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[beeping]

[theme music]

[playing music]

[sirens blaring]

[beeping]

Too easy.

[laughs]

SAM: And every year, over 15,000 Beverly Hills' women wash off

a collective 37.4 tons of makeup,

clogging up the city's entire sewage system.

I can't believe Sam talked me into wasting

my Saturday hanging out with a mob of science geeks.

This is a whole other side of Sam I've never seen before.

And what's with all that gooey gunk Sam's playing with?

That's the makeup you washed off your face just last week.

My patented cosmeto-refinery then reprocesses the discarded

makeup into a super high grade fuel for Beverly Hills High

to power its own private jet.

[engine whirs]

[crowd gasps]

[applause]

Hooray!

[laughs]

We gave you a 10 for ingenuity, originality,

and green awareness.

Congratulations to the first prize winner

of the Beverly Hills High science fair.

Wow.

This would be so cool if it wasn't so tragically uncool.

Gee, I don't know what to say.

Um, I wanna thank--

Sammy, we love you!

You're a genius.

My project!

Ew!

I think one of them touched me.

In here.

FANBOYS: Sammy!

Sammy!

Sammy!

Sammy!

There's no way out.

If only we could get WOOHPed.

Whoa.

For once, Jerry's timing doesn't stink.

Oh, dear you look exhausted.

Busy chasing hotties no doubt.

As if.

More like being chased by "not"-ies.

Perhaps a special mission will invigorate you properly.

A special mission?

Your assignment is to keep an eye on Kyle Katz,

a most devious jewel thief--

so devious, in fact, that WOOHP never once caught him.

If you've never heard of him, how

do you know he's a criminal?

Now he's the prime suspect in countless jewel heists,

but he slipped through our fingers every time.

I believe, though, he's up to something again.

According to my research, Kyle Katz only

works when there's a new moon and the Earth

is aligned with Venus, ensuring total darkness.

This astronomical phenomenon will occur in four short days.

The Earth'll be aligned with Venus?

Sweet.

My horoscope says that the perfect time for romance.

Me

I'm afraid romance is out of the question,

Clover Kyle Katz has been known to compromise

many a lady's good judgment.

Jerry, we're professionals.

We would never let our personal feelings interfere

with our jobs, even if--

[gasps]

He's gorgeous.

Now that what I call a hottie.

JERRY: Spies?

Spies.

[spies giggle]

It's time for your gadgets.

Let's stock up for the stakeouts, spies.

Lipstick microphone camera, M-ray

contact lenses in aquamarine-- the stylish

way to see through metal--

and a new multidirectional magnetic ring.

Kyle's gonna love me with this--

when I use it to catch him, I mean.

Oh, dear.

[music playing]

What's Kyle doing?

He's either breaking into a safe or making dinner.

Making dinner?

Maybe we can nab him for eating too much junk food.

Junk food?

More like hunk food.

[all sigh]

[phone rings]

[compowder rings]

CLOVER: Another text message?

And another photo.

Thank you for being you, Waldo.

That's the 200th one today.

Oh, now you can see Waldo's face every time

you use your phone.

Ugh, I wish I'd never entered that science fair.

Just thinking about it makes me--

KYLE: Hungry? [spies exclaim]

You must be starving sitting out here all night.

For Sam, chocolate chip.

For Clover, WOOHP And for Alex, all natural bran.

How does he know our favorites?

Just come on up if you want anything else.

I can't believe he blew our cover so quickly.

Mm, but it was so worth it.

No!

Hey!

You got your own, muffin.

It might not be safe.

Kyle would never try to hurt us.

He's a nice boy who spends his nights baking.

And tearing up the streets.

[music playing]

It's like he's challenging us or something.

Don't worry.

I'm up to the challenge.

[spies shout]

[chuckles]

I've chased after guys before, but this is

taking it to a whole new level.

[truck horn blares]

[spies gasp]

Time for a little off road spying.

CLOVER: We lost him.

ALEX: Look.

[kyle grunts]

He's into extreme sports.

He's perfect.

But hang gliding at night?

That's like extremely extreme.

[music playing]

[camera clicks]

It looks like he's taking pics?

He's shooting night photos of Beverly Hills.

He's so artistic.

And hot.

I'd better get a picture.

I'm already getting surveillance shoots

for WOOHP, Clover.

Hello, this for like my own personal use.

[sighs]

Status report, spies.

[exclaims]

What are you doing up there?

Following around a totally cool, totally innocent guy.

Yeah.

He's just out for a leisurely night of hang

gliding and nature photography.

Maintain your surveillance.

Somehow I think he's interested in more down there

than just the California spotted owl.

[music playing]

[bell rings]

ARNOLD: Get your Sammy t-shirts!

Each one comes with a piece of her award

winning science project.

She's even beautiful upside down.

All hail, Sam.

All hail, Sam.

All hail, Sam.

Nast.

Your picture is touching their bodies.

SAM: Arnold, what are you doing?

That is my face.

There she is!

BOYS: All hail, Sam.

All hail, Sam.

Look.

It's the newly crowned queen of the geek.

Your subjects are calling you.

[laughs]

[spies scream]

So, um, is this like our new hang out or something?

[compowder rings]

My, this is rather close quarters.

Tell us about it.

Good news, spies.

Thanks to a tuxedo rental receipt

spotted in one of your photos, we've

discovered Katz will be attending tonight's gala

reception for Georgy Georgevich, the new ambassador

from Uzbekistan.

Kyle has such an exciting life.

And I want you all to be there.

[spies cheer]

I needn't remind you you're going

there to keep watch on Katz, not to dance the night away.

Don't worry, Jer.

We are super spies.

Kyle won't even know we're there.

[music playing]

[chattering]

I am so where I belong.

Anybody see Kyle?

KYLE: May I have this dance?

[spies sigh]

I'd love to.

[music playing]

She is dancing with a jewel thief.

What a lucky gal.

Oh.

You're such a dance gooder--

I mean, you're such a good dancer.

Clover, I have something for you.

For me?

Doesn't she know that necklace is probably stolen?

I wish he'd steal one for me.

It's the ambassador.

Hmm.

Clover, you are by far the belle of the ball.

[sighs]

[zapping]

[applause]

Thank you for a lovely dance.

You let him get away?

Yeah.

I wanted to dance with him.

Have you two like totally lost it?

We're supposed to be watching him.

I could barely take my eyes off of him.

You're just jealous because he didn't pick you.

Wha-- jealous?

Why, because he's handsome and dashing

and a great dancer and--

I'm the one who took tango lessons.

That necklace should be mine.

Don't you dare.

Hey, I want it too.

[interposing voices]

[interposing voices]

[spies scream]

Hey.

What's happening, Jer?

Tsk, tsk.

Never in all my years.

You've disgraced yourselves and WOOHP as well.

Clover.

Thanks, Jer.

Huh?

The necklace.

Oh.

A WOOHP agent wearing contraband.

I just holding onto it for safekeeping.

Well, while you were out, keeping Katz's stolen loot

safe, WOOHP has discovered his plans for his next big heist,

the great pearl of Uzbekistan.

Hey, that's where that ambassador's from.

He's taking the great pearl on a goodwill

tour around the country.

It's presently housed in the Beverly Hills antiquity center,

which our lab detected Katz was photographing the other night.

He was planning a heist the whole time

we were watching him?

Indeed.

And now the ambassador has reported he's lost

the key to the pearl's safe.

The question is, how did Katz get

close enough to the ambassador to steal his key?

There's no way Kyle stole the key.

I was with him the whole--

[gasps] wait a minute.

My MMR has been activated, and I didn't activate it.

Oops.

Katz has already stolen nearly all the most

valuable jewels in the world.

The great pearl of Uzbekistan is the most precious of all.

If we don't catch him in the act this time,

we may never get another chance.

[music playing]

The great pearl of Uzbekistan.

Looking for something?

Yes, thanks.

SPIES: Hey!

Why do people keep taking jewelry from me?

Alex, the key.

[beeping]

It's not working.

SAM: He must've reprogrammed the lock.

Thanks for the pearl, ladies.

Sorry I jammed the lock, but it's a lot harder to get

away with people chasing you.

[laughs]

I wouldn't try to get out if I were you.

Even if you managed to open the lock, one turn of the handle

will let loose the chains.

But then somebody has to take the fall.

[laughs]

[spies gasp]

It's too dark in here.

I can't see myself think.

If only we could swing this safe over to the third story

platform.

Maybe if I use my multidirectional

magnetic ring--

There's a metal pillar right there.

[zapping]

[creaking]

Turn it up.

It's not going to hold.

[all gasp]

It worked.

I knew it.

All we need to do now is turn the tumblers to open the safe.

Maybe if I just turn it really low.

[tumblers clicking]

It's working.

[beeping]

Jump!

[alarm blares]

Going somewhere?

Like you said, somebody has to take the fall.

[clover gasps]

I didn't mean that literally.

[all exclaim]

[music playing]

He's turning.

[spies shout]

Come to Clover.

[zapping]

[kyle shouts]

Hey!

Don't you know lead shoes can slow you down?

Turn that thing off.

OK.

[crash]

Oh.

Uh.

Ladies, you are as clever as you are beautiful.

What?

Jerry hired me to challenge you at every level,

and you've passed the test.

We did?

Hooray.

So if you could just help me up, I'll be on my way.

Hmm.

Sorry, you're going to have to find

yourself a new dance partner.

[kyle shouts]

[music playing]

So you turned Kyle Katz's magnetic attraction

against him.

Well done, spies.

Like they say, you can't judge a book by its cover.

Even a really hot, hunky book.

And to think we almost let such a jerk come between us.

Girls.

Till we meet again.

[spies gasp]

[siren blares]

[interposing voices]

Teenagers.

[interposing voices]

[music playing]

[bell rings]

[chatter]

Oh, no.

There's a gaggle of geeks at 12 o'clock.

Just remember, I'm Ingaborg, the foreign exchange student,

not Sam, queen of the geeks.

FANBOYS: All hail, Priscilla.

All hail, Priscilla.

All hail, Priscilla.

Huh?

Who's Priscilla?

Hey, Sam.

Isn't this great?

Priscilla's t-shirts are selling out twice as fast as yours.

Who's Priscilla?

Who's Priscilla?

Only the smartest, brainiest girl around.

She won the state science fair, the chess

club championship, and the destructo robot smack down.

And she's beautiful.

[groans]

Hey, it's me, Sammy, your queen.

I'm really smart, too, remember?

Let me sign your t-shirt.

Please?

FANBOYS: All hail, Priscilla.

All hail, Priscilla.

All hail, Priscilla.

All hail Priscilla.

All hail Priscilla.

All hail Priscilla.

[man laughs]

Forget it!

None of you live to be a hundred.

Sorry, i am way outta your league.

Well, hello.

I am like so available.

Huh?

Oh, no.

He-- he thinks I'm a total geek.

This must be what rejection feels like.

I will never put down another geek as long as I live.

And you shouldn't either.

Wait!

Come back.