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THEME MUSIC: (SINGING) Here we go, we're getting on the road

till we stop and then we'll shop.

So 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

and get on with the show.

Here we go, here go, here we go.

As mayor of Kangaroo Point, it is

my honor to declare the beautiful Sandollar

Hotel officially open.

[applause]

Huh?

[gasp]

[screaming]

GIRL: Wait till you see it, it's totally cool.

It sounds kind of creepy to me.

No, it's not creepy, Sam, it's hip, new, and futureific.

MECHANICAL VOICE: Eggs and bacon or pancakes and sausage.

Pancakes.

That is cool.

Huh?

[crying]

Not everyone thinks it's cool.

It looks like Mrs. Muckle's out of a job.

[crying]

That doesn't seem fair.

[sighing]

Nobody should get replaced by a machine.

[gasp]

You're right.

There's no justice in people being

automated into unemployment.

We have to do something about this, David.

You and me, together.

Like what?

Hum?

Like-- like we'll organize a letter writing campaign.

Boring.

Boring.

Well how about we start a petition?

Lame.

Lame.

I've got it, we'll go on a hunger strike.

That's a great idea.

- It is? - It is?

Yeah.

A bold move like that will show everyone how totally committed

we are.

I'll go spread the world.

David is so politically aware.

I don't know, Sam, a hunger strike

isn't a very healthy idea.

Yeah, not eating is so '90s.

David and I are saddened by your lack

of enthusiasm for our cause.

[screaming]

[belch]

[screaming]

Hello, ladies.

This better be good, Jerry, I have a student

revolution to whip up.

Do you ladies know what a tsunami is?

ALL: Duh.

Excellent.

Well, within the past week, three of these giant waves--

Giant waves?

Oh, I thought tsunamis were those little breaded sushi

things with the purple sauce.

[nervous giggling]

Never mind.

In any event, three of these giant waves

here laid waste to resort towns in Fiji,

Indonesia, and Australia.

These tsunamis are clearly unnatural.

And you want to find out what's creating them.

Exactly.

You'll be getting to the location of the last tsunami,

Kangaroo Point, Australia.

And now for the gadgets.

Today you'll be receiving hover boards,

heat sensor 6,000 infrared motion detector sunglasses,

press on, flick off explosive tip ninja nails [inaudible],,

the thundering thermal wave hair drier, and last,

but not least, 24 hour extra power all day

adhesive hair pomade.

Cool.

Oopsie.

[grunting]

Now that's what I call a firm hold.

Well, I guess we'd better get going.

Since you've got your hand full,

I'll just take care of this for you.

[screaming]

This beach is trashier than one of Mandy's outfits.

MAN: Wahoo!

MAN: Just that wave!

MAN: Yeah, buddy!

[laughter]

Sounds like someone's having a good time.

Whoa, check out that guy.

[gasp]

It's Rock.

Does my hair look OK?

Is there anything in my teeth?

Who's Rock?

Only one of the most awesome pro surfers around.

He's totally amazing.

No one else pulls the el rollo in conjunction

with the triple [inaudible] pepperoni?

See?

Hey new babe-alinis.

Here for a major [inaudible] shes?

Come on, check out the ashes before the grub gets 86ed.

What?

Oh, he means welcome girls.

Are you here on vacation?

Please help yourself to the food before it's all gone.

The Vit smell totally wrecked it.

We just specked out your moves in the green room, righteous.

Oh, nectar.

You have got to be kidding.

My name is Clever.

The queebies are Alex and Sam.

What are queebies?

I'm Rock.

Anyway, gotta bag crippler chick, stoked to check it.

Did you hear that?

He called me beautiful and hopes to see me again.

Hum.

Hello, earth to bimbalini.

That's babe-alini.

Whatever.

We're not here to date board heads,

we're here to find the cause of the tsunamis, right Alex?

[scream]

Yeah, totally nectar.

Come on, let's check for abnormalities.

That's weird.

That hotel registers a pocket of unusually cold air.

Let's check it out.

It's freezing in here.

I'm turning into a spy-sicle.

[rumbling]

Huh?

What was that?

I didn't hear anything.

[rumbling]

Gross, it's your stomach.

It isn't gross, Alex.

It's the music of protest, the soundtrack

to my beautiful hunger strike with David.

[crash]

[groaning]

It's wedged shut.

A little help, please.

[screaming]

Someone must have left the air conditioning on.

Alex, I'm pretty sure it's cold because we're

standing next to an iceberg.

Oh.

The tsunami must have driven it

through the front of the hotel.

Driven it from where?

Good question.

We'll get a sample.

[rumbling]

Hum?

Your stomach again?

No, not this time.

[rumbling]

That can't be good.

Avalanche!

[screaming]

The door is blocked.

[grunting]

That was too cold for comfort.

We better call Jerry.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Enjoying Australia?

I guess you could say we're chilling out.

We have a sample for the WOOHP laboratory to analyze.

Figure out where this ice came from

and we'll pinpoint the source of the tsunamis.

Excellent.

I'll contact you when we have the results.

In the meantime, why don't you head back to school.

You want to be just in time for lunch.

[rumbling]

Great, I'm starved.

Hum?

I mean, who could think about food when there's

so much injustice in the world?

[bell ringing]

This place is a ghost town.

Where is everybody?

Hey, there she is.

Fellow students, allow me to present to you the woman

whose foresight and dedication made

this hunger strike possible.

Sam.

[cheering]

When word got out, everyone started supporting the cause

and now you're a hero.

David, I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything,

the cause speaks for itself.

If Muckle's on the street, we won't eat.

(CHANTING) If Muckle's on the street, we won't eat.

That's it, we're ordering in Thai.

I miss Rock.

Ew, he's not such a hottie on film.

That's not Rock, that's Frankie Dude.

He was a big time pro surfer back in the day.

Hey, check out this story.

It's about the top five gnarliest

surfing spots of all time.

So?

So number five is in Fiji, number four is in Indonesia,

and number three is Kangaroo Point, Australia.

Alex, the tsunamis are targeting surfing beaches.

Hum?

[gasp]

The next gnarliest is Kirk's Cove, South Africa.

We've got to get Sam and go.

Kirk's Cove doesn't look like a surfing Mecca to me.

There's no beach left, just strip mall-a-palooza.

At least everything's still standing.

Not for long.

Yay!

Ye haw!

Faster, my mascara's not water proof.

[screaming]

[barking] - Help!

Help!

[howling]

Gotcha.

[barking]

Is this what they mean by hot dog surfing?

[crash]

[yipping]

We're too late.

MAN: Hooray.

[inaudible]

MAN: Yeah buddy.

MAN: You better, mondo curls, man.

At least the board heads are happy.

Kirk's Cove is once again a surfing Mecca.

That's what's going on.

What's going on?

The tsunamis aren't destroying these beaches,

they're returning them to their original surf-ability.

Ladies, we've analyzed that ice sample you found.

Study of the CO2 concentration and carbon stable isotopes

make it evident that the ice would

have come from only one location in the world,

Leuba's Bay, Antarctica.

GIRL: That must be the source of the tsunamis.

[distant engine]

[splash]

Leuba's Bay, population zero.

We're here.

Good.

I couldn't take the sound of Sam's stomach

rumbling for much longer.

How many times do I have to tell you?

David and I are on a hunger strike.

Whatever.

Whatever.

So, where are all the baby tsunamis?

Let's check out the cliffs.

Huh?

Pick it up, Sam.

Give me a break, I'm working on zero fuel, here.

fault is that?

Just let me take a short rest.

[beep]

Huh?

Ugh, we've been isolated.

Ow, ooh, ooh, ow.

At these temperatures, the ice is as strong as steel.

You could have mentioned that before I started kicking.

Huh?

Evil beach bunnies?

Huh?

Wax on, wax off.

Frankie Dude.

Who?

From my "Board Master" magazine.

He wrote the article on the five gnarliest beaches.

The Dude welcomes you aboard the Mondo.

You're the one who's been creating the tsunamis.

Afirm-alicious.

- That means yes. - Duh.

Duh.

You make tsunamis just so you can

have better surfing beaches?

Whoa, percept-a-mundo.

You mullet.

The Dude once ruled those sand path chiquitas.

He was the alpha, ace moon doggy of the whole [inaudible]..

Then the land sharks moved in, started

putting hotels and strip malls over top the gnarliest beaches.

They built breakwaters to turn the slammers into slop.

Huh?

Big waves into foam.

That is when the Dude had the accident.

You wiped out against a newly built pier.

Yes.

The Dude totally scabbed off his pinky toe

so the mervs of the world could sip overpriced frappucinos

and watch their toddlers play in the backwas.

Because of corporate greed, the Dude is forever fated

to hang nine instead of 10.

Groady.

Groady

How is the Dude creating his tsunamis?

Using the Mondo's laser canon, the Dude

carves these mombusaloid chunks out of the Antarctic ice shelf,

then they crash into the ocean.

Creating an accelerated ripple effect from which

the tsunamis are formed.

The Dude is sorry that you'll be missing his most

bodacious victory yet--

a tsunami big enough to wipe out all of Los Angeles.

Los Angeles?

[shriek]

That's where Beverly Hills is.

And this time, the dude will be surfing it all the way in.

Beach bunnies, put our three little grommets

in the tanning bed of doom.

Let us go, you over [inaudible] sand rabbits.

We've got to get out of here.

Ow.

That's not going to work.

Let's try kicking out the lights.

[grunting]

So much for my pedicure.

What's that?

I think we're moving.

Begin the firing sequence.

Ow.

Alex, you're on my hair.

It's not my fault, Clover's fingernails are poking me.

The ninja nails.

Clover, use the ninja nails.

Fine but you're springing for a new manicure.

Close your eyes, spies.

Too late, stinkies.

[gasp]

It's the laser.

Time to undo the Dude.

Hi-ya.

Let go of me, you silicone-enhanced freaks.

[grunting]

Time to stick it to the gidgets.

[grunting]

A little dab will do ya.

You are done like dinner, Dude.

[growling]

Huh?

You spy-bellinis are noodled.

The Dude is about to rock your world.

Whoa.

Bye bye, binnies.

Binnies?

Binnies?

I am not a tanless tourist.

[laughter]

Surf's up, way up.

We have to beat the tsunami back to LA.

Get ready, we're ripping for the zone.

According to WOOHP's database, our only hope

to counteract the tsunami is to create a massive energy

burst in front of the wave.

We can't, the Dude's last shot drained the laser's battery.

It's emptier than your hunger-striking stomach.

We're closing in on the tsunami.

Which does no good if we can't stop it.

What about the thundering thermal wave hair dryer?

Is it powerful enough?

It might be if we wired it to the Mondo's engines.

It's our only hope of saving LA.

[giggling]

The Dude is so the Dude.

Huh?

[gasp]

What is this?

[screaming]

[grunting]

Wire, Alex, wire like the wind.

Done.

Clover, go.

Wipe out time for the Dude.

If this doesn't work, we're sushi.

Don't remind me of food.

[screaming]

Excellent dismount.

I'd give him a 9.2.

[screaming]

No!

Whoa, my beach, my waves.

[inaudible]

Marvelous job, ladies.

THE DUDE: No!

We saved LA.

And our mall.

We rule.

Come on, let's get out of here.

We are much too pretty for this line of work.

I'll be happy if I never see another surfer

as long as I live. - Hum?

Crippler chick.

Quiddies.

Rock.

Came to snag the SoCal action, scope the giganto swell.

Totally hitty.

Is it true tell about Frankie Dude?

Yep-a-roonie, the Dude was making the tsunamis.

What a woofie.

Hot vits on the ashes.

Scratch on over and nab a beefy.

Rock is extending an invitation to--

Have a burger, we get it.

Let's eat.

What about your hunger strike?

You were trying to save Mrs. Muckle's job?

Starving myself wasn't saving anyone.

I got a better idea.

[bell ringing]

So, do you miss Rock?

Yes but we were destined for different paths.

I'm a student and a spy.

His life, his love, and his lady is the sea.

Nectar.

Hey, babe-a-linis.

Hi, guys.

How'd the peace talks go?

Yeah, everything seems to be back to normal.

How'd you do that?

Well, let's just say, Sam convinced me

and the other students that diplomacy

was a better option than starvation.

What about Mrs. Muckle being automated out of her job?

We suggested a compromise to the cafeteria administration.

[gasp]

Elevated cholesterol, pre ulcerous conditions,

you'll take a tofu burger.

Technology with a human touch, I like it.

We work well together, David.

We're perfect for each other.

Like brother and sister.

Brother and sister?

Yeah, oh.

[laughter]

[music playing]