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[theme - moonbaby, "here we go"]

THEME SONG: Here we go.

We're getting out on the road till' we stop.

And then we'll shop.

So one, two, three, now, baby.

Here we go, go 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.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Oh, yeah!

[interposing voices]

[camera shutter]

PHOTOGRAPHER: Yeah!

Oh, excellent.

So good!

[screaming]

[camera shutter]

[helicopter flying]

ALEX: Clover, where are you taking us?

SAM: Last time she did this we ended up at the body

piercing hut, remember?

That's right, it took us four hours

to convince her that a lip ring wasn't going

to enhance her natural beauty.

Relax girls, this surprise is totally piercing free.

Now, take off your blind folds.

Ta da!

Huh?

The Groovy Smoothie Shack?

I don't get it, Clover.

Are you thirsty or something?

No.

I'm here to sign up for the Miss Groovy Smoothie Beauty contest,

and you're here to support me.

[gasp]

A food court beauty contest?

You're kidding, right?

I mean, you know beauty is only skin deep.

Of course, I'm not kidding.

And judging by the competition, I'd

say I'm a shoe in for victory.

Um, not so fast, Clover.

[camera shutter]

This is my competition, and mine alone.

Nothing or no one is going to stop me

from becoming Miss Groovy Smoothie

and launching my modeling career.

Is that a fact?

Yes, it is, because everyone who's ever

won this contest has gone on to bigger and better things.

And I intend to join them, thank you very much.

Now, why don't you and those cheap shoes of yours just

step off.

Mhm-mhm.

[crumbling]

The only thing that's cheap around here

is your pathetic attempt at trying to get me to back down.

Now, out of my way.

Come on girls, let's go plan my victory party.

MANDY: Psh, as if.

Can you believe the nerve of that girl?

Tell me about it.

I mean, how dare she accuse you of wearing cut right shoes.

I say, we ditch them all.

Grab a mani-pedi, and forget all about boring old Mandy.

Deal.

[beep]

[screaming]

[crashing]

[bell ring]

[sigh]

[grunting]

I don't remember the parking structure

being quite this dark.

Uh, Alex, something tells me we're not at the mall anymore.

[loud honk]

[screaming]

Hello, ladies.

Jerry.

Should've known.

Nice to see you too.

Now, allow me to brief you about your new mission.

So much for that mani-pedi.

We've just been informed that approximately a dozen models

from all over the world have, literally, been stolen

within the last 24 hours.

What do you mean stolen?

We're currently en route to New York,

where you three will go undercover

as journalists at fashion week.

A hugely important industry event,

where you'll have access to everyone who's anyone

in the world of modeling.

And you want us to see what we can

find out about the abductions?

Precisely.

And now, for the gadgets.

Huh?

This time you'll be utilizing the magnetic spring

loaded bungee belt in faux snakeskin.

The ultra inflatable nylon tech vest.

A pair of hologram projecting mood rings.

The titanium drill heeled boot for impromptu tunneling,

and last but not least, the M-ray contact

lens in aquamarine.

M-ray?

For seeing through metal.

Now, good bye and good luck, spies.

I'll be in touch.

[screaming]

[computer beep]

[scanner machine buzz]

I've heard of fashion police, but but this is ridiculous.

Must be because of the abductions.

[computer beep]

Oops.

Man, talk about a mob scene.

Everyone's here to see the new mob named Phenom Gazelle.

Gazelle?

She arrived on the scene, practically, overnight,

and the witch is already getting all

the available modeling work.

That means me and the rest of the supermodels

are pretty much out of luck.

[gasp]

I think we need a better view.

[modeling music]

AUDIENCE MEMBER 1: Whoa!

AUDIENCE MEMBER 2: That's her.

AUDIENCE MEMBER 3: Yeah.

Wow.

[cheering]

[camera shutter]

I've never seen anyone so, so perfect.

It's unbelievable.

Better keep an eye on her, Alex.

Right.

[gasp]

What's she doing?

Taking off the gloves.

Huh, now that's odd.

What?

The skin on her arms and hands,

it's all sorts of different colors.

Different colors?

As in her tanning beds on the fritz?

Different colors, as in the bride of Frankenstein.

Maybe she's not so perfect after all.

How about we go backstage for a closer look?

[footsteps]

Now, remember we're supposed to be journalists, so

act professional.

Ew!

Nast.

Not exactly the professional demeanor I had in mind, Clover.

Hi, Gazelle.

I'm Sam from Trend of the Moment magazine.

I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed the show.

Thanks, but the truth is I owe everything to my agency.

Really, I wouldn't exist without them.

HELMET: Yes.

And we wouldn't exist without her.

I'm Helmet from Picture Perfect.

I represent Gazelle.

She single-handedly put our agency on the map.

You're a modeling agent.

That's right.

So you know if I had what it takes to be a model?

My philosophy is that everyone has something

about them that's perfect.

In your case, it's your legs.

So you're saying I'm bottle material.

Sorry, not quite.

Come on, Gazelle, you need your beauty rest.

[dark theme music]

Hmm, Gazelle, wait.

You dropped your--

[gasp]

Ear?

Oh.

[grunting]

I've sent the ear to WOOHP for analysis.

Our next move is to investigate Picture Perfect.

Picture Perfect?

Please.

I mean, what kind of pathetic agency are they anyway.

Take that Helmet guy, for instance,

he calls himself an agent.

He wouldn't know a model if she sashayed right into him.

Come again.

No matter what Helmet says, I know I'm model material.

[knocking]

RESIDENCE STAFF: Special delivery.

It's from the Groovy Smoothie Shack.

It says I'm a finalist in the Miss

Groovy Smoothie Beauty contest!

[giggles] This proves it.

I am model material.

[sigh]

[door close]

Ouch.

Are you OK?

I'm fine, it's just a scratch.

Oh good, we wouldn't want anything

to happen to our favorite potential beauty queen.

[helicopter flying]

[screaming]

Clover!

Hey!

You're stretching out my perfect legs.

Woah!

They're trying to shake us off.

[screaming]

[grunting]

OK.

That was a little too close for comfort.

Speaking of comfort, you want to get me out of this thing?

[gasp]

Huh?

CLOVER: Help me!

Quick, look inside the helicopter

and see if there are any clues.

[gasp]

The pilot has the Picture Perfect logo on his jacket.

- We better call Jerry. - Hello, ladies.

How's the Big Apple?

Rotten, Jerry.

Clover's been kidnapped.

Oh dear, that's the second time this month.

What do you know about the Picture

Perfect modelling agency?

Well, let's see.

Apparently, it's run by an ex-model named to Tuesday Tate.

Their headquarters are in Sydney, Australia.

[plane flying]

SAM: We're journalists from Trend of the Moment

here to see Tuesday Tate.

You aren't on Misses Tate's schedule,

I'm afraid you'll have to leave.

[giggles]

[screaming]

[grunting]

Is it me or is there something very familiar about that woman?

Not to mention something very rude.

Looks like we're going to have to enter

Picture Perfect the hard way.

[drilling]

Never underestimate the power of a good accessory.

[drilling]

[grunting]

[drilling]

[grunting]

[gasp]

ALEX: Looks more like some kind of high tech clinic

than a modeling agency.

[gasping]

SAM: I wonder what's in here.

Hey, check that out.

Those are both Gazelle?

Man, talk about a split personality.

[computer beeping]

Jackpot.

Gazelle's donors?

Stacey, Amy, Anna, Kelley, Gretchen.

[phone ringing]

Sam here.

Hello, ladies.

I thought you'd be interested to know

that the ear you sent me belongs to a model who

was abducted last week.

Her name is Gretchen.

[gasp]

Sam, that's-- that's one of the names on the donor list.

Donor list?

I know what it seems like Alex,

but how could it be possible?

[clears throat]

Can I help you, ladies?

Yes, yes you can.

We're journalists from Trend of the Moment and--

And we're here to interview you.

OK.

But you'll have to make it snappy,

I'm leaving soon for a model search in New Zealand.

So I hear you used to be a model, Miss Tate,

why did you quit?

I injured my leg at a photo shoot two years ago.

It was a circus theme, and I was to play the role of lion tamer.

Unfortunately, the lion tamed me.

Now, I have this.

So why don't you tell us about Picture Perfect,

and how it is that you've achieved this sudden success.

[phone ringing]

Tuesday speaking.

Oh, I see.

Would you ladies mind moving to the waiting room down the hall

while I take this call? - No, not at all.

No problem.

[footsteps]

Those two are definitely trouble.

Well then, we better eliminate them.

[beep]

[alarm ringing]

Oh, oh.

I'd say our interview has just been cut short.

We better find Clover before it's too late.

Get them.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[crashing]

We have to get to that restricted area

we found earlier.

It's got to be around here somewhere.

[screaming]

Clover!

What happened to you?

Picture Perfect steals body parts, that's

how they create a Gazelle.

Right now there's someone else out there running

around with my perfect legs.

[screaming]

[explosion sound]

Don't worry, we're going to get all of you out of here.

TATE: I wouldn't be so sure about that.

We can't just let you leave and risk you telling the world

about our little secret

[grunting]

Why are you doing this?

Leave me alone.

It's simple, really.

I want to create an army of perfect models

so that I can dominate the industry

that destroyed my career.

Couldn't you just steal yourself a new leg instead.

I mean, it seems like a lot less trouble.

Hmm, you've got a point.

But somehow my evil revenge plan just

sounds like a lot more fun.

Well, it'll never work.

Perhaps, you'll feel a little differently

after my demonstration, darling.

Hey, those are my legs.

Correction, they were your legs.

Now they belong to Picture Perfect, just like your friends

body parts are about to.

Prepare to be modelized.

[scream]

[grunting]

[scream]

[screaming]

[gasp]

[screaming]

Hm.

[beeping]

[screaming]

And I thought I had it bad.

Now, since I'll be getting plenty of new donors

from all around the world at the Auckland Convention Centre,

I'm quite ready to dispose of you.

Dispose of us?

Yes, we're going to dump you in the ocean, where

you'll join a school of ferocious man eating sharks,

for lunch.

[screaming]

[plane flying]

I don't know about you, girls, but I'm not ready to be

fish food quite yet.

Me neither.

Even if I do look like a science experiment gone bad.

Trust me, we'll be out of here in no time.

Fine, I'll trust you, just promise me you'll stop smiling,

because your braces are blinding me.

[grunting]

Huh?

[laser cutting]

[grunt]

[laser gunfire]

[grunting]

[screaming]

Nice going, Sam.

What's our next move?

Since we can't get into the cockpit,

I'll get the pilot to come to us.

Just be ready for him.

[laser fire]

[screaming]

[thud]

Oh!

Good work, Red.

Right back at cha.

Now all we have to do is get to New Zealand and stop Tuesday.

SAM: That's a great idea, except for one thing.

Now that you've knocked the pilot unconscious,

who's going to fly the plane?

[gasping]

OK, why am I doing this?

Because the pedals are really hard to press,

and you're the one with the stout powerful legs.

[sigh]

Right.

Oh, that skin, it's magnificent.

We can definitely use you.

I'd say your toes are among the loveliest specimens

I've ever seen.

You're Picture Perfect material for sure.

Now, why don't you step inside the modelize--

I mean, the photo booth, so we can take some pictures of you?

That should be plenty.

In a matter of minutes we'll have ourselves an army

of Picture Perfect models.

[screaming]

What the--

[plane flying]

[screaming]

[crashing]

Woah!

Woah!

SAM: Way to go, Clover.

CLOVER: All in a day's work.

Uh, guys.

I think we've got trouble.

We've gotta get them out of the modelizer

before they end up pieced together, like us.

It's locked.

Don't worry, I'll find Tuesday and Turkey.

There she is, on the other side of the convention

centre with Helmet.

Ha!

[grunting]

Huh?

[grunt]

[running footsteps]

Well then, we better get moving.

[grunt]

[grunt]

[gasping]

[grunting]

Hiya! [thud]

Oh! [thud]

Oh!

Gotcha.

[gasp]

Hiya!

[thud]

[grunting]

Now, hand over the key to the modelizing machine.

You want the key?

Go get it.

Great.

This is going to be like trying to find

a nail file in a haystack.

Well, you'd better hurry, because once

the modelizing process is complete,

it'll be irreversible.

Just a new feature I've added to the machine.

What are you doing?

Trying to locate the key with the compowder

fingerprint scanner.

Bingo!

Now, let's get back to the girls.

What about these two?

Don't worry.

We'll take care of them.

So you're sure about this?

You're definitely dropping out?

Absolutely.

I thought it over, and I've decided

that I've had enough modeling in beauty contests

for one lifetime.

The whole scene's just way too evil.

Besides, ever since I got my legs back,

I remember how gorgeous I truly am.

I don't need anyone else's validation.

| always knew you were beautiful and smart.

Well, that's too bad, because you would have won.

[gasp]

But since you dropped out, I'll be awarding the first runner

up your $25,000 cash and your brand

new convertible sports car.

Congratulations, Mandy!

Thank you.

Thank you one and all.

CLOVER: $25,000?

Wait.

I was only kidding.

It was a joke!

I want to be Miss Groovy Smoothie.

Oh well, so much for Clover thinking the whole scene

is evil.

[theme music]