You can do this.
[phone chiming]
Max Thunderman, did you follow my orders?
Yes, sir.
League of Master Villains, here I come.
Congratulations, Max. You are now officially...
pranked!
Phoebe?
Aloha, girlfriend.
Nice try. Too bad everyone's still in class.
Are they?
[ringing]
[chuckles]
How ya doing? What's up?
Mahalo.
[laughing]
What are you doing with my stuff?
What are you still doing here?
I thought you'd be halfway to Mexico by now.
Why?
Max is coming for you.
As soon as he figures out how to get that bra off.
Please. I think Max has learned his lesson.
Have you met the guy?
[beeping]
Alert. Alert. Non suit approaching.
I'll get that.
I'll get it. I'm expecting some deliveries.
Got a delivery for Max Thunderman.
That's me,
and hopefully I ordered some of those fancy shorts, too.
Yeah, that's always funny.
1,000 live crickets, six sledgehammers,
three gallons of itching powder,
and one barrel of radioactive waste.
Sign here.
You can still make that last bus to Tijuana.
[music playing]
So, Barb, you want to admit you failed
before the seagulls show up?
Stop exaggerating, Hank.
[seagulls squawking]
I still stand by my book.
Knock, knock, who's there?
Not the man taking out the trash. Bam!
How many girls does it take to knock over the trash?
None. Bam!
Awe. Your book is helping us raise trash talkers.
Literally, trash talkers.
- Literally-- - Oh, Hank, I get it!
All right, Max, I can't take it anymore.
It's over. Let's just call a truce and walk away. Deal?
[buzzing] Ow!
It's not over until I say it's over,
and believe me, it's not over.
Yeah, well, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction.
If you won't end your pranks, then I will.
Oh, are these all your little prank buttons?
Phoebe, just step away from my desk. All right?
Ooh, am I getting warmer? What's this big red button?
This looks important.
Do not press that.
So you don't want me to press the big red button?
Okay. Oops.
[alarm sounding]
You just pushed the self destruct button!
Yeah, right.
You just pushed the self destruct button.
Lair will self destruct in ten minutes.
Ooh, fancy light show and talking computer.
Someone spent their whole allowance on a prank.
No, Phoebe, my prank was not pranking you
and just watching you break down,
which was really fun until now.
Oh, please. If this place were really self destructing,
Dr Colosso would be freaking out.
I'm freaking out. [screaming]
[screaming]
Lair will self destruct in five minutes.
I hope your affairs are in order.
Ooh, ah, maybe this button will help us.
Shortcut activated.
Lair will self destruct in 90 seconds.
Quit touching stuff, Handsy.
If you would've just stopped pranking me,
none of this would've happened.
Is this super villain thing really worth it?
Absolutely. We get cool costumes,
awesome hideouts and goatees.
It's a lot of fun.
Total annihilation in 60 seconds.
Okay, maybe not.
Then why, Max? Why all this supervillain stuff?
You're in a family of superheroes.
Exactly. How else am I going to stand out?
And look at you,
you've always been so great at being good.
Everyone thinks you're going to be like,
one of the best superheros ever one day.
- Really? - No gloating, we're on me now.
So what were my choices, huh?
Be second best at being good or, be the best at being bad?
And I want to be the best.
So if you think about it, this is all your fault.
Well, I'm glad you shared that with me.
Too bad it had to happen 30 seconds
before we're blown to bits!
Goodbye, my bags. I've always loved you.
There must be something in all this prank stuff
you had ordered that can help us.
Complete obliteration in 20 seconds.
Forget it, Phoebe. We're done. Game over. History. Toast.
Kicked the bucket. Kaput. Bought the farm.
Roll the credits, it's over!
It's not over until I say it's over.
Self destruct in five, four, three, two-o-o...
Now it's over.
So about that truce? We good?
Yes, ma'am.
Good.
How about that I love you prank of mine, huh?
[chuckles] Funny stuff.
We're never going to talk about, right?