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Beverly Hills, a city in serious need

of straightening out.

Perfecto.

Well, well, well, if it isn't Senior

Starchy up to his old tricks.

You'll never catch me, girls, but that

doesn't mean you shouldn't keep a stiff upper lip.

Ole, Ole.

Way to go, Clove.

Yeah, killer move.

Hey, please girls.

That was, like, totally a team effort.

Oh, I just love annual WOOHP picnic,

and the Bedville Zoo is the perfect place to have it.

Totally, I can't wait to check out

the Foo Furry Friends exhibit.

Whatever, we all know this picnic isn't

about fun animatronic animals.

It's about competition.

What are you talking about, Clover?

I'm talking about the totally lame WOOHP Achievement Awards

and how their focus is on the individual and not on the team.

Speaking focusing on individuals,

check out that cutie.

Wow, Dean.

Dean, it's so good to see you.

Hey girls, great to see you too.

Totally, you're like even hotter than I remember.

In fact, I may be seeing a lot of you,

since I've just been reassigned to the WOOHP Gadget Lab.

Really? That's awesome.

Greetings, spies, and welcome to the Fifth

Annual WOOHP Picnic.

And now for the moment you've all

been waiting for, this year's WOOHP Achievement Awards.

Here we go.

Lame this time.

Let's begin with the award for best apprehension maneuver.

This year it goes to Supomo from WOOHP Java.

All right.

Woo hoo.

Next is the award for best spy technique.

It goes to Ammy, WOOHP travel agent and secret agent.

And now for the greatest prize of all, the most

WOOHPtastic Agent Award.

For the apprehension of Senior Starchy, a sinister baddie who

has eluded WOOHP capture for decades,

this award goes to Clover.

Muah, no way.

And as the winner, you'll have exclusive access to the hover

limo, your own robotic assistant,

and an office next to mine at WOOHP.

I am Virtualosa.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

I don't know what to say.

Other than single handedly taking dancing Senior

is the most rewarding moment in my entire spy career.

Hey.

Single handedly taking down Senior Starchy?

So much for the capture being a team effort.

It appears our fireworks display

has blown a whole in faux ferry friends exhibit.

From what I read in the zoo brochure,

BoBo there can be quite dangerous.

How dangerous exactly?

Well, left to his own devices, he can eat 50 times his body

weight in a single hour.

And apparently he isn't picky about what he consumes.

Don't worry, Jer, we're on it.

Not to get all technical, but you sure

the organization's most WOOHPtastic agent should be

chasing a monkey around town?

If she wants to keep all of her prizes, she should.

Fine then, I'll do it.

Excellent.

Talk to you later, ladies.

Hey, look on the bright side.

At least we get to chase BoBo in style.

Sorry, girls, but you heard what Jer said.

The use of the limo is exclusive as in just for me.

Are you joking?

Afraid not, Sammy.

See ya.

I don't know what's worse, Clover letting her award go

straight to her head of us using public transportation to locate

a baddie.

They both stink Sammy, but neither compares to the part

where I just sat in grody gum.

We'll have to deal with that later, Al.

Right now we've got to stop an animatronic ape

from terrorizing a banana factory.

Hey, there's the hover limo.

Maybe Clover already has BoBo in custody.

Hey, girls.

What took you so long?

Or maybe not.

Clover, what are you doing just sitting there?

I'm not sitting.

I'm waiting.

As the the most WOOHPtastic agent,

I figured I'd take on more of a supervisor

role for this mission.

You figured wrong.

As in get buff duff and get moving.

Woah, Jerry wasn't kidding.

For a mechanical monkey, he sure is famished.

Not to mention gross, which is so not something a WOOHPtastic

agent needs to witness.

Sorry, Clover, but you're just going to have to deal with it.

Now here's the plan.

I'll sneak left, Alex will sneak right,

and when we're in a position Clover

will create a diversion allowing us to go in for the take down.

Awesome idea, Sammy.

OK, Clover, now.

Clover?

Clover?

For Francis, best wishes.

Clover, what a flake.

I can't believe she just bailed on us.

Me neither.

Unfortunately, we have bigger problems, much bigger problems.

Is it just me, or does BoBo look like he's

got the munchies for us?

Let's just say I'm glad my uniform isn't banana colored.

OK, it's officially time to give this ape the slip.

Please don't tell me you're going to use

the old banana peel trick.

As if, I'm going for the new double bungee lasso maneuver

with your help, of course.

Gotcha.

Double gotcha.

Well, you know what they say, the bigger they are,

the harder they fall.

Maybe we can use the same technique on Clover

to take down her mega sized ego.

You stupido spies.

Nothing can keep Senior from his muy importante mission

of starching the world into oblivion.

Ole, ole, audios.

OK, if I was angry with Clover before, I am furious with her

now.

Totally.

Like doesn't she know how hard it is to transport

a fake ape on a city bus.

I guess we can just put him in here until the WOOHP

Techs can repair him.

Good idea, and in the meantime,

I say we pay Clover a little visit

and give her a piece of our minds.

A little to left, up over, ah, that's it.

OK, Clover.

We've had more than our fill of your WOOHPtastic behavior.

Yeah, enough is like so enough.

Virtualosa, will you take care of this please?

Sorry, no one is allowed to see

Clover without an appointment.

Sheesh, rude much.

Super rude.

And if that's the way she's going to play it,

then we'll just force way inside.

That's it.

It's time to go over Clover's big fat swollen head.

You know we don't like to drag you into our girl fights, Jer,

but because of her award, Clover is acting like a a major diva.

Not only did she not let us in her hoverific limo,

but she totally bailed on us during a mission.

Hello, I didn't bail.

I had to leave for my very important interview

with WOOHP Life Magazine.

And if anyone needs to have a talk with Jer,

it's me to tell him you're totally jealous.

Until I can find a way to remedy this situation,

it's clear that you three will need to be separated.

Fine by me.

Me too.

Me three.

Very well then.

Sam and Alex will join dean in the WOOHP Gadget Lab,

while Clover goes on her own assignments.

Who's jealous now?

Please, like a WOOHPtastic agent

would ever be interested in someone like him.

Thanks, now I can get back to what WOOHPtastic agents

do best, soaking.

I'm afraid your soak will have to wait.

Senior Starchy has just escaped.

Hi, Dean.

Hello.

What's that buzzy thing?

I don't know, but it's whizzy friend looks even nastier.

Where's Dean?

Sam, Alex.

Sorry, guys.

I haven't perfected all of my gadgets yet.

Everything looks perfect from here.

Which is why we're thrilled that Jerry assigned us to help

you out in the lab, Dean.

Well, as you can see, I need all the help I can get.

Maybe we should start by cleaning up.

No prob.

Sure.

Why am I looking for a villain I already put away?

I should be guest of honoring a mall opening or something.

Perhaps if you used one of the limos gadgets,

we could find him more quickly.

Great idea.

Then I can get back to more important things

like basking in the spotlight.

The super sniffer hood ornament atmosphere

analyzer sounds cool.

It appears that our target is in the immediate vicinity.

Awesome.

Let's snag this stiff and close this case ASAPSVP.

Woah, who hit the breaks?

Uh oh, Senior Starchy must have starched

our wheels to the pavement.

This guy is really miffing me.

Be a doll and go out and nab Senior stupid, while I call

WOOHP for roadside assistance.

But I'm only programmed to give support to agents, you

know, like, make lattes and lie about you

being out of the office.

Do I have to do everything myself?

It's so hard to find good help these days.

OK, Starchy, where you hiding?

Let's get it over with.

Ow.

Ole.

Turn about this fair play, senorita.

What does that even mean?

It means since you're the one who

put me away, I have something especially mind for you.

Ole, ariba, ariba.

Can one of you hand me a micro transmitter?

Girls, I just received a distress signal

from Virtualosa.

Figures.

Clover's too good to send out her own distress calls now.

Girls, this is serious.

Senior Starchy escaped, and Clover was

on a mission to retrieve him.

Who knows what danger she's in.

Even though Clover's acting like a big headed meany,

she's still our best friend and we have to help her.

Fine, let's go bell her out of whatever mess

she's gotten herself into.

Wait, before you go I want to give

you a few of my new gadgets.

Great idea.

Good thinking.

The heavy hand smash all gloves.

Self-explanatory.

The glue spitting silly straw.

Ditto.

This super poof expanding marshmallow,

and the black hole bucket transporter, a cutting edge

teleportation device.

Wow.

Thanks, Dean.

These will totally come in handy.

According to WOOHP intel, Senior Starchy's lare

is located in an old dry cleaning shop on the west side.

The black hole bucket transporter should

get you there in no time.

Give it a toss.

This gadget is way radder than anything Jerry ever gives us.

My starchinator 3,000 will teach you

a lesson you'll never forget.

This is no way to treat the most WOOHPtastic agent.

Wow, this takes rapid transit to a whole new level.

Yeah, it so makes up for having to take the bus.

Come on.

Soon, you'll be the most stifftastic agent

unless, of course, you crack under the pressure.

Clover, are you OK?

Do I look OK?

Get me out. Please.

Please.

We might be able to get you out,

but then again you were pretty mean to us before.

Yeah, you made us ride the bus, and I got totally gummified.

OK, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, she's sorry all right, and so will the rest of the world

be when I get my starchy hands on it.

Whoops, looks like it's stuck on high.

You are such a jerk.

Hasta la vista, girls.

Wait, there's no time.

We have to save Clover.

It won't budge.

Stand back.

These heavy hand smash all gloves will budge it.

Nice job, Alex.

Now we just have to figure out how to unstarch Clover.

Try the steamer.

Thanks, guys.

I owe you big time.

Do I still look WOOHPtastic?

Great.

He's gotten such a major head start on us, how

are we every going to catch up?

Leave it to me.

Are you sure about this, Clover?

Yeah, I thought the limo was for WOOHPtastic agents only.

Are you kidding?

Me limo is sou limo.

Yeah, all right.

This looks as good as place as any to start starching

up this limp world for good.

Hey, amigo, remember us?

You again?

I guess I just wasn't firm enough with you.

Here we go.

Look out, instacrater.

Quick, we've got to jump.

Alex!

This guy means business.

Oh, I assure you, senoritas, you haven't seen anything yet.

We need a gadget and we need it in a hurry.

What about the super poof expanding marshmallow?

I guess it all depends on exactly how poofy it is.

That poofy enough for you?

Marshmallowy.

Nice try, Senior.

Let's see you starch your way out of this.

As you wish.

I don't think encouraging him is a good idea, Sam.

Ole, ariba, ariba.

What's wrong?

Competition too stuff for you.

This guy is ruthless.

I thought dry cleaners were supposed

to be a force for good.

Don't give up yet.

We've still got the glue spitting silly straw.

Rad gadget.

You guys can create a diversion.

I think I can beat Senior at his own game.

Are you sure you're not too WOOHPtastic for the job?

I said I was sorry.

Here these should give us a little protection from those

throwing star leaves.

Come on.

Ariba.

I see you figured out how to defend

against my throwing stars.

Let's see you deal with this.

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Valiant try.

Now, let's end this for good.

No!

Clover, you did it.

You were WOOHPtastic.

No, we were WOOHPtastic.

Ow, easy with the gloves.

Sorry.

Sorry.

So not only did I let my award go to my head,

but I didn't give you two any credit for helping

take down Senior.

Let's just say you put the ick in WOOHPtastic.

Luckily we're willing to forgive.

Awesome.

And just to show you how truly sorry I am,

I'm going to share my office with you.

Throw in your assistant, and you've got yourself a deal.

Totally.

After that mission, I could so use a massage.

Hello, ladies.

What gives, Jer?

I gave, Clover, your office to Dean.

Since the lab is now full, he needed the extra room

to design gadgets.

But you can't do that.

I'm the most WOOHPtastic agent.

Sorry, Clover.

I hope you understand.

No probs, Dean.

I'm sure I'll find a way for you to make it up to me.

Not if I find a way first.

Mine.

Come on now.

A little help, Jer.

My pleasure.

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