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[solemn electronic chord]

[bright electronic chord]

[theme music]

[upbeat music playing]

[bell ringing]

[students cheering]

Dude, this is it.

High school is permanently done-zo!

Seriously, bro, who knew senior year

would go by so quickly?

If only our Bev High days could last forever,

but like, they still can't.

Don't be so sure about that.

[suspenseful music playing]

[mellow music playing]

Aw, I can't believe we're actually splitting up!

It's like, sadder than the time I accidentally put

Ollie in the washing machine.

Don't worry, Alex.

We'll still see each other, at least on spy missions.

It won't be the same!

With us going to college, and Clover going

to the Fashion Academy of Do's and Don'ts, we're certain

to drift apart.

[thunder crackling]

Um, speaking of drifting apart, where's Clover?

ALEX: Clover?

Clover?

CLOVER: I'm in here, and I can't find the outfit I

bought for graduation anywhere!

Must've packed it by accident.

Why not wear something else?

After all, you do have the largest

wardrobe rotation in school

Yeah.

It's not like no one will know what you're wearing anyway.

It'll be under your cap and gown.

Hel-lo!

I'll know!

And as a future student of FADD, I bear a certain amount

of stylistic responsibility.

Now get over here and help me look!

Whoa!

Since when do we get ocean breezes inside the house?

Something tells me this storm is of the unnatural variety.

And I have a feeling its name is Hurricane Jerry!

[girls squealing]

This is crazy!

How can Jer be sending us on a mission on graduation day?

Actually, today's mission belongs to me.

It seems I've got to get you ladies to graduation on time.

On time?

But we aren't even running late.

Yeah, it's only 7:50.

Graduation isn't till 11:00.

JERRY: According to WOOHP's GPS system,

it's 10:50, which means graduation

is in precisely 10 minutes.

How's that possible?

Oopsie.

My bad. - Alex?

What did you do?

I set the clocks in the house back three hours

so we could stay up later last night

and spend more time together, only I kind of forgot I did it.

SAM AND CLOVER: Alex! [girls clamoring]

Oof. Oh, my.

[GRADUATION ATTENDEES CHATTERING]

With killer rags like these, we

are sure to be the best-dressed grads at Bev High.

[cackles]

Heck yeah!

So top.

So, where you gonna land the jet, Jer?

I'm afraid there's no time for that.

You girls will have to jump. - [gasps]

Jump?

But I'm wearing pumps!

And I'm wearing slippers!

Not to worry.

Your gowns are actually high-tech WOOHP parachutes.

A simple tug of your tassels will deploy them.

Uh--

JERRY: I'll meet you at graduation as soon as I can.

Cheerio!

[girls yelping]

ALEX: Cool.

Uh, not cool!

What kinda brake's on this thing?

Forget the brakes.

Prepare for a crash landing!

[heavy thudding]

[surprised gasping]

Hey, that wasn't so bad.

[mandy screeching]

Speak for yourselves!

You just ruined my designer grad gown,

and my grad-maids' dresses!

I can't wait to graduate and get away from you

losers once and for all!

[CAITLIN AND DOMINIQUE GRUMBLING]

[drum rolling]

[gasps]

You hear that, girls?

[stately orchestral music]

[AUDIENCE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING]

They're playing our song!

Which means it's time to say goodbye to our last moments

of high school togetherness.

Not before a majorly emotional group hug, we don't!

[alex sniffles and wails]

[girls wailing]

GIRLS: Best friends forever!

Hey, Chet!

Don't you know that a varsity jacket is not

the official graduation setup?

You can't go on stage like that.

Yeah, even for the homecoming king.

Don't worry.

I've got it covered.

Because there isn't going to be any graduation.

[ominous music playing]

[jerry muttering nervously]

[shoes squealing]

[jerry humming nervously]

Oh.

As your prestigious valedictorian,

let me be the first to say goodbye and good riddance.

[shocked gasping]

That's right.

From now on, you'll have to find someone else to do

your homework, and wear your Kick Me signs,

'cause ole Arnold is movin' up and movin' out!

Not if I have anything to say about it.

[electronic chirping]

[gas hissing]

[surprised gasping]

[suspenseful music playing]

[groggy sighing]

Hey, what are we doing back here?

Was graduation just a dream?

Ee!

I must still be dreaming.

Otherwise, why would I be in my jammies at school?

Unfortunately, I think we're wide

awake, which means whatever's going on, it's way weird!

Morning, Blings!

Chet here with a few announcements.

There's a scrapbooking club on campus called

The Best Years Of Our Lives.

See me for the sign up sheet.

On Friday nights, there'll be a prom

reenactment held in the gym.

Don't forget to vote for yours truly for prom king.

Again!

[laughs]

Finally, all classes are hereby canceled.

Now please join me for a rousing pep rally in the quad!

OK, what's wrong with this picture?

You mean the part where Chet appears

to have taken over the school?

Or the part where he started a scrapbooking club?

[clover scoffing]

Either way, it's disturbing, which is why we're going to get

to the bottom of it ASAP.

Come on!

Hey, where'd all the underclassmen go?

Maybe they took the day off.

Along with the faculty and staff?

We can figure that out in a sec.

Right now, I need to stop at my locker

for a quick wardrobe change.

[shocked gasping]

Forget about a dream.

This is a total nightmare!

CHET (OVER LOUDSPEAKER): Gimme a B!

Gimme an E! - What's that?

CHET (OVER LOUDSPEAKER) : --V!

What does it spell?

Bev!

Sounds like the Beverly Bling fight song.

That's it!

PJs or no PJs, it's time to get some answers.

[suspenseful music playing]

[cackling]

Nice ensemble, fashion failure.

Only you would show up to a group abduction

dressed so pathetically.

[scoffing]

More like fashion forward.

Of course I wouldn't expect a FADD

reject like yourself to know PJs are the hot new trend for fall.

[flamenco music playing]

[mandy squalling]

[clover and mandy screeching]

Uh, girls?

I think we have Bigger things to worry about than clothes.

CHET: Gimme a B!

Gimme an E!

Gimme a V!

What does it spell?

Bev!

[girls gasping]

Go Blings!

I hope you're all as excited as I

am to be here, 'cause this year is gonna be the best year ever!

[excited chattering]

Oof.

But high school's over, Chet.

We're supposed to be graduating.

High school is never over at the new Beverly High.

It lasts forever!

Forever?

[nervous huffing]

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the Bev High reproduction I created

for all of us to live in.

Now the best years of our lives can last a lifetime!

ARNOLD: Forget it.

There's no way I'm going through high school again.

Now outta my way!

[shocked yelping]

[girls shrieking]

[chuckling] Oopsie.

Don't want to do that. [frightened gasping]

You see, the new Bev High is fortified with

an impenetrable security fence.

And if anyone else tries to escape,

they'll be forced to work in the school kitchen.

Have fun!

I'll be in the gym setting up for tonight's prom

if anyone needs me.

Okay, it's official.

Chet's completely gone off the deep end.

Talk about not being able to move on.

It's like he wants to relive his glory days over and over again.

Maybe that's not such a bad idea.

If we stayed in Chet's freaky fake high school, then

we wouldn't have to separate from each other.

[girls giggling]

Aw, as nice as that sounds, Alex, we can't stay.

Sammy's right.

We need to call Jer for a rescue, pronto!

Apparently, the new Bev High is out of my service zone.

In that case, we'll just have to capture Chet

and force him to let us go.

How are we going to do that?

I mean, just 'cause the guy's a dumb jock

doesn't mean he's stupid.

Simple.

We're going to use some bait to distract him.

Bait?

[mandy cackling]

Forget it, Sammy.

I'm not asking Mandy for anything.

Clover's right.

Besides, there's no way she'll ever agree to help us.

Trust me.

[suspenseful music playing]

Remind me again why I agreed to help

you losers and risk being relegated to kitchen duty?

Because, if we don't get out of here,

we'll have to spend an eternity together.

Well, what are we standin' around for, people?

Let's do this!

[jerry snoring]

Oh my.

I must have fallen asleep.

Guess the girls are right.

I am getting old.

MANDY: Hey Chet, wanna sign my yearbook?

There's an open spot right next to the last place you signed.

Sure thing, Mandy.

OK, girls.

Time to show Chet who really rules this school.

GIRLS: Hi-yah!

[chet gasping]

CHET: Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Showing you our school spirit with a little

impromptu volleyball game.

ALEX: Hope you don't mind being the ball.

[scoffs]

It's going to take more than the three of you

to take me down, or have you've forgotten I'm also captain

of the Bev High wrestling team?

[grunts]

[pained grunting]

Hm.

SAM: Hi-yah!

[shrieking]

[blows thudding]

[chet grunting]

CLOVER: Hi-yah!

[chet grunting]

[blow thudding]

[blades rasping]

[combatants grunting]

Uh, Mandy?

Mind giving us a little help here?

Help?

Why would I give you help?

I'm just an innocent bystander who loves her faux school.

Yeah!

[chet roaring]

[girls shrieking]

[chet grunting]

[girls groaning]

Go Team Beverly!

[electronic buzzing]

[ominous music playing]

GIRLS: Whoa!

CHET: You girls just bought yourself a stretch

in the Bev High kitchen.

Happy cooking with your new recruits!

ARNOLD: Hey, Chet!

Good buddy!

Now that you have these girls to work in your kitchen,

how about letting your old Bev High chum out of here, huh?

[sycophantic muttering]

Not a chance.

[blow thudding]

[arnold yelping]

And I like my meatloaf well done, but not too dry.

I can't believe it!

Things have gone from way bad to way worse!

Tell me about it.

This kitchen is the pits.

Who's talking about the kitchen?

I'm talking about Chet making me wear this nasty polyester

lunch lady outfit!

[grunts]

Forget about your fashion crisis, Clover!

We need to find a way out of here.

It's no use.

I've looked everywhere.

There's no escape!

Mm!

Hey, this fridge isn't even real.

It's made out of cardboard.

So is the stove.

Ouch!

[sam gasping]

Whoa!

Even the grapefruit is fake fruit.

I mean, hel-lo!

Low-budget baddie much?

The weird thing is, for a fake kitchen,

it's really hot in here.

Well, you know what they say.

If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.

[alex grunting]

Looks like this leads to the roof.

Come on!

[girls grunting]

Hey, wait for me!

Great.

Out of the frying pan and into the sauna.

Where'd Chet build this place?

The Sahara Desert?

Apparently, he didn't realize his

invisi-shield would cause a mega greenhouse effect in here.

If we don't get our fellow grads out soon,

there won't be anyone left to graduate.

[students gasping]

We better hit it before Chet finds out we escaped.

Hold it right there, girls!

GIRLS: What?

Are you kidding?

This guy's more stalker-y than Jer!

[arnold grunting]

Hey girls, wait up!

I'm stuck!

Sorry Arnold, gotta run.

We'll come back for you later!

[girls grunting]

[chet growling]

[chet cackling]

[distressed shrieking]

[girls grunting]

I think we lost him.

[girls gasping]

[explosion booming]

Oh yeah?

Well, you better tell Chet, 'cause

I don't think he got the memo.

Not another step, Bev High haters!

[grunts]

[girls shrieking]

[explosion booming]

[chet grunting]

[explosions booming]

Wow, Clover.

I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be running

away from a homecoming float.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

[chet grunting]

Hi-yah!

[explosion booming]

[distressed shrieking]

[explosions booming]

Come on, let's give this crazy quarterback the slip!

GIRLS: Huh?

[chet chuckling]

[float rumbling]

Hah!

Looks like we got away unscathed.

Yow!

[surprised gasping]

OK, maybe a little scathed.

Hey.

This just might be our ticket outta here.

OK, you don't seriously expect me to get

down into that dirty hole and--

[shrieking]

[spitting and yelping] Look at me!

I'm covered in dirt and worm poo!

We'll go to the dry cleaner later.

Right now, we have to call Jerry.

Hello?

Jerry, it's us.

You're not gonna believe what just happened!

We were kidnapped by Chet, the football captain,

and taken to a fake Beverly High with the rest

of our graduating class.

Then we were locked in a fake kitchen with fake food,

but we escaped through a vent in the ceiling.

And then we dug our way under a freaking force shield

and totally thrashed our manis!

Oh, my.

Everyone's parents must be worried sick!

I'm on my way.

[jet engine whirring]

[electronic trilling]

[clover sighs happily]

This sky uni is like being reunited with an old friend.

ONBOARD COMPUTER: Autopilot engaged.

Here are a few more old friends,

along with one new one.

The kazooka, a kazoo with a powerful bazooka function.

The molecular separating perfume,

and the infrared motion detector heat sensor sunglasses.

Thanks, Jer.

Speaking of heat sensing, can you

use the jet's climate detector to take a temperature

reading inside the dome?

One temp reading coming right up.

[electronic beeping]

130 degrees!

That's like being inside a tanning booth in the Valley.

Precisely why you need to get back down there

and save everyone, promptly.

Come on, Spies.

Let's blitz the QB.

[girls cheering]

[theme music playing]

[spray hissing]

[distorted warbling]

[girls grunting]

As a gadget, the molecular separating perfume

totally rules.

[coughing] But as a perfume, it totally reeks.

[suspenseful music]

Whew!

This heat is brutal.

No doubt.

It reminds me of the time the AC in my convertible broke down

and I had to roll down the windows to cool off.

Only there's no windows to roll down here.

SAM: Exactly why we have to find the source of the dome's power

and shut it down.

I'm on it.

[electronic trilling]

It's under the fountain.

Come on!

[annoyed grunting] Everybody stay calm.

We'll have this place cooled off in a sec.

MANDY: This is all your fault!

If you losers hadn't rebelled and made Chet angry,

he wouldn't have turned our posh prison

into a heinous heat trap!

Our fault? As if!

Have you totally forgotten how you sold us out?

[frustrated yelping] - Uh, Clover?

Save it for later.

We've got work to do.

OK, everybody outta the fountain!

What are you waiting for?

[explosion booming]

[distressed clamoring]

Not very subtle, Sammy, but definitely effective.

[surprised grunt]

I'm glad you girls came back.

Now I can discipline you properly.

Oh great.

Here comes the one-man homecoming committee again.

Time to show this class clown that school is officially out.

[float rumbling]

[chet chuckling]

[ominous music playing]

[girls grunting]

Hah!

[chuckling] Enjoying the ride, ladies?

Yeah, it's a real blast, but why should we have all the fun?

[girls grunting]

[chet yelping]

Ow!

[float crashing]

[chet screaming]

No!

Nice going, Clover!

You saved our skins, literally.

Hey, there's the kazooka!

[high-pitched whistling]

[explosion booming]

[girls grunting]

[students cheering]

[upbeat music playing]

I'm sure gonna miss that fountain.

It was such a part of my childhood.

Uh, Alex? It's a fake, remember?

Oh, right.

Never mind.

[shield warbling and crackling]

[breeze and students sighing]

[students cheering]

We did it!

We destroyed the shield!

[chet growling]

CLOVER: We destroyed the shield, and not a moment too soon.

My ends are starting to split.

OK, Spies.

Let's round up Chet and get back to the real Bev High.

[girls gasping]

[techno music playing]

[mechanical rumbling]

[chet grunting]

OK, now I know where Chet's budget went.

[students yelping]

[chet chortling]

What do we do now?

SAM: We run!

[artillery blasting]

[girls grunting]

GIRLS: Whoa!

[explosion booming]

SAM: He's got us pinned down!

If we try to make a run for it, we're toast!

Oh yeah?

Let's see how Chet likes this tune.

[chet growling]

[kazooka buzzing and fizzling]

Oh, no!

It's out of ammo.

OK, time for a new game plan.

I'm all over it!

[alex grunting]

[machinery rumbling]

[chet growling]

[alex grunting]

[electronic beeping]

Hey!

[yelping]

[debris clattering]

[clover laughing]

Way to go, Alex!

Yeah!

You're a way better quarterback than Chet!

I'm not through with you girls.

I'm going to build a better school, and a better float,

with armor plated roses!

And then you'll see--

[screaming]

Ah.

[jet engines whirring]

Hey, Jer!

You got room for one more?

JERRY (ON COMMUNICATOR): I'll see what I can do.

Now shouldn't you girls be getting back to more important

things, like graduation?

Help!

[upbeat music playing]

[students laughing]

[bell ringing]

This is it, the last time we'll

ever be in school together.

Isn't there some way we can make it last a little longer?

Uh, guys?

I was thinking.

What if we drop our plans for school

and go to college here instead?

You know, together, at the University of Malibu?

Works for me!

Count me in!

[girls cooing]

Splendid idea.

See what I mean?

He can be so stalker-y.

Now that that's settled, I just

wanted you to know that Chet's attitude is being adjusted

by WOOHP agents, and he'll be eligible for graduation

next year.

As for your other classmates, we've erased any memories

of their traumatic abduction.

GIRLS: Thanks, Jer!

We graduated!

Mali U, here we come!

[theme music]

[solemn electronic chord]