Episode Report Card Cindy McLennan: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Partners In Crime... Fighting
By Cindy McLennan | Season 1 | Episode 9 | Aired on 11.30.2010
Will: (Us and the rest of the audience.)
Nice, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: (Like I said...)
Katie: Hello, I'm trying to go on a date here. So okay, we get inside, bust the poker party. I order the kids out, and then scoff, but then they totally change their minds and leave, because I am fierce.
Will: (And because, WITH MY MIND, I suggest they leave, but don't tell Katie. She's so cute when she's proud of herself. Also, while she bargains with the Powell kids over whether or not she'll tell their mother, I snoop around the house looking for evidence of Super Powell Power, which I find -- stuff like Stephanie's snack drawer and her journal in which she's documenting their powers. SCORE!)
Nice, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: (Thank you.)
Katie: So while Will goes to "wash his hands" I'm arguing with the kids about telling their mom on them. When Will gets back, his phone rings. It's his boss.
Will: (He wants me to go break out Sparkles.)
Katie: He has a work emergency. (So I tell Daphne if she reads his mind and figures out if he's bailing because this date sucks, or because he really has work, I'll forget to tell Stephanie about the poker game.)
Daphne: (But when I go to read Will's mind, all I get is static. It freaks me out -- as does the way he's looking at me. Anyhow, I tell Katie he really does have to work, because we need to get off the hook for this one.)
Katie: So, Will and I leave.
Daphne: And it's then that JJ and I realize just how screwed we really are. The marble sculpture of my parents' hands has been smashed to smithereens.
Nice, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: Even though it was over on the mantle, and even though the gathering never got rowdy and people spent most of their time sitting around the table, playing cards?
JJ: I know, RIGHT? But, we've got to fix it and my super-brain knows just the way to do it. But do we use my frustrated-artist father's art supplies to put it together? No, because that would make sense. Instead, I talk my sister into breaking into the high school art room with me, because we all know how much marble work is done in high school classes across America.
Meanwhile, at the lair...
George: I'm a little put off that there's a chick in our private boy's club, but I get over it when I realize she's good at this super-heroing stuff.
Steph: Heh. Right. After George identifies Sparkles as Theo Patton, I come up with a plan. We'll catch him, sedate him, and then I'll get to work on concocting a kryptonite specific to his super-villain make-up.
At the hospital...
Sparkles: Tree bad. Fire pretty. Give me phone, cop. Me want my one phone call.
At Global Tech...
Dr. RevCamKing: [answering phone] Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated.
Sparkles: Me want freedom! Me tell on you if not give me freedom.
King: Me working... ahem. I'm working on it, all right? Sit tight. Bye bye.
Sparkles: Tree bad. Fire pretty.
Jim: So, at one point, we're at the lab, while Steph cooks up a sedative for Sparkles.
Steph: Oh yeah, and Francis comes in, snits at me to watch my back, and then reveals he's been fired.
Jim: I still cringe for you that I had to explain that, honey.
Steph: Ahem. So anyhow, we're headed over to bust out Sparkles when we get the call from George.
Steph: There's always a call from George.
Jim: Someone's already freed Sparkles. It's not long before we happen upon the flipped van. There's a hole burned right in it. And Cordero and another cop are unconscious and injured.
Nice, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: Let me guess. And even though George heard about the van flipping on the police scanner, there's not a rescue worker on the scene and Jim has to drag Cordero and partner out of the paddy wagon.
Will: (Right. Plus I'm watching from the shadows.)
Steph: Yes. And I get to run after Sparkles, who is basically a fireball right now. And then we fight at some construction site. I can outrun Extra-Flamey Sparkles at first, but he starts gaining on me. Just when I think my goose is cooked (see what I did there?) Jim shows up and throws him into some electrical panel. Sparkles shakes it off and is ready to roast us both, but then the electrical panel ignites, and releases some thingum and Sparkles is doused with I don't know. What is that? Sand. Dry concrete? Asphalt? Gravel?
Big, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: Darned if I know. But he's dead, right?
Daphne: Yes.
The Bangles: Am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame?
Big, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: Not so much, no.
Jim: And sheesh, I never killed anyone before. Oh sure, I've hurled people off the top of buildings, but they happened to be super villains and bounced back. [Snicker.] Anyhow, Steph and I aren't so much up for a big night at the hotel, anymore, so we're going home.
Steph: I call the kids to warn let them know, because I'm just that clueless.
At the School...
Daphne: So, this has been a big night. We break into the school carrying the sculpture pieces in a chain saw box, which is a little confusing at first, no?
Big, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: Word. At first I thought you took a saw to the door and I was all haven't these kids ever heard of throwing a rock through a window?
Daphne: Then the security guard busts us, so we fess up to our reason for being there. Once I read his mind and realize he can be bought, I hand him the wad of cash that was our poker winnings, to buy his silence.
Big, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: Ridiculous.
JJ: I know, right? She could have just offered him some.
Big, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: No, genius. It's ridiculous to think that Katie would have let you guys settle up, before she kicked the poker-bullies out of the house. But continue, please.
JJ: Okay, so we fix the sculpture and then Mom calls Katie on her cell, so we bust ass out of there and try to beat them home.