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Get in there!

Stupid thing!

Oh!

Retract!

Retract!

Oh, that's it.

There is no plumber that can save you now.

Mrs.

Madden?

Are you okay?

Are you sure? Because this is the third sprayer hose you've destroyed this week.

Unless this is how we get a new dishwasher.

If so, have at it.

I'm just having trouble suppressing my villain rage lately.

What happened to letting it out by zapping Dad?

You know, that's fun for the whole family.

Yeah, but now he sees it coming. So he started wearing rubber underwear.

Which is why I need another outlet for my anger.

Maybe a hobby would help.

When I get angry, I like to knit.

When I get angry, you don't want me holding a giant needle.

Okay, then. Something without sharp objects.

How about salsa dancing?

You obviously don't know the damage my mother can cause with a pair of

stilettos.

I think this hobby thing could work.

I just need to find something. Or I'm going to blow.

Mom, leave me alone!

Bye, Mum.

Well, if it isn't my two favourite girls.

Well, Mrs. Madden, you seem less... ragey.

It's a trap.

She ran out of faucets, so she's going to melt up. Run!

Actually, it's because I found a way to channel my rage.

Pottery cloth.

Pottery cloth?

Well, it's official.

The suburbs have broken you.

That was perfect.

I can pretend I'm choking someone and end up with a cup.

Hey, I even found a two -for -one coupon online, so you can come with me, Amy.

Tempting, except for the pottery part and the class part, so hard path.

And here I thought my daughter might actually enjoy spending some time with

mother. Amy, you should be supporting your mom.

I do support her. I just support her doing something less boring.

You know, like staring at a wall.

I'll go with you to the pottery class, Mrs. Madden.

It just sounds like fun. Oh, not my first choice, but I suppose a distant

will do.

Thank you, Hartley. I'd love to have you join me.

Great. Ooh, maybe we can make matching spread a little sunshine saucers?

Oh, I'd be sure you don't want to go.

Dad, no one's going to want to eat lunch with me if you're hanging around the

table. No, please. You've been alone here 25 minutes. No one's coming.

Dad, guess what? Please say a free chair opened up in the teacher's lounge.

I entered the science fair.

I'm going to build a volcano.

A volcano?

What is this, baby's first science kit?

I think we can come up with something better than that.

We? No, I want to do this on my own.

And what's wrong with volcanoes? They're cool.

Well, sure to throw people into, not build.

Look, any amateur can do that, but you're the son of the school's most

science teacher.

Sounds like you're afraid Colby's going to embarrass you. Sounds like you're

right.

Listen, don't worry. I've already come up with a surefire way for us to win

thing. A robot that responds to human emotions. Built by a father who doesn't.

Come on, if you cry, he'll hug you.

If you're down, he'll tell you a joke.

If you're, uh... You can't think of any other human emotion, can you? I'm

struggling.

Don't fall for it, Colby.

The only reason he wants to help is so he can take over your project.

Because that's what he always does.

I've never done that in my life. During my first villain battle, you put on a

strength -boosting exosuit and fought the heroes for me.

I've only done that once in my life.

All the superheroes mocked me, saying I needed my daddy to fight my battles.

Which isn't true. I can fight my own battles like a big boy.

Not wanting whatever that was to happen to me.

I'm going to build the volcano on my own.

Okay. But if you come to your senses and realize you can't win this thing

without my help, I'll be waiting.

Milo! Well, if it isn't the second smartest person in the school.

You see, I'm the smartest person in the school.

We know. It's on your parking space.

Hello, Colby.

I hear you're entering the science fair.

Don't bother. I got that thing on lock. Yeah, well, this year Colby's gonna win.

So you better call a locksmith.

Please stop being my hype man.

I'm gonna crush you. What I lack in stature, I make up for in mental

It doesn't sound as quite loud, but it is.

Wow, Dad, you really think I'm going to win? Of course not.

Please let me help you.

Here you are. Where have you been?

Oh, sorry, pottery class.

It's our fourth one this week.

I know. What is wrong with you people? It's pottery.

It's actually pretty fun.

Hey, today, we make bowls.

I was waiting for you to get to the fun part.

It does seem to be solving my rage problem. I haven't felt the desire to

anyone all week. All day.

Sergio says for his perfect pottery pair.

Sergio? Our instructor.

Very supportive.

His mantra is, one clay at a time.

Okay. Hold up one of those balls. I think I'm going to puke.

Hey, what's wrong, sweetie?

What's wrong?

plans, remember?

We were going to sonic blast the carousel and turn it into a not -so

-round.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've been having such a fun time with Hartley, I guess I forgot.

Hey, you always say she's a fun killer, but I disagree.

You called me a fun killer?

Oh, please, like I've never said it to your face.

Okay, Hartley, we should hurry up and eat before we head back to the studio.

Sergio likes to say, lunch is the most important meal.

Of the clay.

I can't believe she's ditching me to hang out with Hartley.

Well, two can play at that game.

This better be good.

I was feng shui -ing my seashell.

And by feng shui -ing, I mean bathing it in pesticides.

Celia, you're coming to pottery class.

No, I am not.

You can make weapons. Looks like those cockroaches will live another day.

Oh, hey, Hartley. Yeah, I'm making some pottery with my bestie.

Bestie? This girl needs a checkup.

I thought you said pottery was boring. What are you really doing here?

Well, you've been having such a good time with Hartley and not me. I didn't

to miss out on the fun.

And you got my grandma to come?

It didn't take much convincing. We've actually gotten very close over the last

40 minutes. Right, Grandma?

Only two people get to call me Grandma.

Hartley. And somebody I'm not at liberty to talk about.

Amy, are you jealous that I'm here with Hartley and not you?

No. I think you're both jealous because I am here with Celia, and we are going

to put you to shame.

All right, people.

The time has come for our partner project.

Remember, all the world's a lump of clay, and all the men and women merely

potters.

All right, let's make some shelf candy.

Guys, just so you know, that wheel can be a little tricky. I got it, Mom.

I've got Celia to help me.

We're a perfect pair.

You know how to work this thing, right? Does it have a trigger?

No. Then I do not.

Yes. I think I got it.

Need my help with your volcano yet?

Nope, got it all under control.

You don't, but it's cute that you think you do.

How's it going with Mount St. Daddy issues?

Not. I can't even get that stupid thing to erupt, which means I'm going to lose

to Milo, and Dad's going to think I'm a total failure.

Okay, okay, stop begging. I'll help you.

What? No, I want to figure this out myself.

Oh, no need to thank me.

I'm a giver.

Who are you having a conversation with? Because it's definitely not me.

I'm just saying two brains are better than one. Not when one of them's yours.

Besides, you're just trying to get even with Dad for making you look like a

chump in front of the superheroes.

Yeah, pretty much.

What's going on here?

Oh, nothing.

Just Colby wanting my help with the volcano.

What? What's the matter?

Jealous?

I have no idea what he's talking about. I never asked him. Quiet, Colby.

I'm trying to prevent your project from being taken over by an oblivious

egomaniac.

Wow. Betrayed by my own blood.

You know, if I wasn't already a supervillain, this would totally be my

story.

Today we are creating the

purest resistance of the ceramics world, the vase.

The what? The vase.

The what?

Vase. We're making a vase.

Oh. Well, why is he saying it like that? You're not better than me.

This vase will serve as inspiration.

It was my grandmother's prized possession, and the one thing she left

will.

Far more valuable than the actual cash she left my siblings.

Ten bucks, this is grandma's and nothing.

Twenty, and I'll take that action.

All right.

Time to get those wheels a -spinning.

You sure you don't want to swap partners?

Might be better to work with someone more experienced.

Nope, we're good.

Amy.

Are you sure you're okay with me and Hartley hanging out?

Yes, I have my own person to hang out with now. Right, Meemaw?

Bubby? You can try it a hundred different ways. It's still not

Ow!

Jake, we're running out of time.

You should have let me do this on my own instead of taking over. Why don't I see

you helping? Yeah, because every time I tried, you were like, Colby, get away.

Your tiny baby hands go against everything science stands for.

Well, they do.

Well, looky here.

You made a volcano.

Or should I say, you made a Volcade don't.

Good one, Milo.

Volcade don't? Seriously? I mean, Volcade note was right there.

Either way, it's never going to win.

No one has to go against my robot that responds to human emotions.

I think you mean our robot.

Dad? How great is this thing?

It's like the dog I never had.

Emoting happiness.

Okay,

enough with the emoting.

I don't get it, Milo. If you always have the science fair on lock, then why'd

you ask my dad for help? I didn't. He begged me to let him help. Guess he

a piece of the Milo magic.

And you just said yes?

Of course not. But then he offered me free access to the teacher's lounge. And

I'm not turning down VIP status like that. They have cashew milk.

Come on, Emototron.

Let's go give the judges some razzle -dazzle.

You know, I can't believe you'd betray me like this.

You mean like how you betrayed me by going to Jake for help? You should have

stuck with me. But the dad train has left the station, and you're the little

engine that couldn't.

Greetings, esteemed judges. Meet Emototron, a robot that responds to

emotions. Go ahead.

Wave to it.

Emoting friendliness.

If you're happy, Emototron is happy.

Who wants a hug?

I'll take a hug.

Okay. That's a longer hug than I needed.

It's just part of the demo. You know what they say about hugs?

That they're a sign of weakness?

He's not letting go.

Bad Emototron, bad!

Emototron doesn't like being manhandled.

Emoting anger.

What?

Emototron, stop!

You think you're tougher than me?

Don't worry, I'll be worth it once you taste that cashew milk.

Your conversation with the clay is not going well.

Yeah, well, art is in the eye of the beholder.

Looks like there's also some clay in the eye of the beholder.

Keep bugging us and you'll be holding your eye.

Que bonito.

Another masterpiece from our perfect pair.

But we all know nothing beautiful lasts forever.

No!

Don't worry.

I think we can save it.

We can't let them finish before we do.

I don't know what your beef is, but I'm always ready for a throwdown.

Let's crank this baby up.

it's a good idea.

she was in their pay -up.

Double or nothing, Grandpa's in that vase over there.

What were you thinking, Amy?

Yeah. You ruined the class.

Then maybe I should just leave.

There wasn't space for me here anyway.

I guess three's a crowd and a perfect pair.

Amy, wait!

And charming to die.

Could use some muscle, Jake.

Oh, look who needs me to fight their battle.

Okay, playtime's over, big guy.

What does an emotion robot need that kind of destructive power?

Because I repurposed one of my destruction bots.

What, I had to do something for me?

Colby, buddy, any chance you could give me a hand? Because it's pretty clear

Dad's not going to do anything.

I need one more second.

Oh, by all means, take your time.

Got it.

Okay, sending my way.

I am Emototron.

I am Emotin Shredder.

His robot.

So much for the Milo magic.

Come on, Emototron.

Let's hit the show.

You know, Kobe, none of this would have happened if you had just accepted my

help. I told you I didn't want your help. Yeah, you wanted mine. No, I

want anyone's help.

I entered the science fair because I always wanted to be like Dad.

And I wanted to prove that I could follow in your footsteps.

Well, I had no idea.

It doesn't matter anyways, because it's obvious I don't know what I'm doing.

Well, who fixed the volcano? You did.

Actually, the Internet did. I just watched a video on my phone, and it told

what to do.

Okay, well, who knew how to look up that video? You did.

It's pretty clear science isn't my thing.

I'm sorry I let you down, Dad.

You didn't let me down, Colby.

If you're not good at science, it just means you're destined to be better at

something else.

After all, you're the, uh, chosen one.

Wow. Your forehead vein didn't pop out when you said that. That's progress.

I'm sorry, too, Colby.

I was so busy trying to show Dad up, I didn't realize I was doing the exact

thing to you that he did to me.

Look, I only take over because I don't want you to fail.

I guess I should let you learn from your mistakes.

But I will always be proud of you, no matter what.

Thanks, Dad.

But you really embarrass me, and then I'll just tell people you're not my son.

I hope

you didn't leave your precious pottery class on my account. Well, that and

Sergio threw us out after Celia answered his grandpa.

Oh, by the way, she said you owe a 40 buck.

Look, Amy, it's obvious Hartley and I doing pottery class bothers you.

No.

If pottery makes you happy for whatever strange reason that might be, I

shouldn't stand in your way.

Actually, I'm fine with taking a break.

After being pelted with balls of clay, I'm going to go home and ice my many,

many wealth.

Why didn't you just admit you were feeling jealous?

We're villains.

We don't talk about our feelings.

Well, maybe.

It's okay to once in a while.

I mean, if I hadn't been open about my rage, I never would have found a hobby.

I guess when I saw how much fun you and Hartley were having, I felt left out.

But I invited you first. I know. I guess I just couldn't get past my deep

-seated hatred for all things pottery.

Okay. Well, just so we're clear, I didn't do that class because I love

pottery. You didn't? No.

The whole point was to find an outlet for my villain rage, and that's exactly

what I did.

That was one of Dad's inventions.

Well, everything's fair game when I have a hammer in my hand.

So I sacrificed my science fair winning streak just so you could use me as a

pawn against your sons?

That's why I like talking to you, smart kid. You know what pawns are.

Well, you underestimated me at your peril. I was able to fix your robot.

Or should I say, my robot.

And now he works better than ever.

Uh -oh.

Don't worry.

He just wants a hug.

Emoting vengeance.

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