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[theme - moonbaby, "here we go"]

THEME SONG: 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, so we'll get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

I am psyched!

This rave is supposed to be live!

But are you sure this is the right place?

Well, this is the address on the invitation.

Then what are we waiting for?

Rave on!

[party music playing]

[aggressive yelling]

You know, Alex, when you invited us to go skating,

I thought you meant somewhere--

Cool, like the Venice Boardwalk.

But what could be cooler than a '70s disco roller rink?

Uh, sorry, Alex.

Time doesn't permit me to answer that.

I knew I should've gone to the Pablo Picardo exhibit

at the museum.

Come on, guys.

I've been wanting to go retro skating since, like, forever.

More like lameo skating.

And what's with those skates?

Do you think they put the wheels in the corners

by mistake?

The cute guy at the skate shop swore it's

what he and all his friends--

Cute guy?

Friends of cute guy?

Oops.

Wrong com thingy.

[laughing]

Oh no!

What have I done?

Forget about it, Alex.

WOOHP's got dozens more compowders

where that came from.

It's not the compowder I'm upset about.

It's the mirror!

I broke it and now I'm doomed to seven years of bad luck!

Whatever, Alex.

That's just a superstition.

No, it isn't.

It's a jinx.

And we'd better get to the roller rink

fast before something bad happens to us.

Oh, I thought going to the roller rink was the bad thing.

My roller rink!

It's been totally trashed and it's all my fault!

Alex, what are talking about?

Hello, I broke a mirror?

I told you it would bring me bad luck.

OK, I seriously doubt a ruined roller rink has

anything to do with bad luck.

Yeah.

I mean, when you think about it, it's actually kind of good luck

because now we can go blading at the Boardwalk.

Or even better, to the mall!

They'll let us go blading at the mall?

No.

Shopping at the mall.

Sure, if we hail that taxi first.

Taxi!

Well, hello girls.

So glad you could drop by.

We have another crisis on our hands.

Apparently, during the past few nights,

numerous local establishments have been completely destroyed.

ALL: Huh?

You mean like the roller rink?

Among others.

Smoothie King, Pumps, Platforms, and

Pinkies, and even the new Scrunchie City

was struck, as well.

Not Scrunchie City!

I'm afraid so, Clover.

I'm truly sorry.

Oh no.

Bad luck strikes again.

Perhaps, although this violent rampage began long

before you broke your mirror.

And expensive compowder. - But why?

Who's doing this?

We're not certain, but we believe

it's the work of some underground group

of anarchists.

We were able to salvage this videotape from a roller

rink security monitor.

As you can see, there's obviously a deliberate act

of destruction.

If there was music, I'd say it was a deliberately out there

rave.

I beg your pardon?

You know, a rave?

As in underground, after-hours party?

Hm?

You don't know what a rave is?

That is so weird.

Not half as weird as the fact that there was a rave

and I didn't know about it.

Whoever they are, we suspect that they'll

strike again tonight.

Well, then what are we hanging around here for?

Lay Placing gadgets on us, Jer.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Tonight, you will be utilizing the Heat Sensor 6000

infrared sunglasses, the expendable cable bungee

belt, and ultrasensitive two-clip banana

beret listening device.

Too cute!

Any other questions? Good.

Well, ta-ta.

Clover, Alex, see anything yet?

Negative, Sammy.

Everything looks normal.

Normal?

These glasses totally clash.

How come those WOOHP brainiacs can make see-in-the-dark

glasses, but they can't make them in a series

of fashionable colors?

Hey, wait a minute.

What's that?

Looks like something's going on at the art museum.

The art museum?

Cool!

I mean, oh.

First a roller rink and now an art museum?

When is it going to be my turn to pick where we're going?

[far-off music playing]

Hm.

That's strange.

It's locked.

Sounds like somebody got inside somehow.

A lot of somebodies.

And here come more now.

Quick, you guys, hide!

It's David.

What's he doing here?

The question is, what's he doing with her?

Silly, they're going to the museum.

Correction.

They're going to a rave.

Come on.

Now's our chance.

Invitations?

Invitations?

Yeah.

This party's invitation only. - Oh.

Well, you see, there must be some kind of mix-up

because I always get invited to, like, everywhere.

So somebody clearly made a major social faux pas

and totally forgot to invite me.

No invite, no admission.

Beat it.

I can't believe our bad luck.

I can't believe that David's with Mandy.

What's that about?

Who cares?

We've got to think of a way to get inside that museum.

Or not.

[aggressive yelling]

OK.

I can understand David and Mandy getting invited, but Arnold?

Now I'm totally offended.

Now's our chance.

[gasps]

Oh no!

They destroyed that Picardo painting.

How can she tell?

Don't look at me.

This is weird, you guys.

This isn't like any rave I've ever been to.

Maybe it wasn't a rave.

So then how do you explain the DJ?

After him!

I bet the DJ knows who's behind this anti-rave.

Come on!

There he goes!

ALL: [exasperated sighs]

Now which way did he go?

Huh?

Up-way?

I think this calls for the expendable cable bungee belt.

Do I have to do everything myself?

Four belly sweaters, monkey boxers, and other cute things.

This is where you get off.

Oops.

How did he do that?

With a really sharp nail file.

What's this?

Beats me, but I'm having a major deja vu moment.

Yeah.

And since it fell out of our friend's pocket,

something tells me we should send it to WOOHP for analyzing.

OK, so am I the only one who thinks it's

strange that we're totally out of the rave loop?

It's not strange when you're jinxed.

Or at least not any stranger than that.

Wow.

Looks like everybody in school went shopping last night.

Girls, there is definitely something strange

going on here.

And I say it's time we found out what.

Ugh!

Hey, Mandy!

Been to any raves lately?

Did you happen to catch the new Pablo

Picardo exhibit at the museum?

Huh?

Love the new look, Arnold.

Who's your personal shopper?

Hyper rave--

--is the wave--

--of the future.

"Hyper rave is the wave of the future?"

Like that was helpful.

ALL: Not.

So now what?

Hm.

What else?

We accessorize.

(IN RECEIVER) So you going tonight?

(IN RECEIVER) Got my invitation right here.

BOTH (IN RECEIVER): Hyper rave is the wave of the future!

Well, one thing's for sure.

There's another rave tonight.

If only we were invited.

Leave this one to me.

Oops!

Tonight, 10:00 PM, Beverly Hills Mall.

Finally.

I was beginning to think we were never going shopping.

[party music playing]

Rings and Things!

We may not know who's organizing these raves,

but they sure are picking better locations.

Hey!

Now if they would only work on their guest list.

Yeah!

Or not.

[phone ringing]

Girls, I'm so glad I found you.

We got the results back from WOOHP's lab

analysis of that strange glowing microdisk you found.

What did you say?

I said, we got the results back

on the microdisk you found!

Jerry, you're really going to have to speak up.

We can't hear you over the music.

(ON LOUDSPEAKER) Girls, listen!

On the surface, the disk is just a benign collection

of mediocre, monotonous music.

But in fact, the disk is a micro digital virus,

capable of extremely violent--

Weird.

I usually get great reception in this mall.

You think someone's blurring our transmission?

No.

I think you're shopping with someone cursed with bad luck.

Hello, earth to Alex and Clover.

We're investigating, not shopping.

That blasted music.

You'd think it would give their brains--

[party music playing]

The music!

They were listening to the same music that was on the disk.

Huh?

[crashing]

Hyper rave is the wave of the future!

Hyper rave is the wave of the future!

Hyper rave is the wave of the future!

[party music playing]

Hyper rave is the wave of the future!

I've got to warn my spies.

I've just figured out what's weird about this rave.

It's completely tame.

Yeah.

Where are all the interesting guys?

Looks like it's time to mix things up.

What the-- we have some visitors.

Why don't you ask them to dance?

Party time, girls.

[gasps]

Don't look now, ladies, but I think we have

some serious party crashers.

Get 'em!

Ow!

Watch it with the hair.

Talk about a wedgie.

Maybe it's time you sat this dance out.

Hey!

Well, well, well.

If it isn't the little spy girls.

ALL: [gasps]

Sebastian!

You're the DJ?

I should've known someone as sick and twisted as you

would be behind these raves.

DJ, twisted criminal mastermind--

titles are so meaningless to me.

What interests me is revenge.

Am I the only one who's still stuck on the fact

that Mr. Sebastian is the DJ?

It's not so hard to understand, really.

You sent me to prison.

I escaped.

And now I'm getting revenge.

So not inviting us to your raves is your revenge?

Boy, are you rusty in the villain department.

Not if those raves end up destroying every single place

the three of you hold near and dear.

He's right.

The first rave ruined Alex's roller rink.

The second rave totally trashed my museum.

And now this rave--

--is going to destroy my mall?

That is so evil!

Now do you believe me about the bad luck?

And the beauty of it is that I don't have lift a finger.

Those kids are going to do it all for me.

All I have to do is play this micro digital virus and anyone

hearing it will be instantly hypnotized and programmed

to do my bidding.

Which, let me guess, has something to do with destroying

our favorite hangouts?

Exactly.

Care for a demonstration?

I don't hear anything.

Hello, this glass is soundproof.

But let me assure you, your friends

down there can hear every note.

[party music playing]

This is horrible!

[laughing evilly]

And this is nothing compared to what

I've got planned for my finale.

It'll be a real learning experience.

This is where you get off.

Hyper rave is the wave of the future!

That was so uncalled for.

What a loser.

And what does he mean about his finale

being a learning experience?

Isn't that, like, the total opposite

reason for having a rave?

A real learning experience?

Oh no!

He plans to destroy Beverly High!

Then we have to get out of here and get to the school

right away!

[party music playing]

Looks pretty tame so far.

Something tells me it's not going

to stay this way for long.

Let's get down there.

Time to pump up the volume.

Suddenly I don't feel so good.

Yeah.

Me neither.

What are you talking about?

I feel perfectly--

ALL: Hyper rave is the wave of the future!

Enjoy the party, girls.

Good heavens.

I hope I'm not too late.

Will somebody please unlock this door?

Thank you.

And thank you, WOOHP Laboratories,

for these sensible, soundproof earplugs.

[yelling]

STUDENTS: Hyper rave is the wave of the future!

Hyper rave is the wave of the future!

Hello, girls.

Good to see you again.

ALEX: Get him!

Girls, listen to me.

No, better yet, don't listen to the music.

Oh dear.

This isn't going well.

Jerry, you're, like, a total mess.

Hi, Jerry.

What are you doing here?

Care to dance before you die?

Well, what are you three staring at?

In case you've forgotten, we've got

a major psycho to deal with.

Come on.

We've got to stop Sebastian.

Sebastian's gone.

And apparently he's found a way

to broadcast his music by way of some remote-feed hookup.

There he is, up on the roof.

We've got to stop him before it's too late.

Are you thinking what I"m thinking?

You three!

Surprise!

Grr!

Song's over, Sebastian!

Guess Sebastian's pretty fly after all.

Oops.

Um, don't worry, guys.

I've got it all under control.

SEBASTIAN: [panicked yelling]

ALL: Whoa!

See?

What'd I tell you?

STUDENTS: Whoa.

Nice work, girls.

Sorry about the sign, Jerry.

Guess I've got to work on my landing.

On the contrary, Alex, your landing skills

are what saved the school from complete destruction.

Turns out the sign was where Sebastian was

broadcasting his music from.

So the rave's over?

Everybody's back to normal?

Well, I wouldn't say everybody.

ALL: [laughing]

Ew.

Somebody's school needs a serious makeover.

Yeah.

Thanks to that rave, this place is a mess.

And what's weird is no one remembers a thing about it.

It's like Sebastian's disk erased everyone's memory.

Hey, did you hear?

Vandals broke into the school last night

and totally trashed it.

Makes you so upset you just want to clean the whole place up,

you know?

See what I mean?

And to think this all happened because I

broke that stupid mirror.

Urg!

Huh?

Alex, that jinx thingy is so last week.

Nuh-uh.

It's not last week or even last month.

It's going to be for a whole seven years.

Ah!

Stop!

Walking under a ladder is major bad luck!

Maybe normally.

But a second bad luck on top of a first bad luck

just cancels the first bad luck out.

Get it?

You're neutralized.

Oh wow.

That's great!

Thanks, guys.

Finally this bad luck stuff is over.

Oh no.

You don't think that when we pulled Alex under the ladder--

--we got jinxed?

Good luck, girls, because now that you're jinxed,

you'll need it.

[theme music]