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THEME SONG: Sam, Clover, Alex.

Whoo!

We arrive in 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.

I'm so going to be late for my job interview.

Hey.

Huh?

You're really funny, lady.

A single dorm room just isn't gonna cut it anymore, Trent.

I need space, and I need it now.

I mean, I wanna be celeb like me should have more room than she

knows what to do with, not crammed into some space

challenged shoe box.

Got it?

Got it, Mandy.

So what should I do about it?

Duh.

I want you to work on getting me a bigger room, pronto.

What gives?

Um, hey, Mandy.

We were just practicing for the Mali-U skydiving team.

Later.

I hate those losers.

Big losers.

I am so going to get them back.

She's perfect.

Let's bring her to our office immediately.

Whatever I'm accused of doing, I didn't do it.

Unless it's something that makes me famous.

Then I definitely did do it.

We aren't here to accuse you of anything, Mandy.

We'd like to offer you an opportunity,

an opportunity to spy on Sam, Clover, and Alex.

Spy on Sam, Clover, and Alex?

Why would I want to do that?

Because if you help us out by keeping an eye on them,

we'd be willing to reward you.

You mean like by giving

me that totally rad penthouse sweet the girls live in?

Huh?

Come through for us, and it's yours.

Trust me.

I won't let them out of my sight.

I can't believe we plowed into Mandy like that.

Yeah.

What a way to end a mission.

Whatever.

I'm just stoked to try out my new make up.

10:16 AM.

This is Mandy reporting.

The brunette is swabbing her ear.

The red head's tweezing her brows,

and blondie looks like she's getting ready for a much

needed face fix.

Say hello to Clowny, girls, a totally chic,

just on the market makeup for men and women.

Oh, no.

Please tell me that's not what I think it is.

Yo, what's with all the steam.

Hey.

Where'd those losers go?

I can't believe you WOOHPed us again so soon, Jer.

We've barely had time to wash off the last mission.

Oh.

And PS, you could have waited until you

were done grooming yourself.

I'm sorry, spies, but I have a most

curious assignment for you.

It seems that a diplomat from France

was to meet with a diplomat from China.

And well, it's probably best if I just show.

Awesome.

I love clowns.

I assure you, it was anything but awesome, Alex.

In fact, the Chinese diplomat was quite insulted.

As a result, relations between the countries

have become strained.

Well, I can see why.

That make up is a major insult to good taste.

I'm afraid it gets worse.

A clown-faced fireman dumped buckets of confetti

on a real fire in London, which is why I'm sending

you to check it out right away.

And to help you in your endeavors,

I give you the hair pick lock pick, the Porto Lab 9000.

A giant soap bubble balloon, high-powered faux earring

magnets, and a high velocity atomizer.

Thanks, Jerry.

You're quite welcome.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my comb over,

while you investigate what happened to that diplomat.

Can I help you?

Um, yeah.

We're here to deliver some flowers.

You know, to the diplomat lady with the unicycle

and the creepy clown face.

Hm.

Now if you'll excuse us, we have schedule to keep.

Rats.

It's locked.

No worries.

The hair pick lock pick should do the trick.

- Wow. - Awesome.

Why to work the gear, Clover.

OK, spies.

Time to spread out and look for anything unusual.

Huh.

This doesn't look like the clown makeup

we saw her wearing in the video, but I guess it

wouldn't hurt to check it out.

Huh?

No way.

This is Clownique, the brand I just bought.

I think I'll borrow a little.

No, Clover, don't do it.

Whoa.

Now that's what I call clowntastic.

Back

What are you talking about, Alex?

Uh.

My face.

Don't worry, Clover.

We'll figure out what to do.

What are you doing in here?

Oh, no.

Hm.

Oh, my.

Oh, dear.

That's the funniest thing I've ever seen.

Rude, much.

Come on.

Let's get out of her.

Oh, no.

What are we gonna do?

I mean, I can't get captured looking this way.

Now, hang on.

Ha.

That'll teach him to laugh at me.

When it comes to interns, you really

put the fail in failure, Trent.

But since you had a clever idea to make it up to me,

and you got me the keys to the girls' penthouse,

I'm willing to let it slide.

You can leave now.

Wait for me downstairs.

Yes, Mandy.

Yes.

Soon all of this luxurious square footage

will be mine, mine, mine.

It's those girls.

Time to get my spy on.

Uh.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse,

now I went and scared the dorm janitor.

Come on, Clover.

I'll help you try and wash the Clownique off.

Hm.

Good idea.

In the meantime, I'm going to get gadgety .

According to the Porto Lab 9000,

the makeup contains an incredibly rare luminescent

seaweed found only in Japan.

Weird.

Bu what are we supposed to do with that info?

Um.

WOOHP has tracked a huge shipment

of that exact type of seaweed to a location in Tokyo.

Well, then, I guess we know where our next stop should be.

Are you kidding?

As long as I'm Clover, the clown face girl,

I'm never leaving this house again, except maybe

to hit a giant shoe sale.

Oh, I can't believe I just said that.

Sounds fun to me.

Huh?

Girls, so glad I was able to catch you.

WOOHP has just received more reports of unexpected clown

faces popping up around the world.

I'm afraid the situation has gotten quite serious.

Oh, my.

That's the funniest thing I've ever seen.

Thanks, Jer.

Like I really needed a reminder that I have a giant mouth

and a bright red nose.

Don't worry, Jerry.

We're on the case.

All we need is for you to WOOHP us to Tokyo.

Oh, no problem.

I'll have you there in a jiffy.

Here we go again.

Not without me, you don't.

Ew.

Why does most direct route always has to be the grodiest.

Hey, girls, check it out.

Whoa.

Jer wasn't kidding.

The whole world's getting clownified.

It's the biggest circus in the world.

At least am not the only one.

Come on.

The address should be right around here somewhere.

Huh?

Clover, what are you doing?

I don't know.

All of a sudden, I have this insatiable urge to juggle.

Spy now, juggle later.

Hey.

Hey, where am I?

What is going on?

This is it.

The place that's been getting the rare luminescence seaweed

shipments.

Yes.

Heh.

Cool.

A sushi restaurant?

No offense, but I think your spy work might

be a little off there, Sammy.

Oh, that's OK.

My tummy's rumbling for some grub anyway.

Sorry, Alex.

Your tummy will have to wait.

O-M-G. That looks just like Clownique.

Only one way to find out.

Either this is the weirdest sushi joint I've ever seen,

or we've just stumbled onto a secret lair.

I'm going with option number two.

But it still doesn't explain why someone would

be going to such great lengths to get

people to wear clown makeup.

How cute.

A tiny toy car.

What are you girls doing in my restaurant?

Wow.

Talk about stretched out.

She must have a serious yoga routine.

A better question would be, what

is all this clown stuff doing in your so

Silence.

No, I'm not going to be silent, considering you're

the one behind this nasty clown makeup on my face

that won't come off.

What's your deal?

I mean besides wearing the most awesome wig I've ever seen.

My name is Bozette Slapstick, and I

am the world's greatest clown.

If that's true, then how come we've never heard of you?

Huh?

Because sadly, clowns aren't as popular as they used to be,

with TV, and movies, and video games,

people have found other ways to entertain themselves

and don't care much about us anymore.

Which is why I've devised my special make up

to force them to appreciate us.

But that's not true, Bozette.

All sorts of people love clowns, especially kids.

It's just evil clowns they have issues with.

And speaking of evil, how would

you turn a perfectly nice sushi joint into a sinister layer?

I needed to put it somewhere.

And this place has the best California rolls in town.

OK.

Enough clowning around.

This lame-o plan ends now.

Hi-ya.

This is unreal.

Can you say viral internet hit?

As if this make up didn't make me look goofy enough.

My poor face can only take so much.

I don't know, Clover.

They say that facial massage is good for your skin.

So you think you can take down a trained and experienced

clown that easily, huh?

Don't worry, Bozette?

We'll make sure you never get away with this.

As soon as I get whoever's foot

this is out of my ear.

Oh, I will get away with it,

because the air in that box will only last a few more minutes.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time

to move to phase two of my plan, accelerating the clownification

of the Earth by spraying down the rest

of the world with my makeup.

And with more and more people forced to appreciate clowns,

we'll finally return to our former glory.

What do we do now?

We're packed in here tighter than sardines.

Well, well, well.

Looks like you girls have a whole secret life,

just like the deans though.

Mandy?

What are you doing here?

Just get us out of this thing.

Ha!

Not a chance.

I need to get this awesome footage back to the deans.

It's gonna land me your penthouse,

if not all of West Coast Hall.

Trent, get me on a flight home ASAP, first class,

of course, and move all of my stuff into the penthouse,

like immediately.

Mandy is moving on up.

I can't believe she--

Forget Mandy.

We need to get out of this box before all the air is gone.

What gadgets do we have left?

Besides the high-powered faux earring magnets?

Not much.

Wait.

That can work.

Alex, can you reach one of them?

I think so.

Then what?

Hold the earring near where the crank

is on the outside of the box.

Then rub it in a circular motion so the magnet turns the crank.

Yeah.

I always thought being a Jack in the Box would be a cool job,

but after that, I'm going to have to reconsider.

Good choice.

Let's find that clown lady and fix my face.

Come on, spies.

Follow that clown car.

Ew.

How environmentally unfriendly.

Her car is spewing makeup.

She did say she was going to spray down the rest

of the world with Clownique.

Come on, spies.

Let's ground this bozo.

Man, these guys have more traffic than the streets of LA.

That's it, Bozette.

Land this car immediately.

You really need to learn to have more fun.

Oh, that is so immature.

Huh?

Enough messing around, clown lady.

You're giving the world of makeup a really bad name.

Hang on, Clover.

I'm coming.

We're not playing anymore.

You're no match for the hilarity

of my cloud power, girls.

We need to think of something fast,

or else Bozette's gonna make clowns out of all of us.

OK, girls.

Time to join my insane clown parade.

It's now or never, guys.

What's left in our gadget bag of tricks?

Just one giant soap bubble balloon.

The spy in me thinks that's a great idea, but the clown in me

is so excited, I can hardly contain myself.

May I?

Go for it, Clown Clover.

Uh-oh.

Hey, let me out of here.

I demand to be taken seriously.

It worked.

We bounced that clown right into outer space.

It's a good thing too.

After this mission, I so couldn't deal

with a world full of clowns.

Trust me.

Being one is no walk in the park either.

Now let's get out of here so Jerry can find

me a cure for clown-facitis.

Based

OK, deans.

I have got the dirt.

Not only are those girls international spies

who jet-set around the world, they also

were tangling with a crazy clown lady

in Japan who had a secret lair in the back

of a sushi restaurant, and a teeny tiny car

she drove around in.

And she was trying to turn everyone in the entire world

into clowns with their evil make up.

Hey, what gives?

Wow, that's quite a story you came up with Mandy.

I especially like the clown makeup prop.

Very amusing, but clearly we'll have

to find someone who takes our mission

a little more seriously.

Now we've got work to.

Show yourself out, please.

But-- but it's all true.

I did what you wanted.

I earned that penthouse.

The only thing you've earned is a place on our watch list.

Remember, we'll be keeping our eyes on you.

So the world is back to normal.

WOOHP retrieved Bozette at the space station,

and now Mandy's scheme has been thwarted.

Spies, one.

Bad guys, zero.

I just have one last request, Jer.

The What's that?

When you erase Mandy's memory, can you please

leave her clown makeup on?

Just for a little while?