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[theme - moonbaby, "here we go"]

THEME SONG: Here we go again.

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 get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

[music playing]

[boat engine revving]

[cheering]

ANNOUNCER: And anchoring the Angelfish team

is three time world water skiing champion Tonya Summers.

[cheering]

[zapping]

[tonya exclaims]

[crowd gasps]

[music playing]

We were smart to grab smoothies

before we started shopping.

Yeah, remember the last biggest sale of the year?

Clover got so into it she nearly passed out from dehydration

in the dressing room.

What I can't understand is why they hand out bottled water

at something as silly as a marathon

but not at the biggest sale of the year.

[music playing]

Alex.

Sorry, Clover.

It's just that Troy is such a hottie.

I-- I just can't take my eyes off him.

NARRATOR: This week on Troy's Bayou.

Alex, every year you get a crush

on some actor who you think is like the greatest

guy in the world.

So what's wrong with that?

Hello?

He's just acting.

Please.

It's like so known that Troy is the sweetest, most

perfect guy in the whole world.

OK, who says we don't have women in space?

ALEX: I know you guys are only looking out for me.

But if we could only meet Troy, you'd

see how kind and wonderful and gentle he really is.

[rumbling]

Hey, what gives?

[shouting]

I can't believe we're getting WOOHPed during the biggest

sale of the year.

Good morning, ladies.

Looks like you've literally shopped till you dropped, eh?

All I can say is you better not have pulled us

away to do your laundry, Jerry.

[tonya screaming]

JERRY: We have just learned that top athletes

from around the world are mysteriously vanishing.

Do you have any idea how this is happening, Jerry?

All we have to go on is footage of this race

car driver in Florida.

That's the same blue flash we saw surrounding the athletes

in the other clips.

ALEX: But the driver didn't disappear.

It's your mission, girls, to go to Florida,

protect the driver, and find out what's making these athletes

vanish into thin air.

Any questions?

Just one.

Do those cute silver jumpsuits come in size six?

The gadgets you'll be using on this mission

include an electromagnetic sensitive video camera,

sapphire hologram pendants, microscopic retracting goggles

for clues that are invisible to the naked eye,

and the latest in virtual reality disguise belts.

This is so cool.

You can go straight from the gym to school

or the prom with a push of a button.

[clears throat]

Now, for your transportation to Florida,

we're giving you KIRT.

KIRT?

Is he a chauffeur?

I hope he's cute and likes to shop.

KIRT stands for Klunky Incognito

Radical Thought Transporter.

I named him-- uh, I mean, it-- myself.

You've got to be kidding.

Not to worry, girls.

KIRT is in incognito mode by simple voice command.

[clover screams]

Well, you girls better get on your way.

Good luck, girls.

Or, as they say in Japan, [japanese]..

[screaming]

How embarrassing.

We need to lose this clunker and get

something a little more sporty.

I am really starting to like KIRT.

Who are you calling a groupie?

Listen here, miss, whoever you are--

[compowder beeps]

How rude.

The studio just turned me down for tickets

to the taping of Troy's show.

OK, shh.

Remember we're journalists.

Act professional.

Uh, Mr. Parks, we're journalists

from Teen Racer Magazine.

Would you be a dear and tell us

what you remember from the incident the other day?

Sure.

I really don't remember much, except, of course,

for the flash of light that made me lose control of the car.

Almost hit that photographer.

What photographer?

He came and left on a motorcycle.

That's all I know.

If y'all will excuse me, I got a publicity photo

shoot in about five minutes.

Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?

That Dale's accent totally reminds me of Troy?

Alex, please.

I'm thinking that the photographer

Dale mentioned might have something to do with this.

Come on.

Let's check the track for clues.

Well, if the photographer had anything to do with this,

he sure didn't leave us any clues.

Great.

Now what do we do?

Let's stick close to Dale during the photo shoot

and keep an eye out for that photographer on the motorcycle.

I'll tell you what.

I'll stick close to Dale while you keep an eye out

for the motorcycle guy.

[music playing]

I've always wanted to be a paparazzi.

Sam, look.

[coughing]

This smoke bomb's a diversion.

Clover, watch Dale.

CLOVER: Dale's right here.

Hey, there's something wrong with this camera.

It's making Dale look all faded.

Dale's disappearing!

Huh?

Clover, help!

Watch out!

Talk about major road rage.

Who is that guy, and what did he do to Alex?

That's what we're gonna find out.

[music playing]

[both scream]

All right, this is getting weirder by the second.

We just drove right through a brick wall.

OK, pal, pull it over.

[car horns blaring]

I think it's time for last requests.

A jet rocket pack would be nice.

[beeping]

[both scream]

Good job, Clover.

KID: Woo-hoo!

[child shouts]

BOTH: [shouting]

He's getting away.

KIRT, turn into a jet helicopter.

[beeping]

Only wheeled vehicles, remember, Clover?

What?

That is so lame.

I'm telling Jerry KIRT needs a serious makeover.

We got bigger issues, like finding out

what happened to Alex and Dale.

[compowder beeps]

Hello?

Help!

SAM AND CLOVER: Alex?

I'm on some kind of race track in the creepiest

looking desert I've ever seen.

[engines revving]

[shouts]

My compowder!

We got company.

[dale shouts]

[shout] [shout]

GAME VOICE: You have two lives left.

BOTH: Huh?

- Help! - Alex?

Alex?

Come in, Alex.

It's no use.

Quick.

Let's check out the footage from the camera for clues.

Look.

The camera picked up electromagnetic rays

coming from that device.

Of course.

That would explain why Dale didn't

disappear the first time.

The silver jumpsuit must have deflected those rays.

I knew there was a reason I like that jumpsuit.

I think we better call Jerry and let him know what we found.

Hello, girls.

How's the mission coming along?

Not great, Jer.

Alex and Dale have been kidnapped.

Kidnapped? Oh my, how could I help?

Clover's camera picked up some kind of electromagnetic ray

that apparently downloaded Alex and Dan

into an electronic device.

A machine that can download people.

Let's see.

I do vaguely remember hearing something a few years back

about a woman game designer who claimed

she had designed such a device.

Yes, yes, here it is, a Carla Wong, better

known as the Lady Dragon.

Finally, an evil villain who isn't bitter about being dissed

or something.

It says here that the Lady Dragon left the video game

industry several years ago because they

refused to make some of her more eccentric games.

Figures.

So how do we find this Lady Dragon?

You can always use the indestructible homing device in

Alex's compowder to track her.

We're on it, Jerry.

[people gasp]

The signal's leading right to that hotel over there.

Let's go.

I hope they have nice bathrooms.

That's another improvement to be added on KIRT's makeover list.

[music playing]

SAM: Video game trade show?

CLOVER: I think what they mean is geek land.

SAM: I believe the proper term is computer enthusiasts.

Come on.

The signal leads upstairs.

The signal leads to that room.

[beeping]

That looks like the motorcycle guy's outfit

from the race track.

[throat clearing]

LADY DRAGON: Can I help you ladies?

Uh, Miss, uh, Lady Dragon.

We love your games.

We're like your biggest fans.

We are?

SAM: So how come you stop making games?

Because of certain short sighted fools who couldn't

grasp my revolutionary vision.

But now that I am back with a new line of games,

those who oppose me will see the error of their ways.

In fact, if you will wait here, I

will give you a demonstration.

[music playing]

I don't know how, but those girls followed me

from the race track.

Tell everyone to keep their eyes out for them.

I've come too far to have anyone interrupt my plans.

Sam, what are you doing?

This isn't a time to be playing video junkie.

Clover, look at this poster for the Lady Dragon's new game.

CLOVER: That looks just like the desert Alex described.

Yeah. Come on.

We've got to get inside this investor meeting.

Sorry, invitation only.

Hey, pal, you're looking at major investor material

right here.

Hey, don't these two look like girls the Lady Dragon

told us to watch out for?

GUARD: Get 'em!

Huh?

Where'd they go?

These virtual reality belts are totally awesome.

How do I look?

Do the words hair restoration mean anything to you?

My new technique for enhancing realistic game play

is so incredible you'll feel like you are

playing against real people.

[engine revving]

[alex shouts]

[alex and dale scream]

Clover, do you hear that?

Alex and Dale are in the game.

[alex and dale scream]

Clear the room.

We've given them enough of a taste to whet their appetites.

Besides, we must hurry to the warehouse

to download the new athletes and prepare for mass production.

Did you hear that?

We've gotta tell Jerry about the Lady Dragon

downloading more athletes.

But what about Alex and Dale?

LADY DRAGON: You two.

Guard the room and make sure nobody gets near the game.

CLOVER: Quick.

We've got to get them out.

SAM: Maybe I can crash the system.

[music playing]

It's Alex.

Stay behind me.

Any time.

ALEX: Clover, what are you doing?

[shouts]

Clover, you have the joystick upside down.

As if that matters.

[screams]

Uh, Sam, bad news.

These power packs are losing juice fast.

Well, if it isn't my two biggest fans.

We know you've been kidnapping athletes

and downloading them into your games, Lady Dragon.

We're here to put an end to it.

Unfortunately for you, there is no stopping me.

Once I put my games into mass production,

all the athletes will be multiplied a thousand times

over, trapping them permanently.

Get them.

These sapphire hologram pendants better work.

CLOVER: I think it's time we bailed, Sam.

BOTH: Huh?

Huh?

Don't just stand there.

Bring them back.

[sam and clover panting]

[sam and clover laugh]

[sam and clover exclaim]

No ticket, no ride.

GUARD: Stop them!

Clover, we've got to find the Lady Dragon's warehouse

and stops her from downloading more athletes.

CLOVER: Quick.

Let's duck into this cute little house and call Jerry.

Jerry, we need the location of the Lady Dragon's warehouse

fast.

I wish I could help you, girls, but I've got nothing.

Have you tried the wharf?

The wharf, of course.

That's where the warehouses always are.

Why didn't we think of that?

Thanks, Jer. [gasp]

JERRY: Girls, I-- I think I'm losing you.

I don't know who you girls are,

but you've interrupted my plans for the last time.

We're disappearing.

[music playing]

Alex.

I didn't know you could water ski.

No time for a union, girls.

Look.

[zapping]

What kind of sick, demented woman is this Lady Dragon?

If you want the answer to that question, just look down.

We're about to become shark bait.

Hold on, girls, and follow my lead.

They're coming back, and they've brought friends.

Quick, Alex, turn your outfit into a silver jumpsuit.

Huh?

Just do it.

And hurry.

It's working.

[shouting]

Sam, you're a genius.

Ah, it's simple really.

Just like with Dale's silver jumpsuit,

electromagnetic fields can't work against a surface

of deflection.

Uh, yeah, right.

Real simple.

SAM: Now, let's get to the Lady Dragon's warehouse.

Oh, wait.

I forgot to give Dale my phone number.

Clover, we're going.

[music playing]

This is the strangest basketball

tournament I've ever seen. - Yeah.

Where are all fans?

LADY DRAGON: I'm afraid you won't be hearing the sound

of screaming fans anymore.

Lady Dragon.

I thought I told you months ago I

didn't want to have anything to do with endorsing

your whacked out game.

BASKETBALL PLAYER: Yeah, yeah, I told you that too.

Silence.

This time I'm not asking.

[interposing voices]

What the?

How did we ever survive without KIRT?

We're too late.

The athletes are already being downloaded.

SAM: We gotta get them out of there.

ALEX: I'll go in after them.

Hey!

Lady Dragon, you want a piece of me?

Come and get me.

I don't know how you got out of the game,

but I can just as easily put you back in for good.

I'll see you guys in a flash.

We've gotta destroy the downloading machines

permanently.

Look out, Sam!

Huh?

CLOVER: Better luck next time, boys.

I've got it.

If we can point the downloading rays at each other,

they might download themselves.

Go to it, Sam.

I'll keep the lizard lady busy.

It appears you girls have spunk.

I hate spunk.

Hurry up, Sam!

I can't keep this up for much longer!

These things must weigh a ton.

So you girls want to play, do you?

I'll just make a few adjustments that

will automatically send the athletes into mass production.

[zapping]

[screaming]

Hey, girls, I think this one's permanent.

Sam, Alex is about to become a split personality

unless we do something fast.

Oh, this better work.

Whew, that was close.

[sighing]

Way to go, Sam.

ALEX: She's getting away!

[shouts]

[gasps]

[shout]

[music playing]

Have fun, and remember it's only a game.

Well done, girls.

No!

Not me!

Oh!

[screams]

[music playing]

You have to admit it was nice of Jerry

to loan us KIRT so we could drive on to the studio lot

without a hassle.

And it's a good thing we found those extra power packs

for our virtual reality disguise belts.

I can't believe I'm gonna actually meet Troy.

Hi.

I'm Troy.

Hi, I'm Troy.

Hi, I'm Troy.

Hi, I'm Troy.

ALEX: No wonder Troy's So perfect.

He's computer generated.

I should have known he was too good to be true.

Aw, sorry, Alex.

But I know a way you could visit Troy if you really want to.

That's OK.

Been there, done that.

[clattering]

Sorry.

Oh, that's OK.

I'm Steve.

I created Troy.

Oh, really?

I'm Alex.

Ah, could we have programed a happier ending?

Please, Sam.

No more computer lingo for a long, long time.

[music playing]