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yesterday when we defeated this totally weird, totally evil baddie, which was

totally cool.

But then our mom showed up unannounced and discovered that we're spies, which

was totally uncool. And Mandy and her friends started acting like completely

wacky for no apparent reason, wearing tacky camo and trying to take us out and

stuff. Then we realized that it was because of the thuds that we took from

totally weird, totally evil baddie and accidentally spilled in our hot tub.

Anyway, Mandy stole our mom.

And even though they've forbidden us from doing any more spying, Totally

help it, because it's what we were born to do.

There's got to be something around here to help us figure out where Mandy took

our mom.

You mean something like that?

It's a brochure for the Sugar Flake Ski Resort.

That's it.

That's right.

That's got to be where Mandy's headed.

Her parents just built her a she -she new chalet there.

You're right.

She's been bragging about that place for months, trying to make everyone

jealous. Totally worked on me.

If that's true, then why would she leave this behind?

It'll lead us right to her. Because she's incredibly lame?

Or she might be trying to set us up, which means we better be careful.

In that case, maybe we should call in reinforcements. And I know just the 60

-something semi -balding man for the job.

Fortunately, he still hasn't given us his number.

Talk about being stingy with digits.

Looks like we'll be stopping by Whoop in person.

Hey, Jer.

Now remember, Gladys.

We've lost our top spies.

We must replace them with equally qualified recruits. How about those two?

Excellent.

I'm going in.

Excuse me, boys. I was wondering if you could answer a question.

Here, Gramps. Fire away.

If you had to choose between climbing an icy summit blindfolded, traversing the

ocean in a deflating lifeboat, or halting a locomotive with your bare

which would you prefer to do?

Ah, we prefer to go home and play video games.

Later!

Apparently, they don't possess the spy gene.

I'm beginning to think finding competent replacements for Sam, Clover, and Alex

is going to be a bigger chore than expected.

Looks an awful lot like a luxury ski resort.

Duh. We've got to be here too, you know.

Now, let's see how long it takes those spies to try and save their mommies. And

when they do, we'll be waiting for them.

Cody codes still work? Of course they do, Alex. I mean, just because we hit a

temporary snag with a rent doesn't mean we're banned from the building.

Access denied.

Hmm.

Access denied.

Okay, I know I'm tired from being up all night worrying about my mom, but

there's no way I'm typing in the wrong code.

Here, let me try mine.

Access denied.

Okay, not what I expected.

Let me give it a shot. After all... Oh, Gladys always did like me best.

Access denied.

Oh, yeah. She adores you.

Okay, enough games, Gladys. You need to stop goofing around and let us in right

now.

Sorry, you are no longer authorized whoop agents.

I can't let you inside.

So much for the whole once a spy, always a spy thingy.

You've got to listen to us, Gladys. It's an emergency.

Yeah, Mandy kidnapped our moms and we need to...

Jerry is currently out of the office.

The only way to see him is to make an appointment.

Fine. We'll take his next available.

Sorry, only agents are allowed to make appointments.

Have a nice day.

Oh, great. What are we going to do now?

I know.

I'll write Jerry a letter and tell him what's happened.

Awesome. After all I did. I promised Jerry we'd write.

Newsflash, girls.

Stale mail is, like, seriously prehistoric. I think it'll take days to

thing to Jer. Not if I send it air mail.

That's a brilliant idea.

Uh, only, how are you going to get it all the way up to Jerry's office?

Hmm.

Easy. I'm going to deliver it myself.

Be careful, Sammy.

Yeah, take one step at a time. And whatever you do, don't look down.

I did that once when I was riding the Ferris wheel at the Bev Hill Street

and I totally talked my good guy.

I think I'd be a lot more confident if you were quieter.

Right. Sorry.

Here goes nothing.

our next move, girls. Well, Jerry or no Jerry, we've got to get this show on the

road. And if we're going to go after Mandy and save our moms, we'll need some

sort of gadget to take them out with. But with Gladys giving us the icy cold

rubber shoulder, where are we going to get our gadgets from?

I know just the place.

Beverly Hills has a hardware store?

Yep. Even the rich and famous are do -it -yourselfers sometimes.

Speaking of doing it yourself, Let's roll.

This will be perfect for breaking and entering.

Who needs an expandable cable bungee belt when you've got a garden hose?

Low rent snowshoeing anyone?

These are bound to come in handy somehow.

And of course, what thigh would be complete without her sissy outfit?

Awesome!

I know!

Now, let's go find our mom.

Since the one -on -one random recruitment approach didn't work out,

ought to try something new. But what?

I know!

I'll place a classified advertisement.

Do you enjoy danger? Do you seek a life of covert thrills?

Then Woot has the perfect opportunity for you.

Hmm.

Gladys, how many times have I told you? If you want to practice origami, do it

on your own time.

That isn't my handiwork, Jerry.

Oh my goodness, it's a note.

From the girls.

Dear Jerry, Mandy and her two friends were turned into evil spy satins when we

accidentally dropped the inventor's thugs into her hot tub. Now they've

kidnapped our mothers and taken them to Mandy's Sugar Flakes Ski Chalet.

Please help!

Sincerely, Sam, Clover and Alex.

Gladys, prepare the chopper. I've got to help them right away.

Look at all these awesome chalets.

Totally. This resort is hot.

I'm surprised all the snow doesn't melt.

But where do we even begin looking?

Mandy could have hidden our mothers anywhere around here.

Why don't we start by looking in Mandy's chalet?

But how can we be sure that that's me?

Duh! That giant M clearly doesn't stand for modesty.

Well,

I guess that was easy enough to find. A little too easy. We better keep a low

profile. Mandy may be setting a trap. If she is, it'll be the pos - That's just

trap I ever fell for.

Let's hit it!

Here's the plan. You guys go around to the side windows, and I'll use the can

opener to unlock the back door. See you inside!

I've always been an automatic sprinkler kind of girl.

There they go. Just like horrendously dressed fly...

Humiliation time. How are we ever going to get up there?

I got it.

We can plunge our way up. Okay.

Well, let's make it quick. This is a new level of humiliation.

Okay,

I'm catching a mega hostile vibe here. What's wrong?

What's wrong is that we told you that this spy business was strictly off

-limits. Then the moment we leave you alone, you go right back to your old

I guess we thought that only applied to non -life -threatening situations.

But if you weren't spies in the first place, you wouldn't have to be saving

Hey, what gives?

We're locked in.

So far, this rescue attempt isn't one for the highlight reel.

I knew I should have gotten some sort of prying gadget at the hardware store.

Mandy person for a few hours, but he seems to have a real attitude problem.

don't know the half of it.

I don't even know what to say. Oh, great.

What now?

More grief about being spies?

You girls are awesome!

You really mean it?

Absolutely. And you work so beautifully together, like a well -oiled spy

machine. Well, truth be told, we're actually super spies.

That might be just...

And look at that. They've already apprehended those nasty villains.

You really should lock that Mandy girl up for a long, long time, Harry.

It's Jerry.

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