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[music playing]

[theme music playing]

THEME MUSIC: 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 the Totally Spies, so we'll get on with the show.

Here we go. here we go.

[music playing]

[computer beeping]

[music playing]

[humming]

[whirring sound]

[glass shatters]

[laughs]

[thump]

[whirring sound]

[dramatic music playing]

[music playing]

[school bell ringing]

I can't believe the Valentine's Day sweetheart

dance is already this Friday.

That means we have less than a week

to find the loves of our lives.

Have faith.

Nature will take its course.

And we'll both have dates for the dance.

I don't want to just any old date.

This year I want roses and poetry and romance.

Yeah.

Oh, oh, and a pink teddy bear with heart shaped eyes.

Clover's so lucky.

Tell me about it.

She's already found the love of her life--

Chris.

That's it.

I am done with boys.

I'm Done with dates.

I'm done with love.

Chris?

Done.

You won't believe the stunt he pulled this time.

Let me guess.

He only called you eight times yesterday to say he loved you,

instead of his standard 10.

Worse.

For our three day anniversary, he got tickets

to a monster truck rally.

Boys are so overrated.

As of this moment, I'm officially off the market.

You mean you're on a dating hiatus?

That's right.

No more boys.

Like that'll last through lunch.

Clover, you're overreacting.

There are tons of great guys everywhere.

Like those two?

Salutations, lovely ladies.

By my calculations, the Beverly Hills Mom

has the highest ratio of heartthrobs to honeys.

You can keep me out of your equation.

I am so not looking for a boy.

Come on.

Let's get a nonfat latte and make ourselves visible.

[beeping sounds]

Where's our favorite coffee cafe?

COMPUTER VOICE: You too can find your truest love.

Arrow through the Heart Dating Experience.

A computer matchmaking service?

How cyber weird.

Digital love?

I don't buy it.

I'm going to try.

What do you think, Sam?

I'm sure it's totally bogus, but it still might be fun.

I'll be right here, staying strong,

solidly single, boys need not apply.

COMPUTER VOICE: Hello, girls.

Welcome to Arrow through the Heart.

Please answer the following questions.

Ice cream is to cake as blank is to love.

Smoochies.

Intellectual honesty and political courage.

Hey, I'm Stand.

Stand?

Standing here hoping you'll go out with me.

As if.

Hey, gorgeous.

They say beauty is only skin deep.

Let's you and I get shallow.

[growls]

I'm dating hiatus.

Dating hiatus.

Dating hiatus.

COMPUTER VOICE: Which boy do you think is cuter?

Boy A or Boy B?

Boy Boy A.

Definitely Boy B.

[music playing]

[computer beeping sound]

[school bell ringing]

[grunting]

What's this?

Oh.

[screams]

It's from my Arrow in the Heart match.

I've been Cordially.

Invited to meet him at--

[gasps] cool.

the Rodeo Drive Sports Pavilion.

His name is-- ah--

Chet.

Isn't that sweet?

[music playing]

I think I got a match.

Dearest Sam, Arrow through the heart hath

made a determination.

And thus I await with great anticipation

a date tonight at the Pomme de Terre.

We'll dine at 7:00, my lovely lady fair.

Ah.

It's signed Marco.

Uh-- I thought you didn't believe in computerized dating.

Well, I don't.

But there's no harm in meeting Marco.

Clover, it's not too late for you.

You can still get an Arrow through the Heart match

in time for the Valentine's dance.

Oh, no, I don't want one.

Since I have sworn off boys, I've had tons of free time.

Last night I completely reorganized my handbag closet.

You have a handbag closet?

I told you, I have tons of free time.

[computer beeping]

[music playing]

[grunting]

Ah.

Hi.

I'm Chet.

You must be Alex.

Ah.

How did you know it was me?

Well, I--

I didn't.

But you are the most beautiful girl here, so I was hoping.

This is for you.

Ah.

[computer beeping]

Hi. I'm Sam.

I just wanted to say this isn't my usual--

I mean-- I wouldn't normally go on a blind--

I feel silly about--

Is this the face that launched 1,000 ships

and birthed the topless towers of Ilium?

You're Doctor Faustus?

Sweet Sam, make me immortal with octopus.

Creamed calamari is my favorite.

[computer beeping]

[passing traffic]

[music playing]

No more beautiful guys.

[school bell ringing]

[hallway chatter]

Hey, watch where you're--

Clover, I told you about boy, he's such a dream boat.

So is my Peetie Pie.

Let me guess.

Your new Arrow through the Heart boyfriends?

You mean my new boyfriend.

[squeals]

[growls]

Have you guys noticed that half the girls in the school

are crazy tweaked about their computer dates.

[popping sound]

Um, ahem.

Oh, sorry, Clover.

I was just thinking about my dream boy, Chet.

And I was thinking about my adorable Marco.

Don't tell me you two are love struck too.

What did you dates do? Propose?

No.

Not yet.

But look.

Marco gave me an authentic cubic zirconia sweetheart ring.

Chet gave me one made from genuine imitation diamonoid.

OK, what is wrong with you too?

You can't see this head over heels after just one date.

Right after the dance, we're dropping out of school.

Yeah, we need to free up more time

to spend with our soulmates.

What?

Even the school studs are duds?

Something is seriously whacked around here.

I'm calling Jere.

I don't see a problem, Clover.

World satellites have discovered zero evidence

of hypnotic pathogens in Beverly Hills or Beverly Hills

adjacent areas.

There's something majorly disturbing going on.

There's current global crisis.

You should enjoy the time off.

Perhaps do a bit of dating yourself.

I'm on hiatus.

[music playing]

If Jere won't give me any backup,

I'm going this mission alone.

First things first, gadgets.

OK, old gadgets.

M-ray contact lenses in aquamarine.

Ultrasensitive two clip banana barrette listening device,

and chewable gluable tracking gum.

Oh.

[computer beeping]

The ellipticals swirls of color

remind me of the whirl pools of your eyes.

Ah, Marco, your intellect is dizzying.

I don't know what's grosser, the cheesy love

talk or this liver flavored tracking gum.

Alas, my love, I'm forced to leave you.

Until Friday's dance, dear Marco.

Parting is such exquisite pain.

[music playing]

[gasps]

Way bizzarro.

Now my gum sensor is tracking this guy.

[music playing]

Hmm.

Ah.

I can't believe this.

Two faced boy is two timing Alex and Sam.

[snoring]

I got to book chickadee.

I promised my little sister some one

on one coaching time before her synchronized swimming tryouts.

I can totally dig that.

See you at the Valentines dance tomorrow night.

Ah.

Oh, jeez.

This is out of control.

[music playing]

This guy is suckering all the girls from Beverly Hills High.

Oh, Favier, this foot exfoliation is tres bon.

Not as tres bon as the sound of your voice,

mon petite tres pas sucre.

Sacre bleu.

Sacre blech.

Mandy, mon cherie, allow moi to bestow

upon you this meager token of moi affection, s'il vous plait.

I will allow it.

Oui.

Glittery Snitt.

If this creepy Casanova thinks he can play Sam and Alex,

he's got another thing coming.

[music playing]

Glittery Snitt Jewelry Store, so this

is where he gets his trinkets.

[music playing]

Good morning.

Welcome to Glittery Snit.

I'm Eugene.

May I help you?

Oh, I was just checking out your lovely quarry, darling.

You have very beautiful diamonds.

Oh, what's this, darling?

I think someone must have just left it here.

You go to Beverly Hills High?

No.

I go to the Institute for Gifted Teens.

WOMAN: Eugene.

Yes, mummy?

Have you made a sale to this girl?

No, not yet.

Buy something or get out.

Yes, sir.

[music playing]

So, you want to go to the dance?

Should I pick you up at 8:00?

Will you marry me?

Step off.

OK, this is really getting out of hand.

I got to shut it down before--

[panting] rude much.

I better find Sam and Alex.

Marco is going to love these.

Pink is Chet's favorite flavor.

I have to talk to you too.

Not now, Clover.

We have to get ready for the dance.

I have to do my hair.

Marco likes it up.

I have to get a manicure.

Chet likes me to wear seafoam nail polish.

Earth to Zombie Chicks.

This is a crisis situation.

There is something wrong with your stupid soulmates.

You're just jealous, Clover.

Yeah, you had a chance for true happiness.

And you threw it away for this dumb dating hiatus.

You could have had a wonderful boyfriend.

But you don't understand.

Come on, Alex.

We don't want to keep Marco and Chet waiting.

[sobbing]

[evil laugh]

[sobbing continues]

[running footsteps]

[screams]

What the--

[music playing]

Persistent little creep, aren't you?

[laughs]

[metal pots clanking]

OK, Eugene, if all's fair in love, this means war.

BOYS: We want dates.

We want dates.

We want dates.

We want dates.

We want dates.

I can't believe Marco isn't here yet.

hope nothing bad happened to him.

It's not like Chet to be lady either.

Hm.

Ah, look at them all, waiting for me, me, me.

Think again, Pal.

Now you might tell me why you're doing this.

It's simple really.

Revenge.

Last year the love of my life broke my heart when she

dumped me on Valentine's Day.

Bitter or what?

Now, with this little gizmo and the information

I get from my booths, I can transform myself

into any girl's ideal boy.

They all fall madly in love with me.

And now, I'll get back at all women

by dumping them on Valentine's Day.

Over my dead body.

You should have use my dating booth.

I would have been your sweetest dream.

[whirring sound]

Instead of your worst nightmare.

[grunting]

My peetie pie isn't coming.

Either is my boyfriend.

[crying]

Your loser boyfriends might not be coming,

but I'm sure mon Favier is just being fashionably late.

Something's not right here.

Why are all the boyfriends late?

You can't resist me.

No woman can resist me.

[heavy steps]

[gasps]

You are a sushi.

Hm.

[running footsteps]

[wood splinters]

[crash]

[screams]

Ladies, allow me to introduce you

to Marco and Chet and Favier and Peetie Pie and Roy Boy

and Wally and Jason last and definitely least Eugene Snitt.

[music playing]

I can't believe we shared the eternal bonds

of poetic, artistic and intellectual enlightenment.

I can't believe we jump up and own.

I can't believe I let you exfoliate my feet.

[rings clanging]

Ow.

Tear off his head.

Rip out his heart.

Rip up his credit cards.

I've got one better than that?

What are you going do to?

Have me thrown in jail?

You wish.

[heavy footsteps]

Eugene.

No!

[helicopter whirring]

This is just great.

What's more humiliating than not having

a date on Valentine's Day?

Being too blind to see all the great guys around you.

Come on, girls.

What do you say we get this party started?

[music playing]

[cheers]

We are so sorry, Clover.

Yeah, we should have never let boys get

in the way of our friendship.

Can you forgive us?

Of course I forgive you.

Believe me, I know what it's like to be driven

to temporary insanity by boys.

[school bell ringing]

Hey, Clover, what are you doing.

I totally found my true calling.

From now on you may refer to me as the fabulous Clover,

professional matchmaker.

Besides, the fringe benefits are great.

What fringe benefit?

Hold please.

I have with a client.

Looks like the dating hiatus is officially over.

[laughing]

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