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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.

[cheering]

Welcome back to "Brain Busters"!

OK.

It's time for a do or die round.

First to answer correctly wins.

OK, players, your question.

Name the isotope whose nuclear fission supplies

energy for atomic explosions.

Oh, yes, of course.

That's easy.

The answer, obviously, is--

well, uh, the answer is--

[buzzer sounding] - Ooh!

Time's up.

Sorry, Professor.

Margie?

I'm guessing that'd be Uranium-235?

Correct!

For the third week in a row, you're our grand prize winner!

[bell ringing]

Now, who can name the four chronological eras of Earth?

Sam?

OK, Precambrian, Paleozoic, Mesozoic, and Cenozoic.

That's exactly right.

How do you do it, Sam?

I mean, when I try to memorize all that -zoic stuff,

all I get is a headache.

I don't know.

I just read it and then it's, like, stuck in my mind forever.

Kind of dorky, huh?

Dorky?

More like lucky.

Hey, maybe we can grab some sushi tomorrow after school

and you can give me a few pointers.

Sure.

Sounds great.

Hurry up, Sam.

You're going to be late for your date with fame and fortune.

You're right!

It's "Brain Buster" time.

Um, actually, it's hair and makeup time.

No girlfriend of mine's going on TV before she's camera ready.

Today's the day Sammy gets to be on a game show

and win mega bucks.

Sorry, Zach.

Got to go.

Is it me, or does the set look much bigger on TV?

That's the magic of Hollywood, my dear.

ALL: Wink Weatherdale!

Speaking of magic, I can't believe how

real you look in person, Wink.

Amazing, isn't it?

But enough about me.

I'm here to welcome Sam to the show.

Ready to challenge Margie for lots of cash and prizes?

Bring it on.

No wire hangers!

You got me, bucko?

Winky, is this how the returning champ gets treated?

This blouse is 85% genuine silk, for crying out loud!

We'll take care of it right away, Margie.

[snapping] Oop!

That's our cue, ladies.

Good luck, hon.

you're gonna need it.

She seems nice?

For 100 points, this famous person is

the reason we have sandwiches.

That would be--

uh-- it would be--

[buzzer sounding]

Margie?

That's got to be the Earl of Sandwich.

The Earl of Sandwich is correct!

I know this one.

It's-- it's-- it's-- it's, um--

[buzzer sounding]

Is it vernal equinox?

Ooh!

Correctomundo again!

AUDIENCE: [cheering]

Is it shredded wheat?

AUDIENCE: [cheering]

Time's up!

Um--

AUDIENCE: [cheering]

OK, contestants, it's do or die time.

Here's the question.

In order, what are Earth's four chronological eras.

That's so easy.

I just answered this in science class today.

She's going to get this one for sure.

Totally.

Science is her best subject.

It's, um--

OK.

The first-- um, it's--

it's--

Margie?

OK.

You got your Precambrian era.

You got your Paleozoic era.

OK, there's another era.

It's on the tip of my tongue.

It was so weird.

Wink would ask a question and I'd know the answer.

But when I buzzed in, I just totally blanked.

Probably just a bad case of stage fright.

Yeah.

Either that, or the buzzer sucked out part of your brain.

Ha, ha.

Now, if you're through with the fun-at-my-expense-fest,

I believe we're due for our mid-morning makeup check.

Um, is it me, or is she a little off course?

Off course? She's off her rocker!

Come on! We've got to stop her.

Hey!

What are you doing?

How about saving you from total humiliation?

This is the boys' bathroom.

Heh. Oopsie!

Guess I wasn't paying attention.

Ah, forget the makeup check.

Let's just get our books and go to class.

Hm.

Come on, you dumb locker.

Open up. - What's the matter?

Did you forget your combination?

Forget my combination?

That is, like, the dumbest question ever, Clovis.

Clovis?

Uh, Sam?

Her name is Clover.

That's what I said, Allegra.

Um.

OK, I was just kidding about the brain sucking thing before.

Sammy, are you feeling OK?

I am fine!

Gosh, if I could just figure out why there's

no smoothie stand at this mall.

OK, this just went from amusing

to 911, call Jerry quick.

Serious!

ALL: [screaming]

Hello, ladies.

What seems to be the problem?

Sam's the problem.

Ever since she was on that "Brain Busters" show,

she's been acting "tres bizarro."

Yeah, forgetting things and spacing out and stuff.

She practically walked into the boys' bathroom at school.

But Clovis and Allegra saved me.

Huh?

Yes.

I'll have WOOHP run some test right away.

In the meantime, you two should check out

"Brain Drain's" ex-contestants.

See if anyone else is having any forgetfulness-- problems

like Sam.

We're on it, Jer.

Not just yet.

There's still the matter of the gadgets.

Today, we have X-ray sunglasses, lipstick lasers,

mini smoke bombs, and some newly-modified

nuclear-powered jet boots.

What's newly-modified about them?

I'm glad you asked.

This.

Hm.

This is it, the home of Professor Augustus Clayborne.

Says Says here he hasn't returned to work since he lost

on the game show two weeks ago.

That's a long time to just sit around and play

with your parting gifts.

- Can I help you? - Yeah.

We're here to see the professor.

We're, um-- we're his students.

Well, then you should know that the professor

isn't feeling well.

It'll only take a sec.

We just want to say hi.

Well, all right, if it'll only take a second.

[laughing]

Hoo!

Hoo, look out there.

Hoo-hoo.

Whoa.

Looks like the prof had a little problem dressing this morning.

It's every morning.

Ever since he went on that ridiculous show,

he can't remember anything.

Hoo-hoo!

Oh, hello, ladies.

I'd love to chat, but it's a bit past my bedtime.

Nighty-night.

[laughing]

Ooh! Look out there.

I think you guys should go now.

I appreciate you stopping by.

OK, this is so not good.

For the professor or for Sam?

For both.

We better call Jer ASAP.

Brainwave test number one--

short-term memory visuals.

[phone ringing]

Any news, spies?

We just checked on an ex "Brain Buster" contestant.

In two weeks, he's gone from brainy professor

to brainless goof.

He tried to go to bed inside a clock.

Oh my.

- How's Sam doing? - Sam.

Oh, well, she's--

[gasps]

Oh my.

Jer, what's wrong?

Uh, well, nothing to worry yourself about.

But you and Alex should investigate

the game show set promptly.

Ta-ta.

Ah!

Oh!

Ooh, pretty light.

[honking]

[honking]

[honking]

Whoa!

It's about time, Miss Tutor.

Do I know you?

Yeah, you know me.

I'm Zach.

Science class.

Remember?

Oh, OK.

I get it.

It's a joke.

Mm, this is good.

Mm.

Uh, maybe we should order.

You seem kind of hungry.

TOUR GUIDE: And this is the famous "Brain Busters" set,

where everybody's favorite waitress,

Margie, goes for $10 million in tomorrow's battle of geniuses.

Now follow me to the studio's famous cowboy Western set.

OK, 10 minutes till the next tour.

Let's get to work.

We should start with Wink's podium.

Looks like this podium is more than just

a place for Wink's cue cards.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to play "Brain Busters".

OK, that's weird.

What's weird?

Pictures of brains?

I don't get it.

Red drains into blue.

Alex, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

That somehow those capsules suck out intelligence?

Exactly.

Our Sammy's been brain drained.

I knew a guy with teeth that white wasn't to be trusted.

SECURITY GUARD: Hey, you!

Hey, what do you two think you're doing?

Looks like the next tour came early.

What are we going to do?

Mic check!

Get back here!

Push!

Oh, so sorry!

How about we start with plate tectonics?

Sam, are you OK?

Sam, there you are.

Marvelous.

Hey, let go, buddy!

Yeah, let go, buddy.

The lady doesn't know you.

Oh, no, no, no.

You misunderstand.

I'm Sam's uncle.

Uncle, er, Buddy.

Yes, that's it.

Sam called me to pick her up.

Ready to go, dear?

Oh my.

I had so hoped it wouldn't come to this.

Look, a three-headed man on a donkey!

[phone ringing]

Game show report, ladies?

Yeah.

Wink's a fink!

Pardon me?

Poor Sam's been brain drained, Jer.

The contestant capsule sucks out a player's intelligence

and makes them forget answers.

JERRY: Any idea what happens to the drained intelligence?

Security guards came before we could find out.

We're going to have to sneak back in.

ALEX: Any news on Sam's tests?

Sam?

Oh.

Uh, Sam's perfect.

Just perfect.

[giggling]

[humming]

She even took a little walk this afternoon.

Time to open a capsule and see what we can find.

Hopefully it'll be Sammy's brain.

Hold on!

Looks like we're going for a ride!

Huh?

Whoa.

Now, this is what I call one nice dressing room.

Dressing room?

More like some kind of bad guy basement hideout.

MARGIE: Ow!

Ow, you're killing me!

That sounds like Margie.

MARGIE: Stop!

Sorry, Wink, but there'll need no brain sucking

contestants on my watch.

Spies to the rescue!

[screaming]

Hey, what gives?

I still have 15 minutes of shiatsu left.

Wink! BOTH: Oopsie.

[crunching]

Welcome to Wink and Margie's soundproof booth

of doom, ladies.

Wink and Margie?

You mean she's in on this, too?

You got it, dollface.

The only dollface around here is you.

I mean, hello, blue eyeshadow much?

You should respect your elders,

young lady, especially one with an IQ of 192 and growing.

Growing?

So that's what you're doing with the contestants' brains.

Giving them to Margie?

Well, intelligence is not something

you can buy in a store, is it?

Excuse me, but sucking out innocent people's brains

is, like, majorly evil.

Well, evil, sure.

But Winky and I realized you got to bend a few rules

to become rich and famous.

And powerful.

After tonight's battle of the geniuses,

Margie's brain power will be that

of a thousand supercomputers.

We will be unstoppable.

First, rulers of all television.

Then rulers of the world.

Plus, we get 10 million smackaroonies!

That's right, sweet stuff.

Ew!

Ew.

Gross.

Like we aren't being tortured enough already.

Ooh, the show beckons.

Unfortunately, there's not enough oxygen for you to make

it until the first commercial.

Bye-bye, ladies.

Divide and conquer round, geniuses.

I give you the division problem.

You give me the answer to conquer your opponents.

And here we go.

What number equals the year the spirally-grooved rifle barrel

was introduced, divided by 10 to the negative 5th.

50,200,000.

Right again, Margie!

How do you do it?

Get ready to tuck and roll.

Awesome!

How did you--

Old racquetball trickshot.

We'll play sometime.

Now let's get out of here.

OK, players, the category is weird science.

Chromosomes are to pheromones as pizza is to--

ALEX: Sorry, Wink.

Huh?

You've been preempted.

Winky, do something!

Look out!

Whoa.

We've got to ask Jer to buy us a couple of those mics.

Time to take Wink off the air.

We've got to stop them.

Margie's got all of Sam's intelligence

locked up inside that giant beehive head of hers.

Ladies, start your engines.

They're getting away!

Give me a blast from your jet boots.

Too much afterburner.

BOTH: [gasping]

Let's ride, partner!

Time to rope 'em and ride 'em!

Sorry, sis.

Gotta cut you loose.

Got you.

So you girls want to hang around?

All righty, then.

Enjoy the ride!

[girls screaming]

This is definitely not my idea of a fun studio tour.

We have to let go and jet boot.

If we do that, Wink gets away with Sammy's brainpower!

Bingo!

One bad guy going down.

Thanks for playing, Wink and Margie.

Unfortunately, your today's grand prize losers.

[steady beeping]

You're sure this will work, Jer?

Oh, yes.

With Sam and Margie switching capsules,

Margie will be the "Brain Drain" contestant this time.

Hello, Sam?

Are you there?

Clover?

Alex?

What's going on?

She said Clover!

Yay!

Our best friend's back!

Oh, my head.

I gotta lie down.

You'll have plenty of time to rest in prison now.

But there are some ex-contestants

we must visit first.

Tutor damage control time.

Um, hi, Zach.

You know, about the other day at the sushi bar--

Oh, hey, forget it.

It's history.

Besides, I found another tutor.

Another tutor?

That's right, Sammykins.

Zach needs a study buddy with half a brain.

Someone who knows the difference between a hand towel and a hand

roll. Ha!

Buh-bye!

Half a brain is right.

Mandy's about as sharp as a week-old nail file.

It's OK. She can have him.

I mean, really, who wants to go out with a guy who would

fall for Jerry's lame, "look!

A three-headed man on a donkey" trick?

JERRY (ON PHONE): I heard that, ladies.

[laughing]

[theme music]