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[music playing]

[THEME -- MOONBABY, "HERE WE GO"]

Here we go again, and on the road til

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, and get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

[beeping]

[bells ringing]

[speaking russian]

Is this part of the tour?

[gasps] It's never been on my itinerary before.

[explosion]

[gasping]

[shouting]

Help!

Help me!

I'm uh, uh, ah, drowning!

Say!

I'll save you sweetheart!

As if!

I want him to save me.

[gasps] SPF 10,000?

Why bother going to the beach if you can't even get a tan?

[humming] Hey David.

I didn't know you were here.

Wow, cool painting!

Ah! Nah.

It stinks!

All this pressure has me blocked.

Pressure?

Yeah.

There's this big art exhibition at school,

and I really want to show my best work.

Oh, I didn't know you like art exhibitions, too!

I love exhibitions.

Especially the arty kind.

Well, I came here hoping to find inspiration.

You know, if I could just find something, or someone,

whose look says it all.

Like, what a coincidence.

I just happened to have that very look.

Clover!

Shouldn't you be out raising money for your Hair

Disaster Relief fund?

Mandy!

What an unpleasant surprise.

[chuckles] Although I'd love to continue lobbing slams,

I heard David needs a model, and, I, Mandy,

am perfect model material.

Yeah!

Apparently, you missed the part where

he said I'm modeling for him.

But--

BOTH: Well?

You know, I appreciate the offers.

Really.

But maybe I should figure out exactly what I need first.

I wouldn't want to waste your time.

You can waste my time anytime.

I am going to get that look.

Whatever! You are so not!

I am!

Oh, yes I am!

Oh, no, you're not!

Why don't you give that hairdo back

to the poodle you got it from?

Oh, go brush your teeth!

Hmph!

[sam slurping] - Sam!

Alex!

You won't believe it!

David's working on a painting, and asked me to pose.

Well, he almost asked me to pose.

So he didn't ask you to pose?

No. Not yet.

But he might! - How almost exciting for you.

[sam slurping]

It's a clinch.

All I need to do is become David's inspiration.

Now I know he appreciates beauty, so that's covered.

This conversation is getting cheesier than my nachos.

[beeping and stalling]

Now, let's see.

I heard David say he likes subtlety.

Whatever that is.

[alex grunting and gasping]

It's all in the wrist.

You have to hit the pump straight on, like this.

[spies screaming]

Hello girls.

Hey, Jer.

Um, who did that painting of you?

Oh!

One of our secret agents, who moonlights as a secret artist.

No wonder he keeps a secret.

Now, about your next mission.

As you can see by the red highlighted regions,

we're experiencing potentially destructive atmosphere

phenomena over Russia and Mexico.

Maybe we should check out Mexico.

I'm owed some decent nachos.

Personally, I don't care where we go.

As long as it's a place where women have a look.

Well, if this look you're talking

about involves babushkas, you'll have your wish.

[gasps] You're sending us to Hawaii?

Uh, nyet.

We're going to Russia.

Da.

But rest assured.

You'll be fully stocked with innovative,

yet slightly devious, devices.

Behold the icy fresh liquid nitrogen breath spray, the wind

tunnel 3,000 tornado blast hair dryer, a pair of M-ray contact

lenses, an XYZ-- that's an X-ray youth zoomdicater--

and your all-favorite, the UPWATI.

ALL: Underwater Power-Walking Apparatus That's Inconspicuous.

Duh, Jerry.

Congratulations.

You all get an A.

And an XYZ.

Don't forget the ever-important TTFN.

TTFN?

Ta-ta for now.

[spies screaming]

[laughs] I can't believe they fell for that one.

[beeping]

I guess Jerry forgot to mention the part

about freezing our butts off.

[spies shivering]

Oh, come on!

I was hoping to find a look.

The only look anything around here

could inspire would be a makeover.

Nice to finally meet you. I'm Bob.

I was told to meet you here.

Put these on.

They're laser bands, and they'll protect your eyes

from the powerful rays.

Guess Jerry forgot to mention that too.

OK.

So you know about us.

But how do we know we can trust you?

Like, is your name really Bob, Bob?

Like you girls, I'm also a WOOHP AGENT,

and Bob is actually my code name for Brains Over Brawn.

Oh, I'd choose brains any day.

Yes, well, whatever substance is

burning that hole up in the clouds,

has me completely stumped.

Maybe I can help.

[crashing and skidding]

Oops.

Meant to hit the reverse switch.

Whoa.

Ahh!

[shouting]

Unbelievable!

I didn't even see you turn it on.

I didn't.

But I better get an air sample fast.

[whirring] Done.

I'll just digitally transmit the sample to Jerry.

We should have your answer in no time.

Oh!

Oh!

Hey!

Maybe that's what David wants!

Uniqueness.

And with one of those cute furry hats, he'll beg me to pose.

Super Tone Sunblock?

Freaky.

I saw an ad for that stuff on the beach in LA.

I may be hot, but I won't get burned.

Unlike these losers, I use Super Tone Sunblock!

[x-powder ringing]

Yeah?

What is it, Jer.

Apparently, the volume of chemicals

floating in the sky above you, Clov.

What do you think is causing it?

By the high level of radioactivity,

we can only assume it's--

The effects of some sort of solar-powered

atmospheric laser.

Precisely, Sam.

All we know is that the laser appears

to be generating most of it strain

from the Alaskan shoreline.

A place you girls should investigate next.

A WOOHP missile will pick you up momentarily.

Oh!

Hey!

Good luck, ladies!

Keep those laser bands, and keep in touch!

[beeping]

[spies screaming]

Whoa!

Hot in enough here, or what?

Ow!

As I said that, I think my tongue got sun-burnt!

Then stop talking, and start looking

for the source of the laser, before it

blows a bigger hole in the clouds, and we all burn up.

Literally. - Mm!

OK! OK!

We're looking. We're looking.

Hurry!

Get up there.

I want to get one of those!

Out of my way!

Man!

Whoever came up with that Sun Block 10,000,

couldn't have picked a better time!

Yeah.

Just when all this weird weather phenom is happening.

You're right, Alex.

The timing is too perfect.

Alex, what's the exact temp?

110-- uh, 20!

No, 30!

Maybe we should snag a bottle before it's too late.

Hurry.

Get over there.

I want to get one of those.

It's too late.

[beeping and whirring]

[grunts] I can't move my feet!

Me neither!

There's got to be a way to cool off this hot tar.

[gasps]

Oh!

Ha!

[spraying]

Come on!

Jump!

We should be safe up here.

[sam gasps]

[spies scream]

That is definitely not a ray of hope.

Guess Jerry forgot to mention our enemy is the Sun.

[spies exclaiming]

[spies screaming]

That was close.

Our best bet now is to follow the path of the laser,

and find out who's behind all this.

Jer, you got a speedboat handy?

As a matter of fact.

Think that would work if I ask for a new summer wardrobe?

Not likely.

[beeping]

Look!

It's coming from that ship!

Oh!

At least we're going after a bad guy with good taste!

Wish those beefy guys were on our side.

We might get a clue who they work

for if we see what they're transporting

inside those coolers.

It's UPWATI time!

Do you think David would be inspired by my new alien space

chick look?

Something tells me that's not the look he was talking about.

Metal?

A glass-bottom boat would have made spying a lot easier.

That's why we brought the M-ray contact lenses.

Looks like bottles.

Super Tone Sunblock bottles.

So, like, the makers of Super Tone are somehow involved?

That doesn't make sense.

Why would people so concerned with blocking

the sun's harmful rays be blowing holes in the ozone?

[gasps] Run!

I mean swim!

Seaweed?

Now I know what sushi feels like.

Oh!

I thought they'd catch us for sure!

[weapon charging]

Oh!

This must be what cooked sushi feels like!

I think they just call that seafood.

Whatever!

[spies grunting]

Hey, big guy.

Could you turn down my heat lamp?

It's totally drying me out, and you don't want to see me flake.

[laughter]

Hello, ladies.

I wasn't expecting company out here

in the middle of the ocean.

I'm Sunny Day.

Sunny Day?

Was that a family name or a weather report?

You're the Super Tone supermodel!

How did you get that gig anyway?

Well, I suppose my modeling career was kicked

off when I won my first crown.

Miss Bronze Babe, 1985.

A beauty queen, too!

Enough about me.

I'd like to know who you are, and why

you're sneaking around my ship!

I'd like to know why you're lasering holes in the ozone.

Believe it or not, it was the simplest

way to bring out the sun.

And the hotter the sun, the hotter my sun block sells.

Brains as well as beauty!

You're Like the Mean Queen of Sunscreen.

Mean?

If I'm mean, then what do you call

the owners of Bronze Me Baby, who fired me at first wrinkle?

Oh!

That's beyond harsh, Sunny.

But maybe you should get over it?

Never!

I want the world to tan so severely,

they can only save their own skin by buying my brand

of overpriced sun block.

Fortunately, my task is almost complete.

I've only been using the laser at 10%.

By the end of the day, I'm turning it all the way up.

I'll cut you in on a factory-direct deal.

$500 a bottle.

Sorry!

I left my purse at home.

Bruce!

Sly!

Please escort these spies off my ship.

Permanently.

[sam gasps]

Hey!

[sly grunts]

Yoo-hoo!

If we're going out to sea, we'll need those rowing sticks.

If I were you, I'd be more concerned about that hole

in your boat.

There's no hole in this boat.

You're right.

There's two holes.

[grunts]

Um, could you tell the chef I'm a vegetarian.

It's not for you.

It's for the sharks.

Hello!

Two skimpy steaks won't fill up a great big shark.

No, but two skimpy steaks, and three nosy spies

might do the trick.

[bruce and sly laugh]

[spies gasp and shiver]

I am way disappointed.

Sunny Day is not the model I expected.

When you get over your fallen idol phase, how about some

help plugging up these holes?

Hey!

We can use this packing material to line the raft.

Great idea.

I'll get this one.

Whoa!

Oh!

Whoa!

Alex!

Help me, you guys!

[shark roars]

Oh!

Thanks!

For a second there, I thought I was fish food.

[spies scream]

One more second and we all might be!

Not if I can get us out of here!

See you later, boys!

Uh, oh!

Looks like Sunny's turned up the laser already.

It's at 40% and rising!

Then we don't have much time.

I'd thought I'd told you imbeciles

to get rid of those spy girls.

We did!

Oh!

So that would be their ghosts coming our way.

Uh, I don't like ghosts.

It's attractive boneheads like you,

that give attractive geniuses like me a bad name.

Now get rid of them for good!

Looks like Sunny's sending her henchmen our way.

Laser's up to 60%!

No!

70%!

We better work fast.

That's for the holes in our raft!

And that's for the raw meat!

Ha!

[sly grunts]

Things are looking up.

Oh! [clover grunts]

Oh!

Whoa!

This is for me!

I love taking down bad guys!

Need a lift?

So, what's next?

It's at 80%.

Come on!

We've gotta figure out some way to stop it!

I don't think we can stop a laser by staring at it.

No.

But maybe we can have the laser stare back at itself.

Clover, can you bring us down low enough so we can

grab one of those cooler lids.

No problem.

[henchman grunts]

Ouch!

[gasps]

[henchman grunts]

You are so pushy!

Whoa!

Thanks!

Now we gotta get as close to the laser as possible.

[sunny day sighs]

Oh!

Man!

If Jerry saw that, he'd be way proud!

Well done, girls.

I'm very proud of you!

Wow. Freaky!

Jerry?

How'd you find us out here?

Hello ladies.

Glad you kept the laser bands.

I left a tracking device in the lenses in case you needed help.

You came all the way here from Russia to help us?

That is so neat, Bob.

That's Bob's job, Alex.

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

There's Sunny, with those sharks.

Oh!

Mommy!

Oh!

Sunny?

Your-- your face!

Are you melting?

Yes.

Too many years in the sun.

You should take the modeling work when you can get it.

Sorry, no modeling where you're going.

And for the record Sunny, makeup

can't hide who you are inside.

Oh!

That reminds me, I need to get back to school fast.

[chopper whirring]

David, you want the real me.

This is--

Poor Clover!

You lost.

Now get lost.

You know, David.

At first, I wanted to pose for you,

because, well, I like to pose.

But then you wanted something more real,

so I came straight here.

But now it's too late.

And I'm totally--

Frustrated?

Yeah!

Me too!

I mean everyone can relate to that, right?

That's it!

That's the look I've got to paint!

Um, yeah?

Mandy, it's not personal.

It's art.

Thanks for understanding!

Wait!

David!

Now I'm frustrated.

See?

Look how bad I am!

I have got the look!

Look!

[end credits theme song]