satellite connectivity.
And after Phoebe's big save today,
Mom will do anything to make me feel better.
- Sweetie, I'm sending you brownies!
- Thanks, Mom.
- Bravo, kid.
Way to make your complete lack of ability work for you.
Fore!
- No, no, no, no, no.
This means I have my thundersense.
I don't want my thundersense.
- Tough break, kid.
Looks like you're gifted.
- Coming down, honey.
I brought you some milk to go with your brownies.
Is there anything else you want?
Like a hug?
- Actually, there is something I wanted to tell you.
I'd like a 2,000 terabyte supercomputer
with satellite connectivity.
- Two hugs?
- I don't have my thundersense.
- But, Max, uh--
- [crying] I don't have my thundersense!
- Oh!
Okay, I'll get you a computer, okay?
- [crying]
- Hey, Phoebe! Come on.
Time for our weekly superhero training!
- Be down in a sec!
- Hey Dad, maybe I can just skip this week.
I'm dead weight without the thundersense,
and my thunderwear is starting to ride up in the back.
- Training might be what you need
to jump-start your thundersense.
And as for the wedgie,
you learn to live with it.
[horse whinny]
- Training mode activated.
[heroic music]
♪ ♪
- Now you stand on this platform blindfolded
and try to sense Billy and Nora firing tennis balls at you.
- Don't worry. We'll be gentle.
Crank it up, Billy.
- How's it going in here?
- We're just getting started.
Now focus, Max.
Really try and Rev up that thundersense.
Billy, Nora, fire when ready.
- Ah.
Golly, I wish I knew when these balls were coming--
Ow!
So I could avoid them.
Ow!
Ah!
- Aww, my poor brave little hero.
I'm just gonna put this new
and very expensive supercomputer down in your lair.
- Very what?
- Nothing!
- I got to see what's keeping Phoebe.
[horse whinny]
Be right back!
- Let him have it.
[mechanical boinging]
- Hey, don't aim at my head.
- You just caught the ball without seeing.
- No, I didn't.
- But you're holding the ball.
- No, I'm not.
- Now you're just gonna slide away to avoid more questions.
- Yes, I am.
- Come on, Nora.
Let's go see what he's up to.
[mechanical whir]
Hey!
- Oops. My hand must've slipped.
- Oh, I don't know, Cherry.
I wouldn't say "hero."
But you can keep saying it.
[laughs]
- [clears throat]
- Yes, "Fanatics for Phoebe"
sounds like a great fan club name.
Maybe we could--
- Bye, Cherry.
All right.
Now let's just talk about some basics.
- Well, actually, Dad,
I think I'm done with this training thing now.
I got my thundersense.
I'm finally worthy of this super suit.
- Don't get too cocky.
The thundersense can be tricky.
Sometimes it's hard to tell what the actual danger is
if you're not focused.
- Uh-huh, focused, got it.
- Hashtag Phoebe, over here.
- Dad, relax.
I've got this.
I saved someone today.
Do you have any idea what that feels like?
- Hi, I'm thunder man. Nice to meet you.
- I'm just saying, I'm ready for anything.
- Oh, really?
- See?
Ow!
- See?
- [scoffs]
What?
You think I have my thundersense.
That is the most outrageous, absurd thing I have ever--
You can't prove anything.
- I guess we were wrong, Billy.
Let's go upstairs now.
Stairs, stairs, stairs, stairs,
stairs, stairs, stairs, stairs, stairs...
[mystical whooshing]
- What are you lunatics doing?
- Proving you have the thundersense.
- Are you all right, baby?
Did they splash you?
- You've been playing mom to get stuff.
- All right, you got me.
I have a good thing going here.
Don't tell Mom.
- Oh, we won't,
so long as you have her get something we want.
- And what's that?
- A tangerine.
- I said, "a trampoline."
- Oh, that's much better!
- Be aggressive!
Be aggressive!
B-e a-g-g-r-e-s-s...
- Come on, pheebs, tell the story again.
ALL: Yeah, yeah.
- Come on, guys, it wasn't that exciting.
Hit it, Cherry.
[heroic music]
There I was, walking through the halls,
when out of nowhere,
300 pounds of self-serve TeX-mex destruction
came barreling down.
- It's true. I was there.
And that's when Phoebe ran--
- Tyler.
My story.
I instinctively knew what I had to do.
So I reached out and--
[mystical whooshing]
Excuse me a sec.
Talk amongst yourselves.
Time to save the day.
Pff, well, that's obvious.
Don't worry. I'll save you!
- Ow!
[all scream]
[all moaning]
- Oh, no! The head cheerleader!
- Oh!
- Oh, no! The star quarterback!
- Oh, no! My award-winning roses!
- You took out our star quarterback
and the cheerleaders.
- [crying] why?
- Why do you hate this school?
- How is the possible?
I sensed someone was in danger.
- [shrieks]
[all gasp]
- And that someone was Cherry.
Cherry, are you okay?
- Oh.
How could you do this?
Sorry, but everybody's mad at you.
You broke the whole school!
We're still besties.
Get out of my sight!
Call me later.
- Everyone at school hates me.
- Not everyone. Just the ones in the hospital.
- I'm so sorry about that.
How's your head?
- I'm fine.
It's just a little bump.
My hair covers it perfectly.
See?
- Ugh!
Sorry.
I thought I saw a spider on my bump--lump--floor.
[knocking on door]
- Phoebe, can I talk to you?
- I'm sorry, Cherry. Got to go.
- Me too. I got to get back to my walnuts.
Crunch!
- [sighs]
what do you want, Dad?
- You got to come out of your room sometime
and talk about this.
- What's there to talk about?
I turned a pyramid of cheerleaders
into a heap of broken arms and dreams.
- Like I said, the thundersense is tricky.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
- Yeah, well, what if instead of cheerleaders,
it was a pyramid of buses filled with orphans?
- Why are orphans stacking buses into a pyramid?
- No, no, no, the orphans aren't doing the stacking.
They're in the buses.
- Well, who's stacking the buses?
- Just forget it!
I don't want to be a superhero anymore.
I don't have what it takes.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's silly.
I'm coming in.
- Sorry, it's locked.
[lock clicks]
- Hey, hey, hey.
Looks like somebody's got their tele-k on.
Listen.
You've just lost your confidence.
You got to get right back on that super horse.
- There's not gonna be any super horses for me, Dad.
I'm done saving people.
[sighs]
Here.
- Your super suit?
- I'll never wear it again.
Well, except for the belt.
That'll go great with my orange top.
- Check it out.
Mom gave me a huge bowl of ice cream for breakfast.
And it's all yours.
- Ice cream?
I can get ice cream whenever I want.
Look at me. I'm adorable.
- Well, I'll take it.
- Leave it, Billy.
We didn't come this far for rocky road.
Now get us that trampoline,
or your supercomputer gets it.
- Hey, uh, Mom.
There is something else you could do
that'd help me cheer me up.
- What's that?
- Get a trampoline.
- A trampoline?
Oh, honey, I'm sorry, but I kind of spent
your college savings on the supercomputer.
[lasers zapping]
- Uh, please, Mom. I--
[crying] I don't have the thundersense.
- I know.
But how's a trampoline gonna--
- Ah, no one understands me!
- Oh, oh, oh, oh,
okay, okay,
I'll--I'll get you the trampoline.
- Thank you. Thank you.
Aye!
Love you so much. [laughs nervously]
- Aw.
- Okay.
I've got the perfect plan
to restore Phoebe's confidence.
- Stuffing her in a sack?
So weird.
I had the same plan!
- No.
We're gonna make her feel like a hero again with this!
[growls]
- Cool! We got a dog!
- No, it's a stuffed Badger.
We're gonna put it on Billy's arm
and pretend it's attacking him.
Phoebe freezes it, thinks she saved his life.
Boom!
Confidence restored.
- Isn't there a way of restoring Phoebe's confidence
without using road kill?
- [growls]
- It'll work. You'll see.
Now we just need to get Phoebe down from her room.
- Oh, I got it.
Phoebe!
There's a Channing Tatum movie marathon on!
Sweet cheese!
- Go!
- My arm!
[all shrieking]
- Oh, no!
Billy's being attacked by an angry Badger!
Phoebe, do something!
- Uh, uh, I'll save you, Billy!
Quick!
What's the number for animal control?
- Phoebe, a bloodthirsty varmint
is chewing on your brother!
- [screaming]
- Use your freeze breath!
[ice crackling]
Ha-ha-ha!
All right, Phoebe! - You did it!
- Let's hear it for our little hero!
- And what about me?
You think that kind of acting just happens?
- Acting?
- Uh, don't listen to Billy.
He's clearly confused with the rabies.
[ice crackling]
- This thing is stuffed!
- Stuffed with Billy arm.
- Hank, it's--it's over.
- Over because Phoebe saved the day!
- No, Hank.
- You guys staged a pity save?
- We just thought you needed a confidence boost
to help get your groove back.
- [sighs] well, now I feel worse,
thanks to your dead Badger lies.
Oh, well,
at least I have a Channing Tatum movie marathon to watch.
- Actually, Phoebe--
- My whole life is a lie!
- Oh.
- We did not think this through.
- All right, here's your trampoline.
Now where is my supercomputer?
- Billy threw it in the lake.
- What?
- Lighten up.
It's right behind you.
- Meanies.
- Step aside, Nora.
I need to get my bounce on.
[boinging]
Whee!
This is the best thing ever!
- Come on, get off, Billy.
It's my turn.
- No way!
This is too much fun!
Nora!
Help! I'm stuck!
- Uh-oh.
Phoebe!
Billy's stuck on the roof.
- Help!
- [sighs]
[claps]
Bravo, Billy.
I almost believed you were really in trouble.
You're such a good actor.
- Thanks for the compliment,
but I really am in trouble.
- Isn't your thundersense going off?
- Like that's reliable.
I know you're hiding somewhere, Dad.
You can save him yourself.
Oh, and in case you couldn't see me,
I did air quotes around "Save him."
- I'm gonna go find Dad.
You hold on!
- You think?
[mystical whooshing]
- Ugh, stupid thundersense.
♪ La, la, la, la ♪
I can't hear you.
- Ah! Somebody help me!
[mystical whooshing]
Ah!
- I got you.
I am so sorry I didn't believe you.
- It's okay.
I was the boy who cried, "Angry Badger."
- Oh, thank goodness, Billy. You're okay.
- Thanks to Phoebe.
I fell, and she saved me,
for real this time.
- Whoa, that's my girl.
- Now, Max, what was Billy even doing
on your trampoline in the first place?
- Well, this isn't my tram--
But hey, everybody, let's hear it again for Phoebe.
[applause]
- Max, I bought that trampoline to make you feel better
because you don't have your thundersense.
[metal creaks]
- [laughs nervously]
good news, family.
I, uh, got my thundersense.
Just now.
What a great day for all of us.
- Take it from the actor in the family:
no one's buying this.
- I can't believe you played me this whole time.
You can say good-bye to your supercomputer.
- But, Mom, Billy and Nora made me get the trampoline.
- Don't believe him, Mom.
Look at me! I'm adorable!
- Nice work, Phoebe.
- Nailed it! I told you I was the best.
I'm so ready to drop out of school and go full supe.
- [laughs]
that's not funny.
- It's kind of funny.
Look, Dad, I'm so sorry I got carried away.
I know I still have a lot to learn.
- And you will.
- Well, guess I need my super suit back.
You still have it, right?
- Yeah, about that.
I don't have laundry sense.
- Hank, why is this giant meatball in the fridge?
It fell on the floor.
- It's healing.
Refrigerator's like a hospital for food.
- Throw it away.
[touching acoustic guitar music]
- I can't quit you.
- You're not gonna take a bite out of that, are you?
- No!
That would be gross!
[school bell rings]
- Pheebs, hold up!
- Cherry, your hideous bump is gone!
I mean, hey, look at you.
- I know, right?
No more freak accidents for this gal.
[both laugh]
[air whistling]
- Do you hear a whistle?
[mystical whooshing]
[whistling grows louder]
- Cherry, duck!
- Where? I love ducks.
Ugh.
[groaning]
- Cherry, are you okay?
- Forget about me.
How's the duck?
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