- Stop! Clean up your dishes.
- Uh, those aren't mine.
- Max.
- Oh, can't you do it?
You're so good at dishes.
- And soon you will be, too--
'cause now you're
doing all of them.
- FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Alert! Alert!
Son of Evil Man approaching.
- [doorbell ringing]
- PHOEBE: Got it! Got it!
Got it! Got it! Got it!
- Phoebe's hangin' out
with Evil Man's son
and I'm doin' dishes.
Am I in Crazytown?
- No, you're in Dishville--
which is right next to
Get-to-scrubbin'-berg.
- [powers zapping]
- Hi, Link.
- Hi, Phoebe.
- Oh, I am so excited
to go ice skating.
I'm no pro, but I hear
the secret is leg warmers.
A-boh!
[laughing]
- Listen, I'm really sorry,
but I can't go ice skating.
- Yeah, not with all
that exposed leg.
You are begging for an ice rash.
- Actually, my dad's making
me play tennis
at the country club--again.
- [groaning]
- That's why I'm dressed
like a cabana boy.
- I don't get it--your dad
is a retired supervillain.
Why is Evil Man part of
a country club?
- He thinks the family
hobnobbing with the rich
is good for his mattress store.
- Rich people
and their hobnobbing!
- LINK: [laughing]
- Oh, Link, you're blinding
me with all the white--
the shirt, the shorts,
the coconut popsicles
you call legs.
Ah, much better.
No, it's not.
- [power door opening]
- Phoebe, I'm really sorry.
- Oh, it's okay.
We can cover those babies right
up with some leg warmers.
- Not my legs--the fact
that we can never hang out.
- I know. We go to
different schools.
We live in different towns.
You're in a country
club, I'm not.
- Wait. Maybe you could be.
The club is having a doubles
tennis tournament
and the winners get a free
one-year membership.
- That's perfect.
Then we could hang
out all the time.
Luckily tennis is my jam.
Well, tennis and leg warmers.
A-boh!
- Well, great,
the tournament's tomorrow.
Oh, but before I go...
[clapping hands]
a little payback.
[arm creaking]
MAX: Ow! Stretchy wedgie!
- ♪
♪ What you see ♪
♪ Is not what you get ♪
♪ Livin' our lives
with a secret ♪
♪ We fit right in ♪
♪ Bet you never guessed ♪
♪ '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 ♪
- So, that's the plan.
Link and I win the tournament
and I'm in the club.
- Great plan.
Only one, uh,
itsy-bitsy problem.
You stink at tennis.
- Yeah, but you don't.
You won the Metroberg
Junior Open three times--
Max Thunderslam.
- No one's called me
that in years.
- That's because you erased all
evidence of that old life.
Except this!
- [gasping]
- Let me see! Let me see!
Hey, Max, you have
another sister?
- PHOEBE: [laughing]
- That's me.
Phoebe, nobody can
see that picture.
- I promise I'll delete it--
if you help me and Link win.
- Okay, fine.
Besides, I hate those
fancy-pants country clubs.
They literally make you
wear fancy pants.
But how do you wanna cheat?
- Well, okay, I am not cheating.
I just need a few pointers.
I've already been practising.
- How's that going?
Whoa!
- Oooh.
- So let's talk cheating.
- Aw, is our little man starting
another one of his businesses?
- Uncle Billy's Lemonade.
It's way better than
my other ideas.
- Hey, if we lived
in Australia,
Uncle Billy's Kangaroo Walking
woulda been huge.
- And I still have one of Uncle
Billy's toothbrushes.
- You mean Uncle Billy's Used
Toothbrushes.
- Used?
[gagging]
I'm just gonna...
I'll be right back.
- Hey, Billy, the kid
down the street
has a lemonade stand, too.
- And you bought some?
- Yeah. When you buy a glass,
his dog does a flip for you.
- But I am selling lemonade.
- Are you, Billy?
Are you really?
If you want to compete,
you're gonna need
a hairy beast of your own.
Luckily we have one.
- Dad?
- No, Colosso.
- Great idea.
For that, you get a free
used toothbrush.
- You still have these?
- I found that one in one
of my sewer adventures.
- ♪
- So, wait, every day,
your country club
has a giant tea party?
- Yeah, it's called "High Tea."
- Uh, no, it's called
"Princess Camp,"
and I'm down!
- To Princess Camp!
- Aha!
- Ah, I can't wait for us
to win the Lacroix Cup.
Then we can hang out every day.
- You mean hobnob.
That's right--I speak
country club.
- This place is a lot more
fun with you around.
- Phoebe. Link.
Sandwiches.
- Thanks for coming
to support, Max.
- Just so you know--there is
a dress code at the club.
- Hm, what's their stance
on wedgies?
- [powers zapping]
- LINK: [gasping]
[high-pitched voice]
They're gonna like it like I am.
- [powers zapping]
- I'm just gonna go walk
this off before our match.
- Charming, as always.
Do you remember the plan?
- Of course I do, because it
was my plan, Phoebe.
Now let's get this over with.
I can feel my pants getting
fancier by the second.
[sighing]
- Cool towel?
- Back off, Alfred.
I'm not buying one of
your snooty towels.
- It's complementary.
That means it's free.
- Then I'll take them all!
[laughing]
Just give 'em.
- Well, you want me to pretend
to be a robotic talking bunny
just so kids'll buy
your lemonade?
- That's it.
- Yep.
- Let's do it!
And I've got a routine
I've been dying to try.
Close your eyes.
- [hammering, drill whirring]
- Ooh, hammering the thing.
Adding this now.
And my nails.
- [drill whirring]
- And open 'em.
Ta-da!
- Whoa!
What is he?
- I'm The Great Colosso,
Fortune teller extraordinaire!
Billy, I'm sensing...
you're gonna sell
a buttload of lemonade.
- Awesome.
But what if mom and dad
catch you talking to non-supes?
- I'm sensing...
that's your problem.
- Billy, you spread the word
and I'll distract
mom and dad.
- Lawnmower?
How could a game called
"Lawnmower" be fun?
- [lawnmower chugging]
- Oh!
We're mowin'.
Oh, okay, so you're just
cuttin' the grass.
Stay in the lines.
- Ooh watch out for
that soccer ball!
- Stop backseat mowing, Barb.
- [heavy thud]
- BILLY: [gasping]
- Don't worry.
They can't hear you.
The game has them now.
- [lawnmower chugging]
- I'm fine, by the way.
Thanks for asking.
- Who has a yard shaped
like a unicorn?
- You're mowing the roses!
You're mowing the roses!
- Ah! Ha! Ha!
- [powers zapping]
[powers zapping]
- SPECTATORS: [applauding]
- Wow, tennis really
is your jam.
- It's all in his wrist,
er, the wrist.
- [powers zapping]
- You! Have good form,
young man.
- No, it's not what you think.
- Don't be modest--
it's not often a non-member
knows how to boss around
the staff as well as I do.
Raspberry iced tea!
Theodore Lacroix.
- Max Thunderman.
- Wait, Lacroix as
in the Lacroix Cup?
- That's right.
It's also the name of
the president of this club.
Clear these plates!
- Whoa.
I am not in Dishville anymore.
- [laughing]
I don't know where Dishville is.
But, here, people wait
on you hand and foot--
which is how it should be.
Don't you agree?
Silly straw!
- It is how it should be.
- Mm-hm.
- Denver Omelette!
- Nice!
- Steel drum player!
- [steel drum music]
- Yeah!
- [steel drum continues]
- Max? Max?
Pay attention.
- Sorry.
- [music stops]
- Raspberry iced tea!
- Match!
- SPECTATORS: [applauding]
- Mr. Evilman
and Miss Thunderman,
you advance to the finals.
- BOTH: Mwah!
- [sighing]
- Well, I see mattress boy has
teamed up with quite a pro.
- Looks like I might have to
take the cover off
my racquet today.
- Oh, I didn't know
you were playing.
- Of course.
It's a shame I didn't
meet you sooner, Max.
You're club material--
unlike the loser
I'm playing with.
- [snoring]
- Wake up, Senator!
- Good luck out there,
Mr. Lacroix.
- Thank you, Max.
Sports drink!
- You know what this
celebration needs?
Pecan sandies.
Be right back.
- What a waste of evil DNA.
- What is going on, Max?
I nearly lost out there.
I brought you here to cheat,
not start a steel drum band.
- I was talking to
the club president--this guy.
Lacroix, he's so cool.
- Hey, why are you even
bothering making friends?
You're only here
for the day.
- LACROIX: [grunt of effort]
- Or am I?
- Max, what...what
are you doing?
- LACROIX: [grunt of effort]
- SENATOR: [grunting]
- Man down! My man is down!
- I can sub for him.
- Max! Good show!
- Excuse me, Thunderslam,
you're supposed to help me
win the free membership.
- Sorry, Phoebe, but it turns
out I love country club life.
And one day of it
is not enough.
- Wait, the Senator is okay.
- [powers zapping]
- SENATOR: [groaning]
- Never mind.
- That membership is mine.
Trampin' steel drum music!
- [steel drum music]
- LACROIX: [grunt of effort]
- JUDGE: Match.
- SPECTATORS: [applauding]
- Mr. Lacroix
and Mr. Thunderman,
you advance to the finals.
- BOTH: Yeah!
- [chests thud]
- Buh-bye.
- Bye.
- Why are you doing
this to me?
You know I wanna spend
more time with Link.
I thought you hated
country club people.
- I did.
- Mr. Lacroix sent
over a complementary
tennis elbow massage.
- But now I don't.
I thought I was gonna
have to take over the world
to live like a king.
It turns out I just had
to join this country club.
- Jasmine Mint
or Coconut Lavender?
- Both.
[clicking tongue]
- All right, well,
the joke is on you
because after you
double-crossed me,
I posted that tennis pic of
you all over the internet.
- Max, I can't believe this
picture of you going around.
Lookin' smart, Thunderslam.
- Thanks, Mr. Lacroix.
- Cool mist!
Yes! Yes...
- All right, fine, live
it up while you can,
Tennis the Menace,
'cause I just came up with
the most diabolical plan that
is gonna make you beg for mercy.
- You don't have
a plan, do you?
- I do not, but I will
see you in court.
- You mean on the court.
- You're not better than me.
- I am at tennis.
- Stop engaging me!
- She's having a bad day.
- ♪
- Greetings!
I've been expecting you.
I'm sensing...
a birthday in the near
or distant future.
So sayeth The Great Colosso!
- He's right.
This is amazing.
- The lemonade?
- No, the robot bunny.
Who cares about the lemonade?
- Uncle Billy's Lemonade
is an epic fail.
- Are you kidding?
Look at all these kids.
And mom and dad
don't have a clue.
- Go! Go! Go! Go!
- The grass is too high.
- Use the turbo blade.
- I can.
- Win the game!
- See?
- All I wanted was for one
of my ideas to make money.
- Your idea is making money.
And I've got a wad
of cash that says so.
Listen...
[speaking as money]
Your idea's makin' money.
- My idea was the lemonade,
not fortune telling.
This is all you and Colosso.
- But we're making bunny money.
[speaking as money]
Bunny money!
- ♪
- You were right.
I dropped the Lacroix name
and the pro shop set me up.
And so did the restaurant.
Steak on a stick!
- You're not done yet.
When we win, you are
gonna need this.
- A club jacket?
- Huh?
- Whoa, it has my name on it.
- This jacket comes
with great power, Max.
Observe...
- [jacket flapping]
- Whoop. [laughing]
See?
- I promise to wield
the power responsibly.
- Why? It's not like
the rest of us do.
Oh! Oh!
Oh...
follow the jacket.
This never gets old.
- [laughing]
- Almost there, almost there.
No.
- The grass just
keeps growing.
- I need it back, Hank.
- That's fine. I got this.
- I need it back!
- [expl*si*n]
- [buzzing]
- No-o-o-o-o-o!
- [game snaps]
- I'm so sorry, Barb.
- Oh, no, it's probably
for the best.
We haven't seen
the kids all day.
- Oh, my gosh, that's right.
We have kids!
- Aw, look at our little man's
lemonade business.
It's a success.
- Oh, hey, guys.
- Where's Billy?
Oh, don't tell me
he's a fortune teller.
- Okay, I won't tell you.
- Hey, why don't you come back
when the line's not so long.
- You can go in front of me.
This is my fifth time.
- Oh, aren't you sweet.
- Isn't she?
You'd better sleep
with one eye open.
- Who calls upon
The Great Coloss--ahhhh!
- Okay, everyone,
the robot bunny's broken.
Run for your life!
- Nora, what were you thinking?
People can't know we have
a talking bunny.
- I was just trying to help
the lemonade stand make money--
to share with you guys.
- Well, how much
are we talkin'?
- Hank! She's trying
to bribe you.
You can't buy yourself out
of this, young lady.
- Wait!
[zooming]
I'm the young lady
you're mad at.
- I'm sorry, what?
- Don't be mad at Nora.
This is all my idea.
- BARB & HANK:
Really?
- NORA: Really?
- BILLY: Really.
- Well, Uncle Billy,
you're gonna have plenty of time
to come up with new ideas
while you're grounded.
- [cell phone beeping]
- Oh.
[gasping]
"Lawnmower II: Blades of Fury"!
- We have something
to do right now,
but when we get back...
this better be cleaned up!
- HANK: Oh!
- I don't get it.
Why'd you take the blame?
- I finally came up with
a money-making idea.
Uncle Billy's
"Blame It On Billy."
I take the blame
and your money.
Five dollars, please?
- Are you kidding me?
I'm gonna give you ten!
I broke mom's favorite
vase yesterday.
- No, no, Nora,
Uncle Billy
broke mom's favorite
vase yesterday.
- ♪
- [powers zapping]
- SENATOR: [groaning]
- Senator down!
- ♪
- [powers zapping]
- [racquet clattering]
- ♪
- [powers zapping]
- [heavy thud]
- ♪
- [blowing cold air]
- [ice crackling]
- Whoa!
- [heavy thud]
- ♪
- [powers zapping]
- [heavy thud]
- LINK: Time out.
Phoebe, are you using
your powers?
- Pffft. Just my power serve.
Okay, maybe I'm using
my powers a little.
But Max is doing it, too.
I know.
He just pants'd me.
- Look, I'm sorry.
Like the truth is I am
horrible at tennis.
I just wanted to win so I could
join the country club.
- Well, I wanna hang out
with you more, too,
but you shouldn't have
to cheat to do it.
- Oh, I know. This was wrong.
You know what? Can we just
finish the game the right way?
- I'd like that.
They do have match point,
but...who knows?
- Hey, I don't need
superpowers to win.
Time in.
Good always defeats evil.
- Nothing can stop us.
- PHOEBE: Hey. Hey.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Ooh! Ooh!
- [heavy thud]
- Except Thunderslam.
- The winners of
the Lacroix Cup--
Mr. Lacroix
and Mr. Thunderman.
- SPECTATORS: [applauding]
- BOTH: Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!
Yea-a-a-a-h!
- Yes! I'm a member!
The world is mine!
- Congratulations.
- [laughing]
- Congratulations, gentlemen.
On behalf of all of us...
- Give me that!
[laughing]
Bow to me, country club
employees.
Bow to your new member.
Drummer boy,
celebration music!
- [steel drum music]
- [gurgling, sputtering]
Ahhhh!
- [music stops]
- You are acting in an
incredibly ugly manner--
quite frankly, not befitting
a member of our club.
- Like you can do
anything about it.
Now how about a victory lap?
Ah, ride, preppy!
- I most certainly will not!
- Uh-huh, you will.
I'm Max Thunderman, best friend
of president Lacroix.
- That's impossible.
I'm president Lacroix.
- Oh...
Then, uh, who's that guy?
- Ooh, game, set,
match, Lacroix.
- That's my brother.
He's president--
of sleeping on my couch.
Two weeks has
lasted two years!
- I'm tryin' to figure
things out!
- Security, get him
out of here.
- Yeah, you're right.
We can't have people eatin'
out of the garbage
at our country club.
- I meant you.
And take his jacket.
- Ah, no, no!
Not my jacket!
[yelping]
No! No!
- ♪
- Goin' out with Link
again, huh?
Is he still mad at me?
- Why don't you ask
him yourself?
- [arm creaking]
- Now he's over it.
- Max, I told you not to
leave your dishes out.
- BILLY: [zooming]
Max didn't do it,
Uncle Billy did.
- Billy, what's gotten
into you lately?
No TV again tonight.
- A pleasure doing
business with you.
- Stick with me, Uncle Billy.
I'll make you a very rich man.
- ♪
02x15 - Doubles Trouble
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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.