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Sam, Clover, Alex, woo.

We're a profession world.

We are totally spies.

Genuine secret agents.

Because we never give into fear.

Sam, Clover, Alex, woo.

Doing every day of the year.

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

Huh?

Oo, how about a fully equipped luxury yurt?

Or a digital soccer ball.

Or their own signature perfume?

Oh, or a double decker designer dog bag.

Those would all be great suggestions girls.

If only my parents weren't the hardest people to shop

for on the entire planet.

When I say they already have one of everything, I mean it.

And their 20th anniversary is tomorrow.

What am I going to do?

Don't worry Sammy.

We'll help you think of something.

Woo.

How about this personal mani

I mean, hello, if this doesn't scream totally unique gift,

I don't know what does.

I agree, Clover, which is exactly why

I bought it for them last year.

Whoa.

What's with the noise fest?

CLOVER: Check it out, a stretch limo.

Do you think it's a celeb in the midst of some kind

of shopping emergency?

Huh, oh, something tells me it's

even more important than that.

Sam's right.

It's not a celeb 9-1-1.

It's a WHOOP 9-1-1.

Ah.

- Hello Spies.

So lovely to see you again.

Wish I could say the same, Jer.

But you totally interrupted our quest to find the perfect gift

for my parent's anniversary.

Sorry to hear that.

But I assure you that I am here on very important business,

namely to inform you that several high-profile weddings

around the globe have been attacked by unseen forces.

What do you mean, attacked?

JERRY: See for yourself.

This footage is from a wedding that took

place in Italy just yesterday.

CLOVER: Oh.

No way.

This is footage from the Kim Starsmashian wedding.

Kim Starshmashian?

Who's that?

Duh, only like the most famous socialite

in the whole wide world.

And the prettiest, which isn't surprising considering she

cleans her face with diamond dust.

Speaking of diamonds, check out that rock on her finger.

It was discovered on the moon.

Which, FYI, is where she met that astronaut hottie of hers.

Can you say groomtastic?

Whoa, that was seriously scary.

Todes.

From what I could see, that dream wedding

looked more like a nightmare.

Indeed.

And WHOOP has no indication of what may

have caused the disturbance.

So far, it's a complete mystery.

I'll tell you what else is a mystery.

Why Kim Starsmashian would wear such a strange wedding dress.

I mean, I know fashion.

And I've never seen anything like it before.

It's way avante garde.

Interesting observation, Clover.

According to Global Shipping records,

the dress came from a nondescript warehouse in

the garment district in Paris.

And what the dresses worn by the other brides, Jer?

JERRY: They came from the warehouse as well.

It appears we have our first clue, Spies.

You're to go to France and check it out right away.

Ah, oo, well what are you waiting for?

WHOOP us already.

I can't send you just yet.

After all, I haven't given you your gadgets.

Whoa. Yeah.

Whoa.

JERRY: Today we have a pair of drill heel boots,

and infrared x-ray contact lens, power tweezer

squeezes, and fresh on the gadget scene, an escape

from trouble bubble wand.

Thanks, Jerry.

You're quite welcome.

I've also arranged for the WHOOP-a-twa

to be available for you once you've reach your destination.

The WHOOP

You'll see.

Now goodbye girls, and good luck.

Yeah.

Maybe you should do something romantic for your parents 20th,

Sam like having their faces appear on the Eiffel Tower

during the laser light show.

Or you could get someone to paint

their picture impressionist style

and hanging in the Louvre.

Thanks girls.

But I got them that two years ago.

Huh.

Ah, sorry, Sammy, but the shopathon will have to wait.

Looks like we're almost at the warehouse.

Ah.

CLOVER: Good.

Let's get to the mission and off the WHOOP-a-twa

before my motion sickness gets any worse.

This is it, the place where all the bride's

dresses were shipped from.

CLOVER: Sheesh, so much for putting out the welcome mat.

SAM: Good thing we're spies, as in, we can let ourselves in.

And the drill heel boots are just

the thing to make that happen.

[LOUD DRILLING NOISES AND SCREAMS]

Nice work, Alex.

CLOVER: Is it me or is this place not exactly

rocking a fashion design vibe?

You're right, Clover.

It's rocking more of a dusty smelly vibe.

I don't get it.

There has to be something we're missing.

CLOVER: Well, if there is, the infrared x-ray contact lens

will lead us to it.

Whoa.

No way.

What is it, Clover?

A hidden room behind that wall.

Any chance there's a hidden button to go with it?

Isn't there always?

Bad guy lairs are, like, so predictable.

Oops. Scratch that.

That was, like, totally unexpected.

Huh?

Ah.

OK, dusty and smelly just turned into freaky and weirdy.

Tell me about it.

I mean, since when are wedding gowns this high tech?

No wonder Kim Starsmashian's dress looked so

strange in the footage we saw.

Girls, check it out.

It's a list of all the wedding dresses and who ordered them.

Oh, that's awesome, Sammy.

Um, why is it awesome exactly?

Because if we can figure out where the next dress is going,

we can get one step ahead of our villain,

wrap this mission up, and get back to anniversary shopping.

Ha ha.

Oh no.

It says here that the last dress was shipped

to the royal palace in England.

The Royal wedding?

We've got to tell Jerry right away.

Uh-oh, sounds like we tripped the alarm.

We better get out of here.

Uh, girls, do you recognize that sound from Professor

Plunkett's class?

Yeah, it sounds just like--

A sewing machine.

Look out.

Oh.

This is one wacky security system.

Agh.

Ah, unless we want to be sewn together,

we better pick up the pace.

Don't worry ladies.

I know just what to do to put this rude machine in its place.

Agh.

Ah.

Hey.

Woo ho.

Way to go, Sam.

But hopefully your cowgirl moves work on fabric steamers

as well.

This is nuts.

The whole place is totally rigged to attack.

Ah.

Oh, what's that?

That is the express train outta here.

Come on.

Whoa.

Woo hoo.

Ah, ow.

Whew, talk about temperamental equipment.

At least it's not a total bust.

All of the wrinkles got steamed out of my uni.

Ladies, how is the mission going?

Terrible.

We just got attacked by the meanest sewing machine ever.

Bummer.

On the bright side, we think we

know where our baddie is going to strike next,

the royal palace in England.

Oh dear.

The royal wedding is about to take place there tomorrow.

You girls are to go undercover and keep an eye

on this high-profile event.

Yeah.

Jerry, you're a genius.

I mean, what better place to meet

a prince than a royal wedding.

And find a wedding crashing baddie, of course.

Very good.

I'll add your names to the guest list.

Be vigilant as England is very near and dear to my heart.

Cheerio, ladies.

Oh, we're going to England.

And we're on the guest list.

British anniversary gifts, here we come.

OK, girls, huddle up.

We need to put together fabtastic outfits

that'll knock them down at this royal wedding.

Trust me, girls.

They'll never know what hit them.

Ha ha ha.

This is so awesome.

I mean, look at all the cute boys.

I wonder which ones are royalty.

Shouldn't they be wearing crowns or something?

Hm.

Do you think maybe the bride and groom would

give me one of their gifts?

Because people are always getting two of something

as a wedding present, right?

I don't know, Sam.

But right now, we need to keep our eyes

peeled for our villain.

We should spread out.

CLOVER: Hm, I agree.

I'll head this way.

We can keep in touch via ear com.

Hello there.

Are you with the brides or the grooms?

Oh, I'm with the party.

So nice to meet you.

Ah, hm.

Oh, that cake looks so scrumpstiousy.

Oh, no one will mind if I just take a little taste.

Yummy.

Oh.

Hm.

Mm.

Oopsie.

A waiter, ugh.

I'm looking for a Prince Charming, not

a blue plate special.

Guys, I'm not seeing anything strange over here.

Me neither.

Mm, yeah, me neither.

Oh, it's the bride, which means

the prince can't be far behind.

There it is, the crazy gown we saw designs for the warehouse.

Clover's right.

Mm.

I'm going to get a closer look with the infrared

x-ray contact lens.

SAM: We're moving in to give you support.

The things I do for WHOOP.

O-M-G. This dress is majorly decked out

with hidden hostile intentions.

Hey.

Who's getting all gropey.

Watch the threads.

All right you three, I don't know what you're up to,

but you're outta here.

Oh.

I'm on the guest list.

And going to the royal wedding is a once in a lifetime

opportunity.

I can't miss it.

That's where your wrong, princess.

You're so gonna miss it.

Look, you've got to listen to us.

We think that the bride may be in a lot of danger.

You have to let us out of here immediately.

Hm.

For being so soft and cuddly, you sure are crabby.

Oh.

Oh.

No way, it can't be.

Wh-- what are you talking about, Clover?

Haven't you been paying attention

to fashion design class, Sam?

That's Wera Van, the most famous wedding dress designer

ever.

So, what are you doing dressed as a guard Ms. Van?

Is military sheik making a comeback or something?

Not exactly.

Let's just say I'm here to cause some chaos.

Wait a sec.

Are you the one who weaponized the bride's gown?

I sure am.

But why would you do such an evil thing?

Because I'm tired of no one truly appreciating my work.

Once these brides wear my creations,

they shove them into a closet never to be worn again.

So I decided to make the center of attention.

Gowns that no one will ever forget.

Ha ha ha ha.

OK, so I get the crazy bitter villain lady part.

But do the dresses have to look so over the top?

Sometimes, less is more, if you know what I mean?

You try loading electronic weaponry into a wedding gown

and have it look good.

Right It's not easy.

Wera, just let us out of here.

There's still time to stop this madness.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, oh, the madness has just begun.

Huh?

So long girls.

I've got a wedding to crash.

Agh.

Wait.

Oh no.

Uh-oh.

Agh.

Ah, ugh.

This thing is locked tighter than Clover's fifth grade

diary.

Well, we better come up with something fast.

Because the chips are down.

And we're about to be swimming with the fishes.

Not to mention the fact that if I don't make it out of here,

I'll miss my parent's anniversary completely.

Ah, ah, oh, ah.

Those tweezers are sweet.

Imagine what they can do with stubborn stray eyebrow hairs.

Come on.

We gotta hurry back to the wedding.

Huh.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to--

Experience the wonder that is my latest creation.

ha, ha, ha, ha.

Oh.

Ah, ha, ha, ha.

I wanted my wedding dress to be special.

But I wasn't expecting this.

Ah.

Ah, ha, ha, ha.

Don't worry. it's just a minor technical difficulty.

Everything is fine.

Ah, ha, ha, ha.

WERA: Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Agh.

No.

Get away.

Agh.

Ah, ha, ha, ha.

[ROCKETS LAUNCHING AND BLOWING UP]

Let me outta here.

Looks like Wera already got her little party started.

Totally.

This royal wedding is a royal disaster.

Charlie, help me.

Yes, darling.

I'll get help right away.

Ah.

Whoa, that prince is a total wimp.

Cross royalty off my dream boy wish list.

WERA: So, those annoying girls managed to escape.

Well there's no escaping my dress.

This is my best dismantling of a wedding yet.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Agh.

Agh.

Uh-oh.

Angry gown headed our way.

Then it's time to bubble up with the escape

from trouble bubble want.

No.

Oh, awesome.

So, you want to play games?

Fine.

I can play, too.

How about a little kick ball?

Agh.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Agh.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Ah, so much for escaping from trouble.

Oh, tell me about it.

That was more nauseating than riding on the WHOOP-a-twa.

Ah, come on, girls.

If we want to save that bride, we gotta but a move.

Time to put that dress out of commission.

Agh.

SAM: With a little help from this cake.

[BRIDE SCREAMING AND INTENSE MUSIC]

Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Um, um, um.

[BRIDE SCREAMING AND INTENSE MUSIC]

Ah.

Oh, I'll be getting a refund on that dress.

Yes.

Yeah.

Way to bounce that dress into the bargain bin.

Oh.

This isn't over yet.

Agh, sorry girls, but no one crashes my wedding crash.

Ah.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Your skills are no match for my cutting edge fashion.

Whatever lady.

I haven't met an accessory that's gotten the better of me

yet.

And I haven't met a villain that's gotten the better of me.

Yeah.

What they said.

Don't worry, all that's about to change.

Whoa.

Ah.

No.

Yah.

Hey, paws off.

No, ah, oh.

Yes.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

I think it's time we turned this crazy dress

on its crazy designer, Alex.

With pleasure, Sammy.

Hah.

Oh.

Agh.

Ugh.

Agh.

Gotcha.

Sheesh, I think that thing just

squeezed me down to a size 2.

Excellent work spies.

My agents will take it from here and take

Wera Van to the WHOOP containment facility

where she clearly belongs.

Thanks Jerry.

And as much as I'd love to stay

and chat about your success in defeating fashion evil--

[FINGERS SNAPPING AND HORSE NEIGHING]

I need to gather up the wedding party ASAP so the ceremony can

be finished.

After all, England is counting on me.

And I can't let Her down.

Whoa.

Now there's something you don't see every day.

Good Good thing.

Seeing Jerry in action like that is way too freaky.

Yes.

Quick, I need a box so I can get this delivered to my parents

before their 20th anniversary is over.

Oh, I think today is yesterday now, Sammy.

Their anniversary is donezo.

I can't believe it.

Where did the time go?

CLOVER: The same place it always goes and us

hopping from continent to continent

chasing around twisted baddies.

Agh.

Oh, this is a lame gift anyway.

So much for finding them something unique.

Hello?

Sam darling.

It's mummy and daddy.

Oh, hi mom.

Hi dad.

Happy anniversary.

Listen I'm sorry that I--

Honey, we just wanted to thank you for the amazing anniversary

gift.

Hm?

An amphibious bicycle tour of London.

Oh.

We have never had such a unique present.

Uh, did you say bicycle tour of London?

You are so good to us, baby.

We're about to wrap things up.

But thank you again.

And we'll see you soon.

Crazy.

I wonder who got them that gift.

Consider this my thank you for a mission well done.

Jerry.

Sweet.

Sounds like Jerry really came through for you this time.

I'll say.

But there is no way I'm going to blow it again next year,

which is why I'm going to start thinking

about a 21st anniversary gift right now.