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[beeping]

[theme music]

[explosion]

[grunting]

Whoa!

Hey!

Must be a very big fish.

Wah!

[roar]

[scream]

[shout]

Comfortable footwear-- check.

Energy-sustaining power snacks--

Check.

Cash, checks, and high limit credit cards?

Check, check, and check.

Then let's blow this penthouse ASAP.

Hey.

[laugh]

What?

Ow!

[scream]

I knew I shouldn't have gone in for that

last second lipstick check.

Getting WOOHPed is hardly your fault, Clover.

When Jerry wants to summon us, there is no stopping him.

Whoa!

[scream]

[gasp]

[splash]

[gasp]

[scream]

[thud]

[groan]

See what I mean?

OK, Jere, this better be good.

Yeah, on account of we got way more important things to do

today than save the world.

[laughing]

Relax, ladies, I didn't bring you here for a mission.

[chuckle]

I brought you here to give you these.

Coupons?

You brought us here to give us coupons?

WOOPHons, actually, guaranteed to provide

all sorts of discounts on your upcoming shopping adventure.

Thanks, Jere.

One more thing I forgot to mention--

the WOOHPons are solely redeemable at The Groove.

Then let's bolt and go get our WOOHPon on.

Allow me.

[scream]

Ugh!

Why does Jere always have to go with the way harsh ejections?

Doesn't he know one of the things

I'm shopping for is guys?

Apparently, he doesn't know you as well as we do.

Yeah, or he'd realize you're always in the market for love.

Are you ladies OK?

We are now.

In that case, welcome to the Ocean Palisades, a model

community unlike anywhere else.

I'm Todd.

May I have this dance?

[squeal]

Oh!

[grumble]

Oh.

Hi, there.

I'm Clover.

What's your major?

The name's Blaine, captain of the Malibu

beach volleyball team.

Whee!

So, Blaine, what do you like to do for fun when

you're not hitting the sand?

Coach says if I spend half as much time practicing as I do

on shoe shopping, hanging at coffee cafes,

and watching romantic comedies, I'd probably go pro some day.

[squeal]

Hm, I should really get back to practice,

but would it be OK if I, you know, got your number?

[gasp]

[whoosh]

Wha--

Call me.

[beep]

[gasp]

Hola, Juan. You what?

He said "te quiero."

He loves me.

[whimper]

Huh?

Hey, Clover, you wanna hang out?

Sure.

Great.

My band's having its first practice.

Say, you wouldn't mind carrying some speakers, would you?

Oh, nuts.

I just remembered-- I have a mani booked.

Later, Todd.

The name of your perfect match is--

no one.

Hm?

[whine]

[scream]

[laughing]

What can I say?

I have an eye for quality merchandise.

I wonder if there was a toxic chemical spill or something?

Who cares?

With such easy access to our fav boutiques,

I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Good point.

Come on, girls, let's try to outdo some of our past shopping

performances.

[shutter clicking]

[gasp]

What is it?

A new flavor of fat-free froyo?

No.

It's Yves Mont Blanc.

Come on, let's go.

Hurry!

[squeal]

[laugh]

Ah!

[laughing]

Oh!

Aren't we so lucky to be living in a city that's on the cutting

edge of fashion trends?

I love that hoodie.

And that belly shirt is the cutest ever.

And could those cargos be any cooler?

Time to try them on.

[laughing]

A new shopping opportunity.

OK, eww.

Ugh.

Oh!

Sammy, look.

What is it?

Is it Santa?

Be careful, don't hit him.

CLOVER: Oh, girl, it's better than Santa.

It's Yves Mont Blanc boots.

SAM: You can't be serious.

They're on someone else's feet.

[gasp]

National security, miss.

I have to commandeer your boots for official business.

Your country thanks you.

I want to start at my most beloved hair gel kiosk.

One tube of Blocks of Steel, s'il vous plait.

I see that you have a coupon.

There will be no charge for this.

Thanks, but how did you know I had a coupon?

Do you have, like, X-ray vision or something?

[laugh]

Of course not.

It was just a lucky guess--

a lucky guess.

Ugh.

OK, creepo, whatever.

ALEX: No way!

It's so cute!

[sigh]

[growling]

Hiya!

[whine]

[splash]

Nice job, Alex.

I knew all those years of balance beam would pay off.

[barking]

[sizzling]

[barking]

Um, I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, Alex.

Yeow!

[zap]

Alex!

Are you OK?

On second thought, a sea monkey

might be a better pet choice.

Maybe the puppy's woolly coat created some kind

of static electricity?

Whatever just happened, Fido should totally

come with a warning label.

Aw, come on, Al, what do you say we get

you a banana guava smoothie?

They're medically proven to sooth shocks.

Sounds good to me.

[growl]

Three large BGSes, please.

Whoa.

[laugh]

[sip]

Ugh! [crash]

Yuck!

What's wrong, Sammy?

No wonder these things are free?

They taste like floor polish.

Hm?

[scrubbing]

Whoa.

I wonder if he does dorms.

I don't know, but one thing's for sure--

this way weird scene at The Groove is majorly

quashing my shopping buzz.

Mine too.

Let's walk over to Rodeo and hit the boutiques there.

[zap]

Ouch!

[groan]

OK, that's my third wipeout today.

What gives?

It's like some kind of invisible force

field, the evil, zappy kind.

OK, we've been trapped in some pretty strange places

before, but never in a shopping center.

[creaking]

Get me out of here!

What can we do?

Don't worry, we're get you out of here.

It's working.

[explosion]

[shout]

Jump!

Look out!

Oh.

How dare you turn a cute sea creature against us.

Let us out, now!

It's time for the star of the show,

the ultimate mime weapon--

Oh!

The invisible box!

I vote we go up.

ALL: Bungee time!

[crash]

[grunt]

So what are we gonna do?

What we always do in tense situations--

call Jere and ask him what the heck's going on.

[beep]

Just our luck.

The force field isn't allowing any outgoing calls.

[roar]

Hm?

Please tell me that was my smoothie-deprived stomach.

Nope, not your stomach.

[scream]

[growling]

[screaming]

[grunting]

Whoa!

Hey!

[clang]

Ow!

I don't know what it is, but of all the baddies in the world,

I hate fighting robots the most.

Hiya!

[grunting]

Huh?

Whoa!

Uh, OK, mega freaky.

[grunt]

[thud]

Uh--

[buzz] [explosion]

Ow!

[explosion]

[grunting]

[splash]

ALL: Hiya!

OK, enough with the lethal cleaning products, pal.

Ha!

[crash]

Nice job, Clover.

Unfortunately, they're not totally down for the count.

Quick, this way.

[clattering]

That ought to hold them back for a while.

[banging]

But they're gonna get in here sooner than later,

and we have to be ready for them.

How ready can we be without any of our gadgets?

Well, we're pretty good at improvising, don't you think?

Oh, this will be perfect for breaking and entering.

Who needs an expandable cable bungee belt

when you've got a garden hose?

Low-rent snowshoeing, anyone?

These are bound to come in handy somehow.

And of course, what spy would be

complete without her sassy outfit?

BOTH: Awesome!

[grunt]

I'm not gonna just--

[screaming]

[groan]

I don't even know you!

What is your problem?

[laugh]

[gasp]

[gag]

Oh, no!

That was shrimp!

How could you do that to me?

I'm allergic to shellfish!

Leave me alone!

[clink]

Whoa!

Whoa!

[thud]

Don't make me hurt you.

[laugh]

How pathetic.

[grunt]

Ah!

How did you do that?

I have no clue.

Hm.

Let's go!

[dripping]

[shout]

[explosion]

[giggle]

[roar]

[boing]

[crash]

Game, set, and match!

Not bad for a bunch of budget bin gadgets.

Yeah, looks like these baddies are

officially out of commission.

[whir]

Not again.

What's it take to keep these androids down?

I'll let you know when I figure it out--

from the other side of town.

[scream]

What's the use of hiding?

They'll just find us again.

We need to escape.

If we can make it to the elevator

and get down to the parking structure,

we might be able to drive under the shield.

It's worth a shot.

But there's no way we can outrun those things to the elevator.

[roar]

But we might be able to outsmart them.

Follow me.

Good thinking, Alex.

There's the elevator.

Now's our chance.

Come on.

[growling]

Uh-oh, we've got company.

[ding]

Whoa!

Come on, you dumb door--

shut!

[ding] [groan]

Nice!

We made it.

[growl]

Wait a second, I don't think we're moving.

[shout]

We're moving all right, but it's in the wrong direction.

[shout]

[explosion]

Um, I don't think it's gonna let

us out of here without a fight.

[barking]

[roar]

Oh, but it's so big.

So?

We've taken down bigger, badder baddies than this before.

Um--

Whoa!

[clang]

Whoa!

[scream]

[crash]

[gasp]

[groaning]

[growl]

[shouting]

[crashing]

[bell dinging]

[shout]

[crash]

Annoying, airheaded--

Watch out, Clover!

Yeah!

Don't crush our house!

[shout]

[crash]

[explosion]

[screaming]

[thud]

[gasp]

[scream]

Quick.

We've gotta deactivate the central processor.

If you mean that flashing thingy, then I'm all over it.

Ha!

[gasp]

Whoa!

[scream]

[grunt]

[rip]

[scream]

Bye, bye, robo baby.

[screaming]

[crash]

I say bring it on!

ALL: Yeah!

[roar]

Whoa!

[screaming]

Yeah, but none of those baddies

ever made me feel this pukey.

[screaming]

Hm, what do I have to lose?

It was free anyway.

[screaming]

Zowwie!

Hey, my Locks of Steel worked.

I told you guys this stuff rocks.

[gasp]

OK, spies, we need to get to that LOS kiosk

and grab as much hair gel as we can.

I can't believe we didn't think of it earlier.

It's not like it's the first time beauty

products saved our butts.

Let's see if you look pretty in pink.

[whirring]

Whoa!

[thud]

Now that's what I call a nail slick.

[barking]

Not again.

[groaning]

I think I know how to block him out.

Quick, stuff it in your ears.

Mm.

Hiya!

You know, when I used to wear makeup,

I was pretty good with these.

Ha!

Hiya!

[grunting]

[whack]

[click]

[click]

Whoa!

Time for a facial.

[gasp]

[shout]

[groan]

Let's get him.

Fire at will, ladies.

[growling]

Now that's some seriously firm hold.

[groaning]

OK, I'd say we've done enough damage around here for one day.

Yeah, I never thought I'd say this,

but I need some serious downtime from The Groove.

I don't blame you, spies.

You did a splendid job here indeed.

Conveniently late once again.

We could've used your help, like, two hours ago, Jere.

Actually, my tardiness is no accident.

You see, I set up this little test.

Test?

An elaborate training exercise using WOOHP robots designed

from blueprints of the baddies in your upcoming

real assignment-- taking on the Toyetic Technobots of Tokyo.

You mean you ruined our shopping day

and put us in danger on purpose?

Precisely.

But look on the bright side--

you've just earned a free trip to Japan.

[gasp]

[nervous laugh]

[scream]

GIRLS: Jerry!

Posh, much.

I mean, hello, this place makes The Groove look

like yesterday's shopping news.

I sure hope they take WOOHPons.

[gasp]

[screaming]

I'm guessing that's the Toyetic Technobot

Jere was talking about.

Thankfully, we know how to defeat it.

Locks of Steel, do your thing!

Hurray!

Now, who's up for a primo shopping sesh, Tokyo style?

BOTH: Me!

[cheering]

[theme music]