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[beeping]

[theme music]

[explosion]

Clover, head him off.

It's Sergei Siberia, the cyber thief.

He's headed right for you.

So it should say "Spring Frozen Yogurt

Social" in capital letters.

I'm thinking bright fuchsia with a mauve border.

[whoosh] Oh!

Excuse me! - Clover!

You let him get away.

Hey, that was a really important call.

This secret agent thing is really cutting into my me time.

Blue streamers for an Easter Dance?

It'll totally clash with the bunny.

Go with the dusty peach.

Cheerleading practice is 4 o'clock by the east bleachers.

I emailed everybody a new cheer cheer.

[laughing]

School spirit is falling at an alarming rate, girls.

Bad news for the School Spirit Club.

I want six new ways to love our school by 4 o'clock.

Mm-hmm.

Dear Fashion Club, Gretchen Bateman

has started wearing her father's ties as belts.

Look into it.

I smell a new trend.

Is it my imagination, or is Clover

in, like, a gazillion clubs?

A gazillion and one.

She just founded the Club Joiners Club.

Clover, your popularity numbers are through the roof.

There was a brief dip when you accidentally joined the Chess

Club, but you shot right back up after joining

the Popularity Club.

Thanks, Arnold.

I'll expect your next report on Wednesday.

Oh. [whimper]

Clover, this is getting out of control.

It is not.

I'm just doing what comes natural--

being popular.

But you're totally flaking on our missions.

And you haven't even been to the mall in weeks.

You must be in shopping withdrawal.

Not to mention that we miss you.

What do you say?

This afternoon, it is shop till you drop.

Sorry, guys, can't.

Got five club meetings right after math.

See you at home.

It's so tragic.

I never thought I'd see the day when

Clover lost the will to shop.

[sigh]

[bell ringing]

Bye, Clover.

Bye.

Bye bye.

Bye, Clover.

Bye.

See you later, Clover.

[thunk]

Mm.

Who knew being popular gave you mega frizzies.

Oh.

One part chlorine to two parts benzine.

I think it's three parts bromine to one part--

Or-- or was it two parts benzine

to three parts nitroglycerin?

Two parts bromine to four parts chlorine, then

raise the temperature to 98 degrees

Celsius before processing it in the centrifuge

for 15.8 seconds, duh.

Clover, are you OK?

Of course, I'm great.

I just love science.

Don't you?

You love science?

But you barely--

[scream]

Thanks, I needed that.

Clover, are you sure you're O--

[explosion]

[screaming]

Why are you screaming?

We've done this, like, a hundred times.

It means we've got a new mission.

You want to be whooped?

What about all your club meetings?

Who cares about school clubs?

I'm a spy!

[tapping]

Agent Clover, reporting for duty, sir.

Sergei Siberia is at it again.

Oh, that's right.

Someone let him get away last time.

He's robbing Beverly Hills Bank as we speak.

GLADIS.

Here are your gadgets.

How about a multi-function charm bracelet

for the charming Clover?

Alex will able to snag her favorite

bow with chic new tangle balls that store conveniently

in her fashionable sheepskin belt. And for the lovely Sam,

the new Facial Exfoliator 5000, which

doubles as a powerful tunneling machine

when you're late for that all-important date.

Oh, get on with it.

Whoa!

GLADIS, we have to talk.

[alarm ringing]

Whoa!

[bark]

[whimper] [gasp]

There he is.

He's getting away.

We can't use our jetpacks.

It's too narrow.

I don't need a jetpack.

[crash]

[crunch]

Whoops.

Hiya!

Whoa!

[crash]

Good job, Clover.

[grunt]

Hey, why is a cyber thief stealing boring stuff

like money and jewels anyway?

[chattering]

It's so rad the cafeteria opened up a sushi bar.

I just love these SoCal rolls.

You know, Clover is totally into sushi.

Where is she, anyway?

I've got it.

I crunched the numbers on our missions,

and our bad guy to closed case ratio just doesn't cut it.

By factoring in a series of bidirectional algorithms,

I calculated a way to improve our spying efficiency by 47.9%.

Sushi?

- Never touch the stuff. - Um.

Now, by restructuring our point of attack--

Hi, Clover.

Notice something different about me?

[gleam]

Anything would be an improvement.

Ugh.

My new Sunray Shades.

Aren't you jealous?

Of two sheets of translucent polyethylene

surrounded by molded plastic?

Ugh, no.

Why would I be?

OK.

Clover, the new cheer is cheerific.

We can't wait to--

Quiet!

Can you see I'm busy?

Help!

[clatter]

Wah!

[crash]

Uh--

Clover, you saved my life.

You're a hero.

[chattering]

Clover, will you join our club?

We'll make you treasurer.

No, no, and no.

Now hear this--

I officially quit every frivolous club I belong to,

and I don't wanna join any more, so just leave me alone.

Huh?

This is gonna be murder on her popularity numbers.

Hm.

You know Clover doesn't like us snooping through her stuff.

Remember the borrowed lip gloss incident?

Alex, Clover is our friend.

We are just trying to help her.

Well, looks fine to me.

Let's go.

What about the closet?

If you're looking for your suede pumps, I borrowed them.

My bad. She we should just--

[gasp]

Wow.

Way to accessorize.

Alex, these are high tech weapons.

[shing]

[gasp]

Hah!

Why would Jerry give her all this stuff without telling us?

Hm.

[pew pew]

[shout]

Oops.

Huh?

It's hair gel.

Hey, that's Clover's handwriting.

She made this stuff.

The Spider Claw.

The Immobilizer.

And most of these she's already built.

Bizarre.

- Exactly. - And brilliant.

Brilliant?

Jerry, she needs help.

And she'll get help.

I'm putting the entire WOOHP Weapons Unit on these designs

right away.

But, Jerry, can't you tell something's different

about her?

Absolutely.

She's finally become the fine-tuned, take-action spy

that WOOHP can be proud of.

BOTH: What?

You two should take note.

She's the ultimate WOOHP spy of the 21st century.

[whirring]

[gasp]

[shouting]

[footsteps]

She checks out well, Jere.

I tweaked the sezloid vector in-flight, doubled the speed,

tightened the turns 43%.

Don't baby her. [gasp]

Splendid.

Oh, forgot to mention.

[grunt]

[grumbling]

Here, boys.

These boys belong in lockup.

Just thought I'd round up a few bad guys on my test run.

[chuckling]

[yawn]

We're running low on villains, Jere.

Almost had time for a nap.

Next time, I assure you we'll have villains to spare.

But in the meantime, I'm very proud to present you

with WOOHP's 100th Villain Caught Award.

Thanks for the paperweight, Jere,

but we're wasting time here.

I'm up for another solo mission right now.

Solo?

As in without us?

Now?

Well, I'm sorry, Clover, but you've

nabbed virtually every bad guy we're currently tracking.

Every one?

I'm starting to think my talents are being wasted

at this second-rate agency.

[yoink]

Hey!

[laughing]

Amateurs.

[bang]

Whoa! [beep]

[crackling]

[screaming]

[thud]

[groaning]

Have mercy.

The Electro Magnetron.

Designed it on my lunch break.

[grunt]

Oh.

Marvelous, just marvelous.

Failure is not an option.

[beep] [whoosh]

[coughing]

Uh.

[footsteps]

Hm?

Hmph.

First, Clover's room, now Jerry's office?

What's with all the snooping around?

Well, we are spies.

I just need to do a chemical analysis

on Clover's sweaty handprint.

[beeping]

Huh.

Hydraulic fluid?

Maybe it came from the plane or something?

Maybe, but something's weird, I know it.

Trouble is Clover isn't gonna tell us what's going on,

but there's someone who might.

Why I steal jewels and money?

Why not?

You're a cyber thief.

You steal, like, super secret microchips and stuff.

Who put you up to it, Sergei?

I work for myself, like always.

It must be pretty boring in here, huh, Sergei?

I mean, all this time alone with no video games to play?

[sparkle]

Ah!

[whimper]

[straining]

You have Mutant Assassins 3?

[video game music playing]

[lip quivering]

OK! Geraldine hired me!

She used to run SPI, but she's now on her own.

She just used me as decoy to test Clover.

Can I have video game? Please?

Please?

Please?

BOTH: Geraldine?

Where is she now?

I don't know.

It like floating island way out in ocean.

Huh?

Now, please, video game.

[crying]

Video game!

[gasp]

Floating island.

Hm.

There's islands all over.

Which one is Geraldine's hideout?

Remember, her island is man-made.

Is there one that looks kind of weird?

Well, there is this little round one.

What's weird about it?

It's moving.

SAM: What?

[blink]

[gasp]

ALEX: Whoa.

Let's go!

This would be way cool if it wasn't so evil.

[cawing]

[zap]

Exfoliator 5000.

Let's see.

Caress, buff.

This is no time for a facial, Sam.

Here we go--

pulverize.

Hm.

[whirring]

Don't worry.

I'm not breaking out.

We are breaking in.

[grunt]

This is Geraldine's hideout?

ALEX: Oh, boy.

[rattling]

Alex, don't look down.

You kind of don't wanna look up either.

[babbling]

Run!

[scream]

[screech]

[screeching]

[shout]

[grunting]

[gasp]

[screaming]

[growl]

[laugh]

Nice to see you girls getting back to nature.

Let us go.

Now!

Oh, manners, ladies, manners.

I must say, I find Clover a tad more cooperative.

I knew it.

What have you done with her?

Just turned her into a finer spy than WOOHP could ever do.

SAM: Huh?

I couldn't shut you down with my squad of SPI super agents,

so I decided to destroy WOOHP from within.

[chuckle] Allow me to demonstrate.

[dripping]

Oh.

That's right, puss.

Drink up.

[lapping]

[crackling]

[growl]

[crash]

So Fluffy likes catnip.

Oh, I'll show you who else likes catnip.

[grunting]

[crash]

[creaking]

[grunt]

Wow.

This bionic woman works for me.

Not only that, she designed every booby trap on the island.

And all it took was just a few taps on the keyboard.

[crackling]

He gets so hungry this time of day.

[chuckle]

[gasp]

Nice kitty.

Hey, it's just a cat.

[crackling]

Just a vicious, carnivorous cat.

Wait, you're right.

It's just a cat, and cats like playing, right?

And what do they like to play with?

I think this cat wants to play with my throat.

No.

Balls.

SAM: Hm?

[clatter]

[purring]

That's right, kitty.

Isn't it fun?

[explosion]

[meowing]

[giggle]

[crackling]

SAM: Too bad we don't have nine lives.

Aww.

[crackling]

[hiss]

[scream]

[gasp]

[roar]

[scream]

Sorry, kitty.

Gotta blaze.

[meowing]

[buzzing]

We better call Jerry.

And then find Clover before it's too late.

[grunt]

Oh, the little fishies escaped the net.

Get them.

[scream]

[screaming]

[grunting]

I'd like the club that Clover's in now.

You can't outrun me.

You might as well give up.

You're the one who gave up.

Now!

Wah!

[thud]

That's hitting below the belt.

[crackling]

[gasp]

[scream]

Clover, she's controlling you.

Never!

I'm a master of self-control.

Now!

[whoosh]

[thud]

[scream]

[crash]

BOTH: That's called teamwork.

Uh-oh.

Ugh.

Partners only slow you down.

No!

[laugh]

Finish them off.

[scratching]

[grunt]

Where'd you get that?

From your closet.

It's the prototype.

[bang]

[whir]

[groan]

[clank]

Give it back!

[scream]

[laugh]

A true spy isn't made of gadgets.

[whimper]

[scream]

Wh-- what's-- what's happening?

Geraldine turned you into a machine.

[screaming]

No!

Not water!

[scream]

[splash]

[crackling]

[explosion]

[bubbling]

No!

My finest creation!

Is she OK?

The antidote.

Ugh!

Welcome back, Agent Clover.

What's with the cough medicine?

It worked on kitty too.

Aww.

ALEX: Clover.

Uh, Jere, a little help?

[bell ringing]

But-- what?

How?

The numbers don't lie, clover.

It looks pretty bad.

Oh, but now I'm even less popular than you.

Well, when you cut out of all of the clubs,

your popularity plummeted.

Oh.

This isn't happening.

Hey, I also got some good news.

You do?

We want you back in the Chess Club.

Now hear this-- to all my old clubs, please let me back in.

I-- I was just kidding before.

I'll do anything.

I'll even take the minutes and-- and sweep up afterwards.

Please, I wanna be popular again!

[echoing]

[cry]

[theme music]

Wow, can you believe it?

I mean, Clover was the most popular

girl in school, and then--

whoosh.

Gone in an instant.

You know, I don't even think anyone's asking

her for fashion tips anymore.

And when she walks down the hall, it's like she just blends

in with all the other nobodies.

In fact, no one even knows who she is.

CLOVER: All right.

We get it.

I mean, she is really fun and--

I mean, she's a great girl.

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