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[theme music]

Looks like another quiet night in the world

of high tech security.

Not a bad entrance for a spy reject.

Hey, hold it right there.

Abort mission.

Abort.

Isn't college life the best?

Yeah, it is.

Not only do we have a killer new pad,

but thanks to our totally relaxed schedules,

we also have a ton of freedom.

So, what shall we do first?

Hit the beach?

Cruise the mini-mall?

Take in a freaky student art flick?

I vote for all of the above.

Right after we check out our new mailbox.

Hello, ladies?

How are you today?

[screams]

We were fine, dear, until you scared the heck out of us.

What in the world are you doing in there?

Ah, yes.

I'm here to collect this month's payment for room and board.

Room and board?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about your penthouse suite.

You didn't think you were staying there for free,

did you?

Well, yeah.

We thought it was like a totally cool perk.

I'm afraid your perky days are over, girls.

You have until the end of the week to pay up.

After all, that's the way it works in the real world.

Cheerio.

Wow.

Who knew college living came with such a hefty price tag?

I hate to say it, but I think we have to get part time--

Whoa!

No, don't say the J word.

Alex is right, Clover.

Unless we want to give up our roomy room,

it's goodbye freedom.

Hello, jobs.

Sam, work the register.

Alex, swab the tables.

Clover, grab the beans.

Any questions?

Yeah, like when do we get paid?

When you actually do some work.

Now, get to it.

Hello.

Bossy taskmaster much?

Look on the bright side.

At least we get all the free drinks we want.

Yeah, I'm sure our new jobs won't be that bad.

I'll have a mini gold milk latte

with a wheat germ infusion.

And I want it like pronto.

Mandy?

Ew.

What are you losers doing here?

Duh, we only transferred Malla U so we could stay BFFs.

But the bigger question is, why are you here?

Weren't you supposed to go to some lame ski school in Aspen?

She like totally changed her mind when she found out she

could hang with yours truly.

What?

Say hello to my cousin, Mindy.

And make that two gold milk lattes, losers.

OK, now that's what I call seriously disturbing.

I don't know about you guys, but suddenly I'm

not feeling so good.

Sorry, Verge, but we're going to have to leave work early.

But it's your first day.

Exactly why we shouldn't overexert ourselves.

See you tomorrow.

Later, lame-os.

Uh, just when we thought our Mandy days were behind us,

no we've got to deal with two of her?

And like the second one has a totally annoying accent.

If only we could do some spying

and get our minds of all this campus chaos.

Hey, check it out.

It's a new course called espionage 101.

No way.

A class that actually teaches you how to spy?

Well, considering we're actual spies,

maybe we should sign up and get an easy A.

Yeah, let's do it.

Huh, I wonder why the class is being held

in such a strange location.

I'm sure it's just a gimmick.

You know, to give it a more authentic spy feel.

Well, it's totally working.

The hairs on my neck are in full on porcupine mode.

Maybe are easy A won't be so easy

after all on account it looks like our prof didn't show.

Perhaps you might want to recheck

your facts, spy wannabe.

Huh?

Welcome to Espionage 101.

I'm Professor Fremont, world renowned secret agent.

Now prepare for your first lesson.

[gasp]

Excellent apprehension.

If I didn't know better, I'd say you three were old hats

in the world of espionage.

Who, us?

Please.

We don't even know wear hats.

Yeah, we're like total espionage newbies.

Still, I think you'd be the perfect team for a little class

exercise I have planned.

Um, what kind of exercise?

We'll be recreating a famous spy event from the past.

Are you in?

Yeah!

Wow.

This sure is a fancy schmansky recreation, Professor.

Here, Mal, your tuition dollars hard at work.

Now let's begin, shall we?

20 years ago in an event dubbed Operation Vulture,

a double agent breached security at a compound

similar to this one and still a lethal weapon

without being detected, which is why

this is considered the most impressive

undercover job ever executed,

So, where do we fit in?

You'll play the infiltrators and attempt

to retrieve the weapon, though I doubt you'll be as

successful as the real spy was.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

OK, girls, time to ace this assignment.

Well, let's start with a little workout.

Talk about realistic.

The prof sure didn't miss any details in his recreation.

Freeze.

Look, he even hired actors to play security guards.

Really good actors, too.

But not good enough.

Come on.

Oh, the old dangling drainpipe routine.

Now all we got to do is flip inside.

The fakey weapon must be inside that crate.

But how do we get it past those fakey guards?

I've got an idea.

Clover, you up for a little wardrobe change?

You kidding?

I was born ready.

Careful, Professor Fremont is watching us, remember?

Right.

Guess we're going to have to do this the old fashioned way.

Here goes nothing.

Up there.

Uh, oh.

So much for the stealthy approach.

OK, Alex, pull us up.

Sorry, but we're already at maximum capacity.

This is too easy.

Professor F is really going to have to step up

the effort on his recreations.

Tell me about it.

We barely even broke a sweat.

Whoa!

OK.

Time to put this diamond to bed, a lead bed that is.

Hm.

Now, that's what I call an A-plus effort.

Aren't you guys so amped that we

nailed that mission last night?

Totally.

Missions are like way fun when there's no pressure.

Only, wasn't it kind of weird that Fremont seemed so happy

when we gave him the crate, like he really believed there

was something valuable inside?

Well, he was probably just stoked that to have three

students like us in his class.

Stop what you're doing and put your hands in the air.

Rue much?

You said we had by the end of the week to pay up.

Clover, something tells me those aren't WOOHP agents.

You're right, Sam.

Let's bolt.

Not so fast, ladies.

Who are you and what do you want with us?

I'm Mr. Franklin, Dean of Students.

These government agents are placing you

under arrest for stealing the Inflatus Project.

The what? What is what?

Don't play dim with me, girlie.

Now where's the weapon?

Honestly, we don't know what you're talking about.

Unless you're talking about that crate

we fave Professor Fremont last night.

Professor Who?

Professor Fremont, our Espionage 101 teacher.

There's no such professor or course at this university.

Now cuff them.

But, but you have to believe us.

We're telling the truth.

Believe this.

You three are officially finished at Malla U.

Finished?

We just got here.

What's all the commotion?

We're trying to meditate and stuff.

Hey, what gives?

The fashion police finally catch up to you losers?

I got dibs on that super sweet dorm room.

No doubt.

I am completely stressing about all of this.

Tell me about it.

The thought of Mandy and her little crony

trying to weasel their way into our fab new digs

makes me want to hurl.

Actually, Clover, I think she was talking about us

getting arrested for stealing.

And the worst part is, we didn't' even do it.

The more I think about it, the more I'm starting

to think that maybe we did.

Sam, reality check.

We were doing a recreation, as a designer impostor mission much?

Or maybe this was all just an elaborate setup

to get us to steal a real weapon for a fake professor.

Good point.

I mean, why would a world renowned secret agent

be teaching a class at Maui U?

And if he's so renowned, why haven't we heard of him before?

Because, we got duped, which is

why we need to call Jerry ASAP.

Hey, where are you?

You're late for work.

The floor needs sweeping.

The scones need baking.

The foam needs frothing.

Um, hi, Virgil, we're like really sick.

And we can't make it to work today.

What?

Can't make it to work?

It's only your second day on the job.

Sorry.

The doctor will be here any second.

Gt to go.

Wow.

I hope he's not too mad.

Virgil seemed pretty hyper.

We can worry about that later.

Right now we'd better dial WOOHP.

Hello, spies.

Ready to wire me the rent money?

Forget about that, Jerry.

We're in big trouble.

Oh, my.

Big trouble in the big house.

Don't move, girls, I'll be there in a flash.

Don't move?

Where does he think we're going to go?

[scream]

[coughing]

Wow.

You weren't kidding when you said you'd be here in a flash,

Finally, the tool to help me carry out my revenge.

Now, for a little test.

And then he was all like, there's no Professor

Fremont at this university.

And we were all like, uh, yeah there is.

And he was all like, you're coming with us.

That's utterly remarkable.

That's not all that remarkable.

According to WOOHP records, Operation Vulture

never existed.

So we were actually just doing Operation Sam, Clover, Alex.

It would appear so.

You'd better check this Fremont character's background.

Looks like our world renowned spy is really a spy reject.

Seems like no one wanted him to be on their team.

He was turned down by every respected

spy agency in the world.

Guess the F in Professor F stands for failure.

So now the question is, what exactly

did Fremont have us steal?

The Inflatus Project.

Dean Franklin mentioned that.

So what does this Inflatus thingy inflate?

Anything it wants.

It was designed as a top secret weapon with the capacity

to expand objects of any mass to hundreds

of times their natural size.

Well, now we know what was in the crate.

But what would Fremont want with a weapon like that?

My guess?

He's planning on inflating his seriously sagging ego.

Earthquake!

That was no earthquake.

Our terrestrial WOOHP sensors have detected that the planet

has just expanded by 2%.

Which means Fremont's using the device

we stole to enlarge the planet.

Awesome.

Does that meant the beaches just got bigger?

Trust me, Clover, this is not a good thing.

I've located the origin of the disturbance.

Malibu University.

Then we better get over there before he

pops Earth like a balloon.

You'll need some gadgets.

Take the self-propelling exploding ink pen,

the ever expanding bubble gum, and the keys

to the WOOHP jet, which is equipped with [inaudible]..

Sweet.

The jet is for official business

only, as in no joy rides to Paris.

Good luck.

There's Fremont's cave.

Put her down, Alex.

Thanks to our affwaddies, we didn't even get our hair wet.

Affwhatties?

Oh. sheesh.

I was just kidding.

Look.

The Inflatus machine Jerry showed us.

And just as we thought, Fremont gave it a test run.

No wonder you were so adept at yesterday's mission.

My top spy students are real spies.

You never told us you had a PhD in phony.

Maybe you should change the name of your class to Lying 101.

Or better yet, why don't you take a nice long sabbatical

in the WOOHP Prison.

And abandon my revenge mission to expand

the earth until it explodes?

No chance.

So you're willing to destroy yourself

in order to get revenge.

Negative.

I will be carrying out my plan from the safety

of the ultra high tech spaceship I built.

Um.

Spaceship?

More like scrap ship.

So if you're a professor or a spy

and you're definitely not a space engineer,

what exactly can you do?

Acquire your assets.

Steal our jet?

You know, I would not get on Jerry's bad side if I were you.

He's annoying enough when your on his good side.

Don't worry.

Mr. Underachiever's plan will never get that far.

Grr.

Sorry, rookie.

Class is still in session.

Whoa!

Look out!

How dare you turn a cute sea creature against us?

Let us out now!

You'll be out of your misery soon enough

if the effects of my device don't get you

first, the rising tide will.

Over and out.

What do we do?

We can barely move inside this shell.

Which makes me wonder how clams don't

totally get claustrophobic.

I have my hand on the ever-expanding bubble gum.

Clover, open your mouth.

OK, ew.

This gum tastes disgusting, like Limburger cheese.

Whoa, guess Jer invented a new flavor that only he would like.

Clover, there's no time to waste.

Grossy flavor or not, you got to keep chewing.

And besides, I'm sure Jerry had

some high powered toothpaste that will

get rid of your bad breath.

Eventually.

Fine.

But Jer owes me a new toothbrush.

[pop]

Come on, girls, let's get this faker.

Hm.

Grr.

Look.

Fremont attached the Inflatus to the bottom of our jet.

And he's already starting his lame plan.

[laser sounds]

Huh?

Look out!

Getting attacked by a rogue forest, that's a first.

Ah!

Those spies are good, but they're

no match for my mail order spy training

and imaginary expertise.

[evil laugh]

Girls, the situation is dire.

You must stop the Inflatus immediately

or the world will explode in mere minutes.

Uh, don't you think we're aware of the sitch, Jer?

[gasp]

Ow!

Hurray for expanding skyscrapers.

Even Jer's hologram is annoying.

[laughing]

Oh, great.

As if things weren't bad enough, now we have

to worry about getting singed.

Well, don't.

Because I've got just the gadget to stop that beam,

the self-propelled exploding ink pen.

[grunting]

Oh.

Can't say I didn't see that one coming.

Let me try my penmanship.

Nice shot, Sammy.

No rival agent is going to sabotage my mission.

Time for a little spy versus spy.

Oh, no.

The Inflatus is inflating again.

And it's headed this way!

I've got an idea that will shut Fremont down for good.

Follow me.

We're going to fight back with donuts?

Exactly.

Let's go.

Oh!

[crash]

Who knew the WOOHP Jet was vulnerable to a donut?

Jer better work on that.

[laughing]

Excellent work, girls.

Now that we've managed to deflate the planet,

we should promptly return this device to its rightful owners.

We'll take it back, Jer.

Since the dean booted us from school,

we have plenty of time on our hands.

You'll be pleased to know that I've already smoothed

things over with your dean.

You can return to Malla U immediately.

Awesome!

By smooth over, why do I think you

mean WOOHP erased his memory?

Um, no comment.

But I will say that WOOHP has officially erased

the rent on your penthouse.

Consider it my gift to you.

Yea!

Thanks, Jer.

Awesome!

That reminds me.

We better get back to Malla U and make sure

Mandy and Mindy haven't taken it over.

Get ready for some butt kicking,

girls, because we're not giving up

our posh pad without a fight.

[gasp]

Phew, looks like we got all worked up over nothing.

Don't worry, Virg.

We're here now and we're ready to work.

Oh, I'm not worried.

In fact, I've already found replacements for you.

Uh, huh.

Gross.

Did you ladies have a get of jail free card or something?

I can't believe you freaks messed up such an awesome job,

free drinks rule.

Sorry.

But even if this gig kind of stinks, it's ours.

Here, Virgil, we got you a little present.

Little?

This is the biggest bean I've ever seen.

You three are officially rehired.

In that case, later lame-os.

Whoa!

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