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- 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!

- [explosion] - [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.

- ♪

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