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We are home from work.

Yeah, not too excited to see you either.

Mother and son in matching outfits.

Oh, I don't have anything, that joke tells itself.

Well, we won't be matching for long,

starting tomorrow, I'll be wearing a Round-Up vest!

Thanks to my amazing customer service skills,

I got promoted to shift supervisor.

Wow, from supervillain to supervisor,

your life is right on track.

Wait, so if Jake got promoted, doesn't that make him your boss?

Mm-hm.

You have to take orders from your kid!

Laugh all you want, I'm fine with it.

Sure you are, Mom.

She's just letting us think she's fine with it,

so no one will blame her when he goes missing.

No, I'm serious, Jake is my son,

I'm very happy for his success.

It's OK to be mad, Mom, by promoting me,

our manager basically said I'm better than you.

His words, not mine.

Hey, trust me, I'm just happy to have a job

I can actually keep that I don't completely hate.

Wow, you're really learning to look at the bright side.

Who are you and what have you done with my mother?

Jake, your new promotion

comes with a lot of responsibility.

Are you sure you have what it takes to enforce the rules

and discipline your employees?

I'll try my best, Mr. Ruffin.

You'll try?

What do you mean, you'll try?

Did I make a mistake promoting you?

'Cause if this doesn't work out, it's gonna reflect badly on me

and I'm the Chief Chimichanga!

No, don't worry, you can count on me, Mr. Chimichanga,

I mean, Mr. Ruffin...

sir.

I'm already starting to regret this.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, don't you "Hey, Mom" her, she's late

and as her supervisor, that's a reflection on you.

Go write her up.

You want me to write up my mom?

Do I smell weakness?

No, half a bottle of cologne, maybe.

We're not there yet, OK.

I'll go talk to her.

Mom, you're five minutes late.

Oh, sorry, I got pulled over.

Apparently, stop signs are not optional.

Look, late is late, we do have rules.

Luckily for me, you're the supervisor.

Thanks for having my back, Chief.

Wait, so you think because you're my mom

and I'm the supervisor, you can just skirt the rules?

No, I would never take advantage of your authority.

Hey, Mom, I'm ready for those free tacos.

Amy, not in front of the supervisor.

Oh, we're taking that seriously now?

This is exactly what I mean,

you assumed because I'm in charge,

you can give Amy free tacos.

No, actually, that was my assumption and it's happening.

No one's getting free tacos,

unless they can identify the mystery meat.

Mom, I'm writing you up.

I'm supposed to make sure all employees follow the rules

and that includes you.

Fine, understood.

OK, come on, give her a break, everyone makes mistakes

and if you're gonna be that tough on Mom's job performance,

I'm gonna be just as tough on yours.

You don't even work here.

Hm, no, but I am a customer,

so every time you do something that I don't like,

I'm gonna fill out one of these comment cards,

that'll be seen by your boss.

You wouldn't.

What else have I got going on?

Mom, what are you doing?

Oh, well, this old grill has been acting up

and taking forever to cook the food,

so I'm just using my power to speed things up!

Stop, you can't do that!

Why not? Doesn't getting the orders out faster

make you look like a better supervisor?

No, the empty briefcase I brought in today

makes me look like a better supervisor.

Look, the grill is perfectly fine, as part of my duties,

I checked all the equipment at the beginning of my shift.

-Everything OK over here? -Couldn't be better.

Oh, I don't know,

I think there's always room for improvement.

But why talk about it when I can just fill out

one of these comment cards?

Have at it, it'll be a welcome change

from the usual crumpled napkins

and nasty comments from my ex-wife.

Don't get up,

I'll just let myself in.

Great, while you're at it, can you let yourself back out?

What's with the attitude?

Oh, did you finally realize the whole Chosen One thing

means nothing to anyone but you?

No, I have a fever.

Oh, great, does that mean you're gonna start being all needy?

I mean, ah, what can I get for you, sick child?

Don't worry, Colby, I'll make you some soup

and you'll feel better in no time.

Well, that may work for normal people,

but not with us supervillains,

when we get a fever, we don't just feel sick,

our powers start to randomly glitch.

I think you're underestimating my chicken noodle game.

No, he's right, once the glitches kick in,

you can't stop them.

Last time Jake was sick,

his super-strength tore every door off its hinges.

It was a good month for the handyman.

Colby, you're not leaving the house

until your fever breaks.

Hartley, I'll take my soup in a bread bowl.

I'll keep you company.

Ooh, we can look at photos from my last Sunshine Club event.

We had a Good Deeds contest, guess who won?

Everyone. Because we all win when we do good deeds.

Can you do a good deed for me now and leave?

Sorry, it's the fever talking.

Uh, what was that?

That's what I'm talking about, his powers are glitching.

It's pretty funny, huh?

No, it's not funny!

Your son looks like an indecisive ghost.

Yeah, that's why it's funny.

I can't answer any questions.

But if a lady named Marion shows up looking for me,

tell her I moved to Cleveland!

What are you two doing?

And in case you're wondering, that's not how to hide a body.

Are you all right? You look pasty.

I'm sick.

Oh, "sick" meaning "cool" like the kids say,

I'm down with the hip slang.

No, sick as in sick.

Sick, sick?

Oh-oh, well, then what are you touching me for?

I gotta go, just remember, if Marion shows up, Cleveland.

And if she brings her Doberman, Trixie,

well, y'all better run.

Uh, uh, Grandma, wait!

You haven't seen the pictures

from my latest Sunshine Club event!

-Hartley, I don't have time for this. -Just take it!

What's going on and where are my grandma's legs?

My transference power must have glitched

and given her my invisibility when she fist-bumped me.

Oh, no, look!

OK, I know this is bad,

but how can you not think that's funny?

Just a minute!

Mom, look at this line, what's the hold-up?

I told you, the stupid grill is slowing everything down.

Oh, you're welcome to help, you know,

instead of pointing out the obvious.

If you had just let me use my power...

You don't need to use your power,

you just need to pick up the pace.

Don't worry, everyone, your orders will be out shortly.

Amy, what are you doing?

Oh, well, I realized it was too much work

for me to fill out all these comment cards by myself,

so these unhappy customers are gonna help me.

Jake, we might have a problem.

Oh, what did you do?

That's J-A-K-E Madden with two Ds, you're welcome.

I can't believe this happened on my shift.

Hey, don't beat yourself up, I mean,

some people just aren't lower middle management material.

I told you not to use your powers.

Now Mr. Ruffin's gonna fire me!

I didn't and I'm sure he'll understand.

What the?

Madden! In my office! Now!

Oh, wait, before you go,

since all the tacos were basically torched in the fire,

now can I eat them for free?

I'm gonna take that as a "yes."

That's it, Hartley,

I'm done with your Sunshine Club pictures.

All these happy faces

are starting to shake my faith in humanity.

What's wrong?

Uh, n-nothing!

As long as you don't think anything's wrong,

I don't think anything's wrong, nothing's wrong, ah!

This is bad, Celia is scary enough when we can see her.

Yeah, gives a whole new meaning

to the phrase, "silent but deadly."

Hartley.

What is going on with you people?

Why are you acting all jumpy?

Wouldn't you be more concerned,

if we were acting calm around you?

Good point, I do pride myself on giving people nervous tics.

Colby, I can't take much more of this.

Get your power back!

Yeah, ah... hey, Celia, how about another fist-bump,

you know, for old time's sake?

Old time being 45 minutes ago.

I'm not touching you again, sicky!

Thanks for the sympathy.

I don't believe in sympathy,

that's just something the hippies made up.

There has to be a way to trick her into fist-bumping him.

I got it! Hey, Grandma!

Ah, Colby's been thinking about getting into boxing.

Him? He'll get eaten alive.

Well, then, ah, why don't you give him a few pointers?

You know, ooh, show him how you knocked out Muhammad Ali.

You knocked out Muhammad Ali?

Not in the ring, at a Black Friday sale

and you best believe I got that TV.

Let's go, slim, on your feet.

Just try to find a way to connect with her fist.

Learned this one from the nuns in grammar school.

Ow!

Aw, poor baby!

Don't order the special if you can't eat the whole thing!

It didn't work.

Your fever must still be preventing you

from controlling your powers.

Are we done here?

I need to get ready for my date with Robert.

Robert, Chief of Police Robert or sandwich shop Robert?

I don't know a sandwich shop Robert.

That's what I was afraid of.

Um, Grandma, wait!

Ah, I mean, you don't need to get ready for a date,

because you already look beautiful.

Oh, Hartley, stop.

But don't really stop, keep going.

Oh, she's right, Celia, you don't look half bad.

Celia, will you excuse us for a minute?

What are we gonna do?

We can't let Robert see her like that.

You gotta call him and cancel that date.

Good news!

Robert just texted, and he's gonna pick me up here.

-He's on his way. -Now?

Yeah, and I can't wait to see him!

Yeah, well, he may have to wait to see you.

Well, on the bright side,

your workstation is burnt to a crisp,

so it looks like you'll have tomorrow off.

Hey, Jake, how did it go with Mr. Ruffin?

Badly. Not only is my promotion on the line, but so is my job.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

Then maybe you should step up and admit the fire was your fault.

Hey, look,

I'm not confessing to something I didn't do.

You're my supervisor, when you told me to stop using my power, I did.

Then how do you explain the fire?

I think it was the grill.

The grill. It's always the grill.

You know, lying has always been in our villain blood,

but I never thought you'd do it

when it comes to your son's job being on the line.

Jake, I'm only gonna tell you this one more time,

the fire was not my fault.

I don't believe you.

And as your supervisor, you've left me with no other choice.

Mom, you're fired!

Mom, wait. Look, I'll talk to Jake.

We'll find a way to get your job back.

Thanks.

This is much deeper than just a job.

My own son doesn't trust me.

I can't believe you fired your own mother,

the woman who gave you life.

The woman who defended you when the rest of the family voted

to move and not tell you where we were going.

-When did that happen? -Multiple times.

She's always had your back. How could you not have hers?

Amy, she clearly started the fire.

Just once, I wish she didn't use her powers to take shortcuts.

She undermined my authority.

You have taco stand authority, not actual authority.

Come on, Jake, Mom finally finds a job she doesn't hate

and then you fire her?

Well, what was I supposed to do?

I don't know, maybe give her the benefit of the doubt?

Amy, do you think my boss is gonna give me

the benefit of the doubt?

This job means a lot to me.

Yeah, well, it meant a lot to Mom too.

Well, I know how the fire started.

Mr. Ruffin, don't worry,

-I already took care of-- -It was the grill.

I'm sorry, it was the what now?

The grill. The wires were frayed.

How did you not catch that during your inspection?

I don't know.

Those wires looked like that when I started here.

Are you trying to put the blame on me?

-No. -You're a wise man.

But, since I'm your manager, guess I'll have to take the hit.

-So you're getting fired? -No.

And why do you seem so happy about that?

Look, just don't ever let anything like this happen again.

-Yes, sir. -Good.

Uh, where's Eva?

Oh, I might have fired her.

You fired your own mother?

Oh, that's cold.

Hartley, you've gotta cancel Celia's date with Robert.

If he sees her going invisible, he's gonna ask questions.

And once I turn the rest of you in,

I'm gonna be a very lonely man.

You spend half of your days tinkering with toys in the basement.

You're already a lonely man.

Fine! But if my grandma finds out and disowns me,

I'm moving in.

Absolutely. Happy to throw a pillow on the porch.

Hello?

Uh, hi, Robert!

Uh, my grandma can't make it tonight.

She's not feeling well.

I'm going to jail! I'm going to jail!

What are you talking about? I'm looking right at her.

Uh, sorry, wrong Robert. Bye!

What a gentleman!

He turned on the sirens in his police cruiser

and blew through every stop sign just to get here faster!

He's a keeper!

How about I go in the kitchen and whip you up a snack?

Just don't disappear for too long.

This guy...

Colby, go help my grandma, and do not let her in here

until you've gotten your power back.

So, Robert, uh, what do you and my grandma have planned

for your date tonight?

Well, first, a fancy dinner,

then maybe a romantic walk by the lake.

Of course, most of our walks end with me busting perps,

and your grandma hold them down.

Right.

Um, will you excuse us?

Did he just turn invisible too?

I bet Celia gave him the power when they hugged.

Colby's fever glitch must have made it transferable

by any kind of touch!

Hurry up! I'm running out of ways to keep her in here.

Hey, Colby!

And he's a floating head.

Never mind, your problems are way worse than mine.

We cannot let my grandma see him.

OK, I have an idea. You go into the kitchen

and help Colby keep your grandmother busy.

If I can touch Robert, maybe I can transfer the power to me,

and I can give it back to Colby when his fever breaks.

So, Robert,

tell me, what kind of perps are you arresting these days?

And exactly how lenient are you being on them?

Nothing like fresh-squeezed lemonade for my man.

I squeezed the lemons myself.

You know, some people say I have the grip of a bodybuilder.

Hmm, I don't doubt that.

I've seen you doing one-handed pull-up.

But, but, hey, maybe everyone would like some lemonade.

Then maybe everyone should make it themselves.

Here I come, honey bun!

Grandma, wait, I...

-Now what do we do? -I know what I'm gonna do.

Grab some ice and go get some lemonade.

Wait, the ice. That's it!

Maybe we can use it to break your fever faster.

But then my lemonade will be warm.

Not if you drink it in the freezer!

Back off, spiky!

We don't play those games.

-Why don't we see what's on TV? -Yeah.

What are you doing?

Uh, you're a cop. I've just always wanted to touch one.

I heard that.

That's how this fire got started.

-Um-hmm. -Oh, no!

Please tell me you have good news.

Colby's fever broke!

Which means I'm back in control.

Well, don't just stand there. Hurry up and fist bump Robert.

But, hey, heads-up,

the excuse of really wanting to touch a cop, off the table.

'Sup, Robert?

My man!

Let's go, Robert.

You're gettin' a little too friendly with these people.

-Have a good night! -Enjoy your date!

I'm drinking your lemonade!

Ah, yes! We did it!

Wait, are you sure you got your powers back?

-Yup, I'm back! -Great!

Now you can finally look at those Sunshine Club photos I wanted to show ya.

Oh, no, he went invisible!

Are his powers glitching again?

Nah, he just ran out the back door.

Uh-oh, the boss is here.

I better scoop this ice cream perfectly,

or I might get fired from the house.

Mom, I'm sorry I accused you of starting the fire.

It was unfair, and in the end, it turns out it wasn't you.

So, yay, you're off the hook. Have a great night!

Uh... Whoa.

And, so it wasn't my fault, whose was it?

Does it really matter? I mean, blame is such a vicious cycle

-that can go round and round-- -It was your fault!

Yes. Yes, it was.

I wasn't thorough when inspecting the equipment,

so I'm the one to blame.

Say it a little louder

for the people in the back?

I should've just trusted you.

You were the only one who supported me.

Even when you used your powers, you were only trying to help,

because you care about this job just as much as I do.

And I fired you for it.

Oh, Jake, my love, we all make mistakes.

That's for sure.

He's got 500 nasty comment cards coming his way to prove it.

Too soon?

Look, the point is, villain or not,

I will always have my children's best interests at heart,

even when they're my supervisor.

Thanks, Mom, I appreciate it,

but I'm not the supervisor anymore.

I told Mr. Ruffin that you knew

something was wrong with the grill, and I ignored it.

Because of that, I don't deserve to be supervisor, you do.

Really?

Yeah, Mr. Ruffin agreed, then he did a little dance,

then he did a little spin, and then I left.

I don't, I don't even know what to say.

Say you'll take it. He's withholding my paycheck until you do.

Yes! Yes, I will take it.

Oh, thank you, sweetie.

Aah! I won't let you down.

Actually, I probably will.

But you're not my supervisor anymore, so, who cares?

That was really cool of you.

Thanks.

Bet you're starting to wish

you didn't fill out all those nasty comment cards, huh?

Are you kidding? I complained so much,

the Round-Up gave me six years of free tacos.

Although, with that mystery meat still in play,

I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

Dad, can you take me to the skate-park?

Colby, you're supposed to be resting.

Just 'cause you're feeling better, doesn't mean you're 100%.

Plus, I really don't want to.

Come on, we're in the clear now.

My fever's gone, for real this time.

I'm with your dad. Park it, sicky.

Hartley, I'm going to the butcher.

Oh, to pick up something for dinner?

No, to practice my jab on a side of beef!

Think fast, lightweight.

Ow, that really hurts!

Then I did it right!

I'm gonna grab a water for the road.

Wow, I haven't moved that fast since I was 16!

I always say Robert makes me feel young,

but he's got me running like a schoolgirl!

Fever's gone, huh?

Come on, let's go get her.

You two have fun with that!