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[beeping]

[theme music]

[explosion]

[beeping]

(GASP) Incoming object!

That can't be right.

Ahhhh!

[explosion]

[beeping]

[yawn]

[yawn]

Hmm.

You guys notice anything different?

How could we not?

I mean, hello!

Could your morning hair be any more unruly?

I meant something different in the house,

something that's missing?

Like parents, rules, and responsibility?

Exactly!

ALL: Woo-hoo!

Homework is history.

Dinner for breakfast.

Breakfast for dinner.

ALL: Manicures every day!

Why not twice a day?

All shopping, no stopping.

VOICE: Ahem!

Huh?

[whoosh!] - Ha!

Ya!

Uh!

Who are you, and what are you doing in our shopping fantasy?

Hmm!

Ahh!

You didn't think WOOHP would allow you to live

here by yourselves, did you?

Actually, um, yeah.

Amusing notion, but not the case.

I'm Myrna Beesbottom, a former WOOHP agent.

I've been assigned to be your nanny.

Nanny?

You're not catching flies, ladies.

Mouths closed.

[cane tapping]

Excuse me.

Um, we don't need a nanny.

Apparently, Jerry thinks you do.

And judging by the way you keep house, I am inclined to agree.

Hmm.

Seriously, a nanny?

But we're, like, teenagers.

MRS. BEESBOTTOM: Precisely why responsibility

must be reinforced.

If you abide by a few simple rules,

you'll hardly know I'm here.

Um, exactly what kind of rules?

Unless on WOOHP business, curfew is at 9:00.

Junk food will not be tolerated. [screaming]

MRS. BEESBOTTOM: And there will be

no telephone privileges until all homework is completed.

[chatter]

No phone?

But what if it's something really important?

Yeah, like confirming a date.

Oh, yes.

That reminds me.

No boys.

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

Good morning, ladies.

I trust you've-

[shouting]

[screaming]

[gasping]

Thank you, GLADIS.

Ladies, please allow me to explain.

Mrs. Beesbottom's presence is not punishment.

In fact, I only have your best interests in mind.

[angry chatter]

Ah, tut-tut-tut.

Independence can be alluring, but you

need to focus on your missions.

Which brings us to the business at hand,

highly irregular meteor activity over the last 72 hours.

Shooting stars?

Can you say, big deal?

Actually, Clover, a great many of these

have struck the earth, including,

most recently, a major observatory.

Since most meteors are smaller than a pebble

and burn up in the atmosphere, I'm guessing

these would have to be huge.

Precisely.

WOOHP is inclined to believe that there

is something sinister at hand.

I guess I'm in.

Anything's better than playtime with Nanny Yells-a-Lot.

Very well then.

GLADIS?

GLADIS: Dispensing gadgets.

Magno go-go boots will align to walk on metallic surfaces.

Ice cream perfume will freeze any object on contact.

And one other item-

Oh!

You're giving us a car?

This so makes up for the nanny thing, Jer.

[sigh] The remote will provide you with a direct link to Mrs.

Beesbottom.

It's impervious to interference, and the blinking red light

indicates a message is waiting.

Oh, great.

Reach out and annoy someone. - Oh!

Girls, I expect you to behave on this mission.

Remember you're representing WOOHP, the World Organization

of Human Protections.

I think we get the gist.

[alarm sounding]

Another meteor.

Let's get you to your ship.

Ship?

What ship?

[screaming]

I barely passed driver's ed!

How does WOOHP expect me to fly a rocket?

Hold on!

I think I can level it out.

Wait!

Don't touch that!

[screaming]

OK.

Sam flies from now on.

SAM: No argument here.

The meteor!

We're in range.

I think I can calculate a trajectory.

[beeping]

It's headed for Moscow!

Keep up the pace!

You want to be cosmonaut, you must be strong.

Huh! Huh!

Huh!

That's it!

Lift those feet!

We'll never reach it!

It's going too fast!

Oh, yeah?

Let's see about that.

Firing acti-burners!

Uh!

Sorry.

I think it's time to cool that rock down.

Yeah.

Let's take a walk on the wild side.

How close can you get to that thing, Sam?

How close do you want?

[engine roaring]

[screaming]

Sorry!

Definitely not that close.

This time I'll bring her in slowly.

ALEX: That's it.

Almost there.

Just a little closer, Sammy.

OK, now!

[screaming]

10 seconds to impact!

[screaming]

Hup!

Hup!

Hup!

[engine roaring]

OK, time for a mega-dose.

[explosion]

[screaming]

[explosion]

MAN: Huh?

Ow!

What?

Huh!

You were very brave.

My students owe you thanks.

Oh!

Ah!

No problem at all.

We do this kind of thing all the- whoa!

Check it out!

Hm.

Whoa!

Time for an X-powder tuneup.

ALEX: It's not the X-powder.

It's the meteorite!

Look!

[beeping]

Whoa!

Freaky!

Yup.

This one has Jerry written all over it.

[beeping]

[bell rings]

OK, is it me, or is there something way

suspicious about this mission?

Yeah.

You mean the part where none of the cute Russian

boys we saved from a fiery doom gave us any digits?

No, the part where all these meteors seem

to be targeting spacey types.

Hey, you're right.

First the guy at the observatory,

then the cosmonauts.

But why?

MRS. BEESBOTTOM: Alex, Clover, Sam!

Oh, please, tell me our nanny didn't just

yell our names across campus.

When I go through the trouble of making you

a nutritious lunch, the least you can do

is remember to take it with you.

But we had a-

No excuses.

Sam, turkey and sprouts, Clover, roast beef on rye.

Hello?

A vegetarian.

Very well.

Peanut butter and jelly, crusts removed.

Hey!

No fair!

Life isn't fair.

Now run along and study.

Oh!

This is so humiliating.

It could be worse.

At least no one saw us.

Ah, sweet.

I wish my nanny cut my crusts off.

Oh, wait.

That's right.

I don't have a nanny, well, at least

not since I was, like, six.

[phone beeps]

Yeah, well, I, I, I've gotta take this call.

Ladies, it appears the meteorite sample

you sent has been exposed to an extremely

powerful magnetic field.

Tons of cosmic anomalies can cause that.

True.

But so can a Terradyne 4,000 magnetic flux resonator,

one of which happens to be aboard the recently

decommissioned global space station.

So if no one is up there, who's throwing the rocks?

Maybe it's aliens.

There's only one way to find out.

[engine roaring]

Gross!

People actually lived on that thing?

Yes.

Now we know why was abandoned.

Actually, it was abandoned because it's

in a decaying orbit.

I take it that's a bad thing?

ALL: [gasp]

[explosion]

Majorly.

[engine roaring]

Ooh!

[psychedelic music]

SAM: OK.

This is definitely not what I expected.

Ah!

The Age of Aquarius thing is so last season.

Whoa.

Someone has a thing against nerds.

SAM: Not nerds, astronauts.

This is the Russian cosmonaut we met.

And here's the astronomer that almost got smooshed.

Someone is definitely targeting them.

Ah!

Oh!

It's Ricky Rickerson.

Pop, I got me an astronaut.

Isn't he a dream?

VOICE: In my tribe, dearie, he's a nightmare.

I know you.

You're Miss Lady Luna, that wacky TV

astrologer to the stars.

I don't believe it!

When I called your hotline, your recording

said I would find true love.

And I did!

Six times!

Oh you're too kind, my little moonbeams.

Oh, welcome to my little celestial hideaway.

Um, love what you've done with the place, but you do

know this is gonna be a flaming ball of space junk any sec,

right?

Hmm.

Aries is in the seventh house of Saturn, dear.

Of course I know.

I've just enough time to finish up here

before I have to skedaddle.

Um, finish up what?

Just a little plan to exact revenge

on the station's final crew, crew

that should've included me.

ALL: [shriek]

I think maybe it's time you got your air tanks checked.

My ruling house was in perfect alignment,

and some pop star decided that he could take my place in line.

Guess he'll learn that when you grab the comet's tail,

you get burned.

So you're responsible for all those meteorite attacks.

Correct again, my star.

And you're doing all this because you didn't

get picked to go into space?

(laughs)

Ah!

According to my charts, it was my destiny.

And now that talentless kid will pay.

Talentless?

Ricky Rickerson is a totally gifted singer-slash-dancer.

Now step away from that thingie.

[laughing]

[poof]

[screaming]

So nice.

(LAUGHING) Oh, blind!

I can't see!

[coughing]

What did you do to us?

Just a little star dust.

That twinkle in your eyes should keep you out of my way

long enough. (LAUGHING)

You won't get away with this!

Oh, my cherubs.

According to my charts, I already have.

And they never lie.

Oh, yeah?

Ow!

LADY LUNA: A few little modifications was all it took.

Now I have my very own space age slingshot.

[explosion]

[beeping]

[coughing]

This one should make quite a splash in your hometown.

ALL: (SHRIEK)

Beverly Hills?

You could destroy an entire neighborhood!

Not to mention a mall, day spa, or yoga studio.

Not likely.

I've perfected the targeting system.

So I'm afraid Rocket Boy's moon has set.

Not if we get there first.

By my calculations, that should prove most impossible.

Oh really?

Why?

Our Venus isn't rising?

No.

I'm taking your ship.

Mine's damaged beyond repair.

And I would hate to miss our little star's newest hit.

(EVIL LAUGH) Ta-ta!

[engine roaring]

ALL: (GASPING)

I can see with all these sparkles on my face.

It's like some kind of pixie prom.

Can't we just open a window?

Hey!

That might actually work. Quick!

Activate helmets!

(GASPING)

[engine roaring]

[explosion]

[screaming]

Well, that's one way to clean house.

Houston, We have a problem.

SAM: Make that two problems.

If we don't get this thing back in orbit,

it's gonna be five extra crispies.

Whoa!

Firing retro-boosters!

Nothing!

It didn't work.

[beeping]

Heat shields are failing!

Clover!

Try to adjust our pitch.

I don't think it did anything!

[explosion]

Maybe if we re-route all the power to the auxiliary.

Yes!

No!

Maybe we should just get out and push.

Wait!

I got it!

Maybe going down in flames isn't

such a bad idea after all.

(LAUGHING)

[explosion]

I am very disappointed.

Letting an inferior villain such as that get the better of you.

All I can say is that I'm glad I'm only the nanny and not

your [inaudible] superior.

And if I'm not mistaken, there are three spies in this van

who forgot to floss today.

Yeah, we'll get right on that.

You can drop us off here.

[music playing]

Hmm.

Any second now, Mars, the bringer of war,

will have his say.

(YAWN) Hm?

(GASP) Ahhh!

Whoa!

LADY LUNA: No!

My predictions are infallible!

Oh, wow!

You three are amazing!

I owe you big time!

I'm happy to accept any and all

thanks on behalf of the team, perhaps over dinner tonight?

It's a date.

LADY LUNA: This was not in the charts.

You have ruined everything!

Well, I think you got your stars crossed,

lady, cause I'm predicting this!

On second thought, maybe I should check my horoscope.

You know, she really gives TV astrologers a bad name.

Let's go get her!

(GROANING)

Going somewhere?

Oh!

Silly girls.

Worked like a charm (LAUGHING).

Hardly.

Next time, check your back before talking smack.

Time to show me Miss Lady Loony how it's done.

Ha!

Uh!

Ah!

Ooh!

Uh!

Ooh, uh!

But who's showing who?

You don't think I spent all that zero-G training

sipping juice boxes, do you?

You're not the only one who can defy gravity.

Impressive.

But I have something much more powerful, star power.

And you know what the most powerful star is,

don't you, girls?

The sun.

[screaming]

(LAUGHING) And it seems as if your stars have finally faded.

[screaming]

ALL: Huh?

Huh?

What the-

Ah, sorry to break it to you, but someone just

pull your plug.

Wha- what?

Oh!

Mars must in retrograde.

Is it just me, or have you not understood a word she said?

[music playing]

It's before curfew, our homework is done,

and we've caught the wacky astrologer.

Can we please get a pizza?

Hello?

Anyone home?

So that would be a large mushroom and olives

with extra cheese, I presume?

Jerry!

Uh, where is Mrs. Beesbottom?

In hindsight, a nanny was a bit excessive.

Since you proved you're able to ask for help when you need it,

I think you'll do fine on your own.

This is awesome!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

JERRY: However-

Huh?

I should inform you that I've instructed

GLADIS to keep an eye on you.

GLADIS?

How can she do that?

[beep beep beep]

ALL: Oh!

Hey!

If you'll excuse me, I have a date to get ready for.

Oh!

GLADIS: Warning.

[inaudible] mode initiated.

Date unauthorized.

(SIGH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I had a totally awesome dream last night

that I could, like, fly, but not with jetpacks,

just by myself, but not just by myself,

with birds, lots of birds.

I think it means something.

There's, like, some sort of cosmic message here

that's, like, totally structured for my karmic chi.

I think all that money I spent on Lady Luna's psychic web

line finally paid off!

Or maybe I should just steer clear of the chipotle sauce

before bedtime.

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