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Ah, so fragrant, so foamy, so sinister.

My sons will surely go down as the most memorable product in evil invention

history. Not if we have anything to say about it. Now drop the bottle, inventor.

It would be my pleasure.

Okay,

now that was just plain rude.

Not to mention messy.

Come on, girls.

Right there, you right -after -Labor -Day -wearing super freak!

Sure thing!

Right after I introduce you to a few of my latest anti -spy endeavors!

Meet the Spy Fly, a robotic fly programmed to attack spies.

I'm going to have to reprogram that one.

Behold Spivey, a fast -growing ivy designed to entangle spies.

I

don't

think so. Next.

This one is an evil virus designed to infect... spies.

I call it the Spira.

And I call it Lay.

As in your evil invention days are officially over.

But I was just starting to have fun.

Tell it to someone who cares.

Like your whoop prison guard.

Speaking of whoop, we better bring a sample of suds back to Jerry for

getting wackier and wackier.

They're the wackiest.

Good thing we're secret agents or else our job would be way too embarrassing.

Uh -oh.

Incoming!

Talk about embarrassing.

We almost got taken out by a bunch of birds.

Luckily, no one can see us up here.

to check out the fab new chalet my parents had built for me.

It, like, redefines mountain peak chic.

What's happening?

Yeah, what's with all the funky sun?

It's, um, the new jet function my dad had installed.

It's supposed to make you feel like you're soaking in an extra foamy cup of

Glad this day is over. Me too. I mean, a girl can only take so much excitement

in one day.

Hmm?

Surprise!

What are you doing here?

Well, we were all talking about how long it's been since we've seen our girls.

And about how much we missed you.

So we thought, why not fly in from Europe and surprise you?

Oh, you surprised us all right. Girl, what are those peculiar outfits you have

on? These?

These are our pajamas.

Yes, that's it.

Right, because we were just about to have a slumber party.

And what are those strange looking things on your back?

feeling, you girls, of trying to hide something?

Hide? We're not trying to hide anything.

Good, because you know how mothers feel about their daughters keeping secrets.

Trust us, we're completely secret free.

Hey, it's official!

We're totally busted!

Sorry to call you in so soon after your last mission, girls.

But Whoop is having an enrollment crisis, and I need you to help me find

new recruits ASAP.

They'll do no such thing.

Oh, my.

That's it. I want you girls to explain what's going on here immediately.

And this time, it had better be the truth.

Go ahead, ladies.

The truth is we're undercover agents working for the World Organization of

Protection, which is this way important association for global good run by

Jerry, where we defeat all sorts of... International baddies.

We've always wanted to tell you about it, but couldn't risk revealing our

identity. For our safety. And for yours. But now that you do know, we're like

totally hoping you'll understand.

The only thing we understand is that this is going to

end right now.

Absolutely. You are to give up your CDC.

I'm sure that's exactly what the person responsible for corrupting our innocent

daughters would like us to think. Now, step aside, Gary.

It's Jerry.

Whatever. Sam, Clover, Alex, you are to move back to your respective homes right

away. No more beach house for you, young ladies.

No more beach house? You can't be serious.

Oh, we're...

all right, which is why we'll be sticking around Beverly Hills until

notice. Now, you say your goodbyes, we'll be outside.

Uh, where exactly is outside?

Gladys, would you kindly show the girls' mothers the way out?

My pleasure.

you're upset, but you girls need to understand something.

Even though you may not be working for Whoop anymore, being spies is something

that's a part of you, and no one, not even your mothers, can ever take that

away. Thanks, dear.

That's totally sweet of you to say.

Oh, I'm not being sweet, Clover. I'm being literal.

You see, you girls, along with all the other Whoop agents, share one thing in

common. You all possess a special spy gene.

Wait a sec.

Are you saying that being a spy is something that's in our DNA?

our moms just forbade us from working for Whoop, who's technically still

Precisely. Uh, no offense here, but why didn't you tell us this info sooner?

I was waiting for the right moment, and considering the current situation, I

thought you might need some cheering up. Well, it totally works, because now

that I've got this whole spy gene thingy going for me, I'm feeling like a major

superhero. Glad to see you're taking it in stride. Speaking of taking it in

stride, what should we do about our moms?

Yeah, they seem pretty mad.

There's only one thing you can do.

Be patient. I'm sure they'll come around eventually.

In the meantime, I'm afraid I'll need to confiscate your spy accoutrements.

Adios, old friend. I'll miss you.

What do we do about our spy suits?

Three civilian ensembles coming right up. Thanks, Gladys.

At least we get to exit this place in style.

I guess this is goodbye for now. Yeah.

Thanks for everything, dear.

We'll write you every day.

I'll look forward to it. Now, farewell, girl, and good luck.

With mothers like yours, you're going to need it.

So, what do you say we hit the groove and buy some cute outfits for lounging

around the chalet?

and head to the salon for some snowsy mani -pedis. I've got a better idea.

Why don't we load up with really cool gear and hunt down and eliminate...

I know that you're disappointed, Samantha, but trust me, being a spy is

dangerous a job for a girl like you.

Yes, Mom.

I'll go get the rest of your things from the car. Then we can talk about safer

career options, like being a librarian or a foot doctor.

Let's do it.

Isn't this special mother -daughter together time wonderful, sweetie?

Oh, yeah.

Grocery shopping, real special.

And now that you're done with this spy business, you'll have plenty of time for

more important things, like finding a nice boyfriend.

But I don't want to find a nice boyfriend, Mommy. I want to go back to

what I do best, going on secret missions. Okay, then. Mommy has a very

secret mission for you. Go find me a nice jar of pickles.

be around here somewhere.

You always look so innocent in the jar.

box like four times already a nice long walk it's the perfect way to clear your

mind and make you realize that being a spy is nothing a proper lady should be

doing if you had your way ladies would never set foot out of the kitchen what

was that darling nothing mother i'll catch up to you in a sec gotta tie my

Duh!

surprise me at this point.

Guys,

you're going to totally flip when I tell you what happened.

A pickle ambushed me at the door.

I stand corrected. That is surprising.

Only it wasn't really a pickle. It was Caitlin.

Dominique did the same thing to me at my mom's house. And Mandy just went all

sorts of ninja on me.

And get this, somehow she knew I was a spy.

No way.

Way. I say we sneak over to Mandy's house tonight and snoop around for some

ants.

a lot like spying to me. We promised our moms no more missions.

Hello? I'm not talking about doing any actual spying. Think of it more like

investigating.

Okay, what's with the for sale sign?

Is this someone's idea of a joke? Must be our mother's work. And something

me they aren't joking. We can deal with that later. Right now we have to figure

out why Mandy and her cronies are trying to rub us out.

Hey, look!

Isn't that the sample of suds we brought back for Jerry? Yeah, wonder what it's

doing at Mandy's house.

We must have dropped it when those birds swarmed us. And with our mother showing

up unannounced, we totally forgot to send it to Whoop.

Uh -oh.

It's half Etsy.

You don't think any of it got into Mandy's hot tub, do you? I seriously

it. All right, troops, get around!

Being a spy is a lot harder when you don't have spy gear and a spyware. If

we could get closer to that window.

Okay, starting to think maybe some studs did get into the hot tub.

There's going to be a second wave? The first wave was bad enough. Which is why

we need to put an end to this right now.

Hold it right there, Clover.

Mother? Stop spying and come down from that tree this instant, Sam.

You too, Alex.

On the double.

I couldn't agree more.

Really? Yes. We have to do something about you three constantly disobeying

You insist on keeping secrets and going on missions.

So you've left us with no choice. You're no longer allowed to see each other.

As in, we can't hang out anymore?

Or talk on the phone. Or send emails.

of control we need to do something to make them respect us whatever it is we

need to get tough you're right i think i'll give sam a surprise phone call

now to check up on her

I don't believe it.

Suds contains the exact spy gene Jerry told us about the other day.

Suds. Simple -minded users destroy spies.

So that means when exposed to the gene, Suds users are turned into super

-charged spy hunters.

Hello? Sam, this is your mother. I just wanted to check up on you. Are you

staying out of trouble?

Yes, Mother. Just doing my homework.

Okay, then.

I want you in bed by the time I get home from the groove, understand?

All right.

Good night, Mom.

That's the lattes! Bye, Mom!

Yeah, we're coming with us!

Mom?

Are you there?

Mom?

Mom? Oh, no.

This must be the second wave. I better call Clover and Alex.

Stay away from us, you thugs!

Yeah, right.

Your daughters are the ones who are the thugs. Yeah.

If they weren't five, we wouldn't have to rub you up.

You see?

More trouble. Trouble caused by the spy business.

But if Mandy touches a single hair on my mother's tragically outdated cloth,

she'll seriously regret it.

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