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[melodic beeping]

[theme music]

[electronic beeping]

[slurping sounds]

All systems go for moon descent.

Awesome, dude.

Directional thrusters engaged.

Proceeding at an angle of--

Hey, man.

What the heck is--

[screaming]

[bell ringing]

[upbeat music playing]

[tapping]

(SINGING) Don't I know who you are You shine like a star

in my constellation.

Shhh!

You don't shush the Alpha Centauris.

I can't wait to sing this at Kooky Karaoke the Groove's

new karaoke hot spot.

Attention students.

This is Principal Vegan.

I wonder who's in trouble this time.

Sam, please report to my office immediately.

Thank you.

[spiteful laughter]

Sam?

You've never been in trouble in your whole life!

There must be some mistake.

It's no mistake.

Have you seen your latest test scores.

If this is about the A- on my geometry test,

I only missed question 5 because my pencil broke.

Sam, your scores are the best in Bev High history.

So she's not in trouble?

Heavens, no.

Your scores on the other hand, umm--

Hello!

Focus.

We're talking about Sam here.

Right.

Well, Sam, we've literally run out of things to teach you.

So you can graduate any time you want.

How's next Wednesday?

Let's say three-ish?

Graduate?

But, but I'm not ready.

I haven't even written my valedictory speech yet.

No time for that.

You should be concentrating on picking a college.

College?

Principal Vegan, I need to think about this.

Well the deadline for college applications

is right around the corner so don't

think about it for too long.

Can you imagine me as a college girl?

Ah, don't do it, Sammy.

We'd miss you way too much.

You can't leave us here alone.

I mean, we'll have to deal with Mandy all by ourselves.

No more Mandy?

Sam?

Sorry.

You've got to admit, being Mandy free is tempting.

Speaking of tempting.

Excuse me.

Did I hear you say you're going off to college.

Yes.

I mean, maybe.

I mean, I'm-I'm not sure.

Oh, you'll love it.

I've got so many friends in college.

But it's a pity you're leaving before we

got to know each other.

I'm free From now till college.

Great.

I'll call you.

OK.

Kay.

Chet never dates anybody from Bev High!

Sammy, you've just graduated to a whole new level

of coolness.

[screaming]

I'll bet getting WOOHPed out of college won't be so easy.

This better be important, Jer, because we're in,

like, total crisis mode here.

Another broken nail, no doubt.

Now, I'm not sure I can top that,

but your next mission is quite important indeed.

You see, a popular music group has

gone missing in outer space.

Yawn.

Probably just a lame publicity stunt.

I believe they call themselves the Alpha Centauris.

The Alpha Centauris?!

I take it you know them?

They're only, like, the greatest band

in the entire history of this week.

They were on their way to the moon to do the first lunar

concert broadcast.

Communication broke off hours ago.

This was their final transmission.

Oh, no!

The Alpha Centauris were kidnapped by evil aliens.

They want to drain their brains

of all their amazing talent and incredible fashion sense.

Overreact much?

It's probably just a malfunctioning circuit board.

Whatever it is, we need to regain contact and find out.

We're going to outer space?

Not without some very special space gadgets.

Don't go anywhere without your very own designer space suits.

Cool.

Also, heat sensors 6,000 infrared motion detector

sunglasses, net throwing extendable rod mascara,

and the new Moon Buggy 5000.

Bon voyage, Super Spies, and be careful.

Jerry, we're always careful.

[screaming]

[screaming]

That was totally cooler than any of the rides

at Monster Mountain.

Look, it's the Earth!

Isn't it beautiful? and surprisingly small.

OK.

Way slow net connection up here.

Here we go.

Top 20 colleges for the exceptionally gifted.

Wow, this technical school has a 10 to 1 ratio of guys to girls.

Of geeks to girls, you mean.

And this coastal college schedules classes around lunar

tides for the best surfing.

Look out!

Activating space brakes.

[powering down]

[gasp]

It's the Alpha Centaris' tour spaceship.

But where are the Alpha Centauris?

[suspenseful music playing]

The cabin is depressurized.

What happened to them?

It's Ziggy's bandana.

Does this mean that he's--

Hello!

I saw it first!

I just want to hold it.

I don't think so.

Guys!

What is that?

Maybe this will tell us.

[beeping]

I'll send the vital scan data to WOOHP,

then we'll do some recon.

Recon?

A major search for the Alpha Centauris.

Ziggy!

Oh.

They're out there, and we're going to find them.

[upbeat music playing]

It's the evil aliens!

Put your helmets in super tint mode!

I still can't see where the light's coming from!

Let's split!

[rockets blasting]

They're still following us.

Not a whole lot of things to hide behind out here.

Head for the moon!

Now there's something I never thought I'd say.

[upbeat music plays]

[radar beeping]

I think we lost them.

Let's put her down.

[rockets blasting]

Time to scan for hostile lifeforms.

[electronic beeping]

Possible evil alien at 2:00.

But it's already past four.

I say we track it down before it tracks us.

It might be our only hope of saving the Alpha Centauris.

Moon ride, anyone?

I can so see me cruising Beverly Hills in this baby.

There it is.

For an evil alien, it's not very big.

Hey, what-- what's going on, man?

Ziggy!

Ziggy!

Ziggy!

We are so sorry.

We thought you were an evil alien.

Alien. Who are you guys?

Only your biggest fans.

Can you sign our moon buggy?

I'm a little tied up right now.

Oh, no.

[beeping]

Thanks.

It's these aliens.

They kidnapped me and my buds.

Supernova and Black Hole?

I cut loose, but they're still trapped.

Not for long.

[music playing]

[engine revving]

The place they took us is in that big crater over there.

Ziggy, when you released "Lunar Love Songs,"

I locked myself in my room and listened

to it over and over for a week.

When your "Galaxy Girl" music video came out,

I wallpapered my whole bedroom with the poster.

Well, as a college girl, I can appreciate not only

your danceable beat and magnetic stage

presence, but also the poetic subtlety of your lyrics.

There it is.

You stay here until it's safe.

You guys are my biggest fans.

[dreamy sighs]

[muffled moans]

It's the aliens.

They sound horrible!

It's Supernova and Black Hole!

What have those horrible aliens done to you?

[beeping]

Disappointing news, spies.

That alien scale you found isn't alien at all.

In fact, it seems to be manmade.

Manmade?

Then who made it?

And what is it?

[suspenseful music playing]

[muffled yelling]

Oh, no!

Sorry, guys.

[muffled yelling] - OK.

Settle down.

Pop stars are so high maintenance.

[muffled yelling]

[laser firing]

[screaming]

[music playing]

Ziggy, you saved us.

Of course.

You're my biggest fans.

[gasp]

It's the robot.

Look out!

Oh he wouldn't hurt a fly, but he might

smash a spy if I order him to.

[dramatic music playing]

Hey!

[SOUNDS OF STRUGGLING AGAINST

BONDS]

What's going on, man?

What's going on, as in on stage, is me in 53 minutes.

You guys, my former band mates, will be taking

a one way trip to the sun.

[maniacal laughter]

It wasn't evil aliens after all.

It was you!

Oh, I get it.

This is all part of your next big music video, right?

You save your band and your three biggest fans

from a big, scaly robot.

But, um, where are the cameras?

The cameras are down on the moon,

ready to broadcast my solo concert to millions of fans

on Earth.

Don't tell me you plan on doing that dumb space

opera you've been dreaming of.

It's not dumb.

If I stuck with you two, the band would probably

burn out in three years.

But my space opera is timeless, and it's you who

will burn out in three minutes.

You'll never get away with this.

Yeah!

I mean, who's going to play guitar and drums?

I will!

No thanks.

The Rockbot 3000 plays guitar, drums, keyboards, and bass.

It even doubles as a road manager,

vocal coach, and stylist.

Hey!

Put those down.

What do you think, Rockbot?

[growling]

You're right Too mod.

Have a great trip.

[maniacal laughter]

Hey!

[maniacal laughter]

[screaming]

He put us on a course straight for the sun!

Wow, I'm so hot.

You sure are.

All we have to do is get to the controls

and turn the ship around.

Just a little further.

Almost there.

[beep]

Oh, no!

Solar flare must have shorted out the whole ship.

You mean we're saved?

As if!

We're still drifting right into the sun.

And now we have no way of turning the ship around.

Well, at least things can't get any worse.

[laser firing]

Newsflash!

Things just got worse.

Guys, how about we scooch over that way before this thing,

like, totally frizzes my hair.

Wait.

Lift up your hands.

I just got new french tips, hello.

I know. the beam will cut through the handcuffs.

Ow!

Hurry.

It worked.

Now you guys.

[groaning]

Cool.

That was better than our laser stage show.

Wow.

You chicks are smart.

It sure pays to be a college girl.

Now to power up the ship again.

Maybe we can track the photons from the solar flares,

or use gravity to slingshot the ship around the sun.

Or just turn on the ignition.

and I'm not even a college girl.

[suspenseful music playing]

[beeping]

[rock music playing]

Welcome Earthlings!

Oh!

Ziggy is so cool.

Totally.

Just like you.

Yeah, maybe.

[electrical interference]

Hey!

What's happening to my precious intergalactic rock

opera?

It was time to pull the plug on it.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

The Rockbot is also in charge of security.

[screaming]

Hey, that's my bass, man.

Smashing instruments?

That's so before we were born.

[intense music playing]

Oh!

Guys, get it from behind!

[rockbot roars]

They took off, man!

Guys?

[engine revving]

[crash]

And I don't even have a moon license.

[explosion]

Ow!

Ugh!

[growls]

Sammy!

[growls]

[electricity crackles]

It's time for your solos.

All four at once.

[growls]

[rock music playing]

It's overloading.

[explosion]

Such a shame.

Burnt out so early in its career.

You ruined my one shot at solo stardom.

You did that yourself, man.

Hey, maybe we can still do a show.

Ha!

Without me you're nothing.

Not really.

All we need is another lead singer.

[rock music playing]

(SINGING) Boy, I know who you are.

You shine like a star In my constellation.

Oh, dear.

(SINGING) Boy, you're all that I need Hey, don't

make me plead for your love.

Mandy!

Mandy, wake up!

(SINGING) Boy, you're all that I need I need your love.

You shine like a star.

Shine like a star.

[cheering]

That was awesome!

It was so cool!

[bell ringing]

Hey, great concert, guys.

Way to go!

Nice pipes, Sam.

I can't believe it.

We're even more popular than before.

And we'd lose all that if you went to college.

Don't worry.

I'm staying right here at Bev High.

I could never leave you guys.

And I've gotta admit, it's great being popular.

Aw, look.

It's the Moonrock Sisters!

I can't believe you took part in that phony "moon concert."

Everybody knows it was faked.

And such cheesy spacesuits!

Ha-ha-ha.

What ever, wannabe.

Jealous much?

[door closes]

Chet, hi.

Um, about our date--

I'm not so sure, Sam.

Huh?

But you said--

That was when you were a college girl.

Now you're staying in high school.

Sorry, but I don't date high school girls.

But I'm as smart as any college girl,

and I plan to go to college really, really soon.

I'm sophisticated!

I really am!

Now, even though we girls share the same beach house,

we still need our time alone.

Sometimes Alex just wants to work out by the window,

and Clover likes to file her nails and watch TV,

and I love to study while lounging on the rug.

So, with just a little piece of tape,

we can all be alone, together. Hmm.

But what if I want a cappuccino, or Alex needs to feed the fish,

or Clover wants to go outside and work on her tan.

Then again, why put up fences when you can build bridges?

Um, a little help.

Guys?