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THEME SONG: Sam, Clover, Alex, whoo.

We arrive at the fashion world.

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 total spies.

Mandy's dry cleaning, check.

Low fat Fro Yo, check.

Now what else for her Highness?

"Star Gossip Weekly."

Better hurry before she goes into gossip mag withdrawal.

OK, time for some mini sonic disintegrator boom box action.

OMG.

That is so cute.

Excellent work, spies.

Allow me to finish the job.

He's all yours, Jer.

Now, if you don't mind, it's back to campus life for us.

Whoa, Alex, Clover, Sam.

Oh, my.

That was so amazing.

I know they didn't learn those moves at Mali U

Yes, it certainly was amazing.

Now, what did you say your name was, my boy?

Trent.

Excellent.

Now, why don't you come with me, Trent,

and I'll explain everything.

I don't know about you too, but after that wacky mission,

I am wiped.

Totally, I'm just gonna couch potato out and do nothing

for the rest of the day.

Forget about vegging.

As in the Mali U Spring Fling dance is tomorrow.

Uh-oh.

That hardly gives us any time to shop for new clothes.

Hello I think we all have something far more serious

to think about than outfits.

We need dates for the dance.

Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment,

I have some other business to attend to.

So is this some kind of super secret spy agency?

Can I be one too?

All very good questions, Trent.

Ta ta.

That's it.

Almost done.

And memory erased.

Hopefully, that clears everything up.

Ta ta.

OK, ladies, radar up.

There's got to be some cute guys around here somewhere.

Cute's good, but I'm looking for an athlete.

And I'm looking for a brainiac.

Oh.

Trent?

There you are, intern.

What took you so long?

I'm not sure, Mandy.

I don't remember.

No way.

You wrinkled my dry cleaning and my mags are totally thrashed,

and my fro yo is more like fro no.

You're on thin ice, mister.

You're on thin ice, mister, unless you

want to get replaced.

Replaced?

Who'd want to take this job?

Huh

No way.

Good one, Trent.

I'm going to forgive you, Trent.

Clearly you suffered some sort of head injury.

You have one last chance to make it up to me.

Be at the Groove in precisely 30 minutes

to help me shop or else.

Oh, I'll be there, Mandy.

Did you see that?

Yeah.

I mean, I don't know what's gotten in to Trent,

but I definitely like it.

Now, focus, girls, the student union

is a guy hunting gold mine.

Maybe we should take this guy quest on the road.

Hey, Jer.

What's the 911?

Mission time, spies.

We've just received reports of a very

strange sighting at the Groove.

Strange, like a totally unadvertised shoe sale?

No, strange like a mysterious being

lurking amongst the buildings.

Sheesh.

How many freaky characters are we supposed

to deal with in one day?

First that scorpion thingy, and now this.

And now your gadgets.

Today, we have the expanding emery board springboard,

the mini mixtastic clue centrifuge,

suction cup bottom go go boots, super range

biodegradable spitball tracker, in the wind

tunnel tornado blast hairdryer.

Sweet.

Good luck, spies, on your way now.

Oopsie, wrong button.

Anyway, follow that gear.

Where is Trent?

He's 26 and a 1/2 seconds late.

OK, let's check it.

Look.

It's Mandy.

Let go of my stuff, loser.

Security!

Security.

Whoever or whatever was attacking

her is going for the roof.

Then that's where we're headed,

courtesy of the expanding emery boards springboard.

It's headed that way.

Leave a message.

Can't you see I'm struggling for my shopping survival here?

We've got to do something fast or that thing

is going to get Mandy.

Not if I can help it.

Talk about a shopping disaster, I am so out of here.

Guys, that monster is getting away.

Man, that sneaky shadow gave us the slip.

Look at all these sequins that came

off of whatever it was wearing.

I mean, hello, 70s much.

These aren't sequins, Clover, they look more like scales.

Scales?

OK, now that's just plain grody.

Agreed.

Now let's see if the mini mixtastic clue centrifuge

can give us some more information

while we head back to school.

Talk about a weird mission.

I just can't get my head around why that thing was after Mandy.

I'm with you, Alex.

It's a total mystery.

Almost as much of a mystery as who are dates to the Spring

Fling are going to be.

If we wait much longer, that field of prospects

is going to get way thin.

Is it warm out here, or is it just that total hottie?

Who is that?

Wow.

Oh, that's just Trent.

Trent?

When did he go from meek to chic?

Trent, I cannot believe you blew me off.

Do you have any idea what I've been through?

Whatever it was, it looks like it was a pretty hair

raising experience.

This is unacceptable, Trent.

You have duties.

Duties.

Yeah, and my first duty is to ignore you.

Oh, that's it.

You are so totally on probation.

Sh.

Use your indoor voice, Mandy.

That's a good girl.

What has gotten into him?

Beats me, but I'm liking me some Trent 2.0.

Wow.

Whoa, those are some mad athletic skills.

Oh.

Ew, did he just try to eat a fly?

Speaking of ew.

Looks like we've got more info on our scales.

Come on.

So what's the verdict, Sammy?

Who's our scaly batty?

OK, this is way weird.

It says the scales came from a predatory arthropod.

Oh, no.

A predatory arthropod?

Uh, what's a predatory arthropod?

In this case, a scorpion, a very big scorpion.

You mean like the one we nabbed just this morning?

Exactly like that one, which means only one thing.

He must've escaped from WOOHP.

We've got to let Jerry know.

Jer, we figured out what happened

and came as fast as we could.

Good thinking.

Now perhaps you can tell me what in the world

you're talking about.

You know, that the gnarly scorpion

guy, the one who clearly needs some major skin moisturizer,

escaped.

Sorry, spies, he's in the holding

cell behind that sliding wall.

But we found scorpion scales at the Groove right

after we chased him.

Sorry, girls, but whatever you're chasing.

It's not him.

Oh my, it appears there's a disturbance in progress

at the Mali U campus.

Mali U?

Hurry up, Jerry, you gotta--

I'm way ahead of you, girls.

Ew.

Thanks for nothing, Jer.

Hi.

Are you guys going to the spring fling?

Because we're looking for dates.

Gross.

Ew.

What?

It came from up there.

Then let's go, go, go with our suction

cup bottomed go-go boots.

Ew, get away from me, you freak.

Trent?

No way.

Oh, it's way.

It's way way.

Trent, take it easy.

What are you doing?

Something I should have done a long time ago.

No.

This isn't like you.

The real Trent would never do this.

The old Trent is gone.

This is exactly what the new Trent does.

This little pest won't be bossing me around anymore.

Pest?

Me?

You're the big insect grossy thing.

Ew. This is so not a natural fabric.

Uh, mind not using me as your human shield?

And try not to annoy him.

We're trying to help you here.

Any last words, Mandy?

As a matter of fact, yes.

I'd be willing to make you only polish

half of my shoe collection if it would make you reconsider--

I can't move.

I'm totally numb.

Now you can't move your mouth either.

That's much better.

Alex, use the super range biodegradable spitball tracker.

Bullseye.

I was the spitball champion in third grade.

We have to call Jerry right away

and get to the bottom of this.

Ladies, did you figure out the ruckus on campus?

Big time.

One of our classmates, Trent, got

all scorpion mania on Mandy.

Oh, my.

That's quite a coincidence.

Earlier today I had somebody in my office by that very name.

I'll bring up the surveillance footage.

Yep, that's Trent.

Why was he there?

After he witnessed you girls in action,

I had to do a little judicious editing of his memory.

Uh-oh.

Look, we have a problem.

The signals got crossed.

It must have been some sort of defective transfuser

capacitorizer.

More like a defective WOOHP agent.

It looks as if I was successful

in erasing Trent's memories, but also in downloading

scorpion DNA into Trent.

Now we know what we're dealing with.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but--

We have to save Mandy.

Spitball tracker coming online.

Let's go.

I can't believe you turned into that thing before.

It was gross, and you know I'm allergic to shellfish.

Gross?

I don't think so.

Strong and confident, oh, yeah.

Who do you think is going to mess with Trent

now that he's a scorpion man?

First of all, you're not a scorpion.

Your zodiac sign is Pisces.

Secondly, all I said was worship me like the Queen of the Quad

that I am and be my loyal servant.

Those days are over.

Now you'll be the one getting me sports magazines.

As if.

From now on, your Trent's faithful servant.

And which Trent would that be?

The good one or the evil one?

As much as I'd like to see Mandy being anyone's server,

it ain't happening this way.

Bah.

See that, Trent?

I am totally saved by these lame girls.

Well, don't just stand there.

I'm kind of paralyzed. get saving.

Let's get him.

I can't believe we all thought you were so cute.

I don't know.

In the right light, he's still kind of cute.

Look out, Sammy.

Trent, I know you're not yourself,

but what's with the hostility?

We're all friends here.

Maybe with the old Trent.

This Trent doesn't like people messing with his plans.

I don't know which is worse, his gross scaly body

or the fact that he refers to himself in the third person.

Guys, quick, try and get his claws and we'll have him.

Nice work, Alex.

Now, hit the dirt.

Enough playing around.

Actually, it's game over, Trent.

Over?

No.

It's just the beginning.

Hey, where did lobster claws go?

That's really weird.

It is not easy to hide a 10 foot scorpion.

Hm.

I'm right here, girls.

I can't move.

Same here.

Look out, Alex.

SAM: Alex, whatever you do, don't get stung.

You're our only hope now.

Don't worry, Sammy, I've got the wind tunnel blast power.

What is she doing?

This is no time to dry her hair.

What?

She missed from two feet away.

What happened?

Nice shooting, cow girl.

Jerry, perfect timing.

Excellent work, and don't worry, ladies,

he'll be back to his normal self once I get the scorpion DNA out

of his system.

Hey, Gramps, a little help here.

being stuck between these two is like my worst nightmare.

Yeah, give her a little help, Jer.

And make sure your wires aren't crossed this time,

if you know what I mean?

Hey, careful where you're walking.

These shoes are handmade.

What kind of a butler are you anyway?

Not to worry, spies, enjoy a little R&R time.

The effect of the scorpion stings

should wear off in a bit.

Ta ta.

I don't know who's worse, Scorpion Trent or Mandy?

I don't know about you, but while we're here,

I see we catch some quality desert rays before the dance.

Great idea.

Not like we have much choice.

Well, we ran out of time to find dates,

but at least we can walk again.

Who needs a date anyway?

We always have a total blast just hanging out together.

the Spring Fling will be great.

Hey, it's those guys again.

Yes.

Sweet.

Nice.

It;s those Garbage picking girls.

Let's get out of here.

I'll never forgive Jerry for that trash

can WOOHP in he pulled on us.

Oh, well, to the dance, ladies?