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[music playing]

I don't rememver seeing a carnival here before.

It's so charming.

Let's go for a rude.

Sure, why not, honey.

[sceraming]

Beverly Hills Glamour Girls, take one!

Just pretend the cameras aren't here, honey.

Hmm, I wonder what could be keeping them.

Is

Clover!

What is going on?

Surprise!

I signed us up to be on the hit reality show

Beverly Hills Glamour Girls!

You mean you signed us up to be on some stupid reality show

without asking?

Hello, Beverly Hills Glamour Girls isn't stupid, Sam.

It's highest rated teen show on television.

We're going to be stars!

I don't care, Clover, it's a total invasion of privacy.

Conflict.

I love it!

This is exactly what Glamour Girls needs.

Wait, you're not filming us, are you?

Because I desperately need to re-gloss.

Glossing can wait.

We need to talk to you alone.

How are we supposed to star in a reality show?

We're undercover spies, remember?

It's no biggie.

We'll just work around the whole spy thingy.

Hey, where did my Glamour Girls go?

And where is my cappuccino?

Morning, spies.

Sorry to have disturbed you so early.

You didn't disturb us, Jerry, Clover did.

Yeah, for the first time I'm actually glad we were WOOP-ed.

At least we're away from all those nosy TV cameras.

Cameras?

Oh, you're just upset because they busted

you in your flannel footies.

I should be so lucky.

I mean, hello, wearing a towel here

Oh my, so you are.

OK, fine, so our glamorous day started out

a little unglamorous, but trust me,

once you girls get on board the fame train,

you're so gonna love it!

All right, ladies, we really need to get started.

People have been reported missing in Toronto.

Thanks, Jer, that really narrows it down.

Yes, well, all we have to go on

is the missing persons reports that have been flooding in.

There have been 10 in the last hour.

Why don't we map out where the people

lived and average it together?

It might show us where they were headed when they vanished.

Good thinking, Sammy.

Calculating coordinates now.

Wow, your new assistant is like top notch, Jer.

Yes, yes, very impressive.

Can we focus, please?

Looks like all the homes are within two

miles of the Toronto beaches.

Toronto!

You know what that means!

Um, a trip to the Great Lakes?

No, real maple syrup.

And now for the gadgets.

Today you'll get the Heat Sensor 6000 infrared motion detector

sunglasses with binocular function,

the sonic disintegrator boom box,

and three henna tracer tattoos.

Extra, extra, fashion newsflash,

Jer, arm band tattoos were so last millennium.

I'll make a note of that.

Good luck on your mission, ladies.

This place is a ghost town.

Nothing but a whole whack of Carnival Diablo fliers.

Great, there's only one thing that

freaks me out more than ghost towns and that's carnivals.

That's weird.

There's no record of the city issuing

a permit to Carnival Diablo or any other carnival

in the last 20 years.

Then we'd better go down and take a closer look.

OK, so either their maid is totally lame

or Carnival Diablo left town in a hurry.

Not that I'm complaining.

Hey, check this out.

Ah!

What's going on?

Sam! - Get it off!

Help!

Your hand!

It's turned into a claw.

Ew!

See, this is why I hate carnivals.

Even the mirrors are freaky.

I'll get this to Jerry for analysis right away.

Then we'd better get back to school,

home room bell is in 20 minutes!

But I can't go back to school with my hand like this.

Especially not with Clover's TV crews poking around.

Oh, don't worry, I'll think of something.

Uh, are you sure you're OK, Sam?

I'm fine.

Nothing a little butter sauce can't cure.

Voila!

The answer to Sam's little problem.

That;s your idea of an answer? No, no.

I don't care how freaky my hand looks,

I am not wearing that tacky thing.

Um, Sam, you may want to rethink the glove.

Oh no!

Oh, fine.

But if I start a new fashion trend, I'm switching schools.

And, action!

Hi, I'm Clover but my friends call me fabulous.

And my friends call me outta here!

Me too.

I guess when they couldn't have moi,

Beverly Hills Glamour Girls changed

it's focus from pretty and popular to freaks and geeks.

Jealous much, Mandy?

Or is envy green the hot new skin color for spring?

Whatever.

Hey, what are those?

Uh, just our compact alarms.

Yeah, they go off whenever our foreheads get shiny.

If you'll excuse us.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Any results yet on why that mirror turned

my hand into a freaky claw?

Unfortunately not, but another Carnival

Diablo has popped up in Brazil.

We'll check it out.

No problemo.

Good luck.

Wait, there is a problemo.

To get to Brazil we have to get past Hans.

Three carnival freaks, coming up!

Good thinking, Alex!

OK, even the highest heel in my shoe collection

could not prepare me for this.

This is so weird.

In Toronto the carnival couldn't pack up and get out of town

fast enough and here it's the star attraction, with milling

crowds and everything.

Yikes!

Looks like Carnival Diablo has been around a long time.

There's something going on here, girls.

Look!

Help!

Hey you!

Stop!

Sam, hurry!

I'll be right with you

Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.

Whoa, tres Versailles.

I think I'm in love.

Hey, look, you guys, there's a piece missing.

Maybe this is where that weird mirror came from.

Let's hope not.

That weird mirror tried to turn you into a crustacean,

remember?

I hope you all enjoyed the ride, because it's the last one

you'll ever take again as you.

Are these just the demented ramblings of some insane guy

or am I supposed to understand them?

In my prime, I was known as the Octopus Boy.

Hey, you're that kid from the poster.

You'd never know he had extra arms

in there, who's your tailor?

A proud family tradition eroded

by today's ridiculous excuse for a carnival.

But I'm going to change all that.

You will now finish your ride in my Hall of Mirrors,

where it will turn you into a wondrous freak like me.

And together we'll create the greatest show on earth.

Oh no, we're next!

Ew, body lotion 911, people, I'm blue and scaly.

At least you're not the Elephant Girl!

It's gonna take a whole team of Beverly Hills finest

to remove this nasty trunk.

Don't worry, girls, I'm on it.

Stop her!

Gotcha!

Not quite, fur ball.

Ahh!

Sorry, but a belt doesn't really go with this outfit.

If you let go, I'll let go.

I'll get help and be back ASAP.

The results from the lab just came in.

The mirror is a mercurial compound capable of altering

a person's DNA.

So that's how the ringmaster's turning people into freaks.

Freaks?

My hand is just the beginning.

As in, Clover and Alex are now more

zoo than Beverly Hills fabu.

Oh dear, that doesn't sound good.

Speaking of not good, the carnival just packed up

and skipped town.

How am I supposed to help them now?

The henna tracer tattoos.

They must be inside.

How can I get close to them without being seen?

Hmm.

OK, I've heard of togetherness,

but that's a tad extreme.

I may be a fish, but I still have rights.

Now let me outta here.

No can do.

Besides, doesn't everyone want to be in show business?

For your information, I already am in showbiz.

I'm a Beverly Hills Glamour Girl.

Huh, what was that?

Nice move, Sammy.

You could totally be in the carnival.

You think?

Because I've always had a thing for the trapeze.

Hello, in a cage here.

We can talk about your bizarro carney fantasies later.

Right, sorry.

Thanks!

My pleasure, but we're not done yet.

Did you learn anything else from the head freak?

Let's just say the ringmaster's thinking bigger.

Much bigger.

OK, that is not good.

It gets worse.

Into the hall, like some carnival ride gone mad.

That could turn an entire audience into freaks

in a matter of minutes.

I think that's the point.

We have to stop this from happening.

Their trip to Paris definitely spells glamour but-

Will you excuse us for a sec.

OK, spill, how did Hans know where to find us?

Would you believe it was a coincidence?

No.

All right, all right.

I called him.

It was a moment of weakness.

I missed being a star, OK?

How can you be a star when you're elephant-esque?

I thought I'd be back to normal by now.

We don't have time for this.

Come on, we have an audience to save.

That's it!

I know how we can stop the ringmaster.

We gotta cut the power.

I've got it.

I think it's rusty.

Hey, what do you know!

The Pilates class is really paying off.

Help, I cannot see!

Where did my Glamour Girls go?

Oh no!

The ringmaster has backup power.

I couldn't leave something this important to chance,

now could I?

Why not?

It certainly would have made our jobs a lot easier.

We haven't got much time.

Alex, stop the ride.

Clover, distract the camera crew.

I'll handle the ringmaster.

Done!

OK, we've already tried to stop the ride

and that didn't work.

If only I could stop the mirrors.

I think you should stay for the show.

You might get a kick out of it.

No thanks.

It's all just a bit too freaky for my taste.

Mirrors, meet the sonic disintegrator boombox.

Hey, where'd you go?

Time to finish you off!

There.

What should hold you.

Now there's something you don't see every day.

What happened to Clover and Hans?

And then, in second grade, in a carnival much like this one,

I won the Little Miss Butter Churn pageant.

I knew right then my calling was to make the world

a more beautiful place.

For the millionth time, honey, what is

up with the elephant costume?

Please?

Patience, Hans, I'll get to that.

Now, where was I? Oh, right.

Then in third grade--

Think we should Rescue Hans from Clover?

Nah, I think Hans can fend for himself.

Against Clover?

No way.

Good job, ladies.

See you back at home.

We'll see you soon, Jer.

When Clover's gonna be finished is anybody's guess.

Here you go, Sammy, fresh popcorn, extra butter sauce.

Ha ha, very amusing fish girl.

I'm just glad the WOOP scientists were able to make

everyone normal again.

Entire weekend before my skin stopped feeling scaly.

OK, ready or not, girls, it's glamour time!

This week we follow Mandy--

Mandy?!

You've reached the voicemail of Hans--

You Hans is too chicken to even pick up.

I don't get it.

Why would he replace us with Mandy?

Let's face it, Hans needed a star

and we already have jobs as international spies.

What can I say?

With my hair and fashion sense, I was born to be on TV.

That should've been my line.

You've reached the voicemail of Hans--

Poor Clover.

She'll be yesterdays news tomorrow anyway.

I think after being elephant girl for a while,

I have this whole new appreciation for inner beauty.

Like, teens can be so shallow and all, I'm not going out

with my hair looking like this.

Or, ew, like, who wears Jordan jeans anymore?

But really, it's the inside that counts.

Because like, hello, looks fade and then what do we have?

We have what's inside.

Duncan's here and like only the most awesome gorgeous guy

at school-- on the inside.

Duncan!

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