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THEME SONG: Sam, Clover, Alex, whoo!

We arrive in the fashion world.

We are Totally Spies.

Genuine secret agents.

But we never give into fear.

Sam, Clover, Alex, whoo!

We win everyday of the year.

S-P-I-E-S. We are Totally Spies.

Huh?

I am pleased you are restoring our palace

to its original splendor.

Trust me.

You're in good hands.

Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll go in

and get a feel for the place.

What's happening?

What is it Clover?

Yeah, what's wrong?

Everything.

It's like no matter what I do today, I just

can't get my fashion groove on.

Pfft.

I'll say.

I mean, that skirt of yours, totally puts the lame in lame.

Keep walking, Mandy.

I'm so not in the mood for your tude.

Ouch, with a capital o.

I'm afraid I have to agree with Mandy's critique.

This just isn't a happy fashion moment, Clover.

If you want to pass the course, you really need to up the wow

factor on the midterm.

When it comes your midterm, which will be a super fab

runway event showcasing everyone's most fashtabulous

design, I only give out one a.

Oh, I just love a good competition, as in we'll just

see who achieves fashion greatness

and who's a fashion disaster.

Later, loser.

Grr.

That's it!

There's no way I'm going to let Mandy out-design me.

It's game on.

Don't worry.

All you have to do is come up with a great look

for the mid-term runway, and you'll

totally ace this semester.

Yeah, and put Mindy in her place.

Hey, check it out.

That's weird.

You know, since there aren't any windows open in the room.

That's because this isn't ordinary fabric,

it's WOOHP fabric, which means it's time to get our spy on.

Hey!

Hello, ladies.

So lovely to see you again.

Jerry, this is so not cool.

We have fashion design midterms coming up

and I need to get an a.

Well, I'd be happy to help you Clover.

After all, you may have noticed that I'm quite the fashion bug.

Ugh.

Yeah, maybe in the '70's.

Now stop joking, Jer.

This is serious.

Ahem, very well then.

The sooner you get going on your mission,

the sooner you can get back to your school work.

So what is our mission, Jer?

It turns out that several of the world's

most prominent interior designers

have vanished without a trace.

And it's up to you three to get to the bottom of it.

Without a trace, huh?

That's not much to go on.

That's why I've summoned you, girls.

After all, you're the best.

Oh, this is one time when I wish we were the second best.

And now for your gadgets.

Today we have from the WOOHP chameleon line,

the amazing chameleon tongue, and some blend-away background

spray.

Neat.

Glad you approve.

We also have the WOOHP fiber analyzing lint brush,

the parasol brick wall, the slice through anything diamond

cowgirl boot spurs, and last, but not least, the IPPV,

or insanely powerful portable vacuum, helpful in cleaning up

messes both large and small.

Thanks, Jerry.

You're quite welcome.

Now, goodbye, spies, and good luck.

This is so boss.

I mean, who even knew WOOHP had non-humans on staff.

I think I'm going to call him Zeke.

We're getting close to the Taj Mahal.

According to Ingrid Yardsticks office, one of the designers

that disappeared, that's where she was last seen.

Huh?

Do you think Zeke ran out of gas?

I don't think so, Alex.

Looks like this is our stop.

Awesome.

Bye, Zeke.

Thanks for the ride.

Oh.

Bye.

Guess I won't be using any of my outfit in my midterm design,

after all.

OK spies, time to spread out and look for clues.

I don't know, Sammy.

This place is huge.

Trying to find a missing design here

will be like trying to find a hair on Jerry's head.

Maybe not.

I mean, hello, if these don't scream, missing designer,

I don't know what does?

What's so special about a random pair of glasses?

They aren't random.

They're incredibly stylish designer specs.

Whoa, you're right.

The glasses Ingrid's wearing in the photo Jer

showed us, match these exactly.

Yes.

Come on, girls.

Let's do this.

Oh, great.

Now what?

Guess we'll just have to bust out

our amazing chameleon tongues.

Kinda cool, yet kinda freaky.

Uh-oh.

I'm losing my stickiness.

Huh?

Phew, close one.

And a gross one.

Are we not a fan of the amazing chameleon tongue?

Whoa, who detonated the ugly bomb?

I mean, I'm no design genius, but I kind of

thought the Taj Mahal would be a little less

tacky and a little more classy.

Which means someone must have redesigned it.

You mean, someone like our missing designer?

I'm not sure, but one thing's for certain--

she was definitely here.

Her initials are on this measuring tape.

Hey, what gives?

Don't worry.

I've got this.

OK.

Now push off against the wall, so we can

swing back toward the window.

Nicely done, spies.

Now all we got to do is find a way back down to Earth.

Zeke, you're back.

Now, that's what I call elephantastic.

All right, girls, time to give Jerry

the 411 on what's happening.

Hmm?

Ingrid's glasses and measuring tape--

most peculiar, indeed.

Oh, dear, it seems several more famous interior designers

have just gone missing.

Uh-oh.

We better go find them.

This is getting out of hand.

CLOVER: I agree.

But first, I need to use this fancy lip brush

to get these nasty carpet fibers off my spy uni.

Oh my, the fibers are made from the cells

of the carnivorous Dionaea muscipula plant,

commonly known as the Venus flytrap.

The only known source is from a flooring

warehouse on the eastern seaboard of the United States.

Whoa.

Way to find a clue, Clover.

Uh-- my pleasure.

But how does knowing where the flytrappy carpet

fibers originated from help us?

Because if we find the source, we might find our villain.

Right, Jer? - It's definitely a possibility.

In fact, it appears that someone just

bought a ton of this exact carpeting,

and it's currently being delivered to its destination

as we speak.

Delivered how?

By semi truck.

If you hang on, I can have us hovering over

the vehicle in mere moments.

This is it, girls.

Happy landing.

Uh-- oh no, it's Professor Plunkett

Maybe I should toss my phone.

SAM: You have to talk to him, Clover.

Remember, your grade depends on it.

Hello?

Clover, just checking in to see how

your midterm is coming along?

Remember, I expect a mind-blowing extravaganza of

prancing fabric on that runway.

Oh, uh-- hi.

Yeah.

It's uh-- going great, Professor Plunkett Can

you hear the sewing machine?

I've been working all afternoon.

I'm pleased to hear that.

After all, when it comes to fashion, no pain, no gain.

Yep.

I'm definitely feeling the pain.

Thanks for the call.

See you soon.

What now?

It's a text.

From who?

One guess.

Ignore her, Clover.

We've got bigger issues to deal with.

Yeah.

Did We make it?

Are we here?

Now way, we're at the White House.

I can't believe I'm saying this,

but how do we avoid being seen by the super cute security

guards at the front door?

A quick hit of blend-away background

spray should do the trick.

Awesome.

OK.

How cool is this?

This place is so full of tradition

and awesome presidenty stuff.

Yeah.

But it kind of begs the question--

why is the president letting 2000 yards

of tacky sea-foam blue, made with killer plants carpeting,

get delivered here?

Isn't that, like, an impeachable offense?

I sure hope the kitchen staff keeps some peanuts on hand.

I've got a real craving tonight.

I want to get the shade historically correct.

MAGGIE TRENDSET: Don't you worry about that one bit.

Your interior decorating services

are no longer needed here.

Ha, ha, ha.

Whoever ordered that carping must be here to receive it.

The only question is, where?

Guys?

Hold on.

Are you hearing what I'm hearing?

Sounds like struggling noises to me.

Either that or those peanuts aren't

agreeing with the president.

Let's go.

MAGGIE TRENDSET: Like it or not, I'm the new interior designer

on this project.

Now, to give this place the presidential makeover

it deserves.

Hiya!

Oh no, it happened again.

No need to thank me.

My work is its own reward.

Finally, this building has a cutting edge style that will

be the envy of the world over.

And who, exactly, are you, besides a lady who,

apparently, doesn't own a mirror?

I'm Maggie Trendset.

You haven't heard of me?

Uh-- now.

I'm, formally, the most underappreciated

interior designer in the world.

But now, my notoriety is going global.

So how did you even get in here?

And the Taj Mahal, for that matter?

That was easy.

All I had to do was hide within my, oh so special, carpeting.

Oh, it's special all right.

But I'm not sure what you're hoping

to achieve by barging into places like this

and completely trashing them.

I'd grown tired of being rejected for design jobs,

so I've decided to force my work on those who rejected me.

First, the Taj Mahal and the White House, now the world.

Let's give Maggie a major league makeover, spies.

Yeah.

Let me know how that works out for you?

Hey, meanie peanie.

Huh?

Whoa.

Hey.

Don't worry, guys.

I'm on it.

Settle in, girls.

Enjoy the scenery.

You'll be here for awhile.

I can't believe we're being beaten

up by rugs and bean bag chairs.

This has got to be an all-time low.

Wish me luck.

I've got an entire world to redesign.

We need to do something.

Sooner or later, Maggie is going to get around to our dorm room,

and we're going to be the laughing stock of Mali-U. Wait,

I've got it.

The slice through anything diamond cowgirl boot spurs.

Give it a try.

And the sooner, the better.

At least this rug was nice enough to break my fall.

Whew.

Thanks, Clover.

The designer.

Ah!

Ah!

So much for gratitude.

Now let's go lower the boom on Maggie.

I guess Maggie isn't just an interior designer anymore.

She's graduated to exteriors.

This is nuts.

We better send Jerry an alert, right away.

Look, it's Maggie.

Let's get her, spies.

Hey, girls.

Don't you just love what I've done with the place?

As if.

The only space you should be allowed to decorate

is the inside of a jail cell.

Not going to happen.

Clover, we need to turn this thing around and uncover Sammy.

Quick, run the opposite way.

Thanks, guys.

But look out.

Pink is definitely your color.

Ugh OK.

This is ridiculous.

It's time to turn the tables on Maggie.

My designs are edgy and dangerous, girls.

I tried to warn you.

The president has now evacuated the White House.

Mr. President, I can do wonders for your limo.

Let me show you.

ALEX: Step away from the car, Maggie.

Oh, we're going to try all right.

Triple-flying scissor kick, girls.

Hiya!

Yes!

In that case, why don't you check out

my color

Ha, ha, ha.

Luckily, we've got the parasol brick wall to help us out.

Way to work the gadgets, Clover.

Speaking of gadgets-- let's see what the IPPV is made of.

Oopsy.

Time to throw in the trowel, Maggie,

cause your designing days are donezo.

Wow.

Jerry wasn't kidding.

That's one powerful vacuum.

Ah!

Stop! No!

No!

You're ruining everything!

Ah!

Double oopsy.

Excellent work, spies.

We'll take Maggie to the containment facility

where she clearly belongs.

And what about the other missing designers,

like Ingrid Yardstick?

You'll be happy to hear that WOOHP has found and freed them.

Another job well done, Jerry.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Happy to be of service.

And thank you too, girls.

Have a nice day.

No way!

OMG.

The president just spoke to us.

He did, indeed.

Of course, exciting as it is, this

isn't information you'll be allowed

to share with your schoolmates.

Oh, no.

With all the spying we've been doing today,

I haven't had a chance to work on my assignment.

I'm so going to flunk out of fashion design class.

Don't worry, Clover. You'll think of something.

Yeah.

And I'm sure whatever it is, it will be great.

Ooh.

Oh, how interesting.

Yes, very chic.

Now that's how you rock a sombrero, sister.

OK, people, make way for the catwalk queen.

Oh!

Just gorgeous, Mandy.

If I was the fashion police, I would write you

a ticket for being fabulous.

All right, Clover, this is it.

Now, work it like you mean it.

Oh, wow.

Awe.

Ah!

Hmm.

Oh my word, how avant-garde.

In all my years, that is truly the most

audacious thing I've ever seen.

And I love it!

a, a, a!

Yes.

But that's no fair!

I'm the best!

Yeah, the best at losing.