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THEME SONG: Here we go.

We're getting on the road till we stop, and then we'll shop.

S one, two, three.

Now baby, here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go on a mission undercover,

and we're in control.

Here we go.

Here we go.

We're totally spies, so we'll get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Who's this Ricky Mathis chump, anyway?

I don't know, but his fans sure seem to like him.

We can't keep his lame, pretty boy single on the shelf.

[banging on door]

[screaming]

[music playing]

CLOVER: So, Sammy, any chance I could

borrow your cashmere belly sweater tomorrow?

SAMANTHA: Sure, that's what best friends are for.

Hey, what about me?

Don't be crazy, Alex.

We can't possibly wear Sam's sweater at the same time.

We'll totally stretch it out.

No, Clover, I meant, aren't I your best friend too?

Aw, well of course you are, silly.

And that's why I'm going to borrow your leopard print

sandals tomorrow.

[gasps]

Clover, what is it?

What's wrong?

Yeah, what's with all the drool?

I think-- I think I'm in love.

Must find out who he is.

[strumming on guitar]

Hi, I'm Clover.

SAMANTHA: Is it me, or does Clover

fall in love more often than Mandy

maxes out her credit card?

What do you say we go out after school?

I'll even let you buy me a nonfat latte.

You will?

OK.

Sorry, Clover.

Daimon's already got plans after school.

He's going to the mall with yours truly.

Oh yeah, that's right, the mall.

[fire sirens]

Well, no big deal.

I was only trying to do him a favor

because he's new around here.

[music playing]

Clover!

Clover!

Don't worry, Clover.

I'll buy you a nonfat latte after school.

Besides, wouldn't you rather hang out with us

than some dimwit musician?

Yeah, I guess so.

Only I just can't help liking Daimon.

Call me crazy, but I just have thing for musicians.

I gotta find a way to get his attention off

of Mandy and onto me.

[screaming]

Is it me, or do our missions only occur during times

of major personal crisis?

Well, so nice of you girls to drop in.

Nice for some of us.

ALEX: Ricky Mathis?

Never heard of him.

JERRY: That's because he's an overnight musical sensation.

In fact, as of today, he's only released one single--

the optimistically titled, "Rock Legend."

Which makes it even more unsettling

that there have been reports of similar occurrences

all around the globe. Something's up.

We're just not sure what.

So where do we fit in?

JERRY: Your mission is to go undercover as the opening

act on his world tour and find out

exactly what it is about Ricky Mathis that

makes his fans so fanatical.

You mean, we get to be in a real band?

A real pretend one.

This is so perfect.

When Daimon finds out, he'll toss

Mandy like a day old muffin and come running straight to me.

He'll see me as his musical equal.

I'll be irresistible.

Now, all we need is a name.

Actually ladies, we've already taken care of your name.

SAMANTHA: We're called The Spies?

That is so lame.

ALEX: Yeah, totally unimaginative.

It was my idea.

Oh.

[nervous laughter]

Hey, look at these cool instruments.

[music playing]

JERRY: Perhaps now isn't the best time for you to practice.

Now where were we?

The trap is ready, sir

Oh, yes, the gear.

This week, you'll be utilizing the expendable cable bungee

belt, the Wind Tunnel 3000 tornado blast hairdryer,

the suction cup bottom go-go boots, the ultra sensitive

earring microphone, and--

my personal favorite-- a potty.

A what-y?

No, not a what-y, UPWATI--

Underwater Power Walking Apparatus That's Inconspicuous.

Now, good-bye and good luck, ladies.

Or as they say in showbiz, break a leg.

[screaming]

[music playing]

Wow, look, we have fans already.

[shrieks]

FAN 1: Hey, you're not Ricky.

FAN 2: That's not him.

Wow, I guess Ricky Mathis is popular.

Wow.

CLOVER: I can't wait to talk to Daimon about this.

He'll be so impressed with me.

Is that all she thinks about?

Daimon (ON PHONE): Hello.

Hi, Daimon, it's Clover.

Just thought I'd call to see what's happening stateside.

I don't know what's going on stateside,

but I'm hanging out at the mall.

So what's up with you, Clover?

CLOVER (ON PHONE): Oh, the usual.

My band, The Spies, is touring with Ricky Mathis.

We're just hanging out at our extravagant and glamorous

hotel in London right now.

Whoa, you're on tour with Ricky Mathis?

I had no idea you were even in a band.

Oh, yeah.

I'm quite an accomplished guitarist.

Wow, awesome.

Hey, like maybe when you get back,

we can get together and jam or something.

I could probably squeeze you in next week.

I'll let you know.

Bye.

You must be The Spies.

Spies?

That's ridiculous.

Who told you we were spies?

Yes, that's us, The Spies.

We rock.

Well, I am Phil Jenkins, the tour manager.

Ricky's very anxious to meet you.

What do you say we head up to the penthouse?

[strumming on guitar]

SAMANTHA: Great song.

Thanks, I just wrote it.

PHIL: We're scheduled to record Ricky's

new song tomorrow morning.

I'm sure it's going to be his next big hit.

We're sure it will be too.

We're thrilled to be touring with such great musical talent.

The feeling is mutual.

I just adore your early work.

- We have early work? - Shh.

Hey, you guys should come to the recording studio

and hang out.

It'll be a blast.

Sorry, Ricky, your recording sessions

are strictly off limits. - Sounds like fun.

We'd love to go.

Great.

OK, everybody, we don't want to keep those hungry fans waiting.

Oopsy.

SAMANTHA: Hm, that's weird.

Since when do CDs glow?

So besides the fact that he has totally

crazed fans and glowing CDs, Ricky

seems pretty normal to me.

Ouch!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Here goes nothing.

You ready, Clover?

Clover?

Clover, you are not supposed to be listening to music.

You are supposed to be playing it.

Besides, I took Ricky's CD for evidence.

Too bad, because I totally dig it.

It's really infectious.

[crowd cheering]

Wow.

[music playing]

Hey, we sound great!

Yeah, that's because the music is pre-recorded.

In case you haven't noticed, none of us are singing

and your guitars aren't even hooked up to amplifiers.

Guess they'll be wanting an encore.

RICKY: Nice job lip syncing.

Took me forever to get it right.

You lip sync, Ricky?

I don't like to, but Phil insists that I don't sing live.

I guess I can't argue with success.

[crowd cheering]

ALEX: So much for the theory about Ricky being normal.

The guy doesn't even sing.

That's not the only thing that isn't normal.

Check that out, girls.

What do you say we go grab a spy's eye view.

ALEX: Good idea.

Clover, you coming?

Are you crazy?

I've got a killer view right here.

It's spy time.

PHIL: Yeah, yeah, Mr. Sebastian.

Everything is a go for tomorrow's recording session.

And I've prepared the special lyrics.

Unfortunately, Ricky invited those pesky

Spies to come along.

We'll have to keep that security.

Huh?

Oh, hey, girls.

What's wrong?

Aren't you having fun?

Hey, I think I've gone deaf.

Actually, the booth is soundproof.

The noise night after night gives me a headache.

I prefer just to watch.

SAMANTHA: So let's review.

Ricky's fans are nuts.

His CDs glow.

He doesn't sing.

And his manager sits in a soundproof booth

during his shows.

Getting freaky.

What do you think, Clover?

I think Ricky was incredible.

I mean, he's so talented.

I could just listen to him all night.

Must hear Ricky.

OK, this is weird.

Maybe we should check it out with--

Jerry?

Hello, ladies.

I hope rock stardom hasn't gone to your heads.

It hasn't so far, but if we keep getting

showered with roses, it might.

Oh, those.

They were sent by one Daimon Reynolds.

Hey, Clover.

The flowers are for you.

Daimon sent them.

Please, now that I'm involved with Ricky,

I'm like so over Daimon.

Oh, man.

How deluded can you get, not to mention fickle.

So anyway, Jerry, what can you tell us about a Mr. Sebastian?

Hm, says here he's the owner of Ricky Mathis' record label.

Apparently, he used to be quite the successful

guitar player before he lost his arm in a freak pyrotechnics .

[screaming]

Now he's an eccentric, recluse producer

who lives on a remote island off the coast of Brazuela.

Ricky!

RICKY: So who's ready to go to my recording

studio in Brazuela?

[thunder]

Wow!

[music playing]

SAMANTHA: So I wonder what was up

with that strange radio tower thing

being strapped to the yacht.

ALEX: Well, Says says it's so they

can broadcast the concert live.

SAMANTHA: I don't buy it.

Since when do you need guards to watch a satellite dish?

ALEX: This is definitely the creepiest recording

studio I've ever seen.

That was great, Ricky.

CLOVER: Yeah, it was totally excellent.

Ugh!

Now why don't we lay down the lyrics.

RICKY: I'm Ricky and I'm your master.

Follow me as I spread disaster. Take over the government.

Do as I say.

I'll rule the world and you'll obey.

Phil, I sort of didn't intend for the new song

to be so aggressive.

What happened to the lyrics I wrote?

Ricky, trust me.

I know what I'm doing.

These new lyrics will give your song that hip,

edgy feel the kids are so wild about these days.

OK, I'd say those definitely fall under the special lyrics

category.

All the lyrics Ricky sings are special.

Maybe we should take this opportunity

to do a little spying.

I'm right behind you.

I just love it when fashion has a purpose.

Oh!

The secret laboratory's got to be around here somewhere.

ALEX: [screams]

Nice work, Alex.

ALEX: Yeah, any time.

The new Ricky single is all finished.

SEBASTIAN: Excellent.

SCIENTIST: The frequency has been successfully added.

Good.

Now let's see the effects first hand.

I take it the guy with the scary hook is Sebastian.

And I take it he doesn't play guitar much these days.

SEBASTIAN: Have a seat.

We want to know what you think of this new song.

[music playing]

You're Ricky, and you're my master.

I'll follow you as you spread disaster.

Take over the government.

I'll do as you say.

You'll rule the world and I'll obey.

SEBASTIAN: You're dismissed.

You're Ricky, and you're my master.

I'll follow you as you spread disaster.

Did you see that?

It's like-- it's like Ricky's song hypnotized

that guy or something.

The frequency they were talking about

must be some kind of subliminal mind control device.

That would explain why Clover's been acting so crazy.

- Huh? - Think about it.

Ricky's first song, "Rock Legend,"

is about rock star worship.

And what does it do?

It hypnotizes listeners into worshipping him.

They do whatever the lyrics tell them to.

So that means if Ricky performs at the concert,

the fans will do whatever the lyrics say.

Shh!

SEBASTIAN: Security, we have intruders.

[screaming] Run!

Nice gadget.

What was that-- a portable, high viscosity, oil cannon?

That was no gadget.

That was my favorite mousse.

Expensive too.

You're Ricky, and you're my master.

Quick, we can scale down the wall.

So The Spies are really spies.

How totally lame and unimaginative.

Don't blame us.

Jerry thought of it.

-

SEBASTIAN: Unfortunately, you'll never have a chance

to report what you've learned.

Because in approximately 20 seconds, the only thing

you'll be interested in will be the worshipping of Ricky

Mathis, which means that tonight,

you won't mind when I jam all the radio, TV,

and internet signals around the globe.

Nor will it bother you when I take control of the world

with my new hypnotized slaves.

Because you will be two of them.

Enjoy your last moments of free will.

[maniacal laughter]

Great, now what are we going to do?

We can use those to get out.

No, not like that.

Whoo ha!

[music playing]

SAMANTHA: Wow, this UPWATI is really great.

ALEX: UP- whaty?

SAMANTHA: Don't start that again.

Now let's get to the concert before it's too late.

ALEX: I'm getting really sick of this salt water.

It totally frizzes my hair.

AUDIENCE: Ricky!

Ricky! Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

ALEX: Psst, Ricky!

What are you guys doing here?

You're supposed to be out there playing.

Well, we would be, except you're good friends,

Phil and Sebastian, decided to lock us in a recording booth

and use a hypnotic version of your new song

to try to turn us into zombies.

Alex, fill him in.

I've got to get to that radio tower.

Now let's go watch the fireworks.

[music playing]

OK, how the heck am I gonna stop the broadcast?

Sebastian planned on using my music

to take over some government?

Actually, he planned on using you to rule the world.

Weren't you paying attention?

There he is!

SEBASTIAN: Where's Ricky?

He should have been playing by now.

This crowd is ready to start a riot.

PHIL: We can't wait. I'll start the music by remote.

AUDIENCE: Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Oh, no!

RICKY: What do we do now?

ALEX: Looks like the only way out is up.

What the--

That's it.

Time to get rid of those annoying

spies once and for all.

[music playing]

[gunfire]

What's going on here?

Somehow we picked up the signal of Ricky's recording.

That's not supposed to happen.

Quick, turn the monitors off.

No, don't shut them off.

Ricky's music is so wonderful.

You're Ricky, you're our master.

You're Ricky, you're our master.

AUDIENCE: You're Ricky, you're our master.

JERRY: Don't worry, girls.

We'll take over from here.

You're Ricky.

You're our master.

You're Ricky.

You're our master.

SAMANTHA: Gee, thanks, Jerry, and not a minute too soon.

These vicious criminals were just

about to force Ricky to autograph

their concert t-shirts.

CLOVER: I can't believe I fell for Ricky Mathis.

I'm like so embarrassed.

ALEX: Don't be so hard on yourself.

You just weren't thinking straight.

SAMANTHA: Yeah, luckily the effects of the music wore off,

and you're not a mindless, zombie groupie anymore.

Hey, Clover, you're back.

Did you get my Flowers

Yeah, I got them.

So, like, I was thinking maybe we could get together,

and you could tell me all about your tour with Ricky Mathis.

Sorry, Daimon.

After the whole tour experience, I'm like so over musicians.

[bird cawing]

I'm so proud of you, Clover.

Yeah, you've finally come to your senses.

I just decided that it's really

dumb to fall for every guy with a guitar in his hands.

Excuse me, can anyone tell me where the music room is?

[harp playing]

I'm new, and I'm kind of lost.

I'd be happy to take you to the music room.

I guess this means she's back into musicians.

Something tells me she never got over them.

CLOVER: In fact, if you don't have lunch plans,

you can buy me a nonfat latte.

And I'll give you a tour of the school.

[theme music playing]