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[x-powder ringing]

[explosion]

-Hm.

Hm?

[gasp]

Agh!

-Huh.

Ha.

Huh.

Huh.

Huh.

He, um.

He, um.

He, um.

[gasp]

-Alex, could you go dribble somewhere else?

I am so sick of anything related to soccer.

-You know, soccer try-outs are coming up.

And this year, the team is coed.

-Coed soccer?

Count me in!

Ugh!

[gasp]

-Agh!

No soccer inside.

House rules, girls.

-Sorry, mom.

Oh, I mean, Sam.

-And I though living without parents was going to be fun.

-Here's the thing, even though we live on your

own, we need rules.

-Because without rules, there's chaos.

-Hello!

Look around this place.

It's a total dump.

If we follow this chart, the house will

be clean in no time.

Clover, you're on bathroom duty.

-Ew!

It smells in there.

-Alex, since today is the second odd Wednesday of the

month, you get to clean the gutters.

-OK.

What's a gutter?

-It's time to find out.

-OK, how come you're not on the chart?

-Ach!

That is the kind of attitude that got this house messy in

the first place.

Now let's get cleaning.

-Ew!

Ew, ich, ew.

Ew.

Ugh!

Ugh!

[grunting]

[doorbell ringing]

-I'll get it!

-Uh.

[unintelligible grunts]

-It's probably the cleaning supplies I ordered from

igotmessyroommates.com.

-Um, hello!

Mr. Mailboy, this address to the house across the street.

[growling]

[shrieks]

-Looks like somebody can't take a little criticism.

[unintelligible grunts]

-Whoa!

[gasp]

-Talk about disgruntled postal employees.

[unintelligible grunts]

-Agh!

-Ooh!

Agh!

-Ah!

[gasp]

-Uh, ooh.

[growling]

[gasp]

-Yeow!

Ugh!

[gasps]

-This isn't gonna hold him.

-I'm tired of playing defense.

Hiya!

-Uh, guys, he's gone.

-Hm?

You call this clean?

-No, I call it gunk.

-Girls, what an unexpected pleasure, except for the fact

that we're all in your bathroom.

-Jerry, we need to talk.

[gasps]

[screams]

-Whoa!

Ugh!

-Ugh!

[snickering]

-So nice to see you girls.

-Cool tank.

-It's filled with specimens from the Indian Ocean.

-And nasty fish gunk.

-Not for long.

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

-Hey, Jer, does she clean bathrooms?

-And gutters?

G.L.A.D.I.S.: I don't do gutters.

-Neither does Alex.

-I see that living together has done wonders for your

friendship.

-Huh?

-OK, get this, we were cleaning the house, because

Miss Slave Driver here is totally against fun--

-And then?

-And then this crazed mailman smashed a hole through our

wall.

-And then he threw a fridge at us.

-But the weirdest thing is, he just

disappeared without a trace.

-Oh, hey, maybe he did leave a trace.

[gasp]

[computer whirring]

-You sure that's not mildew?

-Quite sure.

It's an unknown metal-based substance that has been traced

to three locations.

You girls will look for clues at its source.

-Please be somewhere fabulous.

-The first is a sulfur mine in Northern Uzbekistan.

-Pee-ew.

-The second is a sewage treatment

facility in New Brunswick.

[gasps]

-We'll take number three.

-A wise choice.

You girls are off to an abandoned wheat factory.

[sighs]

-On this mission, you will have the following gadgets.

The Wind Tunnel 9000 Hairdryer, the Biolab Watch,

and our newest device, the Quick Slick.

G.L.A.D.I.S. if you would?

G.L.A.D.I.S.: I apologize in advance.

-Why did she apologize?

-Because, the Quick Slick is equipped with a supply of

extra slippery crude oil.

Press here.

-Agh!

-Hm?

-Mm, ew.

This place is creepier than a Sci-Fi convention.

-We've got company.

-Agh!

-Hiya!

Ugh!

-We're not going to get any information out of this one.

-Ugh!

[gasp]

-The floor sounds different here.

-Really?

Let me try.

-Maybe it's a secret door.

-But how do we open it?

-Agh!

-Ugh!

-Ugh!

-The air contains traces of the metal we

found in our bathroom.

-Great!

Now we don't have to go to the sulfur mine.

Hm?

-Incoming!

Ugh!

-Let's go!

There is nothing worse than frizzy hair!

-Agh!

-Target sighted.

Ugh!

-Where do you think you're going?

-Huh!

-This was way too easy, we didn't even break a sweat.

-I bet it's a trap.

We step forward, unmask the villain and blammo!

something explodes.

-Let's see what's under that heinous wig.

[grunts]

-[gasp]

No way, it's Tim Scam!

-You're supposed to be in jail.

-And you're supposed to be at home.

It is, after all, a school night.

[unintelligible grunts]

-I'll check it out.

-Now all my plans are ruined.

-For a lousy criminal, you're, like, really lousy.

-And what's with the wig?

-A little style never hurt.

[gasp]

-That's something you girls will never understand.

[chuckling]

-Look who I found, our real mailman.

-So you were behind the attack at our house?

-You are good.

Save your breath, I'm not going to explain it.

-Let's call Jerry to send someone to pick up Scam, then

we have got to get home to separate our recyclables.

-Oh!

[school bell ringing]

-I'm glad we got rid of Tim Scam.

That guy's like a nasty cold sore that

never seems to go away.

Saltwater taffy!

It's full of energy for soccer practice.

Want one?

-I say, no thanks.

And my dentist says, no thanks.

-Agh!

Come on, already, we need to practice.

Remember, coed!

He, he.

-Just try and stop me!

He, he.

[whistle blowing]

[grunts]

-Hiya!

Ugh!

-Hiya!

-Goal!

[clapping]

-Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha.

-Uh, I hope she doesn't come over.

-Way to jinx it!

-You losers might as well quit.

There is no position called fashion victim in soccer.

Ha, ha.

[grunts]

[gasp]

-Gross!

Silver clashes with my gold accessories.

Ugh!

Ah!

Ugh!

[grunts]

-Ew, sweat, and it's mine.

This practice is over.

[gasp]

-Hey, why don't you make yourself useful and kick the

ball over here?

-Mandy, didn't you have your braces off in grade seven?

[gasps]

-Uh, just a hunch, but I think Mandy's going to make

the team this year.

-Hm, mm, mm.

[unintelligible grunts]

-Agh!

-What is with the morphing Mandy machine?

I thought we solved this case when we captured Scam?

-Ah, agh!

[gasps]

SPIES (OFFSCREEN): Mandy!

-Agh!

[grunts]

-Hard to believe, but she's even nastier

than the real Mandy.

-Agh!

[screams]

-Better watch your step.

-Yee-ah!

Agh!

Agh!

[gasp]

[gasp]

-This looks familiar.

Let's check it out in the lab.

-Wow!

It's the same stuff that Scam was making in his lab.

-Hm?

-It looks like it can absorb the DNA of whatever it comes

into contact with.

-And we've seen it can make things into nastier versions

of themselves.

[gasp]

-What's that all about?

-Sorry!

Running for your life sure builds up an appetite.

[squeal]

-Hey, back off!

-Uh, oh.

What now?

-Oh, it's only you, Arnold.

-Hey, girl's.

Great to see you here.

Now we can all study for next week's test together.

-Yeah, that's an idea, Arnold.

Why don't you run to the caf and pick

us some study muffins.

[squeal]

-Hey, what's happening back there?

-Agh!

-Whoa!

-Arnold, get out of here!

-Ugh!

-Agh!

-You can study tomorrow!

Agh!

-You get the feeling that we're not

very popular anymore?

[gasps]

[grunts]

-We are totally not studying together.

-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

-Ooh, uh, some help would be nice!

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Timber!

-Ow!

-Sorry, Arnold, nothing personal.

[sighs]

-Agh!

[gasp]

[screams]

-Hah!

[gasp]

-Achoo!

-Ugh!

-Ew!

-Agh!

By the way, gesundheit.

-Three times in two days?

This must be serious.

-You better believe it, Jerry.

-Agh!

[gasp]

-Uh-oh.

Uh!

[growling]

-You can't put me in there, it's a total pig sty.

[grunts]

[chuckling]

-Where's Sam?

-Uh!

She's probably cleaning up the lab.

Where's Scam?

-He's safely locked up in his usual isolation cell.

Hm?

[gasps]

-Don't tell me he's turned invisible.

SCAM (OFFSCREEN): Mind if we crash your little party?

-Sam!

What are you doing with that low-life?

-Uh, huh.

This isn't Sam.

This is something better, stronger, meaner.

-What happened to the real Sam?

-Uh, ha.

I don't know, don't care.

-Then, why is she cleaning Jerry's office?

-For, uh, reasons beyond your understanding.

And like all of my metal clones, she exists for one

reason, to destroy WHOOP.

Not so fast, agents.

Behold, Scamlar.

-Scamlar?

Oh, that'll really catch on.

Ugh!

-Oh, where does the time go?

They grow up so fast, don't they?

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Hah!

-Ha-ah-a.

Hiya, woo-o-wa.

-Hiya!

-Ugh!

Hiya!

Ugh!

Hiya!

-Yah!

Ha!

I've always wanted to do that.

-Huh-uh.

Ugh!

-Ooh!

-Huh?

Good heaven's, my evil twin.

-Come on!

That had to hurt.

-Ah, ha, ha, ha!

-Uh, shouldn't you be on my side?

I'm one of you, literally.

-Ugh!

Hiya!

-Ow!

What did you do that for?

-I thought you were one of the.

-WHOOP agents being destroyed by themselves, how ingenuous.

-OK, this situation wasn't covered in

our training manual.

-Remind me to add it in later, if there is a later.

-At last, WHOOP is finished.

-These creatures are unstoppable.

-They can't be.

Every being has a weakness.

-Oh, of course.

Remember what happened to Arnold?

[gasp]

-My saltwater taffy vaporized him.

-Agh!

[gasps]

-It was the salt!

-This won't stop all of them.

Ha-uh!

Sorry, Jerry.

-Agh!

[gasp]

-G.L.A.D.I.S., where's the sprinkler pipe?

G.L.A.D.I.S.: It's right over there.

-Hah, uh, ah!

Out of my way!

-You are so making the soccer team, Clover.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: I believe this is what you are looking for.

[gasp]

-Ha, ugh!

-Agh!

-Ooh.

-Clover, hurry up!

-Oo-wa!

-We're out of taffy!

-Huh, huh.

Agh!

-Hiya!

Wah-uh!

Ugh!

Hah!

Ah!

Oo-wa!

Huh, huh, hoo!

Huh?

This was my favorite suit.

-I need a way to turn on the sprinklers.

-No problem!

Agh!

-Hah!

[alarm sounding]

[gasp]

-Ugh!

[laughter]

-Huh?

-Hurry, my minions, finish them!

[growling]

-Hah!

Ha-ah!

Huh!

-Um, it's salty.

[screams]

-Good work, Clover.

But do try to save some water for the fish.

-You got it, Jer.

-Ah!

-Unhand me, you metallic piece of trash.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Sir, must I take such an insult?

-No, G.L.A.D.I.S., deal with him as you see fit.

-Hm!

[grunts]

-Agh!

[gasps]

SCAM (OFFSCREEN): Agh!

-We'd better get back and find out where Sam is.

-Maybe you could bring her back here,

this office is a mess.

-We still haven't cleaned up from our mailman's visit.

-Yeah, OK, Sam.

-Clover, you pick up the broken stuff.

Alex, you wash the floors.

-Uh, go away, Sam.

We're exhausted.

-Saving WHOOP took a lot out of us.

-Well, once I cleaned up the closet in the lab I had

nothing to do, so I am just full of

energy, cleaning energy.

-Ugh!

I don't want to hear any more about clean.

[gasp]

-Whoa!

[gasps]

-This place is filthy!

-And the mailman never even came in here.

-Honestly, I was going to clean that up later today.

-Really?

I think you'll need this--

-And this!

-Uh, hm.

Without rules there in this chaos.

It's a proven fact.

And if I can help the girls by asking

them to do a few chores--

-Ugh!

-Oh, OK.

So Clover totally busted me when she saw

my room was a mess.

But hello!

Rude much?

Like, you don't just snoop around someone's room, even if

the door is open!

That is total, private territory.

Unless it's so urgent, like you need another number two

pencil, or your science experiment got loose and took

off in the house, and--

uh-oh, that reminds me.

I better return Clover's sweater before she realizes

it's missing.

What?