- Phoebe Thunderman's
journalism class topic--
"Gum Chewing Habits in a Typical
Suburban High School."
[scraping gum]
- [gum splats]
- Phoebe, did you just
spit your gum at me?
- No, Winnie, I would
never do that.
It was somebody else's gum.
I'm doing this fascinating
article on gum chewing.
- By "fascinating"
do you mean "gross"?
- Yeah.
Can I have your gum?
- Don't take this
the wrong way...
...but no.
[pats shoulder]
- I'm starting think
this was a bad idea.
[sighing]
- Hi, Phoebe.
This is for your dumb
gum project.
Ah!
- Help me come up with a new
story for journalism class.
If my article gets on the cover
of the school newspaper,
it's a guaranteed "A".
- Oh, I've got the perfect
headline--
"Handsome Brother Walks Away."
Hey, Rebel Raptor's
struck again.
Whoever's making these
has really captured
Bradford's stink lines.
- STUDENTS: [laughing]
- Stop laughing!
I am sick of these posters.
This has been going
on for weeks.
What? Oh! You!
- Hey, hey, before
you accuse me,
I want you to know I did not
do this, all right?
I was home all night.
Ask Phoebe.
- Hello, High School
Janitors of America,
um, can I please speak to
your scraped gum division?
- Max in the house!
- Quiet, Max.
Sorry, that was my brother.
He is dumb as a board.
It's true, Principal Bradford.
Max was home all night while
I worked on my article
on gum chewing habits
in a typical suburban--
- Don't care!
When I catch this Rebel Raptor,
they're gonna get
the worst punishment
this school has to offer.
- What? Being principal
for a day?
- They're gonna spend
the rest of high school
workin' the lunch line!
- Max, the Rebel Raptor.
That's it.
It's the perfect article.
If I can find out who he is,
it'll get me the cover
and the "A".
- And I'd better not see another
one of these posters of me!
- STUDENTS: [laughing]
- ♪
♪ 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 ♪
- How is your Rebel Raptor
search going?
- Great. I made a list of
everyone at school
with the skills to pull
off these stunts
and summoned them here.
- Hm, and he's the only
one who showed up?
- Yep.
- So this isn't a date?
- No.
- Can it be?
- No!
- Your loss, baby.
- Phoebe, I don't know how
you're gonna find out
who this guy is.
You should just give up.
- You don't get "A"'s
by giving up, Max.
You have to work hard.
I mean, pffft, it's not
like the Rebel Raptor
is gonna contact me.
- [text tone chimes]
- It's a message
from the Rebel Raptor!
All my hard work
finally paid off.
- You didn't do anything.
- Um, I don't have the time to
explain journalism to you.
Wait, it says he wants to
do an interview with me
to tell his story,
but only if I keep
his identity a secret.
Pffft, it's a deal.
- Would chocolates
change your mind?
- No!
- Is your mom home?
- Get out!
- ♪
- MAN ON VIDEO: Aliens
are everywhere.
They could be in your city,
your neighborhood,
or even sitting
right next to you.
- [dramatic music]
- BOTH: Ahhhhhh!
- What's going on?
- Billy's an alien!
- That's what an alien
would say!
- Okay, I told you guys
to stop watching these videos.
There's no such thing
as aliens.
- Aw, it's just a little
harmless fun, Barb.
What's the worst
that can happen?
- Show your face, alien!
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Okay! Okay!
Guys, your mom is right.
There's no such
thing as aliens.
But have you ever heard
of the chubacabra?
- Hank!
Now no more ripping each other's
faces off, you got it?
- [screeches like "alien"]
- Okay, maybe you're
not an alien,
but do you know who is?
That weird guy who sells
pretzels at the mall.
- It's so true.
Let's see what he's
hiding under that paper hat.
[zooming]
Hair. He was hiding hair.
- [whimsical suspenseful music]
- Rebel Raptor, I'm alone,
like you asked.
- [electronic voice]
Why are you dressed
like a black and white movie?
- I'm a hard-hitting reporter
with a nose for news.
- You're in a journalism
class taught by the gym teacher.
- Now, tell me, how did
you come up with your name--
Rebel Raptor?
- There are certain
things about my legend
that must remain
shrouded in mystery.
- WOMAN: Why is it
so dark in here?
- Mom, you totally ruined
my shrouded mystery!
- BARB: Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie.
Who are you talking to?
Oh, hey, Phoebe.
Why are you dressed
like a black and white movie?
- You're the Rebel Raptor?
How are you
the Rebel Raptor?
You were home every night.
I saw you.
- Did you really see
me, though?
- Hello, High School
Janitors of America,
um, can I please speak to
your scraped gum division?
- Max in the house!
- Quiet, Max.
Sorry, that was my brother.
He is dumb as a board.
- [cut-out thudding]
- COLOSSO: [laughing]
[laughing]
He's not the only dummy!
[laughing]
- Come on, Max, there's no way
that could have really happened.
- COLOSSO: [laughing]
It's too easy!
[laughing]
- Ah!
- Phoebe, you cannot tell
anyone I'm the Rebel Raptor.
Bradford'll make me
work the cafeteria
and wear a hair net.
You can't cage this mane!
- All right, relax, Max.
I--I gave you my word
and superheroes
always keep their word.
- Thank you.
- But I also want that "A".
- Oh, here's the catch.
- You're gonna give me
an exclusive photo
with the Rebel Raptor before
his next poster goes up.
- And you'll blur my face?
- I do that with
all your photos.
- All right, I'll do it.
- Great!
Now, first question...
- Max!
[sighing]
- Be right down.
Just getting a sandwich.
- Do you see any aliens yet?
- Ah! Flying saucer
shaped like the moon!
- That is the moon,
Gali-lamo.
- At least I'm
trying to find aliens.
All you did was make
tuna casserole.
- That's alien bait.
They like human brains,
so I made some from noodles
and white cat food.
- [food splatting]
- Ew, noodles!
- [screechy singing]
- What was that?
- That's the noodles talkin'.
- [screechy singing
continues]
- It's coming from
Mrs. Wong's house.
- [screechy singing
continues]
Huh?
Huh!
[growling]
- Mrs. Wong's an alien
and she saw us.
Run!
- BILLY: [zooming]
- Why did I get
the laser eyes?
- I'm telling you--
we saw an alien.
- Uh-huh. Whose hair
did you rip out this time?
- We were wrong
about Pretzel Pete.
But we're right
about Mrs. Wong.
- Just because she's completely
void of human emotion
doesn't make her an alien.
- But she has a huge
bug head--like...
- Okay, now you're
just being mean.
No more alien talk
and that's final.
- Now, I'm gonna go have
more of that delicious
tuna noodle casserole
your mom made.
- I didn't make
a tuna noodle casserole.
- Hey, did you get
the cover story?
- Yep, and the "A".
This is so great.
- No, I'm so great.
Check it out.
Less attractive copy cats.
Ah, I remember my first
act of vandalism.
- Phoebe, your article
was amazing.
The Raptor's such a bad boy.
Was he cute?
- He certainly thinks so.
- Well, you can give
us all the deets
when you sit with us
at lunch today.
- Definitely.
See ya soon.
This day could not get better.
- Tell me who
the Rebel Raptor is now!
- But it could get worse.
- The name.
- All right, Principal Bradford,
the truth is...
I can't tell you.
- Phoebe, how could you?
Wait! What?
- I promised my source
that I would protect them
and I don't break
my promises.
- [silently]
Thank you.
- Phoebe, I have to say that
I am impressed with
your integrity.
- Really?
- No.
Either you tell me who
the Rebel Raptor is
or I will make you Hiddenville
High's newest lunch lady.
- You're bluffing.
- [elastic snapping]
- Okay, you can
stop bluffing now.
- [laughing]
- [food splatting]
- Next.
Hey, Winnie! Look who's got
the hook up for ya.
Extra--
whatever this is.
- Uh, I was just
gonna have the salad.
- I think this is the salad.
- So, I guess we won't be having
lunch together, Phoebe.
- Well, I mean, unless you guys
wanna come sit over here.
I can flip over
that mop bucket.
Yeah, I just heard myself.
Go enjoy your life.
- I can't believe
I used to go out with you.
- Hey, Phoebe, I just wanna--
- Make fun of me?
Go right ahead.
- No, I'm not here to
make fun of you.
I'm here to thank you
for keeping your word.
And now that I'm
done with that--
what's living on your face?
- It's a mole.
Gladys says you sprout one
the moment you tie on the apron.
- And we are
"Sisters of the Mole."
- [silently]
Help me.
- Gladys!
The students are rebelling.
Look at what they've
done to me.
- Ha! Ha!
You are garbage face!
[cackling laughter]
- Ah. Ready to tell me who
the Rebel Raptor is?
- I'm sorry, Principal Bradford,
I told you I can't.
- Then you get
to keep your job.
- Now make me hot dogs
by the end of the day.
- What? But I'll
miss fifth period.
- Oh? Oh, is that when
you take history of--
just do what I say!
- That's strange.
Why would Bradford
need hot dogs?
What do you think he's hiding?
- I don't know--
a second stomach?
- No, I mean,
he's up to something.
And if you can figure
out what it is...
- ...then I can use
it against him
and get out of
this cafeteria!
All right, how are we gonna
find out what he's hiding?
- We? You mean you and the mole?
'Cause I'm out.
- What? Seriously?
I'm covering for you
and you're not gonna help me?
- Phoebe, if I helped you,
that would make your
self-sacrifice meaningless
and I can't do that to you.
[chomping apple]
[mouth full of apple]
Good luck.
- If these cool hats don't
protect us from aliens,
at least Thunderman
and Electriss will.
- BARB: All right, kids,
we'll be back soon.
We're going out for a run.
- What?
- That's what I said
when your mom suggested it.
- You guys can't
leave us alone.
- Don't worry, Max is here.
- Thank goodness
we're not totally alone.
- MAX's VOICE:
Max in the house.
- [cut-out thudding]
- HANK: [grunting]
Oh, come on.
- Hello, Thundermans.
Look what I have.
- Oh, Barb, you ordered
a pizza for our run?
[sniffling]
You really get me.
- No, Hank.
Mrs. Wong, what are
you doing here?
- I'm trying a new "Alien"
theme for my restaurant.
This is my
U-F-Oh-so-good pizza.
I came to do a taste test.
- HANK: Mmmmm!
- [slaps hand]
Not you!
You like everything.
- But not everyone.
- I want your kids to tell
me if it tastes delicious--
or like something
you'd cook.
- Hey, my wife made
a great tuna noodle casserole.
- I didn't make a casserole.
Well, go ahead, Mrs. Wong.
Billy and Nora love pizza
and they won't stop
talking about aliens.
- Feel free to
pick their brains.
- Wait, they like aliens?
Then they'll love
my new uniform.
- [door latch clicking]
- There, I've locked every
door in the house.
Now no aliens can get in.
- I'll do it, too,
just to be safe.
[zooming]
- [locks clicking]
- And now they're
double-locked.
- You just unlocked
all the doors I locked.
- [knock at door]
- It's open.
- [spooky music]
- Hello, Earthlings.
Get ready for a close encounter
of the "Wong" kind.
- BOTH: Ahhhhhh!
- [heavy thud]
- [groaning]
Good thing nobody
saw that.
- Oh, I saw that.
- Phoebe, what are
you doing in here?
- Well, I snuck back
in so I could
follow those hot dogs and see
what Bradford is up to and--
wait a minute!
Did you sneak into
school to help me?
- What? No, I'm not
helping you.
The Rebel Raptor snuck in
to get dirt on Bradford
for his latest poster.
Totally different.
- Yeah, right. You came
here to help me.
You act like you're--
- Shhhh!
Someone's coming.
That's not Bradford.
But he's our lead
in finding his secret.
Come on!
- All right, get
ready to see--
good grief, what
am I looking at?
- CROWD: [shouting
encouragement]
- YELLOW MAN: [squawking]
- The champion has
the challenger
locked in the dreaded
"pinky swear."
- YELLOW MAN: [squawking]
- [heavy thud]
- CROWD: Oh!
Oh!
- One...two...
- YELLOW MAN: [squawking]
- MODERATOR: ...three!
- [bell ringing]
- CROWD: [cheering]
- YELLOW MAN: [screaming]
- The winner and reigning
champion,
the Duke of Detention,
the Sultan of Suspension.
- Does Bradford know there's
an illegal wrestling club
in the school at night?
- Principal Pain!
- [laughing]
- CROWD: [cheering]
- PHOEBE: I'm guessing yes.
- Bradford is a wrestler?
His life outside the school
is inside the school.
That is so sad.
- Yeah, but a picture of
Bradford holding
an underground wrestling match
will get me off
lunch lady lane.
Oh, I've gotta get
that mask off.
[powers zapping]
Great, it's stuck
on his fat head.
How am I gonna get it off?
- You're not.
I am.
When I b*at him in the ring.
- Aha! I knew you
were here to help me.
- Okay, fine.
I'm here to help you.
You stood up for me.
Kept my secret.
I owe ya one.
Now slap me!
- What? To get you psyched?
- No, for helping you.
- [sharp slap]
- Oh! Thanks.
Now it's time to
body slam Bradford.
- You realize
that's a jock strap.
- [yelping]
Ughhh!
- [spooky "alien" music]
- Where are you,
my little test subjects?
Get out here so I can
pick your brains.
- Nora, I'm gonna jump out.
While Wong picks my brain,
you go save yourself.
- That's nice of you, Billy,
but I don't think your brain's
gonna buy me much time.
- So, what are we gonna do?
- Remember who we are.
- Terrified children--
who may have soiled
their underwear?
- No, superheroes.
I'll distract the Wong
while you super-speed
tie her up.
- Come on, kiddies, I've got
something for you
that's out of this world.
- Die, space creep!
- Ah!
Ah! I can't see!
- BILLY: [zooming]
Finish her, Nora.
- [powers zapping]
- Kids, stop!
What are you doing?
- Mrs. Wong's a creepy alien
and tried to pick our brains!
So, ET is about
to go to the ER!
- BARB: No!
Mrs. Wong is not an alien.
She was just thinking of having
an alien-themed restaurant.
Apparently, with costumes.
- She just wanted you kids
to try her new pizza.
- Not any more, jerks!
You kids are crazy!
And your breath
smells like cat food.
- You put cat food
in your casserole?
- I didn't make a casserole!
- But, wait, we heard alien
noises coming from your house.
- What alien noises?
The only sound coming
from my house
is my beautiful singing.
- [screechy singing]
- Finish her, Nora!
- [powers zapping]
- BARB: [covering Nora's eyes]
- [screechy singing
continues]
- All right, which one
of you is loco enough
to take on Principal Pain?
- I'm so ready!
Get ready, old man,
'cause you're about to be--
- BRADFORD: [roaring]
- MAX: [screaming]
- BOTH: [grunting]
- [heavy thud]
- MAX: Whoa!
- MODERATOR: Ooh, the champion
is taking the challenger
to pretzel town.
- All right, Principal Pain,
time for a little payback.
[powers zapping]
- BRADFORD: [screaming]
- It looks like this challenger
has some fight in him.
- [powers zapping]
- MODERATOR: Look at
this high-flyer.
I haven't seen moves like this
since The Flying Squirrel
fought Andrew Craig.
- Get ready,
you big-headed goon,
'cause this is gonna hurt.
Hey! Hey, I can't see!
Down in front!
down in front!
- MAX: Oh!
- [heavy thud]
- Uh-oh, looks like
Principal Pain's gonna
send him to the school nurse.
- Nice try, pal.
But you're about to
be expelled!
- MAX: [screaming]
- And the challenger
is down!
One...two...
- Not so fast!
- MODERATOR: Another mystery
wrestler has entered the ring.
Looks like this
challenger's a tag team.
If there were rules,
this would be illegal.
- Thanks. Ready to do this?
- PHOEBE & MAX: [roaring]
- Okay, I'm really surprised
at how good he is at this.
- MODERATOR: Principal Pain
is outside the ring
looking for something.
- What's he looking for?
What's he looking for?
- He's found it--
The "Board" of Education.
- Okay, there really
should be some rules.
- CROWD: [shouting
encouragement]
- [roaring]
- [powers zapping]
- [hot dog wiener zooming]
- Oh!
Oh, my back.
- MODERATOR: One...two...
three!
- [bell ringing]
- CROWD: [cheering]
- That was the most
electrifying match
in underground school
wrestling history.
Who are our new champions?
- I am the Rebel Raptor!
- I knew it!
- And I...
Am the Lunchador!
- Oh! Oh!
- Take me off the lunch line
or I'll send this picture
to the real Board of Education.
- [growling] Fine!
Man, I hate your family!
- Wow. So who gets
to keep the championship belt?
- Uh, I do 'cause I helped
you and saved your butt.
- What are you talking about?
I saved your butt.
- No, I want this.
- Gimme it.
02x21 - Call of Lunch Duty
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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.