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[beeping]

[theme music]

[explosion]

CLOVER: OK, in case you, like, completely flaked,

here's a little update.

So one sec, we're just these normal high school girls,

slash, spies, the next sec, Jer tells us

that we're being promoted to regular high school

girls, slash, super spies, and being

sent to a totally tricked out, totally

top secret training facility.

Pretty amazing, right?

Wrong.

Besides the part where we meet a fellow spy hottie named Dean

and got to hang with some cool virtual WOOHP instructors,

the experience pretty much reeked.

Not only were we viciously attacked by an angry ballroom,

but our host Terrence turned out to be a big-time baddie.

He totally captured Dean and stuck him

in some weird, gel cage thingy, then

asked us to eliminate Jerry and retrieve some grossy microchip

he keeps hidden on his body.

All I can say is, rude much.

[helicopter whirring]

I'm switching to autopilot.

Get ready to shoot, girls.

OK, jump on 3.

Wait.

Are we counting up or down?

Up.

Down.

Forget counting, just bail.

Whoa!

[snap]

[scream]

Alex!

Help!

Hang on.

We'll be right there.

Gotcha.

Phew, nice save.

For a second there, I thought my super spy career was

gonna end in early retirement.

[gasp]

Whoa.

Uh, nobody's safe yet, Alex.

Grab on.

Whoa!

[grunt]

Thanks for the ride.

That was fun.

Yeah, fun for one of us.

Gonna take a week of serious Pilates to realign my spine.

OK, girls, enough chit chat.

If we wanna ditch Terrence, find Jerry, and save Dean,

we're gonna need a plan.

Not gonna be much of a planning

session with that mega loser Terry watching our every move.

TERRENCE (ON SPEAKER): The only name-calling

should be from Jerry, right before his demise.

So, ladies, please, less ruminating, more eliminating,

or old Terrence will begin the process of elimination

with your chum, Dean.

[whimper]

DEAN (ON SPEAKER): Please, help me.

[gasp]

Looks like our planning session is officially trashed.

Hm.

Speaking of trash, come on.

Uh--

Wait, where are you going?

Terrence doesn't like surprises.

[grunt]

Way to buy us some time, Sam.

Eww, yeah, great idea if you have no sense of smell.

Sorry, Clover, but desperate times

call for desperate measures.

Now let's figure out how to get Terrence off our backs.

If only we had a useful gadget instead

of these lame hologram lockets, then we could bust a move.

Maybe they're not so lame.

I can try and rig them to project our images

so Terry will think we're on a search

and destroy mission for Jerry.

But really, we'll sneak up and search for Jerry,

and tell him what's really up with Terry.

Exactly.

Uh, run that by me again.

It's the old bait and switch, Alex.

And FYI, it's brilliant.

In that case, I say we go for it.

Three hologram diversions, coming right up.

Hm.

Clover, Alex, and Sam, meet Clover, Alex, and Sam.

Oh, check it out. I'm even hotter as a hologram.

[gasp]

I wish I could say the same.

What's wrong, Sammy?

Me.

I'm so bleh.

Please, since when did you care about looks?

Since right now.

I am a total plain Jane.

Ugh, this really isn't the time

for discovering vanity, Sam.

We need to interrupt Terrence's regularly scheduled

programming, remember?

Yeah, and I've got an idea.

[clattering]

Ah.

Let's go.

[grumble]

Put down those umbrellas, mates.

Terrence is trying to find his spies.

Hm?

Well, yeah, of course.

Oh, there they are.

Patience, Terrence, patience.

Hm, oh, too conservative.

Mm, not conservative enough.

Look, there's Jerry.

[ding]

Hm?

[scream]

Take my wallet!

It's in my pocket.

Cool.

Shopping money. - Clover!

Clover?

Girls, what are you doing here?

But why aren't you at the WOOHP facility

training for your promotion?

If you took time out for shopping,

rest assured, you'll be fired.

Ugh, fine by us, 'cause so far,

our big promotion has been nothing but a big fat fiasco,

extra whip.

Jerry, something's gone wrong.

That training facility turned into a torture facility,

and they've got Dean trapped in a lucite cell.

And that whacked out host Terrence,

who was supposed to be taking care of us,

wants us to take care of you.

And by "take care," he means eliminate.

Terrence?

I don't believe it.

I take it you know this dude.

Let's just say he's a person from my past.

Well, this person from your past wants you presently gone.

And he wants us to get some microchip from you.

Oh, my, this is serious.

I suggest we go to my home office at once.

You girls strapped in?

More like wedged in.

[pop]

[tires screeching]

[beeping]

Pardon the mess, ladies, but I wasn't expecting company.

Cassette tapes?

Neon?

Wow, Jer, this place is like a total '80s museum.

Uh--

[gasp]

Geez, Jer, for such a teched out guy at work,

you really live in the past at home.

Speaking of the past, who's the other kid in this picture?

That is my twin brother.

[gasp]

Hello?

Secretive much.

Yeah.

Since when do you have a twin?

Duh, since birth.

Even I know that one.

OK, girls, time to focus.

We've got business at hand.

Our only hope is to trick Terrence

into believing I really did perish

by staging an elaborate and convincing attack on me,

an attack which will require masterful acting

performances by each of you.

CLOVER: Cool.

A cushioned whooping?

[grumble]

Blah, blah, blah, enough chit chat.

Move it, or Terrence will lose it.

This plan rocks.

Totally.

Only, won't the part where we pretend to knock you off

the bridge really knock you off the bridge?

I will have a bungee cable discreetly connected

to my ankle.

As for the hidden microchip Terrence requested--

[peel]

Eww!

Gross.

I'll replace the real microchip with a decoy.

Like so.

CLOVER: OK, eww.

What's the deal with that thing anyway?

There'll be plenty of time for explanations later, I hope.

Just be sure to rip off the birthmark during the chase.

Lucky me.

And give Terrence the decoy chip when you head

back to the training facility.

When will we see you again?

I'll join you at the facility, where we will

defeat Terrence and save Dean.

Works for us, Jer.

Let's go, spies.

Not without gadgets, you don't.

Oh.

Talk about a stocked fridge.

Molecule-separating hairspray.

Perfect.

I could use a change in hairstyle.

I wouldn't place that near your head.

It'll change more than your hairstyle.

A not so joyful joy buzzer.

How ironic.

Sonar celly with antenna drill.

Cool.

Oh!

I mean, ouch.

Better antenna down before putting it in my pocket.

And for me, a laser ascot pin.

And of course, ex-powders.

I always keep spares at home.

Yes.

Now I can try some new not-so-plain-Jane looks.

Well?

You look like a couch.

Ow!

Agreed.

Now let's go, before Terrence discovers your little trick.

I think I've learned something with--

I see their trick-- they're trying to drive Terrence crazy.

Perhaps you'll move if I eliminate

your dear friend Dean.

--normal, healthy, in fact, to just roll out

of bed and relax into the day.

Goodbye, ugly halo spies.

[beep]

[grumble]

Hello, real spies.

Come on, girls, let's do this.

That got their attention.

[whirring]

[whistling]

What a perfect day for a leisurely stroll.

[rip]

I've seen fake moles, but fake birthmarks?

Alex, what is the meaning of this?

For you, big trouble.

Pardon me?

Sorry, Jer, but I've got no choice.

I'm taking this microchip, and I'm taking you out.

And I don't mean for sushi.

Alex, you can't do this.

I wish I couldn't, but yeah, I can.

[grunting]

[panting]

Then so can I.

Whoa!

Pretty good for an old guy, but good

isn't good enough. good enough.

[whack]

I have taught you well.

Sorry, teach, but school's out.

Not until I say so.

Hiya! [whack]

Whoa!

[grumble]

OK, class dismissed.

[whine]

Hm.

Please don't be sweaty, please don't be sweaty.

Eww.

I said "please."

Hey, that's my bike.

Now this is good television.

Whoa!

Ha!

I'm free.

Yeah, free to fall.

Whoa!

Uh-oh, time to stop, drop, and roll.

Phew.

Phew, that was close.

So is that.

Sorry, but your ship has sailed, Jer.

Take the easy way out and hop aboard.

Not if my life depended on it.

[gasp]

[scream]

What are you so happy about?

[scream]

[splash]

[explosion]

You didn't eliminate Jerry.

That makes Terrence very angry.

Trust me, you wouldn't like Terrence when he's very angry.

After him, spies!

You were trained better than this.

[splash]

Hello?

Ruined hair here.

[whoosh]

Here, Clover.

[grunt]

Where's Jer?

Over there.

Come on, let's finish this.

No!

Please!

I'm begging you!

Was that part of his plan?

I'm thinking no.

I'm gonna get closer.

[straining]

No!

[gasp]

[splash]

Jerry!

I don't see him.

I think he's gone, for real.

Bravo, agents.

Or should I say, double agents?

Finally, after all these years, Terrence gets his revenge,

and, oh, is it sweet.

I'll see you and the microchip back at the training facility.

[crying]

I can't believe Jerry's gone.

I don't understand.

Why didn't he just use the bungee?

[crying]

All the times I complained about Jerry whooping us--

[sniff] --now we'll never whoop again.

[crying]

What do we do?

What Jerry would have wanted us to do--

finish the job.

You're right, Sam.

Dean's still being held captive.

And Terrence is still up to no good.

I say we find out if revenge is as sweet as Terrence said.

[gulp]

Yeah.

Time to make Terry choke on his own words.

OK, so what's the plan this time?

Our best chance of defeating Terrence and saving Dean

is to bust Dean out of his cell and use his chosen one powers

to help us defeat Terrence.

Sounds easy enough.

If only there was some way for us to sneak in.

Hm.

Hm.

Voila, covert access.

Eww, go in through there?

You're kidding, right?

Can't be any worse than that dump truck.

[sigh]

Good point.

Come on, the sonar celly will guide us.

Ugh, I take it back.

Compared to this place, that dump truck was immaculate.

Ugh.

How do we know when we're below the training facility?

We look for a big blob on the sonar.

[beeping]

Just like that one.

Awesome.

Time to spring Dean from his cell.

I'm way ahead of you.

[cracking]

There's Dean.

Whoa, he doesn't look very good, and that's saying a lot,

considering we're talking about such a hottie.

Come on, we better get him out of there, fast.

[groan] - We can't.

The closer we get, the tighter the grip, remember?

Oh, yes, we can.

This molecule-separating hairspray

might not be able to help my lame look,

but it's still powerful stuff.

[spray]

[gasp]

It doesn't reach.

Ugh, doesn't Jer know that you never buy hairspray

unless it's extra strength?

There must be a way to get the spray to that cell.

There is, but it could be dangerous.

I'm thinking Now's the time to change the safety

first motto to safety second.

Agreed.

But, girls, don't try this at home.

[whoosh]

Awesome.

Dean, wake up.

It's me, Clover.

[gasp] You're a doll!

Down, Clover.

This is so not the time to flirt.

No. Dean is a dummy, a real dummy.

Well then, what happened to the real Dean?

Funny you should ask.

ALL: Terrence!

We meet again.

Come on, let's go.

[gasp]

Now that's what I call going nowhere fast.

[laugh]

You should see the looks on your faces, girls--

priceless.

Priceless?

I don't think so.

You're so gonna pay for this, Terry.

Yeah, Dean will totally save us.

ALL: Dean!

You wouldn't dare.

You're right, Terry, I wouldn't.

Good choice, chosen one.

Did I mention that Dean is actually a double agent?

No way.

Impressible.

More like, way possible.

Turns out it's more fun to work on the evil side

than the good side.

And to think I actually thought you were cool.

FYI, double agents, doubly uncool.

Oh, don't blame Dean.

He couldn't resist helping me infiltrate

the Spy Droid Project.

[whir]

Oh?

[clink]

And this chip is the key that will finally get us in.

Whatever.

Like we care about your dumb Droid Project.

You will when you see how deliciously evil it is.

Sorry, pal.

We're not impressed by evil.

Then why did you hang around that conniving, backstabbing

Jerry all these years?

Don't you talk about Jerry like that.

He was the best.

Totally.

And he totally didn't deserve to go out like that.

Silence!

Your Jerry got exactly what he deserved.

My biggest regret is not being there in-person to see

his suffering myself.

My second biggest regret is having

to get rid of such exemplary agents like yourselves.

Um, two regrets is a lot for one day.

Maybe you should hold off on the get rid of us plan till later.

It would be such a shame to lose spies with such style

and pizzaz, especially you, Sam.

What?

Really?

You don't think I'm a plain Jane?

Ugh, duh.

With that wild, devilish red hair?

Hardly.

Thanks.

And eww!

Oh, you won't be thanking Terrence for what

he's about to do to you.

[beep]

Back in the virtual ballroom, not good.

Very not good.

This room spells doom.

Come on, guys, just 'cause last time we were here,

the walls caved in, doesn't mean it's over for us, does it?

Goodbye, girls.

As hard as it is to believe, I am

sorry it had to end like this.

That makes one of us.

Unhappy landings.

[slam]

Unhappy landings?

What does that mean?

[rumbling]

It means we're in serious trouble.

[scream]

Where do you think this bottomless pit bottoms out?

[crumble]

News flash, Al-- it doesn't.

Ugh, first Jerry bites it, now us?

Could this day be any worse?

[scream]

Sammy!

OK, this is officially looking bad.

I hate to overstate the obvious,

but I'm thinking this floor can't hold us much longer.

[glass shattering]

Hey, who is that?

I don't know, but right now, it's our only hope.

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