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- 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 500 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 500 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 beat 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.

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