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Sam, Clover, Alex, whoo!

We arrive at the fashion world.

Yeah.

We are Totally Spies.

Genuine secret agents.

But we never give in to fear.

Sam, Clover, Alex, whoo!

We'll win everyday of the year.

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

Yes.

Another mission accomplished.

Time to head back to WOOHP.

Hey, what's happening?

Yay.

You're just what I'm looking for to add to my collection.

I just love working out with my besties.

Not only are we an amazing spy team.

But we make one totally awesome yoga-robics team, too.

Now just relax and breath.

Hello, girls.

Jerry?

I'm truly sorry to interrupt your morning workout.

Interrupted. Hmm.

Hahaha. - Ugh.

Please.

I've got great news.

We're finally getting that trip

to Fiji we've always wanted?

From this moment on, you will no longer be working as a team.

But as solo spies.

Congratulations.

What?

You mean, you're breaking us up?

Oh.

Why would you do that?

Cha!

Especially when we work so totally well together.

No. I think you've misunderstood.

It means you're ready to spy on your own.

Just like all my other agents do.

This is a huge promotion for you.

But if we don't want to spy on our own?

Hmm.

Oh, my.

Then I feel you're not going to like what I have to say next.

Mm.

Mm.

You three will no longer be living

together in the penthouse.

What?

No way!

Please, g-girls.

Let me finish.

You'll each be getting your own rooms in West Coast Hall.

Which will not only make you more independent,

but better spies.

Plus, you'll still be close by.

Not close enough.

I can't imagine my life without my girls.

Oh.

I know this is a lot to take in all at once.

But rest assured, I'll be here to support

you every step of the way.

And trust me, you'll soon see that it's all for the best.

Some promotion.

How could Jer do this to us?

ALL:

Hm?

Ew, Trent.

Do you smell that?

The stench of intruders in my new penthouse pad.

Beat it, Mandy.

We don't have time for your games.

Oh.

This is no game.

At long last, the penthouse is finally mine.

Show 'em, Trent.

But don't worry.

I'll have Trent deliver your stuff

to your new accommodations.

Later, losers.

Mandy is moving into our penthouse?

Could this day get any worse?

Ah!

OK, Jer.

What's the big idea of giving our penthouse to Mandy?

I'm sorry, Clover.

But room quarrels will have to wait.

Whoa!

I WOOHPed you here because of a dire situation

that's unfolding.

Agents the world over have been reported missing.

You mean, like our fellow WOOHP agents?

One, Reynaldo is from WOOHP.

The other two are from affiliate spy agencies.

Reynaldo?

Isn't he that new agent with the dark hair and dreamy blue eyes?

Indeed, he is.

Clover.

You'll check out a posh flat in London

where an elite agent named Kip, from the British intelligence

service, has gone missing.

You'll need the Hairclip Monster Grip to assist you.

Alex.

You'll investigate a remote warehouse in northern Canada

where a Canadian agent named Hillary hasn't

been heard from in weeks.

Here's the Zipline Bracelet and Eyelash Curler Catapult.

Sam.

I need you to look into Reynaldo's disappearance.

His WOOHP chopper went down in the desert

outside of Phoenix, Arizona.

Please use the Rocket Fuel Mules in your investigation.

Sam gets Reynaldo?

Lucky.

OK, girls.

Enough chit chat.

It's now time to embark on your very

first mission as solo spies.

I know it stinks, guys.

But it isn't the end of the world.

I mean, our friendship is way too strong to be compromised

by this, or anything.

Aw.

You're right, Sammy.

Totes.

Group hugsy.

Wow.

Kip is cute with a capital C. Don't you think we'd

make a dreamy couple, girls?

Huh?

Girls?

Aw.

Right, I'm on my own.

Well, I guess the only thing left to do is get spyin'.

Whoa!

Hairclip Monster Grip, don't fail me now.

Ah!

Ugh!

How are we supposed to find anything in all this snow?

I can't even find the door, girls.

Girls?

Oh, right.

I'm a solo spy, now.

Sure looks like there was a struggle.

Question is, was it over the last piece of dog kibble?

Aw, that explains the dog kibble.

Are you still hungry, boy?

Spying alone is way harder than it looks.

It almost looks as if the chopper was roped

during a rodeo or something.

Don't you think it's weird, girls?

Girls?

Aw.

Maybe Jer can make sense of it.

Huh?

Whoa!

Huh?

Uh-oh.

Rocket Fuel Mules, get me out of here.

I sure hope Clover and Alex are doing better than I am.

Ugh.

Welcome to Casa Mandy.

Where the neighbors no longer complain about the loud music.

All right.

Because now I don't have neighbors.

Whoa.

This room's a definite 4F, for failure.

Oinky!

Oh, it's good to see you too, boy.

So what do you think of our new room?

You can say that again.

It's the perfect end to a perfectly awful day.

I wonder how the girls are doing?

I know, let's give them a call.

Hello, does everyone hate their new rooms as much as I do?

More.

This completely stinks.

I miss you girls so much.

How did your first solo missions go?

All right, I guess.

But I had no one to mack on the cute British agent with.

The only thing that showed me any love today, was

an overactive propeller blade.

We need to have a major catch up sesh.

Just not right now, because I've got Advanced Textiles in 10.

And I've got a journalism class.

How about we meet up for dinner?

Oh, I wish I could.

But I've got a Puppy 101 quiz to cram for.

Oh.

We'll catch up soon, right?

Definitely.

I could sure use some space, Oinky.

What do you say to a little study sesh, just the two of us.

Hey.

You can't keep us in here.

We demand to be released immediately.

Ah!

Not to worry, spies.

You won't be inside for long.

My new collection is almost complete.

Huh?

Uh-oh.

Looks like it's spy time.

Ah!

Clover, Alex

Sammy.

Kip!

Wowza, he's even cuter in person.

Careful, girls.

The sides of the boxes are electrified.

We've been in some pretty far out places.

But we've never found ourselves inside doll boxes.

Huh?

Hey, what's going on?

Huh?

Who ever you are, you'll be hearing from my stylist.

Yeah.

We're not some dolls you can just play with.

Now see, that's where you're wrong.

Besides, Voltaira thinks you all look really pretty.

Right, Voltaira

Wait.

You're our super villain?

Hardly.

The name's FanGirl.

And I'm the ultimate fan and collector

of everything spy-themed.

Film, television, comic books, video games, action figures.

You name it.

Whoa.

That's quite the collection.

Thanks.

And now that you're here, it's totally complete.

Yay!

So, what?

Now you've decided to collect us?

Yup.

I've traveled the world.

And there's literally nothing left for me to collect,

except living, breathing spies.

Don't worry.

I'll take extra good care of you.

Yeah. No thanks.

And besides, how did you even hear about us?

On a totally underground fan website.

And FYI, you three have a humongo following.

Really?

How humongo?

Clover!

Oh, right.

Never mind.

I think it's time you let us out of here.

I really wish I could.

But Voltaira and I have talked, and we have other plans.

Uh, what's that for?

All collectors have one thing in common.

We love to play with our toys.

All of you will compete against each other

to see which spy is the best.

Starting with you three.

Winner gets their own gold plated box

at a special place of honor on my collection shelf.

You can't be serious.

We're people, not toys.

Duh.

Don't you think I know that?

Don't worry.

The box has plenty of air-holes.

Let the games begin.

On the bright side, at least we get

to spend some time together.

Yeah.

Only, this is so not how I imagined

our big reunion moment.

Aw.

Even Oinky wants a hug.

All right.

All right.

Enough hugging, more fighting.

Please.

Like we'd ever fight each other.

Yeah.

We're besties.

You'd have to literally force us.

Luckily that can be arranged.

Me and my big mouth.

Look out.

Thanks for the heads up, Alex.

Sammy!

Argh!

Stop doing that.

Good luck stopping this one.

Huh?

Whoa!

More!

More!

More!

Hey, FanGirl.

This all you got?

You kidding?

That's just the beginning of my tricks.

Oh, no.

Whatever we do, we better do it now.

Girls, hurry.

The Hairclip Monster Grip isn't as grippy as I thought.

It won't hold for long.

Huh?

Great thinking, Oinky.

We can use the Eyelash Curler Catapult to escape.

Everyone, hang on.

- Oopsy.

Sorry about that, Clover.

No probs.

I'm just glad you guys made it out in time.

You two distract FanGirl, while I take the power

out of her power trip.

OK?

You've got it, Sammy.

Hey, where'd the other one go?

Huh?

No!

This is so unfair.

You didn't even go one round.

I'm so sorry, Voltaira.

Look, all better now.

Don't you get it?

Voltaira is just a silly plastic doll.

And you're just an over eager collector.

You can't hurt us.

Oopsy.

I managed to get my hands on the original Voltaira Spy

Robot.

As used in my fave TV show growing up.

What's she going to do?

Whack us with her magnifying glass?

Luckily I've made some slight modifications.

Way to go, Voltaira.

Yo, tin can. You want a fight?

Well guess what.

You just got one, courtesy of us.

Aah!

Aw, that is so romantic.

Kip totally came to my aid.

He seems like a great guy.

Let's just hope one of them has better luck.

Ah!

Guess it's up to us.

Come on, girls.

Over here.

As if some stupid cable can stop the mighty Voltaira.

The most indestructible spy-bot from a TV

show that ever fought crime.

Luckily this isn't an ordinary cable.

Hit it, girls.

My prized collection.

Yeah.

Get this filthy creature--

--off of me.

Yeah.

Hey, he's not filthy.

I gave Oinky a bath just last week.

Uh.

Know you didn't.

It was three weeks ago, at least.

Make that four.

I know, because that was the same day

I was on bathroom duty.

It took me three hours of scrubbing to get the Oinky

ring out of the bath tub.

See?

What would I do without my roomies?

If only Jer could see how well we work together.

Yeah.

Then he'd totally realize that we

aren't meant to be solo spies.

We're meant to be a team, forever and always.

Aw. Group hugsy.

Ha-ha.

Another job well done, girls.

What's going to happen to FanGirl now?

FanGirl's extensive collection will be sold off for charity.

And we're closing this underground website.

Suffice it to say, she won't be needing them where she's going.

Well, then I guess this is good night.

Yeah.

I should really get back to studying.

And I should try to nab Kip's digits before he splits.

But let's try to get together for lunch tomorrow.

I could really use some quality girl time.

Ahem.

Not so fast, girls.

I've got great news.

Sorry, Jer.

We've had all the great news we can

handle from you for one day. - No.

I think you've misunderstood.

In light of how adeptly you worked

together to take down FanGirl, I've reconsidered my position.

You three will no longer be acting as solo spies.

But as the fantastic team you were always meant to be.

Congratulations.

What?

No way.

For reals?

I do apologize, girls.

I was merely following WOOHP policy.

But even WOOHP policy isn't foolproof.

Now, group hugsy?

Wait.

Where are we going to live?

On account of Mandy totally copped our digs.

Never fear.

You girls will be back in the penthouse

just as soon as WOOHP has finished renovating.

Trent, help me!

Promise we'll always stay together?

You can count on it.

Forever and always.

That's right, girls.

BFF's to the end.

Totally!

Yeah!