- Quiet. The whole world's
gonna know I missed curfew.
It's gonna be your fault.
- I missed curfew, too.
I was out trying to find a club
that would let my band play.
- Oh, well, I missed curfew--
- Don't care!
- [bag swats arm]
- Ow.
Go check if
the coast is clear.
- [crickets chirping]
- Mom is right on
the other side of that door
with her "waiting up" blanket.
We're in so much trouble.
- You know what?
Why are a couple of supes
sneakin' around anyway?
We should just man up,
go in there,
and tell Mom what
we think of her "curfew."
- You're right. We should handle
this like mature adults.
[takes deep breath]
Okay, Mom, I know
we're late, but--
- What do you mean "we"?
- Well...
- Phoebe, you're over
an hour late.
Do you know how worried
your father and I were?
- HANK: Oh, television...
I don't have a care in
the world when you're on.
- Do you know how
worried I was?
- Mother, shall we sit?
We shall not.
Mom, here's the thing--
I'm not a little
kid anymore.
Heck, I'm the protector
of Hiddenville.
If something went wrong,
I would call myself.
- I know you think you can
take care of yourself,
but I am still
responsible for you.
Do you understand?
- Not even a little bit.
So, I guess we'll
agree to disagree.
- How about we agree to
ground you for a week?
- Well, that
escalated quickly.
Seriously? A week?
- Yeah. Why don't you call
yourself and get outta that?
- Come on, Mom!
- Would you guys
please keep it down?
I'm trying to sleep.
- Sorry, sweetie.
Phoebe, you're double-grounded
for waking your brother up.
- Oh?!
- ♪
♪ 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 ♪
- [sighing]
There's nothing on.
Oh, Dad, do you need
anything from the store?
- Shhhh! I can't be
seen talking to you.
You're gonna get me grounded.
- Dad!
- Sorry, honey, but the only way
you're gettin' outta here
is on a superhero mission.
Just, uh, watch some TV.
- [sighing]
TV's boring.
- [gasping]
Now you're bad-mouthing TV?
You deserve being grounded.
- Wait? All I need's
a mission, huh?
Thunder Monitor, emergency call
to President Kickbutt.
- COMPUTER VOICE: Calling
Super President Kickbutt.
- Phoebe, this had
better be important.
I'm having quiet
time at home.
- [rock music blaring]
- Simone, turn that
song off, please!
- [music stops]
- Uh, I was wondering
if you had a mission for me?
- Phoebe, this is
my one day off a month.
I just want some peace and--
- [rock music blaring]
- Simone!
- [music stops]
- Oh, look, a mission
just came across the wire.
[imitates computer beeping]
The Hero League
wants you to
take Simone off my hands
for the evening.
- Oh, uh, that sounds--
- Good. I'm sending
her to you right now.
- Oh, hey, Phoebe!
[whooshing]
Mom, you can't
keep doing that!
- You're Phoebe's mission now.
Super President Kickbutt...
out...
- I hope your parents
are cooler than mine.
- They are not--which
is why we are leaving.
- Oh, hey, Simone.
What are you doing here?
- She's my "mission."
Super President Kickbutt
wanted me to take her out.
It sounded very serious--
there were beeps.
- Super President Kickbutt, huh?
Okay, well, you can go
on your little mission,
but if you don't
make curfew tonight,
you're gonna be
triple-grounded.
- Three weeks?
Those are Max numbers.
- Enjoy your mission.
You're on "Mom Time" now.
- Moms, am I right?
- Totally useless.
Now wait here,
I'm gonna go put on
this really cute outfit
she bought me yesterday.
- Hi, Max.
- Well, well, well,
if it isn't Simone Kickbutt--
--er Cumberbatch.
Guys, this is Simone,
a completely normal teenager
whose parents are
totally unimportant.
- Any relation to
Mike Kickbutter-Cumberbatch?
- No, no relation.
So, what are you doing here?
- She must have heard
about our first club gig--
which we booked
just in time.
We had a pact
that if we didn't
play a club by tonight,
we'd break up.
- Speaking of
breaking up, Max,
is your mom still
with that dude?
- You mean my dad?
Not cool, Gideon.
- [German accent]
Wolfgang?
- Sure, I'd love to
see you guys play.
I've been to Germany.
- Okay, uh, well, I just
texted you the address.
- And I am definitely not
texting Barb the address.
- [long, slow slurp]
- You really seem to
be enjoying that cocoa.
- Oh, I finished it
five minutes ago.
I'm just trying
to wait them out.
Okay, you win.
What's with the costumes?
- It's not about
the costumes.
We're here on business.
- Yeah, it's o-fish-ial
business.
- What this clown fish
is trying to say
is we want a pet.
- Oh.
- Oh, ho, here we go.
You guys have tried this
song and dance before.
- Not this one.
Hit it, Billy.
- ♪ Buy us a pet ♪
♪ Be the best guys ever ♪
- ♪ Buy us a pet ♪
♪ It's meow or never ♪
- ♪ What we're trying to say ♪
- ♪ In our adorable way is ♪
- ♪ Buy us a pet right now ♪
- BOTH:
[long, slow slurp]
- Seriously? Nothing?
- I'm sorry, but you guys are
just not ready for a pet...
or Broadway.
- That's right.
It's a huge responsibility.
- We were afraid you
would say that,
and we would like to
counter with this...
- Pwease, Mommy, Daddy?
- Oh, ho, ho, ho.
- Oh...
- Must... fight... cuteness.
- All right, listen,
why don't you guys
take care of Dr. Colosso
for the weekend?
If he says you're
responsible pet owners,
then... we'll... get ya a pet.
- NORA, BILLY, CHLOE:
Yay!
- Sorry, Barb, but you
knew adorable children
were a risk when
you married me.
- Simone, I'm telling you,
Splatburger is not a club.
It's barely a restaurant.
- [electronic music playing]
- That is now a club.
I can't believe Mrs. Wong
would turn her restaurant
into a nightclub.
- MAX: She didn't...
I did!
Welcome to Club Splatz.
- Why is it always you?
- Well, since I couldn't
find a club
that would let our band play,
I opened my own,
and when we rock out tonight,
our band won't have
to split up.
- So, you just broke
into Splatburger?
- [exaggerated gasp]
How dare you!
I stole the key.
- Hm...
- You guys have fun now.
- All right, we should go.
Your mom would not like you
partying at an illegal club.
- Yeah, because
she worries too much--
just like your mom.
- Tell me about it.
I'm triple-grounded?
I am a superhero, dang it.
- Great! Then we're staying.
Simone, out!
- Wait!
I can't miss curfew,
so meet me at the door at : .
- Got it. Now I'm out.
- Okay, just please
don't hit me with your--
hair.
- [reading] "And then
the wicked witch
"put the pretty princess
to sleep forever and ever...
The End."?
- Ha! I love evil
fairytales.
- Enjoy your healthy
vegetables, Colosso.
- Well, isn't that lovely.
Huh!
- [tray clatters]
- I don't want that garbage!
I want deep-dish pizza
from Chicago.
- Bunny food only.
We have to show mom and dad
we're responsible pet owners.
- Fine.
Hank! Barb!
The kids are starving me!
- Okay, if we get
you what you want,
will you say we're
good pet owners?
- I don't make any promises
'til I see the goods.
- [zooming]
- Oh, yeah!
Let's do this!
[chomping, slurping]
- How does his little
mouth open so wide?
- What's happening to him?
- Uh...
I think I'm a tad bloated.
- A tad?
You're a bunny blimp.
- Guess I can't process
cheese like I used to.
Good to know.
- Have any of you
guys seen Simone?
She was supposed to
meet me by the door,
but I can't find her.
- Did you check Club Splatz's
Velvet Members Only VIP Room?
- You mean the kitchen?
- And that's why
you'll never be a member.
- I tried to get in, but that
guy won't let me past.
- That's because you're not
a very important person.
You're a very...
annoying person.
And that group's over there.
- [electronic music playing]
- Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
She's with me, Enrico.
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
- Oh, there she is...
- [air whooshing]
- ...throwing a chicken
up the garbage chute.
- [laughing]
Bye-bye, birdie!
- Simone, where were you?
I waited at the door
for like minutes.
- Oh, well, I was just having
so much fun with this
that I suddenly didn't care
that you were waiting.
- Well, we're going.
I don't wanna miss curfew.
- You can go. I'm staying.
- I'm not leaving
you here mid-mission.
I have to make sure
you get home safe.
Oh, real mature.
- BOTH: Nya!
- Okay, you two are
outta here.
I'm gettin' complaints--
mostly from me.
But you're killin' the vibe
in the VIP Room.
- Okay, it's a kitchen with
a garbage hole in the ceiling.
It's time to go, Missy.
- Missy? Pu-lease.
I'm not going anywhere.
- [air whooshing]
- SIMONE: [screaming]
- Ho, ho.
That's what the sign meant.
- Simone, are you okay?
- SIMONE:
What do you think?
- This is awful.
How am I gonna get her
back and make curfew?
- You know who you should talk
to about this problem?
Anyone but me.
- Wait. You have to help
me get Simone back.
- Well, I've gotta
go play this gig.
Me and my band
can stay together
and become legendary
bad boy rockers.
One question--
collar up or down?
- You know, I, uh, sure would
hate for Mom to find out
you broke into Splatburger
and turned it into a club.
- Pfft, you think telling
on me's gonna work?
- [phone beeps]
- Call Mom.
- Stop that!
- [phone beeps]
- Okay, let's make
this quick.
Oh, there's a reverse lever.
- Uh, okay, uh, I will pull
it with my telekinesis
and when this thing spits
Simone out, we'll catch her.
- Yeah.
- [chute rattling]
- Here she comes.
- A perfectly-wrapped burger?
I accept your trade,
trash chute.
- COLOSSO:
[sighing, farting]
- Sorry, Colosso,
but we can't let Mom
and Dad see you like this,
or we'll never get a pet.
- We have to cover you
up until we figure out
how to fix... this.
- COLOSSO: [farting]
Ah, relax. Nobody
ever comes down here.
- BARB: Kids, we're
coming down there.
- Hey, we just came down
to check on you guys.
- Yeah, Colosso,
how are they doing?
- Don't. He's asleep.
- And as responsible
pet owners,
we can't let you disturb
his peace and quiet.
- COLOSSO:
[long, slow fart]
- Uh, that was me.
My tummy's bubbly.
- Aw, well, come on, sweetie.
Let's fix up your tummy
with a little ginger tea.
- [whispering]
You owe me.
- How do we fix your tummy,
bubble boy?
- We need to force
out this gas
by filling me up with
more fart fuel.
- Wait? So we should
give you more gas?
I thought my body
was confusing.
- Just bring me beans--
and lots of 'em.
- [zooming]
[zooming]
- Okay, you kids know
the drill.
[chomping, slurping]
- SIMONE: Are you
guys still there?
- Uh, yeah.
Uh, Phoebe and I are
just trying to find
a way to get you out
of wherever you are.
- [German accent]
Founden Maxen.
- There you are, bro.
What are you doing in here?
We've gotta play.
- Yeah, much like my love life,
this club is "one night only."
- Dude, your love life
is "no night only."
- Look, guys,
I just need a second.
In the meantime, do something
entertaining until I get there.
- Wolfgang!
Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Huh!
- Hey, someone in
your band is talented.
All right, I searched
the whole restaurant
and I can't figure out where
this garbage chute leads.
- All right, new plan.
[powers zapping]
You are gonna go up
there to get Simone,
and I'm gonna pull
you guys out.
- Why don't you go up the chute
and I pull you out?
- Because I come
with friends--
"Venus" and "Serena"!
Make like that sign
and stand on the "X."
- Max, do not... let go...
of the cord.
- Don't worry. We won't.
- [air whooshing]
- [straining]
Don't give up, Venus!
Don't...
Whoa!
- PHOEBE: Oh!
- MAX: Whoa!
I didn't let go of the cord.
- Hey, guys, do you
want some tea?
We had cookies,
but Chloe ate them all.
- There's no crumbs
on my face.
- What's Colosso
doing up here?
- Mom, Dad, we need
your help.
Look...
- BARB: [gasps]
- COLOSSO: No...
[gurgly voice]
... don't look at me.
- We really tried to
be good pet owners.
- Honey, I think
you failed.
- Oh, this is it,
I'm gonna blow!
[stomach gurgling]
Oh... oh... oh...
Ahh!
- Take cover!
- [stomach gurgling]
[continuous fart]
Whoa! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Ow!
- [teapot rattles]
- [farts]
- ALL: Ohhh!!
- Whew!
- All right, nobody light
a match for at least an hour.
- Yeah, we don't want
a pet anymore.
- There's no door
down there.
But I did find
another burger.
- Great. We're trapped
in here.
- Wait, you losers
can give up,
but I'm playing
my club gig tonight.
- Well, Simone,
I hope you're happy.
- Why would I be happy?
I'm gonna be picking pork scraps
outta my super heels for a week.
- None of this would
have happened
if you had just met me
at the door on time.
I was worried sick about you.
- "Kobe," "LeBron,"
get in the game!
I've gotta get up...
just a little higher.
[groaning]
Whew.
[groaning]
- Look, Simone, I know you think
you can take care of yourself,
but I'm the one who's
responsible for you.
Wait. Where have
I heard this before?
- Blah, blah, blah,
blabbity, blah, blah,
still responsible for you.
- Oh, that's where
I heard it.
- [alarm ringing]
- What's happening?
- The walls are closing in.
- The room must be
a giant trash compactor.
It's gonna smash us
into a brick of trash.
- Haven't I been
through enough?
And you guys, too.
- [metal creaking]
- We've gotta get up through
that hole in the ceiling.
- As my mad hops have
already proven--
it's way too high up.
- Not for someone
with Kickbutt power.
Simone can superkick
us straight up
through the hole
in the ceiling.
If we're all tied together,
we'll all fly up together.
- I'm in.
I love kicking butts.
- Here, Max, tie this
cord around yourself.
- Okay.
- Good. Now let Simone
kick you in the butt.
- What? No!
Why can't she kick you?
- Because it hurts.
- Well, she's not
kicking me.
- I'll choose.
Eeeny, meeny, miny--
kick butt!
- PHOEBE: [screams]
- Why does that
cord hate me?
- [metal creaking]
- BOTH:
[heavy thuds]
- We did it!
Oh, and I can't
feel my butt.
Wait, now I can.
Ow!
- MAX: Help!
I'm being smooshed!
- Oh, no, Max!
- [heavy thud]
- What was that thud?
- It came from
the alley outside.
- MAX: I don't see
what's so funny.
- [phone camera clicks]
- [laughing]
Can you see it now?
- Get outta my way.
I'm still doin' my gig.
You can't stop
rock 'n roll.
You can squish it into a dirty
little cube of trash,
but you can't stop it.
- All right,
I can still make curfew,
so, now are you ready to go?
- Yeah.
You shouldn't have brought me
to this illegal club
in the first place.
What were you thinking?
- Hey, where are you going?
Get those box cutters you
call elbows over here
and get me outta
this thing.
- [powers zapping]
- Whoaaaa!
You're banned from
Club Splatz!
- See you later, Simone.
Never again.
- Well, you're home.
No groundings
tonight, blankie.
- Mom, I'm really sorry I broke
curfew the other night.
I should have respected
your wishes
and come home on time.
- Aw, thank you.
So, does that mean you're never
gonna break curfew again?
- Well, I wouldn't say that.
[laughing]
But I promise I'll call,
if I'm gonna be late.
- Aw, good enough.
- [watch beeps]
- Mom O'Clock.
Max is officially
late for curfew.
Do you have any idea
where he is?
- As a matter
of fact, I do.
- [rock 'n roll "noise"]
- Not sure that counts
as playin', bro.
- It counts.
The band stays together.
- [music stops]
- Whazzup, Barb?
I see you came alone.
- I'm grounding your lead
singer for a long time.
- Keep playin', guys.
You can't ground
rock 'n roll.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
- ♪
03x17 - Chutes and Splatters
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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.