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[theme music]

I thought today would never end.

Well, all that matters is I'm home now.

And we have the whole night together.

Ah!

What's happening?

I think we're being invaded!

Not unless the invaders are evil party planners.

We're from Bling Jet Enterprises.

Which one of you is Clover?

I am, I am! I'm Clover.

Congratulations, Clover.

You've been selected to fly on the maiden voyage

of Bling Jet, a brand new super chic, super fast airliner.

No way.

You mean I won?

Mm-hmm.

Bling Jet will transport you and a gaggle of

international mega celebrities.

From LA to Paris in the blink of an eye.

Sam, Alex, did you hear that?

I'm going to Paris with a gaggle of

international mega celebrities.

Yeah, we heard.

We're standing right here.

CLOVER: I am so excited.

I don't even care that my hair is a ratted mess.

Soon, I'll be hobnobbing with my peeps, baby.

Right.

Since when is Clover an international mega celebrity?

What's with the tude, girls?

Aren't you happy for me?

Of course we're happy for you.

We're just a little bummed that we didn't win.

Sorry, but you've got to be entered in Bling Jet's

super fabulous contest to win.

Aw.

We did enter Bling Jet's super fabulous contest.

Clover mailed our entries.

Right, Clover?

Hahaha.

Oopsie.

My bad.

Clover!

How could you do that?

Were you trying to sabotage our chances to win?

Of course not.

I was just so excited.

I wanted to make super sure my entry got there,

so I used extra stamps, then there

were none left to mail yours.

Congrats again.

See you this afternoon.

It's OK, Clover.

We'll just take this off your hands.

Yeah, the guilt must be killing you.

No, it's not.

Hands off my ticket.

You heard the stewardess.

Ah!

Give me, give it!

Then we'll draw straws to see who gets to go!

What part of, congratulations, Clover, you're the winner,

didn't you understand?

The part where you forgot to mail our entries.

Speaking of winners, you've been chosen out of thousands

of WOOHP agents to serve as human test subjects

in our latest battery of gadget tests.

Isn't that exciting?

Forget it, Jerry.

Yeah, you can just find someone else to be your gadget

testing guinea pigs.

I was trying to make it sound exciting,

but since that didn't work, your participation is mandatory.

Sorry, no can do.

I've been chosen to ride on the maiden voyage of Bling Jet.

Obviously, my social standing is more important than testing

WOOHP gadgets.

Oh, Clover, I'm so excited for you.

Though I must admit to being a little

jealous that I didn't win.

Wait, you entered the Bling Jet contest?

Of course.

Bling Jet is a technological marvel, the dawn

of a new era in air travel.

Not to mention I used to be quite

the international jetsetter in my youth.

Guess it'll just be the two of you for the gadget testing.

But, but!

Thanks, Jere.

You're the best.

Whoa!

Bon voyage, Clover.

[music]

Free trips, celebs galore, hello!

Could it possibly get any better than this?

Bling Jet also has a nightclub,

five star French restaurant, fully equipped

spa and air-approved landing system

complete with spinning rims.

Can I show you to your seat?

Mm-hmm.

Here we are, 5D.

[gasp]

You mean I'm sitting next to hip

hop sensation Triple Threat?

Oh!

Dan, Stan, and the Man?

You guys are only like the hottest

triplets in pre-packaged music. - Yo.

Yo.

Yo.

Wait until Sam and Alex see this.

Meeting Triple Threat will so make up for forgetting

to mail their entries.

So, what do you girls think of WOOHP's fire ants hotpants,

hmm?

Ouch!

Ow!

Ow!

A big fat four thumbs down.

Please make the burning stop!

Hello?

Hey, Sam, hey Alex.

Just thought you might like to say hi to Triple Threat!

- What's up? - What's up?

What's up?

Clover!

What are you, trying to rub your good fortune in our faces?

Because now is really not the best time.

Ow! Ow!

Please turn off all electronic devices

and prepare for departure.

Um, how do I buckle myself in?

Hmm.

Oh, cool.

Thanks, Dan.

Ahh!

We've reached cruising altitude.

You are now free to move about the cabin

and enjoy Bling Jet's fabulous amenities.

Nature calls, my peeps.

Well, I guess it's just you and me, double threat.

What are we waiting for?

Oh!

Uh, haven't seen the Man in a while.

He's probably in the steam room.

Dry plane air is murder on the follicles.

Ugh, tell me about it.

I'm deep conditioning the minute we land.

Wait, this says we've already passed Paris.

That makes no sense.

Wow, that was super psychic.

What can I do for you, Miss?

Well, I think your GPS system is broken.

It says we've already passed Paris.

That's really more of a question for the captain.

Please follow me.

Captain Hayes, this is Clover, winner

of the Bling Jet contest.

She has a question she'd like to ask.

Our motto at Bing Jet is service

with a million dollar smile.

What can I do for you?

I was just wondering why your onboard computer says we've

already passed Grand Paris.

Because we have.

The flight was going so well, we figured, why end it now?

In fact, we're never going to land.

I'm going to fly the friendly skies with my new celebrity

friends forever and ever.

But I don't understand!

Don't planes need fuel?

Not Bling Jet.

It's hydro-powered, collecting condensation from the clouds.

Then the international airport authority dudes will stop you!

Bling Jet travels faster than the speed of sound,

so it's virtually undetectable by radar.

If you think the celebrities will go along with this,

then you're, you're, you're--

What, crazy?

With all the fabulous amenities on Bling Jet,

the celebrities would have to be crazy to want to leave.

Demented much.

There's no way you're going to get away with this.

Hiyah!

Oof!

Hey, you're pretty strong for an overly coiffed, glorified air

waitress.

Not to mention heavy.

Wait, where'd he go?

Ungh!

Ungh!

There's no point in trying to escape.

Those are diamond coated doors.

Nothing goes in or out unless I say so.

Ow!

Now, please take your seat and prepare for departure.

Hahaha!

Yours, that is!

Do the words, as if, mean anything to you?

Huh?

Whoa.

So that's why you're kidnapping celebrities?

You have one majorly severe case of CWS.

CWS?

Duh, celebrity worship syndrome.

And soon, you'll have one major case

of altitude sickness, when my flight attendant

throws you from the plane.

Get her!

OK, um, I hate to be redundant,

but so not gonna happen.

OK, mega freaky!

Oh, did I forget to mention my flight attendants are robots?

Hwah!

Uh, did I forget to mention I'm an international spy?

You can run, Clover, but you can't hide!

Oh yeah?

Just watch me.

I need some super spy backup.

Time for another call to Sam and Alex.

VOICE: Ohh.

H-- hello?

Mmm!

Mmm!

Mmm!

Da Man?

What have they done to you?

Oh, don't worry.

I'm getting help.

(MUFFLED) Thank you!

The quick stash mustache is designed

to hide whatever you need while on assignment,

no matter the size.

Go ahead, give it a try.

Whoa!

Oh.

Oh, yeah, Jere, this is foolproof.

No one will ever suspect we've got anything hidden in here.

Plus, we're not male, so why exactly

are we wearing mustaches?

[phone ringing]

Allow me.

Oh!

If you called to brag about your fabulous trip, Clover,

you can just forget it!

This isn't a courtesy call.

I'm in some major high altitude trouble.

What's wrong?

Captain Hayes is a celeb napper, with no plans

to land Bling Jet, ever!

And if we don't go along with his plan,

he's going to put us in a creepy dungeon thingy!

[gasp]

CAPTAIN HAYES: Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Ahh!

Alex, Sam, hurry!

Hang in there, Clover!

We're on our way!

Those haven't been tested yet!

GLADIS. - No, Jere.

There's no time for GLADIS.

Besides, what better way to test them than in the field?

You're right.

Good luck, girls.

Ahh! Whoa!

Whoa!

These nuclear powered propeller caps are making me dizzy.

If I wasn't so scared, this might

actually be fun, except for the part where we look like geeks.

Oh no, I think I'm running out of juice!

Ahh!

Hang on, Alex, I'm coming.

If only I could figure out how to control this thing.

Thanks, Sam.

I had visions of being a spy pancake.

We'd better hurry.

Who knows how much juice I've got left.

How are we going to get inside?

If we open the door, it could depressurize the entire cabin.

We could go in through there.

Isn't that the toilet exhaust?

Desperate times call for desperate measures,

which brings us to experimental gadget number two.

Uhh?

A metal mashing boxing glove.

Ha!

Cool, and gross.

I can't believe we just crawled through the toilet exhaust.

At least it's self-cleaning.

Ah, Sam, Alex!

I knew you'd come.

I'd totally hug you, but you know.

Ew.

Ah!

Get me out of here!

Gwah!

Whoa!

Ahh!

Clover one, freaky robots, none.

Batter up!

Hwah!

Ahh!

Great work, spies.

Now grab their tacky uniforms and follow me.

Did you eliminate the girl?

If by "the girl," you mean Clover, then no, because I'm

standing right here.

I'd love to stay and chat, but I really have to jet.

Huh? So that's how he does it.

CAPTAIN HAYES: Pretty cool trick, huh?

He's locked us in from the outside.

CAPTAIN HAYES: I've also programmed

the computer to begin dropping the pressure

inside the cockpit.

Sleep tight, ladies.

Ohh!

Nice to see you.

Enjoying your flight?

You look marvelous.

Excuse me, Captain.

I was just wondering when we'll reach Paris?

Yes, I'm expected at the theater at 8:00.

Soon, very soon.

Now relax and enjoy the flight.

After all, the journey is the destination, right?

Haha.

Why don't I have my flight crew bring around

some low fat pistachio fro-yo?

Hmm?

Oh, yeah!

That sounds wonderful, baby!

Yummers times two!

Yummers times two.

I haven't felt this nauseous since Mandy

wore a tube top to Algebra.

With the cockpit pressure dropping,

we won't stay conscious much longer.

Then we better call for reinforcements.

Good idea, I'll dial Jerry.

Forget Jerry.

We need to alert the other passengers.

Haha.

Hola, mega celebs.

This is Clover from 5D.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Captain Hayes has no intention of landing in Paris.

He wants you to live aboard Bling Jet

as his own personal menagerie.

Huh?!

Freaky weird, huh?

Feel free to be incensed, and angry.

And BTW, he's trapped me and my girls in the cockpit

with little breathable air.

So if you could give us a hand, it'd be way appreciated.

Over and out.

Who do you think you are?

You'll never get away with this.

You crazy, man.

DA MAN: You ain't never gonna get away with this, man.

Never. - You want insane?

I'll give you insane.

I've just increased Bling Jet's speed to a nutty one million

per hour.

A velocity so intense that it will reverse

the rotation of the Earth.

I will go backward on Earth, erasing your fame

and fortune in the process.

Hahahaha!

Ohh!

Get him!

Let's get him!

My flight crew will be happy to assist you with all

your in-flight needs, later.

[gasp]

Looks like Clover's operation celebrity pep rally failed.

What do we do now?

I don't know, but we better do it pronto.

I'm fading faster than a store-bought tan.

Experimental gadget number three, don't fail us now.

How is playing rock the cradle going to help

our lame oxygen sitch, Sam?

It's not.

While you two figure out a way to restore cabin pressure,

I'm going to slow down the plane.

Another mission, another bad hair day.

OK, I'm no international jetsetter,

but shouldn't there be oxygen masks dropping from the ceiling

by now?

The captain must have jammed them with his totally annoying,

totally cyber-lame remote of his.

Then we just have to unjam them.

Who knew my in-flight mani would come in so handy?

Nice work, clover.

Now, all we have to do is increase the oxygen flow.

No prob.

[breathing]

Whoa!

Ahh!

Ohh!

Ahh!

Oh, maybe using an experimental gadget

wasn't such a good idea.

Guess this is one way to get rid of wrinkles, not

that I have any.

Forget about your face, Clover!

Ungh!

Ungh!

We need to help Sam!

Now grab onto me, and don't let go!

Right.

Ungh!

Ungh!

Sammy!

Alex!

Help!

No worries, I'm on it.

Whoa!

Oops, not on it.

Wah!

Sorry, girls.

I was so concerned with slowing the plane down,

I kind of forgot to think about the landing.

Well, you better think about it now,

because we're coming in fast.

Chillax, girls.

Our ride is fully loaded.

CAPTAIN HAYES: Back away from the console!

There's no way I'm letting some wannabe ruin my destiny.

The only wannabe I see is you, as in, you

might wanna be running, because you're about to get your butt

kicked.

Ungh!

Hey, hey!

Hiya!

Now, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted,

say hello to Bling Jet's air-approved landing system.

Now that's what I call blingtastic.

Nice job, ladies.

I'll see you back on solid ground.

And thanks for flying with us.

I've always wanted to say that. - Buh-bye.

And please remember, if you're going to sue, sue him, not us.

We're the good guys.

Bye, Triple Threat.

Yo.

Yo.

Yo.

And remember, I'm available for any of your casting needs.

I'll have my agent send you a headshot.

Oh, that reminds me.

Just thought this would make up for forgetting

to mail your entries.

Ooh!

Dan, Stan, and Da Man!

I'll cherish this always.

Yo, yo yo!

Hahaha!

Being a celeb is like, so not what it's cracked up to be.

People are always all over you, wanting

autographs, pictures, hair.

And like, privacy is totally a thing of the past.

I mean, hello.

Try scratching your nose without a hundred

paparazzi snapping away at you.

No thank you.

I mean, unless of course, someone out there

wants to do a show about me, or something.

You know, like being a super cool spy.

Just needs a name.

Ooh, ooh, I know!

Totally Clover.