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[beeping]

[theme music]

[screaming]

Better let them in before they break the doors down.

Guess they should've ordered another truckload

of those new computers.

[screaming]

Come on girls, while we're young.

I've got a schedule to keep.

Easy, Clover, we need to fuel up before we

go power shopping with you.

Extra large double espresso, triple sugar.

That's some serious fueling up.

Right on time.

OK, you guys chill while I go on a few dates.

A few dates?

I thought we were going shopping.

This'll take all day!

No it won't, trust me.

It's called hypersonic dating.

Hyper-what who dating?

It makes speed dating look like a long-term commitment.

ALEX: Huh? - I'll be done in a sec.

So what's your sign?

I'm a Sag.

Uh huh, OK. Thanks.

Uh--

CLOVER: What kind of music do you like?

Um-- CLOVER: Wow, me too.

On a date, would you rather go dancing, rollerblading,

or stay in and watch a movie?

Take your time.

Time's up.

Hmm.

Clover is going to be through a year's worth of guys

before the day is out.

She's going to be through before I'm done with my latte.

That's it.

Let's go shopping.

I hope she doesn't mean hypersonic shopping.

So how'd the dates go?

Great.

Boys number thee, nine, and 14 all get second dates.

I'm going to date all of them for an entire minute

to get to know them better.

So you can have a new boyfriend by lunch.

And break up with him by dinner time.

And make up with him before the mall closes.

Isn't this the best?

Hmm.

[crash]

Ooh, what's that noise?

[yelling]

Ah!

SAM: It's coming right for us!

Now that's what I call power shopping.

That's what I call trashing our mall.

OK, nobody trashes my mall, or out-shops me.

Let's get them!

ALL: Ah!

They just vanished!

Vanished into a tacky purple cloud, I might add.

Did you notice anything about that gadget he used on us?

It was almost an exact copy of the Wintel

9000 Tornado Blast Hairdryer.

I better call Jerry.

OK, either my X- powder isn't working,

or Jerry's not answering.

Hasn't he heard of call waiting?

It's like he's living in the past.

We'll just have to go to WOOHP and see him in person.

Looks like Jerry's giving WOOHP a facelift

and forgot to tell us.

ALEX: Hey, check out the weird new kind of rollerblades.

Alex, that's the old kind.

Jerry must be disguising WOOHP as a roller rink.

CLOVER: See, always living in the past.

Still no answer on the X-Powder.

You think he shut down WOOHP and went on vacation?

Let's find out.

SAM: WOOHP is gone.

The building is gutted.

CLOVER: Do you think Jer could have

moved WOOHP without telling us?

That would mean we're fired!

So instead of firing us in person, he just stops calling?

He is such a boy.

Forget it, Sam, he's not going to answer.

I'm trying to tap into the police network.

Sam, this is no time to file a missing person report.

SAM: This is bigger than just Jerry.

WOOHP is missing, and I bet that disco van and the purple cloud

has something to do with it.

Here it is!

That freaky van has been involved in two robberies,

both at electronic stores.

So they're targeting electronics.

Good.

At least we know where to expect them to hit next.

ALEX: Ah!

Stakeouts are so boring.

I know.

I'll set up some more hypersonic dates.

That'll take longer than the dates themselves.

What's the deal?

My phone is cutting out.

Clover, turn it off!

It's starting again.

[zapping sound]

Get them!

We're supposed to be ready for this!

Well he just came out of nowhere.

ALEX: Look out!

ALL: Ah!

He's going to crash!

Now we're gonna crash!

Sam, hit the brakes!

No, this could be our last chance to find

out what happened to Jerry!

ALL: Ah!

Hey, it's the middle of the day!

And what happened to the brick wall?

What happened to all the stores?

CLOVER: There's that freaky van!

Ask them.

SAM: I'm on it.

You're losing them!

If only we had one of Jerry's gadgets.

Alex, see if there's something in the glove compartment.

Let's see, sunglasses, address book, nope.

Hey, look!

Us with Jerry the at the WOOHP New Year's Eve party.

CLOVER: Oh, you look so cute in that outfit.

And if I could just get my hair to stay that way.

Hello, we need a gadget!

Hey, this hair clip is a tracking device.

You're going to have to get closer.

Hang on.

ALL: Whoa!

Closer!

Hey, keep it steady!

Whoa!

I don't get it, this road should

go right past Beverly High.

There's the school, right there.

Sort of.

It's almost like Beverly High but without a fashion sense.

Yeah, I don't even recognize anybody in all the '70s stuff.

I guess trends change overnight.

Nice outfits, girls.

Waiting for the mother ship to pick you up?

- Mandy? - What?

I'm Phoebe.

But I like that name.

Maybe I'll name my first daughter Mandy.

Stop messing with us, Mandy.

What happened to Beverly Hills, and what

is up with your hippie get-up?

Don't be such a square, man.

Fashion is just a lot of superficial jive.

Here.

I wrote a column about it in the school paper.

Peace!

It's like we're on another planet.

Not another planet, another time.

Check out the date on this paper, it's 1975.

We're in the '70s?

That means no cell phones, or CDs, or personal computers.

It's like pre-historic times.

And all the guys I'm hypersonic dating,

they're not even born yet!

Guys, calm down.

That van must have jumped through some kind

of time portal and we did, too.

That means we can get back to our own century.

But in the mean time, let's not attract any more attention.

How do I look?

CLOVER: Can you say groovy?

Not bad.

Styles may come and go, but I look

fabulous in just about anything

Ooh, I wonder if the X-Powder works on the car.

Hey, it does work.

Jerry makes the best gadgets.

The tracker says the van is this way.

Take a left into this parking lot.

It looks like the time machine is

at a loading dock in the back, so we'll go in the front.

ALEX: What's this?

Too big to be a cell phone.

CLOVER: That's an eight track cassette.

It's like a primitive CD.

This is the phone.

Whoa, Alex, look out!

Alex, are you OK?

ALEX: Get me out of this weird chair!

All these '70s gadgets are just like gadgets.

WOOHP gadgets.

Yeah, they're just slightly ahead of their time.

[tires screeching]

BG: Bro, any of those jive turkeys on the flip side

give you any trouble?

Yo, mellow out, man, everything's out of sight,

all right?

Got enough groovy parts for hundreds of far out gadgets,

and the new time-space fog emitter works

even better than the prototype.

Right on.

Slide me some skin, man.

Right on.

CLOVER: What are they talking about?

There's something creepy about that driver.

I don't know what it is, but he's, he's--

He's Jerry!

CLOVER: But with a really bad '70s look.

Hey, who are these foxy ladies,

and how'd they know my name, eh?

Dig it, they're evil spies from the future.

But don't worry.

Our disco chicks got all the Kung Fu moves.

Unfortunately for you, we're trained in Kung WOOHP.

ALL: Hiya!

Hiya!

Huh?

Time to change the mood, with my mood ring.

No way, Jerry, you're not using a gadget on us.

Yah!

What are you going to do now, Jer,

stop us with lame '70s music?

ALL: Ah!

Jerry, what's going on?

Don't you know us?

Hmm.

Yeah, we're like your best and cutest WOOHP agents.

Actually, since we're in the past,

you should be starting WOOHP right about now.

Look, if you know about the World Organization of Human

Protection, then you must be from the future,

since BG and I haven't started WOOHP yet, man.

BG?

Boogie Gus, the first man of WOOHP, and genius inventor

of time travel.

Yeah, what's with that?

Why are you stealing technology from the future?

To get a jump on you evil-doers, of course.

That was BG's idea, too.

BG: I'll take it from here, man.

Get the van ready, so we can book it out of this time zone.

ALEX: Hey!

Listen, Booger Gus, you may have Jer

conned, but we know he's the one that started WOOHP.

Yeah, and frankly, you don't look smart enough

to invent a time machine.

WOOHP, The World Organization of Harming People,

is my own far out and solid idea.

But you're right, Jerry did invent the time machine,

and I was smart enough to steal it.

I'm from the future, like you, and I worked at WOOHP, too,

as part of the custodial staff.

I snagged the time machine when no one was looking,

and brought it back to the '70s.

Why'd you pick such a lame decade to travel to?

To get to Jerry before he started the real WOOHP.

BG: Foxy and intelligent right on.

Besides, the '70s rule because that's when disco started.

I was the greatest disco dancer ever.

Check it!

I'm back!

Yeah.

I'm all right.

I'm good.

Yeah.

Hmm, a little geeky, but not bad.

So you're bringing disco back to the future?

That is beyond evil.

And beyond tacky.

ALL: Whoa!

BG: And I'll be the only one with Jerry's gadgets.

Um, what's so terrible about a thick, cushy rug?

Other than that yucky color, I mean.

That is the deepest pile shag rug in the world.

Once you're in deep enough, you won't be able to breathe.

Well, gotta boogie.

Maintain, ladies.

See you, wouldn't want to be you.

CLOVER: Ew, we're going to be killed by an ugly carpet?

Would you feel better if we were killed

by one of Jerry's own gadgets?

Jerry's gadgets!

Wait, I picked up his mood ring during the fight!

I've got it here somewhere.

Um--

Hurry, Alex!

Uh, um, I think I've got it!

Now, how does it work?

Ah!

ALL: Ah!

Ah!

[coughing]

Nice work, Alex, but we're still stuck in the past.

BG and Jer must have taken their time machine to the present.

No, wait, this looks like the thingy

that came out of the van.

It must be the prototype time machine

that Jerry was talking about.

Let's hope it's set for the right time

and not the Stone Age.

CLOVER: This might as well be the Stone Age.

Ready?

Let's go!

CLOVER: Oh, no!

We're not still in the '70s, are we?

[screaming]

JERRY: Welcome to Studio WOOHP, foxes.

Oh, no, it's the evil spies.

My mini-nuke mood ring, it's gone!

Oh.

Shouldn't rely so much on your gadgets, Jer.

SAM: Sorry, Jerry, just trying to get your attention.

JERRY: You won't get away with this.

My WOOHP agents will stop you.

CLOVER: Listen, Jer, we are your WOOHP agents.

BG doesn't stand for Boogie Gus, it stands for Bad Guy.

The time machine was your invention in the 21st century,

and BG stole it.

He's tricked you, Jerry.

Look, here's what the press is supposed to look like.

Oh, wow, man, what happened to my hair?

Private party in my DJ booth?

Party's over, disco dud.

Jerry's back on our side now.

BG: He's all yours, now that I have all the boss gadgets.

Check you later!

He's locked us in!

What do you think he meant by check you later?

Jer, quick, tell us you have some gadgets.

Any gadgets.

Well we have these roller skates.

But I don't see how--

Alex, the mini-nuke mood ring

[disco music]

ALL: Hiya!

The spies got out?

Bummer!

Come on, guys, let's send these freaks

back to where they came from!

Hiya!

Let's see you get down tonight!

[screaming]

He's trying to get away!

Alex, stop him!

JERRY: No, wait, I have a better idea.

You're going to stop me.

What are you talking about, Jer?

I'll adjust the time machine to

just before I met Boogie Gus.

Then you can prevent the encounter from ever happening.

CLOVER: Ah!

Oh, out of sight!

Chicks are popping up out of nowhere.

Bummer, man.

Jerry should be right here.

Got you!

Ah!

Can there be two Jer's at once?

Hey, what's happening?

SAM: It looks like WOOHP's back to normal, but where's Jerry?

Also back to normal.

We got the old Jerry back!

Yes, the old Jerry, yes.

Shame I couldn't keep my hair.

The Afro was not a good look for you, Jer.

Okay, just so we're clear, we're in our own time now.

And everything's like it was?

Everything is as it should be.

The time travel project has been discontinued,

or rather, it was never started.

It's all rather complicated.

But what happened to Gus?

As I said, everything is as it should be.

Though I did keep the mini-nuke mood ring.

Rather a charming little gadget, don't you think?

Hurry, dear, I want to get some organic hemp underwear

before they're sold out.

Mom!

Would you start living in the 21st century already?

Nice to see back to normal at the mall.

Even Clover.

Hey, Clover, don't have to be on like 50

dates in the next half hour?

Yeah, what happened to hypersonic dating?

Oh please, that is so five minutes ago.

Ultra slow dating is the way to go now.

I'm spending all week with Eric.

Wow.

When does it start?

It's already started.

Eric is just two hours late.

Two hours?

And you're not mad?

Please, of course not.

There's no need to rush a relationship.

Now, I don't want to be rude, but you know, I'm on a date.

OK.

Well, we'll just go ultra slow shopping, then.

I feel so out of touch.

If I were to go out with a boy, how would I even know

what kind of date we're on?

SAM: I guess we're just a couple old-fashioned girls, Alex.

I can tell sometimes the other girls think I might not

have what it takes to be a spy, because I'm all about fashion

and dating.

But there's more to me than good looks, great clothes,

and totally perfect hair.

Oh sure, Alex with her hiyas all over the place,

and Sam with her computer mega brain

that knows just about everything.

But I'm tough, I'm all sorts of tough.

I just kicked three bad guys' butts,

and I didn't complain once even though I broke two nails.

Two.

Wanna see my muscle?