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- 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 died?

- 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 killing 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 106.

- 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 shot.

- 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.

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