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[music playing]

[theme - moonbaby, "here we go"]

THEME SONG: Here we go again.

We're 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.

Get on with the show.

Here we go, here we go, here we go.

No, no, no.

Every dress you have went out of style weeks ago.

I want something new.

Hm.

Well, I do have one more dress in stock,

though I'm not supposed to sell it until tomorrow.

Oh.

The designer is Mystique, someone

so fashionable that his or her true identity has

been kept completely secret.

Mm, mysterious.

Oh, I'll take it.

[screams]

Tomorrow on Fashion Network, Mystique's true identity

will finally be revealed during a gala fashion event.

Oh, it's so exciting.

Who do you Think it is?

I bet it's Calvin.

Or Tommy, or Georgio?

There's only one way to find out for sure, ladies.

Just ask Tyresius, your personal psychic pal.

Hi, there, I'm Clover.

And I'm Alex.

And I'm Sam, and you're a fake.

Oh, I see we have a nonbeliever.

Everybody knows psychics aren't real,

especially not mall psychics.

Now, how can you say that unless you've

tried it for yourself.

Come on, the first reading's free.

Change is coming soon.

You will increase in wealth, meet a tall, dark stranger,

then take an unexpected trip.

Whatever.

Come on, girls.

Bye, Tyresius.

So do you want to go to the dance?

Can you believe that guy, like anyone can

actually predict the future.

Hey, Each I'm rich.

Ow.

Pardon me, pretty lady.

Oh.

Wow, Check out Mr. tall, dark, and--

Stranger.

[screams]

That was incredible.

Really?

Made me kind of sick.

No, not that.

Tyresius was right.

Everything he said came true.

I increased in wealth, bumped into a tall, dark stranger,

and took an unexpected trip to WOOHP.

And now that you're here, I have troubling news.

Helga Von Guggen has escaped from prison.

The crazy fashion designer who tried

to turn people into fur coats?

The one and only.

Ew, I hate her.

I'm sure you do.

It's imperative that we capture her as soon as possible.

Yeah, I doubt she busted out of prison just

to get some fresh air.

She must be planning something new.

And I need you three to find out what.

Ew.

It's here oogly googly little sidekick, Trode.

And it looks like he's gotten ooglier.

Let's move on to the gadgets, shall we?

Today we have the crime scene scanner watch, laser lipsticks,

the hair pick lock pick, and as speed is vital--

Oh.

[gasps]

Whoa.

Cool.

--you'll be traveling on Super Cycles.

- Yeah. - All right.

Let's roll.

Ow.

Oops.

Do keep in mind they're voice activated.

You've got more of those, right?

[screams]

Helga the janitor was last seen entering this restaurant.

Hey, I think I found her disguise.

She changed into here?

Nast.

Yeah, and since I really don't want to touch anything,

it's time for a scan.

Find anything that will lead us to Helga?

No, but there's enough bacteria to guarantee I'm

ever eating at this restaurant.

Looks like we're going to have to do

this the old fashioned way.

Or maybe there's something else in our future.

Psychic Pal Hotline, if it's answers you're seeking,

it's predictions I'm speaking.

Tyresius?

It's Sam.

Everything you said totally came true.

It did?

I mean, of course it did.

Well, now I've got a little mystery on my hands,

and I wonder if you could--

Silence.

The answers you seek lie within.

The answers I seek lie within.

Lie within?

Oh.

OK, shouldn't we be relying on our spy skills

instead of Sam's psychic pal?

Answers lie within?

A hidden pocket.

A clue.

Industrial warehouses, 614 Hayden Boulevard.

That must be where Helga went.

Tyresius, you're incredible.

So is this Helga's hideout?

That's what we're here to find out.

Sam, are you coming?

I'm going to get married in Florence?

That is so romantic.

Sam.

Oh, hold on Tyresius.

In a minute.

So tell me about my hubby.

Will he be a sensitive intellectual

who reads Shakespeare and cares about the environment?

I'm so wishing her psychic pal didn't have a hotline.

We're in.

Me, president?

Get out.

She'll call you later.

If this is Helga's hideout, this computer should

tell us what she's up to.

No way.

What?

Did you uncover Helga's diabolical plan?

Uh-uh, because this isn't Helga's computer, and it's not

her hideout either.

This is the storage facility for the Beverly Hills Mall.

It's where they keep all the new items--

Before they arrive in stores.

All the cutest clothes.

All the hottest designers.

It's like we've died and gone to Paris.

Sorry we got cut off, Tyresius.

So what's the latest?

You will, uh, find something everyone wants and then get

really tight with your friends.

Oh, come on.

We'll be the first ones to try them on ever.

No way.

It's Mystique, clothes, accessories, the entire line.

Oh, right again, Tyresius.

I'll call you soon.

Got to go get tight with my friends.

Wow.

I just love my job.

Oh, did you say something, darling?

I am so fashionable, I could not even here you.

Is it me, or is this boa a little clingy?

Come on.

My feet aren't that big.

OK, this is more tight than I want to get.

If we're stuck in these clothes,

how are we going to find out Helga's plan?

It's Trode.

The last shipment is in position.

Excellent.

Return to base.

If Trode is delivering Mystique close, then--

The mystery designer Mystique is none

other than Helga Von Gauguin.

And instead of uncovering her evil plan,

I think we're wearing it.

Lousy drivers.

Watch the road.

We don't want Trode to see us until he's led us to Helga.

And if I'm saying something, you know your driving's bad.

Yeah, easy for you to say.

OK, I can barely see, and we're

not even going super fast.

Well, whoopee.

Looks like I've got some spies to smoosh.

Stop.

stop.

Do you think he saw us?

Go, go.

I can't see.

Me neither.

Do you trust me?

No.

Well, you're going to have to.

Left.

Right.

Right.

Left.

Left.

Alex.

I'm sorry.

[shouting]

Stop.

Quick, run.

[laughing]

Just like old times, eh?

Oh, this hat's giving me a major migraine.

At least you can breathe.

I know these clothes just came out,

but I'm already sick of them.

Everybody's a critic.

But what do you know?

You're nobodies.

I'm the Queen of a fashion empire.

Reality check, Von Guggenwear went out of style in '94.

And my empire crumbled.

My fickle, fad-following fans cast me aside like a pair

of '80s shoulder pads.

And now, the fashion world that betrayed me

shall at last suffer my revenge.

Getting everybody stuck in uncomfortable pantsuits,

that's your revenge?

That is only phase one.

The mystique line was just released this morning.

It's already flying off the racks in Beverly Hills.

And I believe you've learned the hard way that

my clothes cannot be removed.

Soon, everybody who's anybody will

be trapped in my creations.

And as I reveal my identity on the fashion network,

I will activate phase two.

Ew, you're launching a line of tacky jewelry too?

Actually, I had something a bit more lethal in mind.

With a push of a button, every last piece of mystique

will tighten until the person inside is tragically hip.

And I thought denim was binding.

You poor girls must be crushed, literally.

And you soon will be along with everyone else wearing Mystique.

Well, kisses.

I'm off to my coming out party.

Enjoy the show.

If I never get out of these clothes, so help me,

I'm buying a muumuu.

Hello.

This is Jan Livers with the Fashion Network,

and I am so excited.

And we are just minutes away from finding out

the answer to the question on everybody's mind.

Who is Mystique.

Even I don't know, and I work here.

But I love these gloves.

I can't take them off.

No, seriously, has anyone else noticed this?

If we don't get out of here soon,

there's going to be a serious fashion disaster.

Tell that to him.

You ain't getting away this time, girls.

I got the hair pick, Sam.

I think I can unlock your hands.

Wait, if Trode sees you, he's trip the alarm.

We need a diversion.

Excuse me, but could I get a different hat?

See, fashion-wise, this hat is a summer.

And complexion-wise, I'm like a late fall.

And you're about to be a dead of winter.

So shut up, or you'll be wearing this hat in your mouth.

Clover, now.

You will pay for that.

Hey, get that off of me.

Looks like Trode's tied up.

Come on.

Maybe we can slip out quietly.

[alarm ringing]

Stop them.

Help.

Go.

And now, the moment we've all been waiting for.

Let's see who Mystique really is.

Oh, Mystique, are you there?

[gasps]

Guess who?

[interposing voices]

Oh, Helga Von Gaugin.

You're crazy.

I swore I'd never wear your designs again

after that fur coat thing.

Quick, everybody, take off your clothes.

I think you'll find that's quite impossible.

And now that you're all wearing my designs again,

you can wear them to the grave.

No.

Fashion Police, and you're under arrest.

Destroy them.

Oh, oh, a fight.

Our ratings again are huge.

[grunt]

Welcome to my world.

I know they're evil and they really hurt,

but these shoes are growing on me.

Here's a prediction for you.

Take that and a side of fries.

Helga.

Revenge never goes out of style.

No.

[screams]

It's very slimming, actually.

Herbal tea?

Help.

Steam, it gets our wrinkles.

Oh.

And since Helga's evil clothes are basically super wrinkly--

All we have to do is blow off some steam.

Yeah.

Cool.

Oh, I'm saved.

Thank goodness, I-- ruined, my hair is ruined.

Go to commercial!

Go to commercial!

[static crackling]

[siren wailing]

These guys are going to be all the rage.

In jail.

And after you negotiate the treaty for world peace,

you'll win the gold medal in Olympic figure skating.

Really? and then what?

Oh, sorry, Sam.

My psychic powers are all tapped out.

See you in the future.

Oh, I can't wait to find out more.

My life is going to be amazing.

Are you sure Tyresius is for real?

Just because he made a few lucky guesses

doesn't make him a psychic.

How could you say a thing?

Tyresius is--

--also working at Balloon World.

Tyresius is really Tony?

And Tony is really a big faker.

Oh, wait, wait.

I'm getting a prediction.

Sam's psychic pal is going to lose his best customer.

[laughing]

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