I ain't dead, and I ain't gone for nothin'. Anyway, we get some more information, we've got an explanation for Kelly's break. HAHAHAHAHAHAH

We have good things. Or, maybe not. How do I know? I'm just the writer... mawahahahahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Disclaimer: I do not own the Thundermans, nor evil laugh. :( I want an evil laugh.

Phoebe and Max, they aren't bad people. Their powers can just… be too much for some other people. Those… people did things to their powers, something that made it irresistible to people. It only lasts a few minutes, but it's always there. It shimmers in the air, and if people just inhale it, even for a moment they get drunk on the power. It's nothing that most people - adults - can't handle. But the girl who'd collapsed was a teenager.

Will she be alright? Phoebe wonders. Probably. Max replies. Will… will we find Mom and Dad?

Max is quiet, for a moment, before saying I don't know.

Mother and Father are sitting, side-by-side, listening to the play by play that Simone is giving to them. "They entered the town around 6 o'clock, night time and found a place to hide. After, around 8 o'clock in the m-" Mother covered the receiver and turned to Father.

"That's the time we'd ingrained in them to get up," she whispered excitedly. "If they are still going by our time, then they must still be under our control. They must think it's a game. Oh, poor poor children!" She said, cooing. Father's eyes stayed glued onto Mother's and he shook his head.

She scowled, but took her hand off the receiver. "-rl collapsed because of a 'power-insurance'. She's in a medically induced coma in order to help her heal. The doctors say she'll have one hell of a headache when she gets out of the coma - he says they'll take her off around six o'clock tomorrow."

Mother nodded, before saying good-bye and hanging up. She turns to Father, and tilts her head. "You don't think our babies are submissive?"

"No."

"Why?"

"They left."

"They thought we'd be proud."

"No, they didn't."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Mother, you must stop."

"What do you mean?"

"These children… they slander our good reputation. They place anger, and hatred into our other children's heart. Why do we continue going after them?"

Mother was quiet for a moment. "They are our children!" She shrieks. Father gently pushes Mother down. "These are not our children, Mother, remember? We'd…"

"No! See?! That is Mackenzie! And that, that boy, is Luke! And, and the girl, the black girl is Olivia; and the boy is… the boy is… Wally! Remember, Father? Remember our children?"

Father gently pets Mother's head. "Mother," he starts softly. "Mackenzie is gone. Luke has left. Olivia is white. Wally doesn't have brown hair."

"They are teenagers!" Mother shrieks. "They are rebelling and it's our duty as parents to help them!"

"M-"

"Oh, Father. Darling. Please don't go insane on me now. We've got much to do. Our duties as parents are not over. Please don't make me take you out of the picture, Father." Mother's voice grew taut and angry as she continued.

"Of course not, Mother," Father says smoothly. "I'm just worried our children and you don't realize the true potential. They can do more as Phoebe and Max Thunderman, then they'd be able to do as Mackenzie and Luke Westler."

"They can't be both," Mother said the truth dawning upon her.

"Yes," Father said.

"But… they aren't. They aren't ready to be Max and Phoebe."

"Perhaps not. But we can use them to our advantage. Let's say… let Olivia and Wally find them. And let them observe."

"But… Olivia and Wally are ready?"

"Perhaps."

"Then it's time to send them home."

Link and Simone blink as the phone rings.

"Mother," Link answers.

"Children," Mother cooes. "It's time for the next mission."

"Mother we haven't finished this one." Simone says.

"There will be plenty of time for that, later." Father says. Simone glances over at Link. She mouths 'Plenty of time?' Link shrugs.

"It's time for you to go back to your adoptive mother, children." Simone blinks at the disgust in Mother's voice.

"Adoptive?" Simone asks.

"The ones who gave birth to you, but didn't raise you. Adoptive. Oh, Olivia. I thought you were the smart one."

Simone bits her lip. Link's is already bleeding. "I… I don't think that is what adoptive mother is." Father says.

"Oh! Silly me! I meant surrogate mother. I always get those confused. Anyway, come home, darlings. We're going to prep you quickly for your returning roles."

Hank's in bed when Barb gets in and snuggles into his side.

"Do you think they're alive?" Barb asks, voice void of emotions.

"I don't know." Hank says, looking at the window, staring at the stars.

"I don't know."