- Phoebe, what do you think
of my painting of Max?
- Clearly you've never
seen Max in a toga.
- I have up here.
- Late again?
- Yeah, I have this thing
where I don't care.
- Oh, Max, I meant to ask you.
Which one of your masterpieces
would you like to donate
to tomorrow's
school art auction?
- Gosh, Mrs. Matson,
I don't know.
There's so many to choose from.
- Hmm.
- [mocking] So many
to choose from.
- Maybe I'll make a new one.
- Well, whatever it is, Max,
I'm sure it will bring in
a lot of money for the school.
Phoebe, when are you going
to start your project?
- Um, actually,
I just finished it.
I call it... "Horse."
-Looks like it was
made by a horse.
- Max, funny and talented.
And Phoebe... always on time.
- I don't get it.
Why is art so easy for you
and so hard for me?
We're twins.
- Let's ask your horse monster.
Throw me in the garbage, Max!
Neighhhh!
- Max!
- I'm sorry, Mrs. Matson,
I didn't see it there.
- MRS. MATSON: It's beautiful.
- What?
- What?
- Even when you fall,
you create magic.
Take it in, class.
- I can do that, too, you know.
Hmm...
- [splash]
- I call this one
"How much do I owe you
for those shoes?"
- ♪
- WOMAN: ♪ What you see
is not what you get ♪
♪ Living our lives
with a secret ♪
♪ We fit right in,
bet you never guessed ♪
♪ Living 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 ♪
♪ Living a double life ♪
- What?
Another one?
- I told you the costume
shop was having a sale.
- Not your costume, Colosso.
I just lost another
follower on Evilgram.
Why do you think
I'm losing so many?
- 'Cause moving here
made you soft.
You used to post
pics of yourself
f*ring rockets at satellites.
Now you're just waiting for me
to sit on a whoopee cushion.
- [farting sound]
- [laughs] That's funny--
I gotta post that.
- No, you don't.
Hi-yaaaah!
Waaaaaa...
I just saved you from losing
more followers!
- You're right.
I gotta get my edge back.
Let's get a picture
of me taking out a satellite.
- COLOSSO: Attaboy.
- [laughs]
- Now what are we
going to do next time?
- Take the selfie before
I light the fuse.
- Yes, grasshopper.
- Oh... you found
the art supplies.
- Yeah, weird, they were
in the back of the garage
under the power tools in this
box labeled "Keep Out."
- Uhh...
- Really?
- Weird!
- Anyway...
now with a little hard
work, my art can earn
more money at
the auction than Max's.
- That's the spirit, Phoebe!
Keep reaching for the stars!
Just don't paint them.
- [laughs]
- Hey, hey, you two--let's...
- I'm sorry.
It's just she keep ruining
the refrigerator for me.
- Nothing can ruin
the refrigerator for you, Dad.
- Listen, we're gonna
support Phoebe, all right?
That's why I signed your dad
up to be the auctioneer
at the art fundraiser.
- Why, because I'm loud,
boisterous, and in your face?
- Mm-hmm.
- [shouting] Sold to my wife
who knows me so well!
- [shouting] Why are we yelling?
- That's how auctioneers
get people to pay for art.
- You have to get people
to pay for Phoebe's art?
- [shouting] You're gonna
need a lot more than yelling!
- I see you found
the -foot-pole
girls won't go near you with.
Whoa!
- No, I'm going to vault myself
into the Hiddenville Zoo
and then recruit a gorilla army.
I'll have my Evilgram
followers back by midnight.
- [crash]
- Ooh...
Mom's gonna be mad
at you for that!
- And you're gonna be
mad at me for doing this.
- [crash]
- MAX: Ow!
- Come on, Phoebe, you can make
something better than Max
for the art auction!
Art powers, activate!
- [classical music]
- I've done it!
I knew if I just put my heart
into it, I could create...
Mt. Suckamanjaro.
No one's gonna
pay money for this.
They'll be too busy throwing up.
- [panting]
I feel like your
art project looks.
- Uh, rough night at the zoo?
- Turns out gorillas
really like playing
Max in the Middle.
Not giving up yet, Colosso.
I will post something devious to
prove that I am not going soft.
- Will that be before or after
your lilac-scented bubble bath?
- Oh, I'm sorry,
did the gorillas
use you as a soccer ball or me?
- Max, you've gotta tell me
how do you get your art ideas?
Do you think about them?
DO you not think about them?
Do you take bubble baths
in front of Colosso?
- Phoebe, my artistic brilliance
is not something
that can be taught.
My art projects come from
a place deep within my soul.
- [zooming sound]
- Here's your
latest art project, Max.
- I think Billy has
keys to your soul.
I can't believe you've been
using him to fetch art for you
from around the world.
- Actually, I get
them from a dumpster
behind the art
school across town.
- You're not an artist
at all--you're a trash man.
- Hey, Billy's a trash man.
I'm the guy that's gonna
make more money than you
at the art auction.
- How lazy, how despicable...
how quickly can you get me
something better than Max's?
- Don't do it, Billy.
- [sighs] Sorry,
Phoebe, I work for Max.
- Here's bucks.
- Sorry, Max, I work for Phoebe.
- [zooming sound]
- Wow, Max, that's
a beautiful painting.
It really shows your
sweet, sensitive side.
- That's a problem--I'll fix it.
- [scoffs] So you
like girls with goatees.
♪ Noted ♪
- Oh, Phoebe, take Max's vase
over to the masterpiece corner.
- Um, actually, Ms.
Matson, I made this.
- Really? It's stunning.
Well, I take back everything
I was saying about you
in the teacher's lounge.
- Ha!
- You might be giving
Max a run for his money.
- Well, I gave
somebody money to run.
- [in country accent]
Going once, twice,
sold to Principal Bradford!
That's my cowboy
auctioneer voice.
[in British accent] I can also
do a fancy-pants auctioneer
if it pleases the principal.
- It doesn't.
I'll be over there...
talking to the single moms.
Joyce, is that a new sweater?
Whaaat?
- Something wrong, Max?
- I'm just losing
followers on Evilgram.
- Aww, well, you've
got lots of friends.
Sarah likes you.
What's that on her face?
- Whole lot of crazy.
- Thanks for the vase, Billy.
Sorry, Max, guess there's a new
fake artist in the family.
- It's dumpster art--
don't be too proud.
- Actually, Phoebe's
is from the museum.
Which reminds me, I gotta
return it before they close.
- That's a funny joke, Billy.
Please tell me
that's a joke, Billy.
- You said you wanted
something better than Max,
so I went to the Hiddenville
Art Museum.
- BOTH: What?!
- Billy, you stole
it from the museum?
- Relax, Phoebe,
it's not worth much.
The sign said it's priceless.
- [smirking] What's priceless
is the look on
Phoebe's face right now.
- Billy, "priceless" means
it's really expensive.
- Where do these
words come from?
- We could go
to jail for stealing.
We've gotta get it back
before the auction starts.
- [gavel raps]
- Let's get
this auction started.
- Yee-hoo!
- We can't let
anybody buy that vase.
How are we gonna fix this?
- We?
This is a you problem,
as in you an art thief, girl.
- All right, Billy,
it's up to us.
As soon as I get
that vase, you take it
and return it to the museum.
- Good evening, parents,
students...
Joyce.
I'd like to introduce
the only parent
who would agree
to be the auctioneer,
Hank Thunderman.
- [cheering]
- Ha, that's my wife.
[chuckles]
- I'm as surprised
as everyone else.
- All right, let's get
the evening started with...
- Not the vase, not the vase!
- ...this beautiful vase,
which is made by...
Phoebe Thunderman?
Is there another Phoebe
Thunderman at this school?
- Max, did you help
her with that?
- Nope, she stole
it from a museum.
- Oh, silly,
don't be so jealous.
- Okay, let's get
the bidding started at $ .
Do I hear $ --$ .
Thank you, ma'am.
- This is good.
When Mom buys the vase, we can
trick her into giving it to me.
- Fifty dollars.
- What?
- Seventy dollars.
My daughter made that
vase, so you understand.
- I totally get it.
Eighty dollars.
- Oh, it's gonna be like that.
One hundred dollars.
- Okay, could I get $
from someone I do not
share a bank account with.
One-twenty... anyone?
- Yes, over here.
I can't raise my hand.
- Flapping counts.
- Does it, Hank?
Does it?
- Well, I mean, according
to the auctioneer's handbook--
- Hank!
- Sold to my wife
who is clearly the boss of me.
- [applause]
- Mom, you won my vase.
Here, let me get
it wrapped for you.
Take this to the museum--
I'll handle Mom.
- Okay.
- [vase shatters]
- Oh, no, my masterpiece.
- Phoebe, what happened?
I don't know--it just slipped,
but I will make you
another one, I promise.
In fact, I'll go
do that right now.
- Aww, that's too bad.
Yeah... make sure she pays.
- What's going on?
Why are you smiling?
- Just taking care of problems.
- I was too late--
the museum's closed.
- Why are you still smiling?
- 'Cause my face
freezes when I freak out.
- It's okay, Phoebe.
I hear we get pudding in jail.
- No one's going to jail.
We are still gonna
return the vase.
We just have to sneak in after
hours without permission.
- You mean break in?
- Don't put Max
words in my mouth.
You make it sound so...
- Evil?
Because it is.
In fact, a break-in selfie
is just what I need
to get my followers
back on Evilgram.
- Ugh, I'm so gonna regret this,
but I could use your help.
Nora, Mom and Dad can't
find out that we're...
- ...breaking into a museum.
- Yeah, sure, what he said.
Just keep the auction
going until we get back.
- ...from breaking
into a museum.
- Stop it!
- [suspense music]
- [whistling]
- Okay, we're in.
We just gotta make this quick.
I don't want to know what
jail pudding tastes like.
- Phoebe, relax--I disabled
the security cameras.
- And I found a free
King Tut lollipop.
Mmm... history.
- Art thief action selfie.
- GUARD: [whistling]
- Oh, no.
- Somebody's coming and
we're gonna get caught
and I can't stop smiling again
because I'm freaking out.
What are we gonna do?
- Phoebe!
Stop smiling and hide!
- [whistling]
- [sighs] This
pitcher's getting heavy.
- Technically the Egyptians
called that a ewer.
- Technically it's gonna
make the same noise
when it hits the floor.
- Hang in there, guys,
he'll be gone soon.
- Time for my nightly break.
My nightly dance break.
[beatboxing]
- I don't know who
looks more ridiculous...
us or him.
I'm gonna go with him.
- Yeah, definitely him.
- Okay, folks, we are
down to our last item.
- Last item... oh, no.
- Oh, that must be
Max's painting.
Where is he, anyway?
- With Phoebe.
- Where's Phoebe?
- With Billy.
- Where's Billy?
- With Max.
- Where's--
- Shh... the auction's starting.
- Who wants to start the bidding
on my son's one-of-a-kind...
bearded girl?
Um, who would like to start
the bidding at $ .
- Twenty-five!
- I've got $ from
the girl I keep telling
to stay out of my yard.
Do I have $ ... anyone?
Anybody?
- You gonna bid on Max's
painting, Mom?
That? Looks like it
came from a dumpster.
- I get it--you love
Phoebe the most.
- That's not true.
- If only there was a way
for you to prove it.
- HANK: Twenty-five going
once, going twice...
- [shouting] Twenty-six dollars.
I love my son!
- Twenty-seven...
I love your son more.
- Twenty-eight dollars.
- Twenty-nine.
- Thirty!
- [clang]
- [techno music from headphones]
- This is not the kind
of evil I was hoping for.
- I know, all this gold
is giving me a kink in my neck.
- That's what
you're thinking about?
- Well, that and I
shouldn't care so much
about competing with you.
- Phoebe, it's not a
competition.
We're on a team--
I'm the captain,
you're the weird bus driver
that takes us to away games.
- I am not Bus Driver Sally.
- BILLY: Uh-oh, bad news, guys!
- Oh, do you have to go
to the bathroom?
- Well, I do now.
I was talking about the guard.
He knows the vase is missing.
- Joe... Joe, you
gotta get down here.
The bird vase is missing.
[laughs] No, I wasn't dancing!
- Billy, his back
is turned--go now.
- You want me to go to
the bathroom in the ewer.
Okay...
- PHOEBE: No!
Go put the bird vase back!
- Oh, right.
- Good job, Billy.
Max?
Yeah, I snuck in here,
but don't tell your mummy.
- This isn't happening!
Get back here, Max!
- Wait...
something's not
right here, either.
- All right, what's
going on, Happy Feet?
- I was patrolling, not dancing,
when I noticed
the bird vase was gone.
- What are you talking
about--it's right there.
- [clank echoes from far away]
- You want to explain that?
- I am not a good guard, am I?
- Escape selfie.
- One-hundred and forty.
- Hundred and forty-one.
- One-hundred and forty-two.
- One-hundred forty-three.
- One-hundred forty-four.
- Two hundred dollars.
[gasps] I don't
have that much money.
- [gasps] Then I guess ya lose.
- This doesn't
have to end, Sarah.
You can borrow money
from your parents,
skip college, get
a small business loan.
- Or...
I win, suckas!
[laughs maniacally]
- Never bet on crazy.
- Well, that's it, folks.
As they say
in the auction game,
I bid you farewell.
- Go home, Hank.
In fact, let's
all get out of here.
Joyce, you with me?
Where's Joyce?
I hate this school.
- So you're probably
still wondering
where Max, Phoebe,
and Billy are.
Don't get mad, but they're--
- They're right here.
- And Phoebe didn't
make you a new vase.
Maybe you're right
to love Max more.
- [scoffs] Guys,
I want to talk to you
about something Nora said.
- Nora's a liar!
- [sighs]
- She's just confused.
I don't love Phoebe
more than you.
I love you both equally.
- [whispers loudly]
I don't think she knows.
- BARB: Knows what?
- That we love you...
more than Dad?
- Awww... you know,
I always suspected it,
but it's just nice to hear.
Shh.
- [phone jingles]
- Haha!
Thanks to my museum break-in,
my followers are coming back.
- It wasn't a break-in.
I left admission fees
on one of the displays.
- You mean the money I took
to pay for this ice cream?
- Well, it's fine, 'cause
I took the money from you.
I do have one question, though.
Do you have Billy steal your
artwork 'cause you're lazy
or 'cause you're just
horrible at art like me.
- It's 'cause I'm lazy.
I'm actually really good at art.
Here, check this out.
- Wow, that's amazing.
- Yeah, something I threw
together this morning.
- Wait a minute, wasn't
that in the museum?
- Yes, I'm back!
- ♪
02x09 - Change of Art
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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.