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♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, get 'em, Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

♪ Go, go, Gadget, go ♪

♪ Go, go, get 'em, Gadget ♪

♪ Inspector Gadget ♪

Prepare to be exploded, HQ.

No!

Talon, get me the secret code
to HQ's missile defense system.

Using cheat codes to beat a video game
doesn't make you a winner.

But this isn't a video game, fool.
It's real life.

Though it would make a fun game.

MADcat, make a note
for the MAD Marketing Team.

HQ's missile defense system
keeps shooting down my warheads.

But, if I could turn their defenses off...

Got it. But how do you expect me
to get the codes? Waltz in and ask?

- The evil never waltzes.
- It hustles.

MADcat, reveal our secret weapon.

Meet Kayla.

A junior agent at HQ
and a total blabbermouth.

Gain her trust
and exploit those loose lips.

Not Kayla.

She once yammered on
for five hours straight about lip-gloss.

And that yammering will get us the codes.

But first you'll need this...

The Claw Brand Holo-Tie,

uses the most advanced disguise
technologies to do the impossible.

Make you seem approachable.

What? I'm totally approachable.

And I'll destroy anyone
who says otherwise.

Who is this little gentleman,

and what did he do with my nephew?

OK, I'll go. But if I'm not back soon,

it's 'cause Kayla talked me
into a blabber-induced coma.

All right, let's start
with the Gibson Defense.

Like obvi-5000, Pen.
We were only in the same class. Oh.

Have you peeped
the latest top secret deets?

So much hot gossip.

Kayla, focus.

As I was saying...

Kayla, there's a MAD agent.

You mean the one I totes would've
dropped if you hadn't distracted me?

Put the "us" in trust.

I do trust you, Kay. I just had
a really good reason that I forget.

Whatevs. I've got lunch plans
with the new temp, Colin.

- He looks kinda familiar.
- Yeah!

Doesn't he look exactly like Drink Morales
from The Boy Dudez?

Did someone say Boy Dudez?

I just love their new album
What's Up Girl Babe? Classic!

Oh, that's great, Uncle Gadget.

But I was just talking to Kayla.

- Kayla? Chief Quimby. How did you...
- That's top secret, Penny.

And so is this.

A MAD Agent has infiltrated the building.

MAD's sent in a double-agent
to get HQ's missile defense codes.

If they obtain them, we'll be defenseless
against their airborne attacks.

Your mission: smoke out the double agent,
and blow their cover.

This message will self-destruct.

Double agent, you say?

Hmm. You can count on me, Chief...

...if that is your real name.

I think I may've already found
the double agent.

The new guy, Colin.

Colin? But he wears a bow tie.

Plus, he came highly recommended

- from The Fakerton Temp Agency.
- Huh?

Wait, Chief. You forgot this...

...if this is a real this.

No!

Penny, I fear the MAD agent
may be MADsquerading

as our dear Chief Quimby.

Did you notice
his distinct lack of bow tie?

But he never wears a bow tie.
And if he were the double agent,

why would he tell us
about the double agent?

Who else but an agent of MAD

would dare flaunt
their evil plan in my face?

The face of justice.

Go, go, Gadget, magnifying glass.

Whoa!

You'd better keep an eye on Uncle Gadget.

And two on the Chief.

So if the file says "classified,"
you know it's gonna be good.

FYI, all of this is totes
"cone of silence."

Oh, hey, Pen. This is Colin.

Hello. Penny is it? So nice to meet you.

For the very first time. In my life. Ever.

Even though Kayla's
told me so much about you.

So very, very much.

Hi. So you're from a temp agency?

What exactly are you doing in HQ?

Oh, you know.
Just boring officey-type things.

But Kayla's promised to teach me
everything she knows.

That's weird.

I can't find the Fakerton Temp Agency
anywhere online.

Almost as if it were fake.

That's because it's in Sweden,

and Sweden doesn't have the internet yet.
Soon, though.

Say Kayla, how about that tour?

Totes! With all the juicy deets.

Do you really trust him?

He's wearing a bow tie, Penny.
I thought you said you trusted me.

Before I arrest this MAD agent,
I'll have to catch him in the act.

Gadget?

Quick, Brain, we have to blend in.

Go, go, Gadget, newspaper.

See, Brain? He'd never suspect someone
casually reading the news

is really watching his every move.

He's making a break for it!

Go, go, Gadget, tracking device.

Wowzers!

Oh.

So on their first album,
Drink Morales gelled his hair.

But now he blow-dries it.
Are you a Boy Dudez fan?

Only totally!

Oh, hey! What's the code for the bathroom?

5-2-8-0.

And the code for the soda machine
is 8-9-6-2,

and the code for the
missile defense system is...

Kayla! Um, why don't we show Colin
where the hot chocolate machine is?

I was getting to that, Pen. Spoiler alert.

No, no, I mean, the one over this way.

What are you doing?
You can't give him the codes.

I looked at his file
and his name is Whatshisface.

I mean, what kind of name is that?

Eh, Swedish, maybe?

Why can't you stop being
pure jelly and just trust me?

So Col, I was thinking,

you'd look even more like Drink Morales
if you did your hair like...

Hands off the 'do.

I mean, my hair is very sensitive.

Just like me.

I only know one guy
who's that creepy vain...

Talon.

Shall we continue, Kayla?

Don't feel the need to join us, Penny.
Really. Don't.

Aha! Just as I suspected, a sleeper agent.

You're under arrest, Chief.
Or should I say, not the Chief?

But I am the Chief.

That's exactly what
"not the Chief" would say.

Go, go, Gadget, handcuffs.

Trying to duck the law, are we?

I knew you were fowl.

Go, go, Gadget, grabber.

Wowzers!

Where did he go to now?

Hmm.

Go, go, Gadget, heat vision.

There he goes.

Gee, Kayla, this hot chocolate machine
is rather rad.

Any chance we could talk codes again?

Maybe start with the missile defense?

Or, I could show you the Gibson Defense.

Even a new office temp
should learn that move.

Pfft. The Gibson Defense is for babies.

Everybody knows...
I mean, the what defense?

Stop showing off, Pen. It's tacky.

Not as tacky as Colin's shoes.

You wouldn't know fashion
if a runway fell on...

Just another classic
mild-mannered Colin joke.

Maybe we should go over the codes.

You'll need the safety ones
when your hair starts a grease fire.

- Grease? Now you've gone too far.
- Yeah, Pen.

If you don't have anything nice to say,
you shouldn't say anything at all.

I shouldn't say anything?

So, about those codes?

In a minute!

He's getting away!

Go, go, Gadget, triple-XL sized
mad agent net.

There. Now to let the agents of HQ know
the criminal's been caught.

Good idea, Brain.

We should take him
to the hot chocolate machine.

That's where the agents always are,

savoring the milk chocolatey taste
of justice.

If you've got a problem
Miss Penny Perfect,

say it to my face!

I would, if you ever stopped
talking long enough.

Attention people.
I've discovered the MAD Agent among us.

Yeah, it's him.

Who? Colin?
But he wears a bow tie.

Really, Pen? You still don't trust me?

It's not like I was gonna tell him
the missile code is 1-2-3-4.

Finally. Oh!

Whew, just making sure my ears
haven't been talked off. Later, nerds.

- You let him get away with the codes.
- Did I?

Or did I know he was the double agent
the whole time?

You were just blowing my cover, Pen.

Oh... Oops!

I had the strangest dream.

Don't worry, Chief.
The double agent's been caught.

I knew I could count on you, Gadget.

Congratulations.

I should be the one congratulating you.
On your uncanny Chief impression.

Go, go, Gadget disguise remover.

I'm sorry for doubting you, K.
You're a great agent.

I just wish I could see Colin's face
when he tries the code I gave him.

1-2-3-4.

I guess I did pretty good, eh, Uncle?

Yes. I had total faith in Colin.

What?

This isn't HQ's missile defense code.

It's the code
to our own self-destruct sequence.

Talon!

Aw. I can't stay mad at you.

Next time, Gadget!

Next time!

Did a bomb explode? Did MADcat explode?
Are we under attack?

I'm under attack from allergies.

And I'm all out of tissues.

Use old fur-ball here as a mucus-mop.
She'll love it.

Won't you, RAG-cat?

We have to stop these allergies, forever.

Let me guess your evil plan.
You want me to...

buy nasal spray.

- Ha! Nailed it.
- No, you fool.

Steal nasal spray?

Who needs nasal spray

when Japanese scientists
have created a Size Bodification Way.

Ooh! A Size Bodification Way?
Too bad we'll never know what that does.

I said, Size Modification Ray.

It makes any object gigantic.

So the Size Modification Ray
is for what?

A giant booger bucket?

I want to create an army of giant henchmen
to take over the world.

That's actually a good idea.
You should get congested more often.

And I'll enlarge all allergens
so they can't get up my...

Ha, sorry, booger ball.

I wouldn't take you with me for all
the hair product in Alberto's Salon.

My Medieval warfare
midterm results are in!

And I rocked it like a catapult.

I am an unstoppable force of nature.
Boo-ya.

Congratulations, Penny.

Back in my academy days,

I aced all my exams
and double-aced my animal care course.

I was known
as Doc Gadget Veterinarian Extraordinaire.

I can make any animal,
big or small, feel better.

Even the silly ones, like Brain.
Isn't that right, pal?

Go, go, Gadget, puppy pleaser.

Aw, he's wearing
his happy dog hat. Very cute, Brain.

Gadget.

Chief. Now I should be the one
to put on my go, go, Gadget, happy hat.

Better to go with your mission hat.

Japanese scientists
have created a Size Modification Ray

that can enlarge any object.

And we believe
Dr. Claw intends to steal it.

If he succeeds,
MAD would be too big to fail.

Your mission: cut them down to size.

This message will self-destruct.

Not to worry, Chief.

MAD's evil plans are puny
compared to the long arm of the law.

I am poetry in motion.

If poetry wasn't boring
and looked amazing.

What are you doing here?

Paws off the 'do!

Whoa!

Don't even think about it.

I'll collect the ray, and the glory.

You collect the boogers.

Let go, you worthless fur-bag.
Give it to me!

Whoa!

Uh-oh.

Hey, MADcat, buddy pal?

That whole worthless fur-bag thing?
JK, right?

Give your BFF, Talon, the Ray.

Ah!

Talon! Where's MADcat?

I'm about to snee...

Ew! I got boogies on my claw!

Kinda busy right now, gotta go, bye.

Whoa!

I gotta get that ray.

Time to play a little cat and mouse.

Wowzers, look at this lab.

The only thing those scientists
super-sized was their mess.

You'd think they'd clean up
before having visitors.

Do they experiment on cats here too,

'cause my allergies are...

Whoa-oh.

MAD must have beat us to the ray.

If Talon has gone giant I'll freak.

I don't think I can handle
his over-sized smugness.

Wowzers.

There's a cute kitty
that's swollen to an enormous size.

She must be having an allergic reaction.

Good thing Dr. Gadget Veterinarian
Extraordinaire is here to help.

Go, go, Gadget, vet bag.

Whoa.

Brain.
Help Uncle Gadget. I'll...

I'm a cat person.

Whoa.

Even at a zillion feet tall,
she still acts like a lame little kitty.

I just need the ray
to level the playing field.

Want your body to match
your enormous ego, Talon?

Why don't you pick on someone
your own size?

Yeah, like who? You?

Do us a favor, Penny, and go lay down.

Here massive kitty, kitty, kitty.

A giant MADcat?

Of course, supersized cat
equals super-duper sized allergies.

I better get both back down to size.

You can relax, gigantic swollen kitty.

The animal doctor is in.

Now, Brain, this sweet kitten
needs my attention at the moment.

There's no need to be jealous.

Here, have a go, go, Gadget, doggy treat.

Ow!

Bad dog, Brain. You've frightened
this sweet playful feline.

I'll have to use my expertise
in Cat-onese to soothe her.

Meow. Meow.

Meow-meow.

Mee.. oww!

Talon,
are you afraid of facing me?

The only thing I'm afraid of
is you getting your ooze on my shoes.

Hyah!

To tell you what,
I'm gonna give you a sporting chance.

I'll stand right here. Come and get me.

Ouch!

That's using the old noggin.

Give it up, Pen.

The only unstoppable thing
is your runny nose.

You couldn't hit the Grand Canyon
if you were standing...

I think MADcat's growing on me.

OK, not at all.

Wowzers, Brain, you're filthy.

That's no good for that poor kitten.
Go, go, Gadget, dog bather.

Wow!

Ow, my hair!

This has gone too far.

I'm gonna rip that ray
from your collar, MADcat!

Ew, sneeze.

So the ray's on MADcat's collar?

- Thanks for the tip, Talon.
- Lot of good it's gonna do you.

You can't get within a hundred feet of her
without boogering all over yourself.

But I'm an HQ Agent.

Neither MAD nor allergies nor...

...can stop me.

That is possibly the grossest thing
I've ever witnessed.

Cool!
I gotta get a closer look!

Oh, hello, Penny's flying friend.

Aha!

Hey!

Let go, Talon.

Face it Penny, you're no match for me.

Now, gimme the Size Modification Ray!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Oha-oha. Oh, yeah!

That'll teach me to gloat.

If I survive.

Aha! I finally know what's going on.

That poor kitty has a flea allergy.

Go, go, Gadget, flea powder.

Wowzers.

You lose, Pen.

Say buh-bye to victory

and hello to Mega-Talon!

Ow!

Unstobbable. Booyah.

I'd like to make another size pun,
but it's time for my big exit.

Good work, Gadget!

With you on the case, MAD came up short.

Because they're no longer tall. See?

An animal lover like me can never resist
a chance to help a helpless creature.

But I'm worried Brain may have contracted
that kitty's fleas.

Go, go, Gadget, dirty dog de-flea-er.

This mission was a supersized failure.

And I still have allergies.

- It was MADcat's fault.
- I don't want excuses. I want tissues.

Next time, Gadget. Next time!

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