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[x-powder ringing]

[theme music]

[explosion]

[typing on computer keyboard]

-Huh?

Incoming object?

That can't be right.

Argh!

-Ooh!

-Ahh!

-Hm.

You guys notice anything different?

-Ugh!

How could we not.

I mean, hello!

Could your morning hair be any more unruly?

-I meant something different in the house?

Something that's missing?

-Like, parents, rules, and responsibility?

-Exactly!

-Huh?

[shrieks]

-Homework is history!

-Dinner for breakfast!

-Breakfast for dinner!

(IN UNISON): Manicures every day!

-Why not twice a day?

(IN UNISON): All shopping, no stopping!

Ahem!

(IN UNISON): Huh?

-Hah!

-Hiya!

-Ugh!

-Who are you?

And what are you doing in our stopping fantasy?

-Agh!

-You didn't think WHOOP would allow you to live here by

yourselves, did you?

-Actually, um, yeah.

-Amusing notion, but not the case.

I'm Myrna Beesbottom, a former WHOOP agent.

Uh, I've been assigned to be your nanny.

(IN UNISON): Nanny?

-We're not catching flies, ladies.

Mouths closed.

-Uh, ex--

excuse me.

Um, we don't need a nanny.

-Apparently, Jerry thinks you do.

And judging by the way you keep house,

I'm inclined to agree.

(IN UNISON): Hm?

-Seriously, a nanny?

But we're, like, teenagers.

-Precisely why responsibility must be reinforced.

If you abide by a few simple rules, you'll

hardly know I'm here.

-Um, exactly what kind of rules?

Ha.

-Unless on WHOOP business, curfew is at 9:00, junk food

will not be tolerated, and there will no telephone

privileges until all homework is completed.

[nervous chattering]

(IN UNISON): Ugh!

-No phone?

But-- but what if it's something really important.

-Yeah, like-- like-- confirming a date?

-Hm, oh yes, that reminds me.

No boys.

(IN UNISON): Whoa!

Ugh!

Whoa!

Whoa!

-Whoa!

Agh!

-Ugh!

-Good morning, ladies.

I trust you've--

-Totally insulting.

I mean, a nanny?

-Oh, my.

[nervous chattering]

(IN UNISON): Hey!

-Thank you, G.L.A.D.I.S. Ladies,

please, allow me to explain.

Mrs. Beesbottom's presence is not punishment.

In fact, I only have your best interests in mind.

-Our best interests?

-Jer?

-Ah, tut, tut, tut.

Independence can be alluring, but you need to

focus on your missions.

Which brings us to the business at hand, highly

irregular meteor activity over the last 72 hours.

-Shooting stars?

Can you say, big deal?

-Actually, Clover, a great many of these

have struck the Earth.

Including, most recently, a major observatory.

-Since most meteors are smaller than a pebble and burn

up in the atmosphere, I'm guessing these

would have to be huge.

-Precisely.

WHOOP is inclined to believe that there is something

sinister at hand.

-I guess I'm in.

Anything's better than playtime with Nanny

Yells-A-Lot.

-Very well, then.

G.L.A.D.I.S.?

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Dispensing gadgets.

-Magno Gogo Boots will allow you to

walk on metallic surfaces.

Ice-Queen Perfume will freeze any object on contact.

And one other item.

-Ooh, you're giving us a car?

This, so, makes up for the nanny thing, Jer.

-Oh!

The remote will provide you with a direct link to Mrs.

Beesbottom.

It's impervious to interference, and the blinking

red light indicates a message is waiting.

-Oh, great.

Reach out and annoy someone.

-Oh.

-Girls, I expect you to behave on this mission.

Remember you're representing WHOOP, the World Organization

Of Human Protection.

-I think we get the gist.

-[gasp]

Another meteor.

Let's get you to your ship.

-Ship?

What ship?

(IN UNISON): Whoa!

-Ooh, a meteor, [inaudible].

-Sam!

-I barely passed Driver's Ed.

How does WHOOP expect me to fly a rocket?

-Hold on, I think I can level it out.

-Wait!

Don't touch that!

[screams]

-OK.

Sam flies from now on.

-No argument here.

-[gasp]

The meteor, we're in range.

-I think I can calculate a trajectory.

[beeping]

-It's headed for Moscow.

-Keep up the pace.

Ha, you want to be cosmonaut you must be strong.

Huh-huh-huh, that's it.

Lift those knees.

-We'll never reach it, it's going too fast!

-Oh yeah?

Let's see about that.

Firing afterburners.

Sorry.

-I think it's time to cool that rock down.

-Yeah , let's take a walk on the wild side.

How close can get to that thing, Sam?

-How close do you want?

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Whoa!

-Sorry.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Definitely not that close.

-This time I'll bring her in slowly.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): That's it.

Almost there.

Just a little closer, Sammy!

OK, now!

Agh!

-10 seconds to impact!

[screams]

-Huh.

Huh.

-OK, time for a mega-dose.

[screams]

-Huh?

Wow!

Huh?

-Huh, Ugh!

-You were very brave.

My students owe you thanks.

Thank you.

-Oh, no problem, at all.

We do this kind of thing all the--

-Check it out!

-Hm.

Whoa!

Time for an X-Powder tune up.

-It's not the X-Powder.

It's the meteorite, look!

-Whoa!

Freaky.

-Yep.

This one has Jerry written all over it.

[school bell ringing]

-OK, is it me, or is there something way suspicious about

this mission?

-Yeah, you mean the part where none of the cute Russian boys

we saved from a fiery doom gave us any digits?

-No, the part where all these meteors seem to be targeting

spacey types.

-Hey, you're right.

First the guy at the observatory, then the

cosmonauts.

But why?

MRS. BEESBOTTOM (OFFSCREEN): Alex, Clover, Sam!

-Oh, please.

Tell me our nanny didn't just yell our names across campus?

-When I go through the trouble of making you a nutritious

lunch, the least you can do is remember to take it with you.

-But we had a--

-No excuses.

Sam, turkey and sprouts.

Clover roast beef on rye.

-Hello!

Vegetarian!

-Very well, peanut butter and jelly, crusts removed.

-Hey, no fair.

-Life isn't fair.

Now run along and study.

-Oh, this is so humiliating.

-It could be worse.

At least no one saw us.

-How sweet.

I wish my nanny cut my crusts off.

Oh, wait, that's right, I don't have a nanny.

Well, at least not since I was like six.

[x-powder ringing]

-Oh, yeah!

Well, I've--

I've--

I've got to take this call.

[x-powder ringing]

-Ladies, it appears the meteorite sample you sent has

been exposed to an extremely powerful magnetic field.

-Tons of cosmic anomalies can cause that.

-True.

But so can a Taradigm 4000 Magnetic Flux Resonator, one

of which happens to be aboard the recently decommissioned

global space station.

-So if no one is up there, who's throwing the rocks?

-[gasp]

Maybe it's aliens.

-There's only one way to find out.

-Uh, gross!

People actually lived on that thing?

-Guess now we know why it was abandoned.

-Actually, it was abandoned because it's

in a decaying orbit.

-I take it that's a bad thing?

[gasps]

-Majorly.

Whoa!

OK, this is definitely not what I expected.

-Ach!

The Age of Aquarius thing is so last season.

-Whoa!

Someone has a thing against nerds.

-Not nerds, astronauts.

This is the Russian cosmonaut we met.

And here's the astronomer that almost got smushed.

Someone is definitely targeting them.

[shriek]

-Oh, it's Ricky Rickerson, pop icon and astronaut.

Isn't he a dream?

-In my chart, deary, he's a nightmare.

-I know you.

You're Miss Lady Luna, that wacky TV

Astrologer to the Stars.

-I don't believe it!

When I called your hot line, your recording said I would

find true love.

And I did!

Six times.

-Oh, you're too kind, my little moonbeams.

Oh, welcome to my little celestial hideaway.

-Um, love what you've done with the place.

But you do know this is going to be a flaming ball of space

junk any sec, right?

-Hm.

Aries is in the seven house of Saturn, dear.

Of course, I know.

I've just enough time to finish up here before I have

to skedaddle.

-Um, finish up what?

-Ooh, just a little plan to exact revenge on the station's

final crew.

A crew that should have included me.

-I think maybe it's time you got your air tanks checked.

-My ruling house was in perfect alignment.

And some pop star decided that he could

take my place in line.

Well, guess he'll learn that when you grab the comet's tail

you get burned.

-So you're responsible for all those meteorite attacks.

-Correct again, my star.

-And you're doing all this because you didn't get picked

to go in to space?

-Ah, ha, ha, ha.

(IN UNISON): Agh!

-According to my charts it was my destiny.

And now that talentless kid will pay.

-Talentless?

Ricky Rickerson is a totally gifted singer slash dancer.

Now step away from that thingy.

[chuckling]

(IN UNISON): Agh!

-[inaudible]

how blind!

-I can't see.

-What did you do to us?

-Just a little stardust.

That twinkle in your eyes should keep you out of my way

long enough.

[chuckling]

-You won't get away with this!

-Oh, my cherubs, according to my charts, I already have.

And they never lie.

-Oh, yeah?

Hiya!

Ooh!

-A few little modifications was all it took.

Now I have my very open Space Age sling shot.

Hm, mm.

This one should make quite a splash in your hometown.

[shrieks]

-Beverly Hills?

You could destroy an entire neighborhood.

Not to mention a mall, day spa, or yoga studio.

-Not likely.

I've perfected the targeting system.

So I'm afraid rocket boy's moon has set.

-Not if we get there first.

-By my calculations, that should prove most impossible.

-Oh, really?

Why?

Our Venus isn't rising?

-No, I'm taking your ship.

Mine's damaged beyond repair, and I would hate to miss our

little star's newest hit.

Ah, ha, ha.

Ta-ta.

(IN UNISON): Ugh!

-I can't see with all these sparkles in my face.

It's like some kind of pixie prom.

-Can't we just open a window?

-Hey!

That might actually work.

Quick, activate helmets.

(IN UNISON): Whoa!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Agh!

-Well, that's one way to clean house.

-Houston, we have a problem.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Make that two problems.

If we don't, [grunting]

get this thing back in orbit, [grunting]

it's gonna be spies extra crispy.

-Firing retro boosters.

Ugh!

-Nothing, it didn't work.

[alarm]

-Heat shields are failing.

Clover, try to adjust our pitch.

-I don't think it did anything!

Maybe if we reroute all the power to the axillary.

Yes!

No!

-Yeow!

-Maybe we should just get out and push.

-Wait!

I've got it!

-Maybe going down in flames isn't such a

bad idea, after all.

[giggles]

-I am very disappointed.

Letting an inferior villain, such as that, get

the better of you.

All I can say is, that I'm glad I'm only the nanny and

not your WHOOP superior.

And if I'm not mistaken, there are three spies in this van

who forgot to floss today.

-Yeah, we'll get right on that.

You can drop us off here.

-Hm.

Any second now.

Mars, the bringer of war will have his say!

-Hm?

[gasp]

-Agh!

Whoa!

-No!

[gasp]

My predictions are infallible.

-Wow, you three are amazing!

I owe you big time.

-I'm happy to accept any and all thanks on

behalf of the team.

Perhaps over dinner, tonight?

-Hm?

-It's a date!

-This was not in the charts.

The three have ruined everything.

-Well, I think you got your stars crossed, lady.

Because I'm predicting jail!

-On second thought, maybe I should check my horoscope.

-You know, she really gives TV astrologers a bad name.

-Let's go get her.

[grunting]

-Going somewhere?

-Ugh!

-Hm.

-Silly girls, worked like a charm.

[chuckling]

-Hardly!

-Yah, oomph.

-Next time, check your back before talking smack.

-Time to show Miss Lady Loony how it's done.

-Whoa!

-Hah!

Ugh!

[smack]

-But who's showing who?

-You don't think I spent all that 0G training sipping juice

boxes do you?

Hm, mm.

-You're not the only one who can defy gravity.

-Impressive, but I have something much more powerful.

Star power.

And you know what the most powerful star

is, don't you girls?

The sun!

-Agh!

Whoa!

-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

And it seems as if your stars have finally faded.

-Huh?

-Huh?

What the--

-Aw, sorry to break it to you, but someone

just pulled your plug.

-Wh-- wh--

ooh, Mars must be in retrograde.

-Is it just me, or have you not understood

a word she's said?

-It's before curfew, our homework is done, and we've

caught the wacky astrologer.

-Can we please get a pizza?

-Hello!

Anyone home?

-That would be a large mushroom and olives with extra

cheese, I presume?

(IN UNISON): Jerry?

-Um, where's Mrs. Beesbottom?

-In hindsight, a nanny was a bit excessive.

Since you've proved you're able to ask for help when you

really need it, I think you'll find do fine on your own.

-This is awesome!

-Jerry, Jerry, you're so cool!

-Great!

-Thank you.

-However--

-Huh?

-I should inform you that I've instructed G.L.A.D.I.S. to

keep an eye on you.

-G.L.A.D.I.S.?

How can she do that?

[beeping]

(IN UNISON): Agh!

-Hey, well, if you'll excuse me, I have a date

to get ready for.

Agh!

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Warning, lock-down mode initiated.

Date unauthorized.

[sigh]

[nervous chattering]

[chuckling]

-I had a totally awesome dream last night, that I

could, like, fly.

But not with jet packs.

Just by myself.

But not just by myself, with birds, lots of birds.

I think it means something.

There's like, some sort of cosmic message here, that's,

like, totally structured for my karmic chi.

I think all that money I spent on Lady Luna's psychic web

line finally paid off.

Or maybe I should just steer clear of the chipotle sauce