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THEME SONG: Sam, Clover, Alex, whoo!

We arrive at the fashion world.

Yeah.

We are totally spies.

Genuine secret agents, but we never give into fear.

Sam, Clover, Alex, whoo!

We'll win every day of the year.

S-P-I-E-S We are totally spies.

Oh, oh.

Ow!

Clover, what are you doing?

Oh nothing, just studying your earlobe.

My earlobe?

What for?

Because my mom is coming to visit today

and I need to be prepared.

Prepared for what exactly?

For the fact that she's a way successful earlobe

contouring surgeon who thinks I'm following in her footsteps.

If she finds out I'm a fashion design major,

she's going to be all sorts of disappointed.

So I've decided to do all I can to convince her that I'm

pre-med instead of pre-thread.

"History of the Earlobe, Volume I,"

Are you seriously reading this?

I'm trying.

CLOVER'S MOM: Clover?

Surprise!

Mom, you're here.

Oh, my morning lobectomy finished ahead

of schedule, which means I have even more time

to spend with my little surgeon in training and, of course,

her best friends.

Oh OK, well, I wish I could hang,

but it's my first day volunteering at the campus

cat lab, and I can't be late.

And I'm on my way out for a jog.

See ya.

This is it, the animal lover's mother ship.

Hello, veterinary studies building.

Awesome.

This is going to be the best volunteer job ever.

You must be Alex.

I'm Professor Dion, Feline Dion.

It sounds like you're as excited about cats as I am.

Are you kidding?

Cats are like the cutest things ever.

I mean, besides those faux-fur boots you're wearing.

Thank you, and thank you for your enthusiasm about felines.

As far as I'm concerned, cats are

the most amazing, intelligent, glorious creatures

on the entire planet.

I only wish we humans could be more like them.

Um, yeah.

Like I said, they're cute, and I'll

take really good care of them.

I promise.

Excellent.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few errands to run.

I'll see you later.

Well, guess that leaves me and the kitties.

So what should I do first--

groom you, feed you, clean your cages?

Um, wait!

OK, one at a time.

I'm not following what you're saying.

Somebody, help!

Whoa!

Ah!

So Clover, tell me, how are your classes going?

They're, uh, going great.

I mean, pre-med is like so meducational.

You know?

So how about I fix you some coffee?

After that early morning surgery session, you must be wiped.

I'll be back in a sec.

Clover?

Clover?

Whoa!

Ow.

Yes, saved by the bell, I mean, the WOOHP.

SAM: Hey, let me out of here.

Ow, thanks girls.

Hello, ladies.

Would you care for a cold beverage?

Jerry?

In the flesh, rubber flesh that is.

I'm en route to the annual WOOHP Spy Guys Convention

and couldn't be more thrilled.

Yeah, so thrilled that you forgot that you're

still wearing a skirt.

Oopsie.

Is there a reason you brought us here, Jer?

That would be to inform you of several events that

have happened around the globe.

Including the Great Sphinx of Giza being restored

to its original luster, the sculptures of the presidents

at Mount Rushmore being replaced with cat

faces, and a rather odd occurrence

at the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

What do you mean by odd?

You'll need to see that for yourselves, and now

for your gadgets.

Today, we have a launching pad platform shoes, the solid iron

hair gel, the arctic blast breath mint,

and the chameleon eyeshadow.

Ooh, colorful.

And practical.

When applied, it not only blends the lids beautifully,

but it allows the user to blend into whatever background

they're standing against.

Thanks, Jer.

JERRY: You're quite welcome.

Now, prepare for landing.

ALL: Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa, Jer wasn't kidding when he said odd occurrence.

The entire tower is covered in carpet,

just like a giant cat tower.

Let's go in for a closer look.

Actually, I'm kind of enjoying the view right here, Sam.

CLOVER: Cha!

Anyone know how to say hunk

Nope, but I know how to say goodbye.

As in arrivederci, hot security guard.

Hello, chameleon eyeshadow. shadow.

Are you guys coming?

Uh, coming.

So what are we looking for exactly?

I guess anything that might be considered a clue.

Ow, I thought carpet was supposed to be plush.

It's not the carpet, Alex.

It's that weird fingernail claw thingy.

Whatever it is, we better analyze it on the double.

Ah!

Ah, uh.

We're busted girls.

Run for it!

SECURITY GUARD: Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

Follow me.

Wow, talk about thigh power.

Guess all those WOOHP Pilates classes are really paying off.

So who's ready to head back home?

As much as I'd love Italy, I really

do need to get back to my mom.

And while you do that, and Sammy goes to class,

I'll analyze the clue we found.

Hello?

Professor Dion?

Looks like the coast is clear.

Now to see what this freaky clue's all about.

No way.

This claw contains both human and cat DNA.

How is that even possible?

I better tell Sam and Clover right away.

Who are Sam and Clover, and what are you telling them?

Professor Dion, uh, Sam and Clover are my friends,

and I need to tell them that I'm working at the lab today.

So I can't join them for a froyo.

Hm.

Uh, did you just come from lunch?

Cause you seem to have a little something on your face.

It's nothing.

Actually, Alex, I have things covered here.

Why don't you call it a day?

OK.

Well, I'll see you later.

Yes, you will, and you'll be more perfect.

Hello?

Girls, we have an emergency.

Uh, are mutant mermen attacking the WOOHP yacht again?

No, worse.

My mom wants to have an early dinner in Beverly Hills.

Can you believe it?

What's so bad about that?

Duh, she's gonna want me to talk

about med school, which is why I need you two

to help me keep up the charade.

OK, fine.

We'll be there.

Thanks.

You two are the best.

So did you find anything out about our claw clue?

Yeah.

According to the lab's computer, it has both human and cat DNA.

Freaky.

You better send it to Jerry.

Maybe he can figure out exactly which

human we're talking about.

Huh.

GIRL: I'm not leaving a tip.

So Clover, what's your favorite earlobe shape--

tapered, round, dangly?

Oh.

Alex, grab a seat.

Thanks, Clover.

Purr, purr, mm, soft.

Uh, thanks.

Mm, purr.

Huh?

Alex, what you're doing?

Don't worry, mom.

Alex is just tired.

Sleep deprivation makes her do all sorts of outrageous things.

I remember being tired in college,

but I didn't do anything quite so peculiar.

MAN: Hey, what's going on here?

What was that?

I don't know.

We'd better check it out.

I'll see you back at the dorm.

Oh, that was a close one.

Thanks for acting weird and covering for me, Alex.

What do you mean acting weird?

Whoa.

Did someone say weird?

I guess now we know what that screaming was about.

Someone trashed the Bev Hills fountain

by filling it with yucky sand.

This isn't sand.

It's kitty litter, just like we have at the lab.

Freaky.

You think that has something to do

with all the other weird events that have been

happening around the world?

Is this your idea of a lamer than lame practical joke?

How dare you mess with my beloved Beverly Hills!

Jerry?

None other than.

I've arrived at the convention, but I took a moment to analyze

the sample you sent me.

What did you find?

Turns out, the human DNA belongs to a Feline Dion.

Feline Dion?

That's the professor from cat lab I work in.

I guess that stuff on her lip was more

than just leftovers from lunch.

Must've been whiskers.

Oh dear, sounds like you girls have some investigating to do.

Ta-ta, the horses await.

Alex, what is sticking up from the bottom of your shirt?

Oh, pretty.

Ah!

Pretty?

Try pretty disturbing.

It's like-- It's like you're turning into a cat person.

It must be from pricking your finger.

Ew, get out of there, Alex.

We better head to that cat lab right now

and get to the bottom of this.

- Meow. - Shh.

Nice kitty.

Nothing looks out of the ordinary.

Of course, I'm not even sure what we're looking for.

Purr, mm, hiss, meow.

Meow.

Maybe something like that?

Wow, what a fun room.

Yeah, if you're a demented 110 pound cat.

Oh, oopsie.

Sorry, Alex.

Odd, this looks like some kind of cryogenic containment unit.

Uh, translation?

Preferably with smaller words, please.

SAM: It's a fancy refrigerator.

The question is, what is this?

Cat DNA infused serum?

That's a weird thing to keep in the fridge.

Hm.

Ah!

FELINE DION: Not if you love cats as much as I do.

SAM: Feline Dion, I take it, and I see you've been

using the serum on yourself.

Oh!

The only thing better than petting a cat is being one,

and now I've devised a way to unite humans and cats together

forever by bonding their DNA.

Did it ever occur to you that not everyone

wants to be a cat person?

I mean, talk about a waxing nightmare.

She seems to be enjoying it.

Purr.

Alex?

And once I deploy the serum across the globe,

everyone will understand the joy that she and I feel.

Across the globe?

So you're the one who messed with all those landmarks.

The new race of cat people will need places to play

and landmarks to visit.

Meow.

Off to my first target, Mali-U.

We've got to get out of here before Feline

carries out her crazy plan.

Great idea, only this door isn't budging.

What do we do?

Alex, can you use one of your claws

to pick the lock on this door?

No problem.

Awesome!

Good kitty.

Now to inject the cat DNA serum

into the schools water line.

In two minutes time, the sprinklers will be activated,

and everyone will turn into glorious cat people.

Hahaha.

There's Feline.

Looks like I have company.

Time for a game of cat and mouse.

CLOVER: Whoa.

Talk about a cat-tastic move.

Good thing we've got moves of our own.

Launching pad platform shoes, do your thing.

Yeah.

Awesome.

You're almost as fast as me.

That's right, keep chasing me and watch as my plan unfolds.

Meow.

Hahaha.

Whoa.

I can't believe she made that jump.

Feline must have nine lives as a cat.

And so must Alex.

Hurry up, guys, she's getting away.

Ready to launch?

Let's do it.

The sprinkler system, so that's how she's going

to hit Mali-U. You guys keep after Feline,

while I stop her serum.

Guys?

We'll try, Sammy, as soon as we figure our

how to escape this yarn ball.

Ah!

Come on, Alex, bag this cat.

We're on your tail, Feline.

Ah!

Ew, a giant hairball.

You're so going to pay my dry cleaning bill.

I've only got 30 seconds.

Meow.

So how are you liking your new cat self, Alex?

I like it just fine, but that doesn't

mean I'm going to let you turn everyone in the world

into cat people.

We'll see about that.

Meow.

Oh no.

This calls for a little extra spy power.

The solid iron hair gel should do the trick.

Meow.

Get her, Alex.

You're twice the cat she is.

Hey, Clover, think you can spare an earring?

I'm glad you like them, but is this really

the time to be accessorizing?

I'm not accessorizing, I'm weaponizing.

Now, hand it over.

Good kitty.

Follow the pendulum.

Follow the pend-- purr.

Purr.

Nice job, Alex.

Alex?

Oh, I've got it from here.

You just relax.

Uh-oh, this isn't going to be pretty.

Luckily, it's nothing an arctic blast breath mint can't solve.

Mm, refreshing too.

Cool, a new ice sculpture.

I'm sure those lame girls will mess this up too.

Spies, could you use a little help?

I thought you'd never ask.

This bad kitty needs a time out.

Meow.

Oh my, Alex, you look like one of my disguises.

Actually, I kind of like it.

I was thinking I might stay this way.

You'd better come with me.

We can discuss it at WOOHP.

I'll send some agents to clean up this little campus mess.

Thanks, Jer.

OMG.

I totally forgot about my mom.

I've got to get back to the penthouse right away.

Hey, Clover, just think about coming

clean about your real major.

I promise she won't be disappointed in you.

Hey, mom, I'm back.

Oh.

Don't pay any attention to that.

Sketching is just a silly hobby, unlike earlobe surgery,

which is like my total passion.

In fact, when I remembered I had a test tomorrow on lobe shapes,

I ran to the library to study up.

You don't say.

OK, fine.

You caught me.

I'm not really studying to be a doctor.

I'm studying to be a fashion designer, and I'm sorry,

I didn't tell you sooner, but I so

don't want to disappoint you.

Can you ever forgive me?

Forgive you?

Sweetie, I'm thrilled that you've found your passion,

and even if you love hemlines more than earlobes,

I still love you.

You do?

Of course, and remember, whatever

you have going on in your life, you

can always share it with me.

Thanks, mom.

You're the best.

So what do you say to designing me

a new pair of hospital scrubs?

I'd love to.

Hm.

Ooh.