- Who wants to see
something awesome?
- I love awesome things!
- I love them more!
- It's a very rare
and exotic plant.
- Phoebe doesn't know
what "awesome" means.
- It's a Limpopo fly trap.
My science teacher chose me
to take care of it
for the weekend.
it's a huge honor.
- Why do they call it
a fly trap?
[fly buzzing]
- That's why.
BOTH: Cool!
- I bet it could eat anything.
- Yeah, it's like
the plant version of dad.
- That is pretty awesome.
I wonder what else
it can scarf down.
Let's try some pudding.
- No.
And please don't touch it.
It's on a special diet
of flies and rationed water,
and it's my responsibility.
If anything happens to it,
I'll be--
hey, where's the plant?
- Whoa!
Come on, Phoebe,
it's been my lifelong dream
to see a plant
eat weird stuff.
- Since when?
- Since I found out
there was a plant
that could eat weird stuff.
- Well, no one is touching this
except me...
And a few unsuspecting flies.
- So you guys want to see
the plant eat stuff?
- No way, Phoebe said
we can't touch it.
- All right, she can't hear you.
What's your real answer?
- I want to see it
chow down on Billy!
- Yeah!
Wait.
Okay!
[upbeat music]
- ♪ What you see ♪
♪ Is not what you get ♪
♪ Livin' our lives
with a secret ♪
♪ We fit right in ♪
♪ Bet you'd never guess ♪
♪ '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 ♪
- You've lasered an apple off
of someone's head before, right?
- Nope.
- Nora, don't laser
your brother.
- But he likes it.
Right, Billy?
- I kinda do.
- Thank you.
- This isn't over, Phoebe.
I will feed that plant.
Whoa, dad's fancy black suit.
Who d*ed?
- Your mother's old uncle,
Wilfred.
- Awkward.
- Remember,
we're going to metroburg
for his will reading?
- After a long life
fighting crime
as the all American blob,
he's leaving your mother
his "greatest treasure,"
and we have to see what it is.
- I mean,
not that it matters.
No amount of money
could replace him.
- Unless it's
his ginormous yacht!
- Hank, that's insensitive.
We want
the ginormous mansion!
[laughs]
- And which stage of grief
is this?
- We'll only be gone one night,
so there's no reason
for you children
to miss us much. [squeals]
- Help me.
can't breathe.
- Don't worry about us.
We're superheroes.
We look out for each other.
Try it,
and I'll kabob you.
- And no fighting.
We're gonna be checking in
on you,
and if guys
aren't getting along,
I will fly back here
and drop some thunder on you.
- Wait, just one more hug!
- Your turn!
- Oh.
- One...Two...
Three drops for dinner.
That's all you're allowed.
You are so cute.
I'd kiss you
if you didn't have fly breath.
[gasps]
You need a name.
How 'bout...Trevor?
Oh, don't worry, Trevor, I won't
leave your side for anything.
- Phoebe!
Cole Campbell's on the phone!
- Sweet cheese!
Later, Trevor!
Hi, Cole.
- [deep voice] Hey, Phoebe.
I'm handsome and want to go
on a million billion dates
with you.
- [deep voice]
Yeah, baby.
[both laughing]
- [clears throat]
- Uh, I'll call you back.
- What are you guys up to?
[gasps]
Max!
Not so fast.
Give me back Trevor!
- You named
your plant Trevor?
- He looks more like a Paul.
- I like Fernando.
[spanish accent]
Fernando.
- His name is Trevor, and
no one's feeding him anything!
- Well, you heard her.
We're not feeding anything
to Trevor.
- But we can feed...
[Spanish accent] Fernando.
[spy music]
♪ ♪
- Can I help you?
BOTH: Aah!
- We were just here to,
uh--
- look for my red pencil.
Here it is.
- That's a green pencil.
- [chuckles] Let's not get
hung up on colors.
See ya.
- Hey!
You're coming with me.
Max!
I can't believe you dragged
Billy and Nora into this.
- Really?
You can't believe
I'd do anything
to pursue my selfish goals?
- You're right,
I totally believe it.
- None of this would've happened
if you just let us
feed the plant some cool stuff.
- [scoffs]
[overlapping shouting]
[alarm sounding]
- Alert. alert.
parental transmission.
- [shushing]
- Come on! Come quick!
- Hi!
ALL: Hey, mom and dad.
- We're just calling
to check in.
How's everyone doing?
- Good, just watching
some family-friendly movies.
- Yup, spending quality time
together.
- And definitely not fighting.
- I hope not,
or I will fly back there.
- Why are Billy and Nora dressed
like they're gonna rob a museum?
- Uh...We were just--
- mourning poor uncle Wilmer.
- Wilfred.
- He's gone too?
Our uncles are dropping
like flies.
- Well, gotta go.
Want to keep the line open
in case you want to call again.
Bye.
- Bye.
- What?
Eh, wait, wait, wait.
- You are not feeding anything
to Trevor, and that's final!
- Well, not even
these jalapeno peppers?
- No!
- Well, if no one's gonna
have them, then I guess--
- No, Billy.
- Not so fast.
- And one last drop
for dessert.
Enjoy it,
'cause you can't have any more.
[gasps] Ooh,
how about I read you
A little fine literature?
Abs of Steel:
The Channing Tatum Story.
Trevor?
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no!
- All right, new plan.
Nora, you laser a hole
in the ceiling.
I'll float Billy
inside Phoebe's room.
He'll super speed,
grab the plant, and get out.
We rendezvous in Cleveland,
start feeding it firecrackers
and patio furniture.
- Guys,
I spilled water on Trevor,
and now I think he's dead!
By the way,
Cleveland is the first place
I'd look for you.
- I told you
we should've gone to Miami.
- Guys, this is serious.
My teacher chose me
to watch her favorite plant,
and I let it die.
Max, you gotta help me.
- I don't know, Phoebe.
You're asking a lot.
It's not like I'm some sort
of crazy, mad scientist.
[laughs maniacally]
[spooky organ music]
- Is this just some excuse
to wear a silly costume?
- No, but this is.
Assistants!
- My hump itches.
- Well, that's too bad,
because I look fabulous.
- Don't worry, Max.
It's not like I wanted
to wear a fun costume.
- Okay, how about less dress-up,
more plant fixing?
- All right, let's begin.
Essence of moonray.
- Yes, master.
- Growth hormone.
- Yes, master.
- Eye of newt.
- Gross, master.
- All right, before I do this,
you promise
if I bring it back to life,
I can feed it whatever I want?
- Yes, just do it!
[spooky organ music]
- Here goes nothing.
It's alive.
Alive!
- Hey, Dr. Fake-enstein,
your light show didn't work.
- Oh, no!
My teacher's gonna blame me
for k*lling the plant,
and she'll make me sit
in the back with the kids
who have mystery crust
in the corners of their mouths.
- Relax, Phoebe.
See?
Evil science takes time.
- Whoa, maybe it did work.
- I got next!
Breathe some life
into my friend here.
What?
I get lonely.
- Mom!
It's Saturday.
Why can't I sleep in?
Trevor?
- [growls]
- [gasps]
Max!
- Who's a hungry,
little plant shark?
You are.
Yes, you are.
What do you want, some ham,
pickles, cannolis,
leftover Chinese?
[plant growling]
how about an apple?
- [snarling]
- [scoffs]
Max, that's enough.
- [spits]
- You made this.
now fix it.
- You're the one who told me
to bring it back to life.
- Yeah, but I didn't tell you
to make it a mutant freak.
- But that's what Max brings
to the party.
- Sure, and on Monday,
when my teacher asks
why it has fangs
and can follow a conversation,
I'll just say,
"eh, that's okay,
because that's what Max brings
to the party."
turn him back to normal.
- Hey, you said
if I revived him, I could
feed him whatever I want,
and superheroes always
keep their word.
- Oh!
Curse my code of ethics.
- Trevor and I are going to have
a feast down in my lair.
- Not without me.
- Phoebe, you promised us
breakfast in bed!
- Oh!
Curse my code of breakfast.
- Oh, look at uncle Wilfred.
So handsome in
his all American blob uniform.
- That's one way to put it.
Hello, I'm Mr. Finster, attorney
to the all American blob.
- Oh, pleased to meet you.
I'm Barb thunderman,
and this is my husband--
- Yacht! I mean, Hank.
- Good. Well, we'll get started
when everyone gets here.
- Everyone?
Who else is coming?
- Whassup?
[laughs]
I'm blobbin,
the all American blob's
sidekick.
Ready to kick butt, take names!
Hiyah, hiyah!
In your face, in your face!
Spin! Ah!
[coughs]
I gotta sit down. [laughs]
I gotta sit down.
Maybe throw up
a little bit.
- Okay.
Let us begin
by reading his autobiography,
Throwing My Weight Around:
The All American Blob Story.
- This is gonna take a while.
- Maybe there are
a lot of pictures.
- There aren't.
"My life has been like
a marshmallow--pretty sweet."
- He taught me so much.
[sobbing]
- All right, time for round two,
little buddy.
All I could find was
dad's emergency fried chicken.
Whoa!
[plant growls]
Dr. colosso!
I was only gone for a minute.
How could he get that big?
- Let's see, maybe it was
the ham or the pickles
or, I don't know,
the gallon of growth hormone!
- I need a picture of this.
- Max!
- [chomping]
[swallows]
- Did you just eat
Dr. Colosso?
- [grumbles]
- I'm okay.
And the joke's on him,
'cause I'm going
straight to his thighs.
- You've crossed the line, weed.
No one messes with my bunny!
Freakishly big
and--immune to powers?
I am good.
- [grunts]
- Whoa!
you've already eaten all my food
and my friend.
What else do you want?
- [growls]
- Sorry, Trevor,
but I'm off the menu.
I'm coming back for you,
Dr. Colosso!
- So stay here?
Okay, got it.
- Hey, guys.
How was breakfast?
- Well, Phoebe said you took
all the food for Trevor,
so we had to boil
my macaroni art.
- Hey, it was either that
or we order pizza for breakfast.
Ugh, we should've ordered pizza
for breakfast.
- So did you change Trevor
back to normal?
- Oh, he changed.
Off topic here,
but does dad have a chain saw?
- Why do you need
a chain saw?
- [screaming]
- That's why.
[plant growling]
- I got you, Billy!
[all grunting]
Is this Trevor?
- No, it's my other
monster plant.
- [grunts]
[plant growls]
[alarm sounding]
ALL: Aah!
- Alert. Alert.
Parental transmission.
- Hi!
ALL: Hi, mom and dad!
- What's wrong?
- Wrong?
Nothing's wrong.
Why would you say
something's wrong?
- Because you're all sitting
in the exact same place
as the last time we called.
- Uh, well...
- I know what it is.
My poor little babies
miss me.
- All right, thundermans,
break's over.
Time for chapter .
- Gotta go.
We'll be home soon.
- I love my babies!
- Max, we have to get this thing
under control
before mom and dad
get back.
- I can create an antidote
to change it back, but I'll need
someone to sneak into my lair
to grab the chemicals.
Who wants to play
"fetch the chemicals"?
- You must think
we're real idiots.
- I love playing
"fetch the chemicals."
- No, we're doing this together.
I have a plan.
- Superpowers
don't work on it.
- Okay, new plan.
- [chirping]
- Would you stop that?
- [chirps]
[plant growls]
- Okay, you guys ready?
BOTH: No.
- Just get down here.
- Is this really necessary?
- Yes, it's part of the plan.
You two need to distract Trevor
while I grab the chemicals
for the antidote.
Plus, it's hilarious.
[laughs]
- Hey, planty, planty.
over here.
- That's the best you got?
Watch and learn.
[high-pitched] Hey, there,
tall, green, and leafy.
- [grunts]
- See anything you like?
- She said distracting,
not disturbing.
- Okay, Max,
what chemicals do you need?
- I'll need the lunarcialmafin,
the chloroformalios,
and the triptafotomene.
- What?
- The green, purple,
and yellow ones!
- [high-pitched]
Uh, hurry up, guys.
This is getting weird.
- [burps]
- And disgusting.
- Got it, let's go!
- Wait!
Dad's emergency fried chicken!
Some of us didn't have
a real breakfast.
Hey, get your own!
- Max, hurry up and mix
that antidote before Trevor...
Changes his relationship status
to "it's complicated."
- "and the only regret I have
is that I never experienced
the greatest adventure of all,
having a family of my own."
- Oh, it's so touching.
- I know.
- Now, we come to the will.
- 'bout time!
Let's do this!
- He means,
let's do the healing.
- Ah, "to my trusted sidekick,
blobbin,
"I leave you my mansion,
my entire fortune,
and a signed copy
of my autobiography."
- Oh, yeah!
[grunts]
come to blobby.
[laughs]
my first book.
- Guess that means we'll be
setting sail on that yacht.
"and to my niece,
Barb thunderman,
who already has so much,
I leave my greatest treasure..."
- Yes, make fast The Mizzenmast!
hoist the sails!
Next stop, Bermuda!
- "My collection of jams
and jellies from many lands."
- That's a strange name
for a yacht.
- Oh, dude, total score.
[laughs]
- So no yacht?
What about a speedboat?
Maybe a pontoon? A dinghy?
- There's no boat, Hank.
Uncle Wilfred gave us something
more important than that.
- Jams?
- No.
- Jellies?
- No.
He reminded us
we're already sailing
on the greatest adventure
of all.
We have a family with
four healthy, happy children.
BOTH: Aah!
[plant growling]
- I am not happy about this!
[plant growling]
- Don't worry, colosso,
I'll get you out of there.
- Get a hot towel ready.
It's like a bag
of wet hamburger meat in here.
- How's that antidote coming,
Max?
- And done.
Just need to get him to eat it.
Give me your shoe.
- No way, these are
my favorite flats.
- Phoebe!
- Fine.
- Hey, stink breath!
- [grunts]
[growls]
- darn it!
He won't take the bait.
He just wants to eat us.
- Let me try your shoe.
- Okay.
- Those were my cutest flats!
- Oh! Ow.
- Billy, since this looks like
it might be the end,
I have something
to tell you.
- That even though you insult me
all the time,
deep down,
you really love me?
- No, I use your toothbrush
to scrub Dr. Colosso.
[plant growls]
- Dr. Colosso, that's it!
- What do you mean?
- The plant ate your rabbit,
right?
So let's give it
what he wants.
Douse this stuffy
with your antidote.
Might want to hurry.
It looks hungry.
- [growls]
- Three-pointer from deep.
- [grunts]
- Nothing but plant.
- [grumbles]
- Ugh!
Why did I catch this?
- Someone run me a bath.
- [grunting]
[whimpers]
[squeaks]
[all cheering]
- Yeah!
- My Trevor's back!
- I did it!
I defeated the plant!
- What do you mean?
I defeated the plant.
- Uh, I made the antidote.
- I mean, I got the bunny.
It was all my idea.
- I hit the sh*t.
- Glad to see
things are back to normal.
- Yup.
Now, about my toothbrush...
- [sighs]
- Is a mutant monster plant
garbage or recycling?
[alarm sounding]
- Alert. Alert.
Parents approaching.
- Yard waste!
- Hi, mom and dad.
- Hey, guys.
- Hi!
- Hi.
- Did you guys get the yacht?
- There is no yacht, kids.
- So we're not rich?
- We're rich in family.
- Yeah.
- You see,
life's an adventure,
and your mother will
tell you all about it.
- So what did my little
treasures do while we were gone?
- Not much.
- Chilled.
- Nothing.
- Almost got eaten
by a giant plant
with huge teeth, smelly breath--
- Oh, our Billy has
such a wild imagination.
[laughter]
Stop talking.
- Oh, it is so nice
to be home with my children.
How about tonight,
I make us a family dinner?
- Cool!
- Sounds good.
- Yeah? I was thinking
of a great, big, green salad.
ALL: No!
- Okay, how about spaghetti?
- No!
Oh, wait,
spaghetti's good.
01x07 - Weekend Guest
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Series revolves around the Thundermans, a family with superpowers who try to live normal lives in the fictional town of Hiddenville.
Series revolves around the Thundermans, a family with superpowers who try to live normal lives in the fictional town of Hiddenville.