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Okay, so just to bring you up to speed, our moms found out that we're

international spies and they had a big -time hissy forbidding us from going on

any more missions.

Then Mandy turned all sorts of weird and decided that she and her friend's new

hobby was taking out spies, starting with yours truly.

And when they couldn't get up the first time, they decided to take our mother

hostage instead.

But when we tried to rescue them, it was a total set -up. We ended up battling

it out with Mandy, Dominique, and Kate, land on a caseload. Then, when Jer

finally got around to showing up to help us, his helicopter caught a major leak

avalanche. So basically, no more us.

Any luck?

I'm afraid not. We've been at it for hours now, and there's still no sign of

girls.

I know the situation looks dire, but I promise we won't stop looking until

scoured... Bouton.

time baddie, I've got to think up a suitable demise for you.

I am taking you to the place where I do my deepest thinking.

I realize it's difficult to accept, but we've looked everywhere.

If they were on that mountain, Whoop would have found them. But I saw Alex in

action, Jerry.

There's just no way she could have gone down that easily.

The same goes for Samantha.

Her spy skills are quite extraordinary.

Whoop's search or no Whoop's search, Clover and the girls have got to be out

there somewhere.

to believe that the girls are okay just as much as you do. But I think it's time

we all face the possibility that they might not be coming back.

Jerry, I just got word that an emergency phone call was sent from Gabby's cell

phone.

I must have dropped it earlier when we were attacked at the groove.

Our girls must have found it. I bet they're trying to send us a signal.

Try and lock in on the location of the call ASAP, Gladys. As soon as she finds

it, I'll go after the girls. We're coming too. Absolutely.

Our daughters saved us, and now we've got to save them. I'm afraid that's

completely out of the question. Only legitimate whoop agents are allowed on

missions. Well, then, it looks like you're going to have to train us to be

legitimate whoop agents. But there's an entire screening process, a background

check, a written exam, a physical analysis. Then, of course, the Board of

Governors has to ratify each prospective candidate, not to speak of the whole

spy gene issue.

And I suppose I could streamline the process a bit and train you to be

spies, eh?

After all, I have been looking for new recruits.

before he could send out his whole evil shipment.

So, you're telling me that this junk turns enemy when it comes in contact

the despised sessions?

That's right. And if you let us go, we promise we'll help you and your friends

get back to the simple shell of teens you once were.

If you're going to become successful interim spies, you're going to have to

both your physical and mental abilities.

Now, imagine that this is the scene of a crime, and it is up to you to find the

hidden clue.

Well, there's no way we're going to find anything in this mess. I'll get the

broom.

No, wait! You're contaminating the... Now,

imagine

that I'm a criminal, and attack me.

But we're much too shy for that. Couldn't we try something less

taunting you?

I said, attack!

As a spy, there are times when you may have to pursue an assailant. Now,

that I'm a bad guy and capture me.

I hope this is safe.

now would be a good time to take a break.

What am I doing in the fountain with these two nasty spies?

Oh, don't worry.

You won't be here much longer, spy trash.

I'm the one calling the shots around here. And I say both of you are going

Awesome. We can sell tickets to this. Or better yet, put it on pay TV.

I am going to chew you up and spit you out.

Now the sea sphere is taking care of themselves.

Oh, I'm beginning to think becoming spies wasn't such a great idea after

Perhaps we just aren't cut out for this line of work. Maybe you should go after

the girls without us, Larry.

It's Jerry.

And I know it's difficult, but you must remember what's at stake. Your daughters

are out there at the mercy of Mandy and her evil cronies. He's right.

Our girls need us. We can't just give up.

That's the spirit. Now, what do you say we get back to work? Let's do it.

Congratulations on becoming official interim Whoop spies, ladies.

Now I know where the girls get their excellent spy genes from.

Jerry, I've exhausted all Whoop resources that can't track down the

the girls' phone calls. No offense, Gladys, but that's not good enough.

Okay, let's get a satellite triangulation of all cell phone usage in

hours. Then we'll isolate my phone's particular radio wave and reverse

transmission to pinpoint the exact origin of the call.

We have a match!

Remarkable work, ladies.

Can this be right?

It says they're at the groove. If this is another one of Clover's elaborate

schemes to go shopping, I'm going to ground her for life.

Let's give her the benefit of the doubt. Now, come on. We'll take my chopper.

Hop in back there. I'll drive.

Oh, dear.

I do hope she's a better wheel man than her daughter.

The girls are fighting with each other. And it appears to be more than the usual

you borrowed my stuff without asking kind of fight.

Steady the chopper, Jerry. We're going in.

Not without gadgets, you're not.

Here's the sonic disintegrator boombox, the expandable vintage bolo purse, the

multi -directional magnetic ring, and last but not least, some ice queen

perfume. Good luck, ladies.

I mean, interim spies.

Girls, what are you doing? You're supposed to be best friends.

You fight villains, not each other. Why do I get the feeling these three are

spies? Yeah, I'm catching a whiff of that, too.

Talk about keeping secrets.

What do you say we call a temporary truce and band together and take out

spy moms?

Agreed.

Clover, I don't know what this is all about, but we can just sit down like

proper ladies and work it out.

One problem, Mother. I'm not a proper lady.

I'm a spy assassin.

Darling, it's me, your mom, remember?

All I remember is that I despise spies.

I usually try to stay out of family matters, but this is an exception.

This is what the girls were talking about in their letter. I've got to

antidote.

Oh, Mommy, dear it.

This may just do the trick.

Okay, girls, not sure what's happened to you, but we're still your mothers, and

you have to show us some respect.

Don't worry. We plan on respectfully putting you out of your misery. In that

case, let her rip, Carmen.

you don't remember being spy satin? Uh, dear, you must have us confused with

Mandy and her toadies. They're the ones who hunt spies.

Uh, speaking of which, where are they?

Hey, where do you think you're going?

We've got a situation at Whoop. Mandy has just broken the inventor out of

prison.

Mandy and the inventor?

What are those two doing in cahoots? I don't know, but if they get their hands

on the rest of his shipment of suds, we spies are in serious trouble.

Then we'd better get going.

What do you mean, we?

I'll explain on the way.

suds around the world and create an indestructible army of spy seconds.

Awesome! And they can sport, like, way top outfits. Yeah! And have totally

opposite sports cars.

And together, we'll rid the world of spies forever.

There'll be no one left to interrupt my work.

Yeah, whatever.

Now, about your hair, I gotta be totally, brutally honest. If we're

you have to do something with it.

Go get them, ladies. I'll be here if you need my help, though I doubt you will.

What? How did you lasers survive my ingenious plan to rid the world of you?

And why did you bring your mothers along?

Because we support whatever our daughters do. Now prepare for a major

Gear up, spy -thassons. Here's the spy -racer, laser -efficient spy -ball, and

my acid -venom spider.

Okay, these gadgets have just gone from lame to silly.

Whoa! This one's seriously strong a razor.

Good thing I took that clogging class last semester.

Apparently, looks can't kill.

Let's keep the odds even. My tradition work now.

You can't keep us in here. I don't suppose after all this is over you'd be

interested in having dinner with me?

With hair like that, I wouldn't be caught in public or private with you.

With all the hair criticism?

It's meant to give me cred in the bad scientist community.

Then let's get unstuck.

Nice going, Gab.

Good job.

Well, all in a day's work for a spy.

Say your goodbyes, lame -os. There's no one here to save you now.

Except for us.

Hey,

let me out of here!

Not bad for an old bag. The purse, that is.

If you won't date me... I might as well put you out of commission.

In your dreams, pal.

So long. Bye.

Once I introduce the set to the world, there'll be nowhere for you to run.

We've got to stop that plane.

But how? We don't have any gadgets.

You do now.

Thanks, Mom.

You saved the day. And tied your outfit together quite nicely.

The inventor has been sent back to his cell. The remainder of the thuds have

been destroyed, and I've administered the spy assassin antidote to your

classmates. Let me know if you think they've gone back to their old selves.

Okay, could someone please tell us where you're taking us?

Yeah, we've totally had enough surprises for one day.

Why tell you when we can show you?

No way!

Way?

So does this mean we can go back to living together?

That's right.

And what about keeping our jobs as super spies?

You can do that too, but only if you promise not to keep any more secrets

us.

By the time we're done spilling our beans, you'll have enough for a zesty

-layer dip.

Good. Now give your mothers a hug before we get going.

You're leaving?

But we were just starting to have fun.

Being undercover agents was enjoyable, but from now on, we'll leave the spying

to you girls.

Way to spoil a special mother -daughter moment, dear.

Sorry, but I've got some exciting news.

The Board of Governors has accepted the applications from your mothers to become

full -time WHOOP agents.

Full -time WHOOP agents?

We were going to tell you. But we didn't want you to worry. And besides, a

little secret between mothers and daughters never hurt anyone, right?

Wrong. Which is why we're going to have to punish you. You're hereby sentenced

to one week's grounding with us at our beast house. There you go.

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