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[compowder beeping]

[theme music]

[doorbell ringing]

Who could that be at this hour?

Hello?

Hm.

For me?

[coughing]

[school bell ringing]

I wonder what the mystery meat is today.

Ugh.

Let's just say it's one mystery I don't want to solve.

Hello, hottie alert!

Ah!

Wait a sec, I think I know this hottie.

Fernando?

Hi, Clover.

And you must be Alex.

He knows my name!

Alex, this is Fernando.

We dated, like, a gazillion years ago.

Two, to be exact.

Then my family moved to South America.

And now you're back in the BH?

Back to stay.

See you two around.

Isn't he, like, the coolest?

Yeah, but won't it be kind of weird seeing your ex every day

at school?

Eh, no way.

With my busy social calendar, I run into multiple exes all day

long.

"History of Brazil," "The People of Brazil"--

ugh, where is that book?

Can I be of assistance?

Um-- I just can't find this book for my extra credit

project, "All About Brazil."

Hm.

A fine book, but here is one that will be much more helpful.

"All About Brazil and More."

It's perfect.

My dream is to, like, spend a whole summer

in the Andes Mountains, just soaking

up the culture and everything.

Ah, yes.

I spend many summers hiking in the majestic Andes.

Hey, um, maybe since you know so much about South America--

I'd love to help you with your school project.

Then it's a date!

Uh, a study date.

Hottie alert!

Wow, two in one day.

OK, spill.

I want all the deets, Sam.

He is so smart and well-traveled.

And he's totally tall, with jet black hair, and a killer smile.

What a coincidence!

He sounds just like Clover's ex, who just started here.

Wait, Fernando is your ex?

Wow!

Oh, don't worry, Sam, because Clover's, like, so over him.

Right, Clover?

[grumbling]

You stay away from him!

He's my ex-boyfriend!

He just offered to help me with my extra credit project.

He asked you out!

We'll only be studying.

Yeah, each other.

[screaming]

I can study with anyone I want!

Perfect!

Then study with anyone.

Just not him!

[screaming]

[thud]

Well, Fernando's anyone, too.

Yeah?

My anyone.

Boy trouble again?

Why, I remember, as a young lad, two

bony lasses fighting over me.

Uh, Jerry?

Don't you have, like, a mission for us or something?

Ah, yes.

This one presents quite a challenge, super spies.

Men all over the country are falling into deep trances.

Maybe a bug going around?

I detect an evil scheme, and I want

you to find out what it is.

But not without your gadgets--

the Wind Tunnel 9000 Laser Tornado Blast Hair Dryer

for Alex, the Net Throwing Extendable Rod Mascara for Sam,

and for all, the brand new Poofy Pendants.

In an emergency, they become highly-effective gas masks.

It really is fluffy.

Also at your disposal, WOOHP's brand

new stealthy Jet-set Skis--

quick as a cheetah and just as silent, enabling you to sneak--

[phone ringing]

Sammy speaking.

Fernando!

Saturday at 1:00?

It's a date-- a study date.

Uh!

A study date, on Saturday?

Just because you don't study on Saturday, or any other day--

[screaming]

[girl sobbing]

So it kind of sounds like some flower delivery

guy knocked out Mr. Bentley.

I don't care about the delivery guy.

Find out who sent the flowers.

Someone's moving in on my boyfriend.

It's not any of you, is it?

No way.

What kind of horrible girl would do something like that?

[laughing nervously]

[sobbing]

Wow, these flowers are way exotic.

But what are they?

Wait!

It says species unknown.

They're not even in the WOOHP database.

Quick!

The fluffy pendants!

Sorry, but I'm just so--

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

Oh no!

Wait!

Hey, it wasn't a delivery guy who zombified Mr. Bentley.

It was the flowers.

So the flowers are moving in on her boyfriend?

Zombify all you want.

You're coming with us.

[screeching]

[splat]

That's like, not normal, right?

Let's get it!

Hey!

We're just trying to--

water you.

Yeah.

Isn't all this running making you thirsty?

Evil bouquet in the corner pocket!

Oh!

[screeching]

Whoa!

[squeals]

Come on, we're just going to take

a nice little trip to the lab, where they'll pluck

out your petals one by one.

Hey!

Alex, hold your breath!

Gotcha!

Nothing but net.

Jer, we've got two zonked out people and some totally nasty

flowers, ready for pickup.

Clover, your purchases per hour ratio

hasn't been this low since the Great Shopping Bag

Shortage of last summer.

Oh, well, I'm just worried about how

that poor lady's going to cope without her boyfriend.

Or is it how you're going to cope without Fernando?

No way.

Just because he's on a study date

with Sam doesn't mean that--

Huh?

[grumbling]

Clover, hi.

Some study date.

Looks like a date date to me.

No!

See?

I've even brought my books.

We were just studying, um--

South American hotties?

That much I know.

Perhaps we have studied enough for today.

We shall continue tomorrow at lunch, Huggie Wuggie.

Oh, how cute.

He calls you Huggie Wuggie.

That's what he used to call me.

[compowder beeping]

Greetings, super spies.

The flower specimen you sent in is an unknown hybrid of three

poisonous tropical flowers--

the Narcissus comatosis, the Noxious rosium, and

the Arcacium make-me-gaggis.

P-U!

Who would make a flower like that?

And where?

Most tropical flowers can only grow in one part of the world.

So if we find out where they can all grow together--

Now, the areas where each flower grows--

[beeping]

They overlap in only one tiny area.

SAM: That's our island.

There it is!

It looks like a totally awesome tropical island.

Yeah, except for the poison gas-spewing flowers.

Hey!

We're jet skiing here!

Hello?

[screaming]

Let's show them how to really make a splash.

Uh!

Sorry to crash your party.

Where'd they all go?

Follow me.

[crash]

They've got to stop meeting like that.

Are you sure we have the right island?

I don't see any stink bomb flowers here.

Maybe we made a wrong turn at Hawaii.

[gasps]

Wow.

Those must be the three types of flowers

they use for the hybrid.

Looks like they're planning to knock

out a whole lot more guys.

Oh. [sniffs]

[coughs]

I think I found the make-me-gaggis.

Maybe the answer's in there.

Looks like the whole rustic thing outside

is just camouflage.

Wait.

You're using the Net Throwing Extendable Rod Mascara?

No, this is my regular mascara.

[splat]

Ah!

I think we found the brains of the operation.

Then that must be the heart.

Wait.

I need yours, too.

You want both our ex-powders?

No, this is my regular compact.

I can accessorize, too.

Hm.

Hasn't this laser reflecting thing

kind of not worked before?

The trick is to use more than one mirror.

[lasers shooting]

Makeup-- it'll never let you down.

What's with all those red dots?

[typing]

Look.

It's a some kind of list.

Hey!

There's Mr. Bentley.

It's the list of all the guys who've been

zombified by those flowers.

[footsteps]

Ah-choo!

Hm.

[coughing]

Attack!

ALL: Hey!

Oh.

Do we have visitors?

Call the ferns off, lady, and let us go!

Leaving so soon?

I wouldn't hear of it.

Allow me to introduce myself--

Violet Vanderfleet, botanist of the 21st century.

Oh, we know.

You want to destroy civilization with your stink bomb

flowers because of the rainforest and all.

Then you can sit in your super high-tech greenhouse

and rule the world. Right?

Wrong.

Good guess though.

I don't want to destroy all of civilization, just half--

the male half!

Fernando!

Five years ago, I was madly in love

with a wonderful man, who dumped me for another!

Do you know what that feels like?

I have an idea.

I swore I would get even with him one day.

And now, I have, with the Viola Vanderfleetus.

You did all this because of one man?

What about all the other guys you've zombified?

Well, they all dumped me, too.

Wow, lady.

Looks like you need a few dating tips.

But it's not just me.

There are a lot of angry, hurt women out there,

and we all want revenge.

You tell it, sister!

I mean, you'll never get away with it.

Oh?

Watch me.

I start with three beautiful, venomous flowers,

inject a little plant food.

Ha!

[laser shooting]

And voila!

The Viola Vanderfleetus.

And it can also shoot stinging thorns, swallow a man's head,

and shoot acid from 10 feet away.

It can even deliver itself.

With a DNA sample, it can track anybody, anywhere.

That's not fair.

What if you get an innocent guy?

Oh, there are no innocent guys.

If a man hasn't dumped a woman yet, oh, he will.

So I'm going to get them all.

And you can be an important part of my grand strategy.

You know you want to.

Never!

Fine.

Never.

Take them to the botany lab.

Perhaps they can participate in our latest experiment.

[laughing]

Faster, faster.

We can't keep our ex-boyfriends waiting!

[laughing]

Oh, I don't like being a guinea pig.

It's so beautiful.

[screaming]

Not!

I can't reach my fluffy pendant.

Ow!

Whatever happened to flowers being, like, all nice?

Ah!

Wind Tunnel 9000 Laser Tornado Blast Hair Dryer to the rescue!

Ha!

[screaming]

Let's go, super spies.

[laughing]

Violet's getting away!

She's only got a plane.

We've got jets.

Something's keeping us down.

No!

Hey, this could be a new extreme sport.

Whoa!

Uh!

I don't think so!

[screaming]

Yes.

Good bye, spies.

ALL: Whoa!

[screaming]

[thud]

Uh!

Nice stink bomb flowers.

SAM: Fluffy pendants, on!

[coughing]

[yelling]

Hiya!

The service on this flight stinks.

Ow!

[screaming]

These flowers would make great gadgets on our next mission.

Yeah?

Well, this one's not over yet.

ALL: Huh?

[fighting noises]

Playtime's over, little spies.

[laughing]

[panting]

This feels more like work.

Ah!

I'm your creator!

Get off me!

Attack them!

What's going on?

It's the flower she just created.

It must have her DNA.

VIOLET: No!

[gasping]

Ew!

If it wasn't for WOOHP's new antidote,

Miss Vanderfleet would be under the spell

of her very own creation for a long, long time.

Now, she can spend that time in a nice, cozy prison cell.

Hey, what's with all the lawnmowers?

JERRY: Time to mow down Miss Vanderfleet's

latest crop of mischief.

Would you girls care to help? - Yard work?

Sorry, not in the job description.

Toodles!

Staying in tonight?

I thought you had another study date.

Clover, our friendship is way too important to let

some silly guy come between us.

Fernando is off the speed dial.

Oh, Sam!

You sacrificed for me?

Wow, look who's got it going on.

Oh, this is nothing.

Just got a study date.

[doorbell ringing]

Well, I can't wait to meet him.

[gasps]

Flowers?

Could it be--

Fernando?

Huggie Wuggie!

Huggie Wuggie.

Fernando is your study date?

Uh, yeah.

First we're studying at the Beverly Hills Bistro,

then going over test questions at the multiplex,

then quizzing each other up at Lookout Point.

You guys don't mind, do you?

[screaming]

Studying, shopping, saloning, spying--

how can today's girl possibly juggle it all?

With Sammy's Schedule 2.0.

It'll program your whole day.

When your hair's getting highlights,

you can be planning a big date under the moonlight.

And if that date's not so dreamy,

Sammy's Schedule 2.0 has 491 excuses

for cutting it short so you can get to the mall by 9:00.

See?

SAMMY'S SCHEDULE: Excuse number 352--

sorry, I've got to blow dry my dog and walk my hair.

Guess it's still a little buggy.