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[beeping]

[theme music]

[music playing]

[panting]

[gasp]

It's here!

It's here!

Watch out, girls.

You're almost done 'cause this'll make me number one.

Ready?

OK.

I've got the moves.

I've got the flip.

I'll help us win the championship.

Go Clover!

Woo-hoo!

ALEX: Way to cheer.

You're a lock for head cheerleader.

[mandy laughs]

Please.

Midair splits are so junior high.

Like your hair style?

No.

Like the rest of your lame routine,

as in I and I alone am destined to be Bev

High's new head cheerleader.

So get used to it.

In your twisted dreams, Mandy.

I've got more pep in my french tip

than you've got in your whole uncoordinated body.

Oh, yeah?

We'll see about that.

Come on, girls.

Time to get ready for Clover's defeat.

That's it.

I'm gonna beat Mandy if it's the last thing I ever do.

Ready?

OK.

[clover screams]

SAM AND ALEX: Clover!

[both shout]

Ah.

Doesn't Jerry know I have an important cheerleading

competition tomorrow?

Sometimes I think he doesn't understand us at all.

[all shout]

You girls certainly know how to make an entrance.

Thanks.

Ugh.

Wish I could say Jer, but I have some serious business

to take care of.

It's head cheerleader tryouts.

I'm sorry, Clover, but we have a bit of a crisis on our hands.

Crisis, crisis, go away.

It can wait another day.

I'm afraid not.

Teenage girls across North America

are mysteriously disappearing.

Take a look.

That's Buffy, Muffy, and Fluffy.

Do they have anything in common other

than names you could write a limerick around?

Hello, Muffy, Buffy, Fluffy, obviously they're

all high school cheerleaders.

That's precisely correct, Clover.

Oh, maybe someone will take Mandy, too.

And while they're at it, they may as well

take Dominique and Caitlin.

[both laugh]

Sorry to disappoint, but these cheerleaders

may not have been abducted.

In fact, as of right now, there are absolutely no clues

as to what happened to them, except that they are missing,

of course. - Let me guess.

That's where we come in.

Who better?

Finding missing cheerleaders, talk about an awesome mission.

Ta.

This is so totally up our alley.

And by our, you mean your.

GLADIS, the gadgets, if you please.

GLADIS: For this mission, you will have the applique tracking

device, ode de glass liquifier, anti-glare anti-hypnosis

contact lenses, the mobile immobilizer,

and, last but not least--

[gasps] A diamond ring?

Oh, GLADIS, you shouldn't have.

It's a rubik zircubia, stronger than a diamond.

It can cut through anything.

But GLADIS, you know my skin is delicate.

I think it's kinda nice.

Here's the address of one of the missing girls.

[helicopter whirring]

All clear.

Awesome.

This ode de glass liquifier is as potent

is my most expensive designer perfume.

And it smells good, too.

Do you really think that's a good idea?

Good point.

Wow.

It's like a museum in here, one I'd actually go to.

The color, the texture, the richness.

Focus, Clover.

We're on a mission, remember?

Oh, right.

Well, aside from her obvious obsession,

there's nothing out of the ordinary.

I know.

Why would anyone leave this room willingly?

It's too perfect. - Oopsie.

Miss Perfect left some trash on the floor.

Hey, doesn't this symbol look familiar to you?

Yeah.

Only I can't quite place it.

[phone ringing]

No time for guess work, girls.

I gotta get back to the school for the competition.

Send it to Jer for analysis.

Good idea.

[helicopter]

Wish me luck, girls.

Break a leg.

Ready.

OK.

Huh?

Am I late?

No.

The competition's been postponed on account of Mandy

not showing up.

But Mandy's been waiting for this day her entire life.

What gives?

Dunno.

Haven't seen her since this morning at her locker.

Anyway, the competition's tomorrow instead.

Hope you didn't hurry all the way over here for nothing.

[giggling]

Do you know what this means?

There was a terrible accident at the hair salon,

and Mandy's too embarrassed to show herself?

That, or another cheerleader mysteriously vanished.

Oh, even better.

Come on.

Let's stop by our locker, girls.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the rush?

I mean, are we forgetting?

It's Mandy.

We don't like it any more than you do,

but we took an oath to serve and protect.

No, we didn't.

Oh.

Well, we really should.

We'll have to talk to Jerry about that

when we get back to WOOHP.

[grunting]

Embarrassing.

It's not as easy as it looks on TV.

Of course it is.

Step aside.

[crashing]

That'll work.

Nail polish, hair glosser, fake lashes.

This is a school locker.

Where are her priorities?

Totally.

How can she have nail polish and no remover?

It's a tragedy waiting to happen.

Hello.

Hey, that's the same packaging that we saw in the missing

cheerleader's room.

Whoa.

Check it out.

I knew it.

Mandy is learning secret cheerleading tips.

That cheat.

I'll show her who has sweet moves.

[phone ringing]

Oh.

Girls.

Hi, Jer.

What you got?

The analysis of that package you sent me.

Apparently, it was mailed from inside WOOHP.

Hm.

The symbol is WOOHP's encrypted return address.

I knew it looked familiar.

I don't get it.

Why would a WOOHP agent send packages to cheerleaders?

Welcome, Cheerleader, to "Sweet Moves."

Follow my lead, and you will be the number

one cheerleader of all time.

Number one.

Ready?

OK.

[grunting]

Wait a minute.

"Sweet Moves" isn't from a WOOHP agent.

It's from WOOHP baddie, Candy Sweet.

Of course.

The evil coach who used robotic cheerleaders

to eliminate the world of cheerleading is at it again.

But how?

Jerry, isn't she in the containment facility?

How can she send stuff from inside WOOHP?

I'm checking the files now.

Oh, my.

Apparently as part of her rehabilitation,

she's been allowed to release an exercise

DVD to help fund the HAGS.

Jerry, how rude.

You're no spring chicken yourself.

The HAGS are the Hungarian Agents Green Squad.

They take care of the world's forests.

Oh.

No doubt the DVD has something to do

with the missing cheerleaders.

Sounds like we should do an analysis of it ASAP.

Don't you think Clover?

Hey.

How'd you get over there?

[grunting]

Clover, we need the DVD.

Ignore the mob.

You've got a job.

Hey.

Hey.

Clover, what is up with you?

[snapping]

Huh?

I don't think she's all there, Sammy.

Ah.

Don't be late.

She can't wait.

Clover.

Oh, my.

Hold that thought, Jer.

Oh, I hate when they put me on hold.

[grunting]

Clover.

Save some of those moves for the competition.

Ready.

OK.

Kick to right, kick to the left.

Don't give up.

Fight the fight.

[whooshing]

Go team.

[screaming]

[grunting]

She's getting away.

Don't worry.

I'm on it.

Gotcha.

I guess that's why there were no signs of abductions,

because the cheerleaders went willingly.

Except Clover wasn't exactly willing.

She was totally mesmerized.

Yeah.

Like she was staring at the latest

Moochie purse or something.

[gasping] Jerry.

Sorry, Jer.

Clover weirded out on us.

That DVD has some sort of hypnotic code on it.

We appliqued her, but she's moving awfully fast.

[buzzing]

I don't know how we'll--

Say no more.

The WOOHP cycles are already en route to you.

Thanks, Jer.

[engines]

[grunting]

[engines roaring]

[tires screeching]

[car horn]

[grunting]

[whooshing]

Deja vu much.

Never thought we'd be back at Candy

Sweet's training facility.

Time for our anti-hypnotizing contact lenses.

Whatever hypnotized Clover, I want no part of.

I guess.

Her routine was way awesome.

Kick to the left.

Kick to the--

Sorry.

[whooshing]

GIRLS: Go team.

Yay.

Go team.

Yay.

No need for the tracker in here.

These girls are not quiet.

GIRL: Go team, yay.

Go team, yay.

There they are.

GIRLS: Ready, OK.

Kick to the left.

Kick to the right.

Don't give up.

Fight the fight.

[grunting]

What are they doing?

Looks like they're practicing some kind of bizarre routine.

GIRLS: Stand tall.

Scale the wall.

Get our leader.

We really need her.

Ra, ra, ra.

Sis kaboom bah.

Now come and get me, girls.

Candy isn't trying to get rid of cheerleaders.

She's training them to spring her from WOOHP.

A cheerleading bust out.

Very clever.

Intruders here.

Show no fear.

GIRLS: Go team.

BOTH: Uh-oh.

[gasping]

Uh-oh.

This way.

[grunting]

[gasping]

[grunting]

[whistling]

Huh.

They gave that some thought.

[snarling]

[grunting]

Clover, hey.

I don't suppose you're here 'cause you're

back on the side of good.

Good for me, good for you.

Good is what we're here to do. hi-yah.

Whoa.

Alex.

[screaming]

[grunting]

[gasping]

GIRLS: Go team.

Go team, yay.

Get me down from here.

[grunting]

I'm trying.

[grunting]

Use the diamond ring.

Brilliant idea, Alex.

The rubik zircubia.

[screaming]

[whooshing]

Woo.

I'm beginning to develop an appreciation for pom-poms.

GIRLS: Kick to the left.

Kick to the right.

[grunting]

Don't give up.

Fight the fight.

Woo!

[grunting]

[cheering]

[grunting]

GIRLS: Kick to the left.

Kick to the right.

Don't give up.

Fight the fight.

That's it, girls.

Kick to the left.

Kick to the right.

Go team.

Ha.

GIRLS: Rah, rah, rah.

Sis ka-boom bah.

[cheering]

[whooshing]

Hello, Sam.

How's the mission going?

Not so hot, Jer.

The cheerleaders are heading to WOOHP to spring Candy.

[boom]

Oh, I believe sprung is the appropriate tense.

Man, Clover's good.

She really should be head cheerleader.

First things' first.

Jerry, meet us at the containment facility.

[tires screeching]

Oh.

Who knew cheerleaders could cause such a raucous?

I did.

[grunting]

GIRLS: Rah, rah.

Ha, ha.

Whoa.

It's like Homecoming parade gone bad.

What do you suggest we do now?

GIRLS: Ready?

OK.

[grunting]

Kick to the right.

Kick to the left.

Luckily, I have another idea.

Don't give up.

Uh, Alex.

Nice.

[snapping]

Bravo, Alex.

Thanks.

Wi-ya.

[sizzling]

Ha!

Let's see how effective you are without your little gadgets.

Let's see how effective you are without your cheerleaders.

Ya.

Huh.

Ha.

Nice move.

Yeah, well, it won' be making it onto your next DVD.

Whoa.

But this will.

Wi-ya.

Face it, Candy.

Hi-yah.

You just can't use cheerleading for evil.

Try and stop me.

Hi-yah.

[shouting]

[grunting]

[punching]

[whacking]

Oh!

Well done.

[gasping]

[grunting]

Hi-yah.

[shouting]

Don't worry.

I'll send that to the cleaners when we get home.

Oh.

Kick to the right.

Kick to the left. - Yeah, yeah.

Been there, done that.

[grunting]

Whoa.

[whack]

Sorry.

Kick to the left.

[grunting]

[shouting]

I said sorry.

Candy, Candy's number one.

Oh, my. [whacking]

Don't give up. Fight the fight.

[grunting]

[grunting]

Trust me.

We'll laugh about this one day.

Better hurry.

Better run.

Well, this isn't so--

[grunting]-- so difficult.

She'll make sure you feel the fun.

I see where this is going now.

And pas de barre.

[shouting]

Grand battement.

[whack]

[grunting]

Chaine.

Arabesque.

And the kids made fun of me for taking ballet.

I suppose you'll have to erase a lot of memories, huh, Jer.

It appears so.

It's just a shame.

The HAGS will have to find another way to raise funds.

If anyone can help the HAGS, it's you, Jer.

You're like two peas in a pod, one

of a kind, you and the HAGS.

Thanks.

Poor Clover.

I think the prison cheerleading breakout took all her spirit.

On the bright side, Mandy looks just awful.

BOTH: Ready, OK.

[grunting]

Hm?

Thanks a lot, Clover.

You must have given me some sort of flu bug.

I probably look as icky as you.

I'll insult you back when I'm not so exhausted.

Huh?

I've been waiting my whole life for this day.

Ready?

OK.

Gimme a B, gimme me an L, gimme an I, gimme me an N.

Gimme a G. What does it spell?

Bling.

Go Bev high Bling.

Woo-hoo.

[cheering]

That was very enthusiastic, Arnold.

Any other competitors.

[grunting]

All righty, then.

Congratulations, Arnold.

You are our new head cheerleader.

[cheering]

[laughing]

No.

Wait.

[cheering]

CROWD: Woohoo!

Never mind.

The secret to a good cheer is that it's

all about supporting the team.

See, Clover, Clover, I'm the best.

I'm peppier than all the rest I've.

Got the clothes. I've got the hair.

I've got the moves to make you care.

Go me.

Clover Clover, I'm the best.

I'm peppier than all the friends.

I've got--

GIRL: Uh, what happened to supporting the team, Clover?

Hello.

I am part of the team.

I need support too, you know.

Remind me to lock that door next time.