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[compowder beeping]

[theme music]

[explosion]

[beeping]

[chatter]

[giggling]

SANTA: Ho, ho, ho!

[laughing]

(VOICE CRACKING) Who's next to visit with Santa?

Anyone? Anyone?

Santa who?

I want the Turbo-Sonic Holo-Rock.

Look, it's the Trendy Wendy Doll!

I want it! I want it!

I want it!

Hmm.

ALL: [cheering]

[wind howling]

[chatter]

WOMAN: [shrieks]

[giggling]

[tinkling]

[chatter]

[beeping]

Awesome-- an original BHCA designer pen!

Only I wish I knew who to thank.

That's the fun of playing Secret Santa, Alex.

No one knows.

Ooh, look there!

[giggling]

Hm.

[chuckles]

Ooh, total cutie, Clover.

Nice catch.

I know.

And I'm like, so close to forgetting his digits.

Quick, let me use your pen.

[frustrated squealing]

Actually, the BHCA just project satellite

TV and has a built-in computer.

It doesn't actually write.

Duh, silly me.

I'm so excited.

I wonder what I got?

[gasps] This rocks!

The Mega-Micro Cappuccino Master!

And it comes with a single serving cup, too!

It's so cool!

Like, totally obvious much?

Virgil is so your un-secret Santa.

[laughs nervously]

So who wants cappuccino?

Ooh, me, me, me!

I can't wait to see what super-fantastic gift I got.

Hm-- [coughs] Ew, someone gave me-- coal!

[laughs]

Happy Holidays, loser.

Don't burn it all in one place.

Mandy was my Secret Santa?

That is so unfair.

[squealing]

Clover, wait!

Don't waste a perfectly good rock on Mandy.

CLOVER: It's only fair.

I was Mandy's Secret Santa and I got

her the latest Blurblurry scarf in the interest

of the holiday spirit.

Wait a sec, that's strange because I

was Mandy's Secret Santa.

No way, I was Mandy's Secret Santa, too.

Hm.

ALL: That cheat!

[cackling]

[grumbles]

ALL: [grunting]

[mechanical whooshing]

[squealing]

Jer, this is, like, totally unfestive of you

to WOOHP us the day before the biggest holid--

[beeping]

Wait, did you call us here to give us our gifts?

What'd you get us? Wait, don't tell me.

Let me guess.

Clover, If you please.

This is for my mum.

Oh.

So, where are our gifts?

That is why you called us here, right?

[chuckles nervously] Of course, I have--

I have your presents right-- yeah, here.

Uh, ho, ho, ho!

Uh, earrings for Sam, uh, earmuffs for Alex,

and a necklace for Clover.

[whining]

Uh, the wrong size?

Wrong everything.

One earring?

You couldn't find another clip?

But it's the thought that counts, I'll have you know.

This worse than giving us coal.

I'm sorry, girls, but I simply haven't had the time to shop

yet, what with all the havoc-wreaking and such

that's going on this season.

Whatevs-- this holiday is a total buzz, anyway.

You might as well give us our mission, Jer.

I'm sure that's the real reason you WOOHPed us.

Well, delighted you're interested.

There appears to be an unidentified flying

object over Beverly Hills.

ALEX: Could it be a float for the holiday parade?

Indeed, not-- our WOOHP radar can pick up the object,

but it seems no one else can.

Sounds like an intriguing mission, Jer.

And best of all, it's local.

A quick in-and-out and we can get back

to the festivities at Mali U.

Yes, well, as long as you have your priorities straight.

Chop-chop-- gadget us, Jer.

Very well.

You'll have the Wind Tunnel 9,000 hair-dryer,

the Double-In-Trouble Osmosis Bubble Suit, a permeable second

skin of sorts, and the Pocket Pen Projectile, which

fires a web snare from the tip.

Doesn't anyone make a pen that writes any more?

You'll also have the WOOHP Pinky Chopper for this mission.

CLOVER: Wow!

Awesome!

Let's go, girls.

Whoa!

Ha!

Clear blue skies over BH, same as usual.

[gasps] Except--

What?

Where?

CLOVER: Martindale's is having a shoe sale!

ALEX: Oh.

[gasps] Look, look!

Let me guess-- another sale?

No, it's the UFO Jer was talking about.

That's no UFO, that's just a harmless weather balloon.

[zap]

[screaming]

[laughs]

[beeping]

[zapping]

CLOVER: Look out!

He's firing at us--

with ice!

Ice?

That is so in the holiday spirit.

I thought weather balloons didn't have pilots or weapons.

They don't!

I'm going in for a better look.

[zapping]

Sammy, if you can get above him,

I can snare the entire thing.

No problem.

[zapping]

Take that, wannabe weather man!

[whooshing]

Or not?

Nice dive, Sam!

Whoa!

It's got an ice deflector shield?

That's one tricked-out balloon.

[giggling]

Oh, no!

[zapping]

ALL: [shrieking]

Not good!

[grunting] We're hit!

We're going down!

[laughing]

Oh, no!

Where's the bail button?

Uh--

ALL: [screaming]

[groaning]

Everyone OK?

That was like Alex's third driver's test all over again.

I almost passed that time, too.

Come on, let's get him before he gets away.

ALL: Huh?

He's gone!

This mission is a bust.

Totally-- like, how am I supposed

to borrow the Pinky Chopper for my date on Friday now?

Clover, we have bigger problems.

We have to tell Jerry that we got blasted out of the sky

by a balloon.

How lame is that?

Almost as lame as our gifts.

Well, I say we head back to West Coast Hall

and fill Jer in from there.

No sense in missing out on the rest of the party.

Let's hit it!

[beeping]

[wind howling]

[beeping]

[whooshing]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's never snowed here before,

has it?

Not that I know of.

Look!

Ha, ha, yeah!

All the surf majors are snow-surfing.

Hmm, and roller-bladers are skiing.

[chatter]

CLOVER: And designer scarves aren't just

fashion accessories.

People are actually using them to keep warm.

Mali U is the best.

What other school would create snow to celebrate the season?

VIRGIL: Coffee!

Hot cocoa!

Steaming lattes!

Virgil, why aren't you having fun like everyone else

instead of working?

You kidding?

This is the perfect weather for my Cart-O-Coffee venture.

In fact, business is booming and I

need you girls to work tonight.

Work?

On the eve of the biggest holiday of the year?

Virgil must be hanging out with Jer.

Hey, what gives?

[screaming]

Someone turn down the snow machine!

VIRGIL: Oh, my coffee biz!

Ugh, my designer low-temp, high-endurance

winter clothes are getting trashed by this weather!

At least I have this cheesy scarf you gave me,

or I would freeze!

[cackles]

Cheesy?

It's an original Blurblurry!

Later-- we have to figure out what's going on.

Clearly this weather is not a school activity.

[whimpering] oh, no!

Yeah, I guess it's just a good old-fashioned

blizzard from mother nature!

Well, hello?

Like, shouldn't that weather balloon have picked up

on this and clued everyone in?

I'm thinking odd weather and odd weather

balloon are somehow connected.

Better take a little sample to see if there's

any funny business at hand.

I'll give Jer a ring.

[beep]

[radio static]

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

The snowstorm is totally messing up our X-Powder.

Looks like we're driving to WOOHP.

ALL: [shrieking]

Sorry!

[screaming]

Whoa!

I think she actually drives better in the snow.

Yeah, she's almost staying in her own lane, for once.

Hang on!

BOTH: We are!

ALL: What?

Whoa!

[grunting]

Everyone OK?

If by OK, you mean buried in a mountain of snow and freezing?

Then yes, we're OK.

[thumping]

[whirring]

[sighs]

Good thinking, Clover.

Thanks.

Hey, Sammy, can you--

You betcha!

No offense, Alex.

[grumbles]

[beeping]

So we think this bizarro balloon has something to do

with the bizarro weather, Jer.

But like, who'd want to dump snow on beautiful So-Cal?

Odd goal, indeed.

SAM: I have a reading.

The sample is actually a designer water

that was man-made into snow.

[rumbling]

Was that your stomach, Jerry?

[strains]

Oh, my!

Duck and roll!

No, wait, that's for a fire.

What do you do for snow?

ALL: [gasp]

Winter is beginning to get on my nerves.

Perhaps we should retreat to the penthouse dorm.

It may very well be the only place

above snow level at this point.

I hope you have a good ride, Jer.

Otherwise, I don't know how we'll get there.

[beep]

Um, that'll do.

[rumbling]

Not again!

[glass shatters]

ALL: Whoa!

[beeping]

[chatter]

OK, I don't mind students taking shelter,

but that's taking advantage.

Mm, mm, mm.

Hey, losers, you're out of yogurt-covered soy

nuts and wheat grass juice.

Where is that box of coal?

Now, now, girls, we have other matters to tend to first.

I've been working on a new laser,

which can extract DNA, molecules, et cetera,

with a beam of light.

It's still in the development stages,

but it might be able to discern the exact brand of water

in this snow.

That's great, Jerry.

Let's see it do its thing.

Stand back.

[whirs]

It looked cool when you turned it on,

you know, for that split second before it ruined the sample.

CLOVER: No worries-- step aside.

[chewing]

[spits]

Ew, is that really necessary?

This is liquid H2Ego mountain spring water, harvested exactly

14 days ago from a little town in the south of France

called Ferrier.

Wow, that was way better than Jerry's laser.

[sighs]

Don't feel bad, Jer.

I'm an expert designer water-taster.

So now that we know the source,

let's do a little virtual recon, shall we?

Oh my, several tons of liquid H2Ego

was stolen just 10 days ago.

OK, that is so not what I was expecting.

The trail leads to a former mall Santa who was

recently fired from his job.

Either he's got a lot of thirsty elves,

or this fake Santa is up to no good.

[people murmuring]

What's that about?

[chatter]

[static]

SANTA: Don't bother trying to fix your reception.

[laughs]

That's the balloon freak.

I jammed the signals so only my message will get through,

because apparently, everyone is only interested in shopping

any more.

BOTH: His point?

[groans]

No one even cares about Santa.

No one knows the meaning of the true holiday spirit.

Oh.

So I used my background as a meteorologist

to devise a device capable of dropping an endless flurry

of snow using liquid H2Ego on the materialistic people

of Beverly Hills.

I have been trying all week to stock up on liquid H2Ego.

No wonder all the stores were out.

Now you won't be able to get out

of your homes to shop because you'll all

be snowed in-- permanently.

Happy holidays!

[groaning]

[crunching]

Ah!

Look!

[whimpering]

I guess your role as maintenance guy is

going to come into play, Jerry.

You work on the windows, we'll work

on finding this bogus Santa.

Good luck, girls.

Listen up, everyone!

Gather anything you can find to seal off the windows.

Chop-chop!

[grunting]

Just got to hook up to WOOHP's radar and--

[beeping]

Bingo!

There is is-- unidentified flying object right above LA.

Let's teach this faux Santa a thing

or two about holiday spirit.

[zap]

[beep]

Huh.

ALL: Woo-hoo!

[rushing wind]

Put the snow machine down, you nutjob!

What's this?

A visitor for Santa?

Too late!

You had your chance when I was at the mall!

Whoa!

[laughs]

Nice try!

I'm not done yet.

Ugh!

You're done now!

Ha!

[laughs] Who's next?

I got plenty more.

This is bad.

We can't even get close enough to capture him.

I'll use the double and triple-osmosis bubble

suit to sneak into the gondola.

Cover me!

Go for it, Sammy!

Hey, Mr. Baddie?

You're going to run out of designer snow sooner or later,

so you might as well surrender now.

Right after you do!

[laughs]

Whoa!

Da--

(HIGH-PITCHED) OK, girls, I'm inside.

Ugh-- the helium's affecting my voice!

Ha-ha!

[giggling] Could you say, 'Peter Piper picked a peck

of pickled peppers' for me? - Alex!

Sorry.

(HIGH-PITCHED) I can't see through the balloon,

so you need to let me know when to make my move.

No prob, Sammy.

We'll be your eyes.

Ah!

Clover!

[laughs]

CLOVER: Whoa!

OK, maybe I'll be my own eyes first, then Sammy's.

Good plan.

Now let's give this guy a taste of his own medicine.

Ugh!

Had enough, eh?

I thought so!

[grunting]

- Whoa-oa-oa! - Stop!

Stop!

You're on, Sammy.

(HIGH-PITCHED) Thanks!

Ha!

Hmm.

Ugh!

How did you do that?

We all have our tricks of the trade.

Well, you'll never stop me.

Hi-ya!

Whoa!

That's the craziest mall Santa I've ever seen.

Uh-- oh!

Whoa!

Your winter wonderland days are over, pal.

SANTA: Da! - Wha--?

Never!

[gasps]

[beeping]

[grunting]

[grunting]

I can't believe kicked Santa.

You're not Santa!

You're just a cheap knock-off in a cheaper Santa suit.

You think you're so clever?

Eat snow!

Sorry, I'm not hungry.

[grunting]

[laughs]

Ugh!

[laughs]

No, not my weather balloon!

No!

(HIGH-PITCHED) Da!

Let me out of here!

Well done, Sam!

Kudos, Sammy.

Guess we better check on our imposter.

[crash]

[groaning]

Leave me alone!

No can do.

We still got to bring you in for being naughty, not nice.

You'll all pay--

none of you knows the spirit of the holiday season anymore.

We don't know the spirit of the holiday--

hello?

Who just wreaked havoc all over So-Cal, Mr. Holiday Spirit?

At least I bought my arch rival an awesome gift.

So don't talk to me about holiday spirit.

I got to admit, she did dig deep to buy

Mandy such a great gift.

Huh?

ALEX: Hey, look at that.

LA is returning to the awesome sunny paradise it normally is.

CLOVER: Whee!

Well, sort of.

It appears we're going to have a major flooding problem.

[beeping tone]

- Nice job, girls. - Hey, Jer?

Mega problem, here.

LA is flooded with H2Ego.

Don't worry, we expected as much.

We've got it covered.

Now don't you have a party to return to?

We sure do.

[beeping]

That was, like, the most awesome party ever.

Yikes, our penthouse looks more like an igloo!

I guess the snow was packed so tightly it

didn't have a chance to melt.

No probs!

[whirring]

Oh, no!

I hope it doesn't flood the dorm!

MANDY: [shrieks] No, not my Blurblurry scarf!

Not my designer purse-- ah!

My shoes! (CRYING) Come back.

Guess Mandy got what she deserved after all

from her three secret Santas.

Now that's what I call the perfect present.

Speaking of presents, I believe these are for you.

- Jerry! - Sweet!

No way!

We totally knew you wouldn't let us down.

And we have your gift, too.

ALL: Happy holidays!

Bye.

[jingle bells]

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

[giggles]

Hmm.

[theme music]