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[beeping noise]

[theme music]

[explosion noise]

[music playing]

MISSION CONTROL: Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one, zero.

Huh?

The computers are malfunctioning.

ASTRONAUT: Help, [inaudible].

We're out of control.

I--

Wha?

I can't control it.

[acoustic guitar music]

ALL: One, two, three.

[gasp] Ah!

This is so rad.

I can't believe it's all ours.

How cool is it that our parents

are letting us live together while they're in Europe?

Mega cool.

And speaking of cool, this neighborhood rocks.

Yeah, I bet we live next to pop stars.

Or movie stars.

Or better yet, fashion designers.

We are going to have the best time ever.

(UNISON) Friends forever.

Uh, you've got to scope out the beauty

parlor in the bathroom.

You got to see the pool and jacuzzi.

SAM: [gasp] You have to see this amazing view.

ALEX: Wow.

[gasp]

(UNISON) Dibs. [laughter]

Awesome.

I said it first.

[screams]

Give it up, girls.

This room is exactly what I need for my precious collection

of designer apparel.

This room practically screams Clover.

Sorry, Clo, your clothes won't fit when

my desk and library are set up.

Hello, I totally need the space to practice my taekwondo.

Ah, yah, oo, uh, hiyah!

Hiyah nothing.

My clothes need a home, and this is it.

But I'm the one who spends the most time in my room studying.

Hmm.

[gasp] All right, enough.

We'll settle this like civilized friends

and pick names from a hat.

Alex, you pick.

Clover.

Yes.

You guys can totally come visit the room anytime you want.

Well, I guess fair is fa--

Hey, wait a minute.

Civilized friends, huh?

All the names in the hat say, "Clover."

[gasp]

ALL: Ugh.

[screaming] Whoa.

You're not the only one with clothes.

Yeah, Clover.

And you're not the only one with homework, Sam.

I have clothes and homework and taekwondo.

Hmm?

ALEX: Hiyah

While I appreciate the importance

of this intellectually stimulating debate,

strange activity occurring at the International Space

Organization takes precedence.

Hmm.

Whoa.

Hey, Jer, welcome to the 21st century.

ALEX: Yeah, awesome redo.

Your office looks really cool now.

Glad you like it.

Yeah.

Now if we could only get him to wear clothes that match.

If you're quite finished, aside

from your upgraded 7.09X powder jet pack and bungee belt.

ALEX: Heh.

CLOVER: Uh.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Release me immediately.

Who said that?

What, not who.

Gadget Lending and Distribution Interactive System,

also known as G.L.A.D.I.S.

G.L.A.D.I.S.?

Oh, yes, my computerized assistant.

I created it myself.

Hm Hm.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: So he believes.

What do you need an assistant for?

We do all the work.

I assure you I am quite busy all day long.

This is way cool, Jerry.

Thank--

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Thank you.

Huh?

A word of caution.

G.L.A.D.I.S. Seems to be developing a mind of her own.

Machines don't have minds, Jerry.

They're incapable of thought, feelings, or-- uh--

JERRY: Huh.

--aggression.

Moving right along, on this mission, Alex,

you'll have the scanner biolab watch.

Huh?

[laughter] It tickles.

Huh?

JERRY: Sam, you'll be assigned the wind tunnel 9000

laser tornado blast hair dryer.

Clover, you'll have the sonic disintegrator boom box.

Uh, Jer, your G.L.A.D.I.S. seems to be a bit buggy.

Hmm?

I said, the sonic disintegrator boom box, G.L.A.D.I.S.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Negative.

Don't negative me.

I wired you.

I can unwire you.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Double negative.

I hardwired myself into the mainframe.

Wow, she, I mean it, does have a mind of its own.

G.L.A.D.I.S. knows best.

You'll also have a super range, biodegradable spit ball

tracker.

[gasp]

Your saliva activates the tracking mechanism,

but it only lasts an hour, so you have to be quick about it.

And it has a bit of an aftertaste.

And I don't want to hear any ifs, ands, or buts.

Finally, I trust you'll appreciate the newest plug-in.

Uh, no way.

Way.

(UNISON) Ah!

Wow.

Awesome.

[gasp]

[laughter] Ah.

Cool.

Now.

Ah!

[screaming]

Huh?

Whoa!

OK, I just got here and I already,

uh, totally hate this mission.

[screaming]

Whatever this weird forcefield is,

it's throwing everything out of whack.

Roger that.

My controls are fried.

Ah!

Reverse thrusters.

Ah!

Waah.

Hang on, Alex.

Grr.

Uh.

Oh.

OK, that didn't work.

Guess I need to kick into turbocharge

to pull the shuttle free.

Hit it.

Whoa!

Ah!

Help!

Ah!

Ah, uh.

[siren sound]

ALL: [scream]

We went through all of that, and the force field was

just about to disappear anyway?

Not so fast.

[birds chirping]

Ah, thank you, girls.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, that was-- - Huh?

--that was amazing.

Thanks very much.

SAM: Huh?

CLOVER: Mm.

[grunt]

Someone stole our self-launchable satellite.

(UNISON) Huh?

I think we just fell for the old distraction trick.

And with no sign of any clues either.

I guess we wait for Jerry's analysis of the substance

we collected.

[tires skidding]

Scissors, paper, rock.

You'll just cheat again.

How can you cheat at scissors-paper-rock?

You'll find a way.

Uh, well, then what do you suggest?

I suggest we focus on the mission.

How can you think of the mission

during a time of major personal crisis?

MAIZIE: Aha, don't you need a special license

to wear clothes that ugly?

Hold that lame comeback.

Something just came up.

Ah!

ALL: Wah!

Now, what were you about to-- huh?

Jerry!

I trust you weren't in the middle of anything urgent.

Only the most important decision of our lives.

Good, then it can wait.

That sample you provided is an anti-gravity formula

the International Space Organization was

working on back in the '80s.

You whooped us just to tell us that?

X-powder, hello, Jer.

We're just the press of a button away.

Wait a minute, I read about that.

The research ended when the astronaut running the program

never returned from a mission. - Precisely.

And no one else could decipher his exact formula.

Uh, X-powder still a viable option.

Can I get the formula? I'd like to work on it.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Red alert in sector four, Jerry.

There's another theft in progress in a laboratory

that makes guidance systems.

ALEX: But look, all these codes, they're laser points.

Whoever it is hasn't even tripped

the motion detection alarm.

How is that possible?

Let me know when you find out.

Wait, we still need to know who should get the bigger room.

Well, that's simple.

CLOVER: Who?

Whooo?

[birds chirping]

ALEX: [grunt]

Sort of makes a sneak attack impossible.

One false move and our presence is revealed.

So how'd the thief get past?

is not the time for grooming, Clover.

OK, first of all, there's never

a bad time for proper grooming.

And second, we'll just use the mirror to deflect the beams

away and clear a path.

That's a great idea.

[laser buzzing]

OK, bad idea.

I can't believe my mirror failed me.

Stand back.

I have an idea.

Heeyah!

Oo, wha, ah, heeyah.

Ooh, uh, ah, yah.

I was thinking maybe we could do something like that.

(UNISON) [gasp] Huh, ah, uh, ah, uh.

Huh?

Total launchpad deja vu.

What?

Uh.

CLOVER: That's probably how the thief got past the beams.

He floated.

Huh, he's not floating now.

Grr.

Not so fast, gravity boy.

[grunt]

Whoa.

Oh.

Bleh.

Ah.

Ah.

Uh.

Go, go, go.

Yes.

Come on, come on.

I think I have the formula deciphered.

I might be able to reverse the polarity.

[gasp]

Alex, behind you.

[gasp]

Uh, gotcha.

No, it's got us.

I'm too young to be diced like a tomato.

I knew I should have stuck with the swim team.

OK, getting an unwanted haircut right now.

[grunting]

OK Sammy, how's that reversed polar bear thingy coming?

Polarity.

And let's just say I'm open to a backup plan.

Hmm, slingshot?

Ah.

Uh.

Ah.

(UNISON) One, two three.

Whoa!

Ah!

If I knew I was going to be black to blue,

I would have accessorized differently.

Too bad we lost him.

We didn't.

I hit him with the spitball.

[gasp] He's here.

He's right next to us.

Oh, yeah, I also swallowed one.

SAM: You're interfering with the signal.

I can't track two at a time.

What do you want me to do?

Try eating a bran muffin.

Hey, Jerry was right.

It doesn't last long.

Perfect.

Now we can concentrate on--

ugh.

So he's over there somewhere.

We'll find him.

How hard could it be?

Trigonometry hard.

Pass up a shoe sale hard.

Why would someone want to bring a satellite and guidance

system way out here anyway?

CLOVER: It must be majorly important

like better phone reception or more cable channels.

(UNISON) Woah.

Oh.

SAM: Somehow, Clover, I think he's more

than a disgruntled consumer.

ALEX: Hey, look.

That could something.

CLOVER: Woah.

Yeah, sweet digs.

Ah, great.

You and Sam can stay here, and I'll

take the big bedroom back home.

[laughter]

Huh?

Uh, nice hair.

No wonder he's hiding underground.

Nah nah, nah nah, blah blah, astronaut

Major Snell who was head of the anti-gravity program and--

MAJOR SNELL: Disappeared during a mission,

never to be seen again.

Blah, blah, blah.

[suspenseful music playing]

Wah!

Oo!

Huh!

Hiyah!

Ah.

Uh oh.

Wah.

- Ah. - Oh.

Uh.

Ay.

Huh.

CLOVER: Ah.

MAJOR SNELL: Ay.

Woah.

Ah.

Woah.

[laughter]

Uh.

Huh?

Haha!

Ah!

Oopsy.

Almost got carried away.

Literally.

MAJOR SNELL: You can't stop me.

Soon the world will know what I went through when

they abandoned me in space.

But you're back now.

Everything's OK.

The only thing that kept me going

was the thought of revenge.

Give it up, major freak.

It's three against one, and let's face it.

Haha!

(SPIES IN UNISON)

[screams]

Good one, Clover.

Taunt the guy with the anti-gravity device.

MAJOR SNELL: Haha!

Think about what you're doing.

I am.

I was alone for 20 years, 20 years floating.

All right, we get it.

Floating, helpless-- jeez, get a new act.

It's just that sort of attitude that made me this way.

I don't suppose you offer frequent flyer miles.

You won't need them because you're not coming back.

This self-launching satellite will

send my anti-gravity machine into orbit around the Earth

and blast the entire population with anti-gravity.

[laughter] Happy floating!

[maniacal laughter]

[explosion]

[suspenseful music]

I can't reach.

[screaming]

BOTH: Sam!

How are we going to stop the satellite?

SAM: There's got to be some sort of computer on this thing.

He had to program a destination, right?

We just have to re-program it.

Right.

You guys get that major pain in the butt.

I've got this covered.

Without gravity, my hair will never look good again,

and that's unacceptable.

[suspenseful music]

[gasp]

[screaming]

Hmm, I don't know about this G.L.A.D.I.S.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: It look fabulous.

Huh?

Oh.

[screaming]

What's going on?

What's going on?

What is going on?

[suspenseful music]

(UNISON) Oh.

ALEX: Get him.

SAM: Come on.

Yahee.

[screaming]

CLOVER: Uh.

Oh.

Eh.

Woah.

Uh.

[gasp] No!

Bring it on, space cadet.

I've had some practice myself.

I've been expecting you.

Mm.

Oh.

Wah!

Woah.

Uh.

Woohoo!

Anti-gravity rocks.

Hah! Uh.

- [laughter] - All right.

All right.

What good is revenge if people enjoy it?

Have a little taste of defeat, major loser.

[laughter] Adios, amigos.

SAM: Ah, one space trip a day is enough for me, thank you.

(UNISON) Woah.

[crash sound]

Aha, physics 101, gravity.

I can't wait to tell know-it-all G.L.A.D.I.S.

we didn't need the laser nail file after all.

- Ow. - Huh?

I broke a nail.

Aww.

Are you sure?

You deserve it.

After saving the world and our lives,

it's the least we can give you.

(UNISON) [laughter] Friends forever.

OK, got to unpack.

Score.

The best bedroom in all of Beverly Hills, and no one

deserves it more than I do.

I wonder if the view is just as great.

Ah!

Ah!

Maizie!

Clover!

Oh, guys, guys, really, it's not

fair that I get the best room.

Really, who wants to trade?

Guy?

Guys?

OK, it's like the ultimate, coolest thing in the world

that our parents are letting us live together while they're

on vacation and all, but it, it's just, well, you know,

Clover and Alex are like my total best

friends in the whole universe.

And I mean, what if we don't get along as roomies?

What if Alex leaves the empty milk carton

in the fridge or Clover totally uses all the fabric

softener in one load?

Well, what--

ALEX: Who left their wet towel on the floor?

Oopsy.

I gotta go.