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[solemn electronic chord]

[bright electronic chord]

[theme music]

[electronic chirp]

[heavy rhythmic music playing]

MASTER MARIO: How would you like to be buff enough to crack

walnuts in your armpits?

Or do a two-hour workout in two minutes?

Or use your washboard stomach as an actual washboard?

If you want to reach the physical pinnacle of perfection

like me, then order my ultimate workout system today!

[mellow upbeat music playing]

[sighing] So, that's a lo-cal twist-o

mocha splash and an oven-fresh cranberry croissant.

[huffing] With tax, that's $18.11.

MAN: Thank you.

[upbeat music playing]

Hey guys!

Welcome to Mali-U Cafe.

How can I perk up your day?

I'm already perky.

But you can make me a decaf caramel froth-o grande to go.

Clover, you know that's like, the hardest drink to make.

Wow Alex, you look overworked.

You seriously need a break.

Yeah, Alex.

How about coming to the gym with us?

[groaning] I'm dying for a workout.

Who's talking about a workout?

I'm going to scope out babelicious boys.

[dreamy music playing]

[gasping] But I'm here for another two hours.

Major drag.

Make sure my froth-o's extra froth-oey.

And I'll have a double caf African roast inverted latte.

Britney, please tell me you're not thirsty.

Oh, I'm really thirsty. [steam whistle hooting]

Make me the most splenderiffically

refreshing drink you've got.

[alex growling]

No prob, Miss Splenderiffically Perfect.

Decaf froth-o, double-caf latte, and one cinnamon-spice

double-steamed Alex-a-chino.

Invented it myself.

[britney gasping]

Mm.

That's.

Unique-tasting.

You're the best, Alex.

Huh?

[girls slurping and giggling]

GIRLS: Bye!

Oh, you're the worst!

[mellow music playing]

[britney quietly slurping]

You know, this Alex-a-chino is actually pretty good.

[rhythmic whooping]

GIRLS: Huh?

[bongo drum music playing]

Hey, we're missing aerobics!

They're not aerobi-cising.

They're WOOHPersizing!

[shocked gasping]

But how could they know the super-secret official

WOOHP fighting workout routine?

Yeah!

Only we're allowed to have that much fun working out.

[RHYTHMIC MUSIC PLAYING, WHOOPING]

Mandy's WOOHPersizing too!

That's just so wrong.

That's weird.

It sounds like they're chanting to music or something.

And it's all on DVD.

OK, this crisis is way critical.

[electronic beeping]

[RHYTHMIC MUSIC PLAYING, WHOOPING]

[exhausted sighing]

Looks like WOOHPersizing is a little

too tough for non-super spies.

That workout was so intense, I almost forgot I was doing it.

Hi, girls.

Wow, that looked like quite a workout.

Something new?

Duh.

It's only the latest, coolest workout craze ever.

Whoop-whoop!

[grunting]

You guys are such out-of-fashion fossils.

[cackles]

[sam gasps]

We've got to tell Jerry about this.

Emergency WOOHP request.

This is an emergency WOOHP request!

[girls squealing]

JERRY: Oh, sorry, Spies.

You caught me in the middle of my morning constitutional.

[huffing]

SAM: Speaking of working it, someone stolen the super-secret

WOOHP fighting workout routine and put it on DVD.

[rhythmic whooping]

What?

That's impossible.

Oh!

[grunting]

[sighing]

The routine was developed to train our agents in the most

effective fighting techniques.

If it fell into the wrong hands--

[alex squealing]

[girls gasping]

[girls grunting]

I can't believe you guys WOOHP-ed without me!

We're sorry Alex, but it was a WOOHP security emergency.

And we didn't want to pull you away from your work.

[irritated huffing]

Clearly we have a serious security leak,

and you girls have got to plug it pronto.

If WOOHP's fighting routine became common knowledge,

it could be disastrous.

These gadgets should help you in your investigation.

Super-colorful sound-canceling scrunchies.

Ooh!

Tres cute.

When pulled over the ears, it cancels whatever

sound it's programmed to mask.

Can it block out Mandy's voice?

JERRY: The bling-bling boomerang,

a gold necklace that opens up into a lethal boomerang.

The net-throwing mascara.

Finally!

Eye makeup that won't run.

JERRY: Suction cup go-go boots, now with suction projectiles.

And the laser nail file, an oldie but a goody.

Just like Alex.

[irritated grunting]

[seabird cawing]

[MELLOW MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

SAM: OK.

Mandy and Mindy's surfing class gets out at 2:00,

so we got just 20 minutes to find that DVD.

BRITNEY: Wait.

Someone should stand guard.

Alex, why don't you do it?

You're so observant, and we need the very best lookout.

SAM: Yeah, come on.

[door sliding shut]

[girls gasping]

Talk about overkill.

Well, I guess if you look like Mandy,

you need to lay it on thick.

What'd they do, buy out a whole department store?

[girls gasping]

Uh, guys, we'd better pick up the pace.

I don't think we want them catching us here.

I found it!

[rhythmic drum music playing]

Come on, people, let's see some sweat out there.

I'm gonna whoop you into shape!

Thief-ercise much?

He's blatantly stealing WOOHP's fighting workout techniques.

[rhythmic whooping]

Hey.

That's Brazilian tribal trance music.

The only source is a rare music library.

And you knew that why?

[britney giggling]

[gasping] We need to hack in and find

out who borrowed the music.

[irritated grunting]

(MOCKINGLY) You're so observant.

That's right.

I observe you're trying to take my place!

Hey.

Well, I'm not gonna wait all day without a latte.

[giggles]

Hm.

[coin clanging]

I hate it when low tide ends class early.

I mean, what are we paying tuition for?

[quiet slurping]

Hm?

[gasping]

[surprised gasping]

[ominous music playing]

Surfing is so much easier after WOOHPersizing.

Totally!

[pleased sighing]

[knocking]

GIRLS: Huh?

Huh!

(IN DEEPER VOICE) Uh, excuse me miss,

but we're doing a survey about uh, Mali-U Coffee.

You could win a year's supply of lattes.

A year's supply of lattes?

Color me foamy!

ALEX: (IN DEEPER VOICE) Now uh, do

you prefer your lattes flat, frothy, or bursting

with creamy goodness?

[tiles clanking quietly]

Well, I would have to say--

(IN DEEPER VOICE) Thank you, ladies.

You've been a great help.

GIRLS: Hm.

Do you think we'll win?

[relieved sighing]

[electronic trilling]

Wow, that was a close call.

Where were you?

I had to hide behind Mandy's workout clothes.

[shuddering sigh]

Got it.

Now to hack into their database.

Wow.

Just one person has checked out the Brazilian tribal trance

music, and they only have their initials.

M.M.

Mandy and Mindy!

I doubt it, unless they have a summer house in Peru.

The address is in the Andes Mountains.

[jet engines whooshing]

[water splashing]

[airy upbeat music playing]

Llamas are so elegant.

[llama grunting]

Ew!

Britney, control your beast.

I think it means she likes you.

M.M.'s address looks like more than just a mountain retreat.

[guards quietly conversing]

[ominous music playing]

[girls quietly grunting]

[clover grunting]

[grate clanking]

Kickin' move, Clover.

Oh, let me guess.

You want me to stand guard again.

After what happened last time, maybe it's better if the llamas

keep watch for us.

[irritated grunting]

[sam grunting]

[metallic squeaking]

[screws clinking]

I don't think there's anybody here.

We better split up to cover more ground.

Who wants to be on my team?

GIRLS: Me, me, me!

I guess I can just be my own team.

That's the spirit.

[dispirited grunting]

Uh, no, I'll go with Alex.

[clover giggling]

[ominous music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

Too bad Sam and Alex have the laser nail file.

[clover grunting and squealing]

Too bad is right.

My nails are so frayed from holding the llama reins.

BRITNEY: Hm.

If only we could get in there.

Well, if these boots can pull things out,

maybe they can pull us in.

[clover grunting]

[panicked squealing]

It works.

Whoa.

This company has a great rec room.

[ominous music playing]

Something tells me this room is for more than just a midday

workout.

GIRLS: Hm.

[suspenseful music playing]

Whoa.

Looks like we found the right place.

This guy has more pictures of himself than Mandy.

Master Mario.

Now where have I heard that name?

[panicked gasps]

[rhythmic drum music playing]

Uh, we're like, really lost.

Can you tell us which way the Tokyo Zoo is?

[whoopies grunting]

Okay, time for plan B.

[girls grunting]

Hey!

He just did a double spinning backflip!

That's move 247 in the WOOHP handbook!

[panicked squealing]

[girls shrieking]

[blows thudding]

It's like some kind of army training room.

And here come the soldiers!

[WHOOPIES SHUFFLING AND CLANKING]

This air shaft is getting a little crowded.

[whoopies roaring]

[panicked squealing]

[nervous grunting]

[grunting and thudding]

There's no way to get out!

They're anticipating our every move!

Except this one.

[grunting]

WHOOPIES: Oh, no!

Let's go!

CLOVER: Which way did we come in?

Maybe if we map it out.

[electronic beeping]

[surprised gasping]

[panicked shrieking]

Chill, guys.

It's just us.

[panicked gasping]

And four more workout zombies!

That way!

GIRLS: Whoa!

[girls squealing]

[llamas bleating]

[girls shrieking]

[night animals trilling]

[mysterious music playing]

Master Mario?

He was once a loyal WOOHP agent who developed many

of our patented training techniques,

but he wanted to reveal the WOOHP regimen to the world

just to make a few bucks.

We saw his office.

He did look kinda into himself.

We had to dismiss him.

His memory was supposedly erased when he left WOOHP,

but clearly something went wrong.

Wrong is right!

Yeah, like, what's with all the weird tribal trance music?

And those scary guards in his office?

We can find out tomorrow.

He's planning this big seminar for all his followers.

And it's at the Mali U beach.

[LIGHT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[MOTORCYCLES ZOOMING AND SQUEALING]

[quiet chattering]

[ominous music playing]

It's Mandy and Mindy!

Something tells me they don't know what they're getting into.

There's WOOHPersizing stuff everywhere.

Hm.

Ooh, that belly shirt would look so cute on me.

I think we better try blending in.

Activate disguise mode.

PUZZLED WHOOPIE: Hm?

[clover giggling]

Is everybody ready to WOOHPersize?

[crowd cheering]

Then let's get going, people!

[rapid rhythmic music playing]

I know Master Mario's evil and all,

but this is a pretty good workout.

Yeah, the music makes you energized.

Maybe too energized.

It's like my body's leading and my mind is following.

[pained grunting]

I can't stop!

Quick!

Put on your super colorful sound-canceling scrunchies!

[electronic whirring]

I bet this looks really lame, and with all

these hot guys around.

Hey, it's working!

I can't hear the music.

Ah, I can control my body again!

ALEX AND CLOVER: Hm?

SAM AND BRITNEY: Whoop WOOHP!

Whoop WOOHP!

Whoop WOOHP!

Sam!

Britney!

Put on their scrunchies for them!

[panicked gasping]

Hey, I can't get to them!

[nervous yelping]

Good.

Now you're all ready.

To destroy WOOHP.

[ominous music playing]

It's time to teach Jerry who's boss!

WHOOPIES: Yes, Master Mario.

So that's his plan, to destroy WOOHP with his own private army

of hypnotized Whoopies!

SAM AND BRITNEY: Non-Whoopies.

[menacing music playing]

Uh, eh, no.

We're Whoopies, see?

Whoop-whoop.

Whoop-whoop.

Whoop-whoop?

Whoop-whoop--

[uncoordinated whooping]

Whoopies attack!

[grunting angrily]

[blows thudding]

[woman growling]

[panicked yelping]

Whoa.

That was too close.

[mandy growling]

[pained yelping]

[girls gasping]

You'll never get away with this, Master Mario.

[master mario chortling]

[ominous music playing] - Don't worry.

I'll tell Jerry you said goodbye.

[master mario cackling]

[gasping]

Careful, now.

The tide's coming in, and you're going out!

[panicked shrieking]

[dispirited groaning]

To WOOHP!

[cackling]

[clover grunting]

Catching some waves is usually a blast,

but this is going too far.

I can't see land anymore.

Whew.

Finally.

Time to think.

Uh, yeah.

Think about whether we're lunch or dinner.

Gadget time.

[alex grunting]

I wouldn't normally say this, but this

is no time for a manicure.

[alex grunting]

I don't know about you, but I don't

want to become shark bait.

Alex, this big ball is kind of the only thing

keeping us afloat.

So?

So, last time I checked, lasers and big balls of air

don't usually get along.

[high-pitched zapping]

[panicked shrieking]

[ball boinging]

[girls squealing]

BEACH GIRL: Beach hogs!

ALEX AND CLOVER: Whoa!

Ow.

Grab Mario's CD player!

Got it.

[upbeat music playing]

[MOTORCYCLES ZOOMING AND SQUEALING]

[jetpack whirring and blasting]

[ominous music playing]

[frightened clamoring]

[rock music playing]

[master mario cackling]

There it is!

WOOHP is mine to destroy!

[motorcycles zooming]

Huh?

[GIRLS GRUNTING, JETPACKS WHIZZING]

ALEX: Not on our watch.

You know, you might be able to move faster if you weren't

riding stationary bicycles.

[net whipping]

[distressed clamoring]

Let them out!

(SOBBING) Oh, my loyal Whoopies!

Time to face the music.

[distorted warbling]

[gasps] My music!

What have you done to it?

Just playing it backwards, Master Meany.

To reverse the effect.

[whoopies groaning]

Where did the beach go?

Is this like, some freaky spinning class?

Looks like your private army just deserted.

Well then, I'll just resort to plan

B. Destroying WOOHP by myself!

[cackling]

[scooter whirring and whizzing]

- Come on, guys! - Wow.

I guess we didn't use our scrunchies in time.

Good thing you guys were on the ball.

Thanks!

Now let's go.

Hello!

This is like, totally ruining my do!

[motorcycles zooming]

WOOHPersizing is my creation!

Jerry will pay for trying to take from me.

[chuckling]

Let's see some sweat, ladies.

[electronic chirping]

[lasers blasting]

[panicked shrieking]

[wheels squealing]

He's almost at WOOHP!

And now to send my five-megaton

explosive wheel projectile into the depths of WOOHP!

Ole Jerry will get the workout of his life.

[wood clattering]

Take that!

[wheel whirring]

[BOOMERANG CLINKING AND WHIRRING]

The boomerang can't stop that thing.

Nope, but it can turn it around.

Hm?

Oh, my.

[boomerang whirring]

[wheels screeching]

No!

[explosion booming]

[nervous grunt]

Looks like Master Mario just WOOHP-ed out.

[UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[tutting] Oh, it's such a shame when a former

WOOHP employee goes bad.

I hope you erase his memory for good this time.

We'll just play him his own trance music.

It worked on his fawning followers.

They can't remember a thing.

Finally, WOOHPersizing is secret again,

so nobody can misuse it.

Yeah!

I mean, who knew someone could turn working

out into something evil?

[mellow music playing]

[gym patrons grunting]

[upbeat music playing]

Okay, now scan, scan!

Now scope, scope!

Get a good stretch in there!

Boys could be anywhere.

We don't want to miss them!

[cd player clicks off]

[girls huffing]

Wow.

Clover-cising is hard work.

But you know what they say.

No pain, no gain!

Hm.

Speaking of hard work there's no way

we could have stopped Master Mario's

evil plan without you, Alex.

That is so nice.

[pleasant humming]

I don't know why, but I always felt you

were trying to take my place.

As if!

I could never come between you and Sam and Clover.

You look beat.

Have a swig of my protein shake.

Thanks!

[quiet slurping]

Huh?

Isn't it delicious?

I made it myself.

[disgusted groaning]

[nervous chuckling]

[theme music]

[solemn electronic chord]