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THEME SONG: Here we go again, we're on the go till we stop.

And then we'll shop.

So 1, 2, 3, now, baby, here we go!

Here we go.

Here we go on a mission undercover,

and we're in control.

Here we go.

Here we go.

We're totally spies, and get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

[printer whirring]

[static]

[whooshing]

-Huh!

[horse neighing]

-Huh!

Whoa!

[blast]

[school bell rings]

-So what do you think?

-Ooh, that would be a great shade of eyeshadow.

-Clover!

We're not cruising the cosmetic counter at the mall.

This is a science lab.

And I want to get an A.

-Well, here's something that's sure to rate an A plus on the

social scale.

-Cool!

A Halloween party!

---with a costume contest.

---and a first place cash prize worth three totally cool

outfits from the mall.

-(TOGETHER) Huh!

-I hate to squash your hopes, girls.

But I'll be winning that contest, hands' down.

-Uh, not with that costume, you won't.

-Excuse me?

What costume?

-Oh, aren't you dressed as a wannabe teen queen today?

Or were they having a sale on "so two

years ago" at the mall?

-Ungh.

-[giggles]

[fanfare]

-Eh!

-Hmph!

[applause]

-Huh?

Alex, quick!

[blast]

-What the--

[girls screaming]

-Hello.

That must have been a real blast.

Now, let's get started.

A renowned scientist was abducted from a US military

lab late last night.

[neighing]

-Huh!

Where did that weirdo in the hood come from?

-That has yet to be determined.

The scientist kidnapping is the third in a string of

strange abductions.

-Who else was kidnapped?

-A military general and a surveillance expert--

all from the same facility.

-Jer, the girls and I are in a bit of a rush to get to the

mall and scam some great Halloween costumes.

Can we skip the details and get right to the part about

the mission thingy?

-Hm, very well.

Figure out how and why this hooded horseman is abducting

these military experts.

Then stop him.

-So much for the costume contest.

-Yeah, Clover.

It looks like we'll have to put our dreams of beating

Mandy on pause.

-I can multitask.

-Inside, you'll find your gadgets--

Pogo Bounce Sandals, Laser Heat Curling Irons,

All-Weather Umbrellas, Head for Cover Hoverboards, a

mighty fine Expandable Mascara Brush; and, last but not

least, Cat Fight Gloves with retractable claws.

-Oh, now, there's a gadget made for Mandy.

-Ha?

-Don't forget to say "Geronimo."

[girls shrieking]

-Uh!

-Geronimo?

-For the past year, our team has been perfecting a

high-tech, cutting-edge laser beam for the military.

It's an Electronic Nullification Device,

otherwise known as the END.

-Cool!

I mean, how interesting.

-We've examined the surveillance tape.

It appears whoever took your colleague

took the END as well.

-Well, if it's the END they were after, then they're going

to be mighty disappointed.

The END can only be controlled by this detonator.

Without it, the END is useless.

[blast]

[horse whinnies]

-Huh!

-Look out!

-Whoa!

Aah!

-Not so fast, horse-boy.

[girls shrieking]

[blast]

-(TOGETHER) Whoa!

-What happened?

-Where are we?

-I don't think we're in Beverly Hills anymore.

-Ha?

Oh, no.

You don't think we're in the Valley?

[galloping horse hooves]

[girls exclaim surprise]

-You, guys!

He's getting away!

-Here, collateral.

Uh, ungh!

Bad horsey!

-Help!

I'm being plundered by evil witches.

-(TOGETHER) Ha?

-Hey!

-Hoy!

[crowd shouting indistinctly]

-We're not witches!

We're from Beverly Hills.

-'Tis our duty to our beloved king to rid the

empire of evil witches.

-We're not familiar with these hills of which you speak.

-Burn them at the stake!

-Uh!

[horse whinny]

-Be right back!

Oh!

-Who are these people?

-Apparently, Halloween came early this year.

[girls shriek]

[crowd shouting indistinctly]

-[sighs]

That didn't go exactly as planned.

-At least, we lost those goons.

Now, let's use our Pogo Bounce Sandals to get out of here and

find Clover.

[bouncing]

[horse snorting]

[phone beeps]

-Whoa!

Whoa!

Stop!

Hello?

Hello?

Jerry, where are we?

-Hold on, I'm doing a global positioning search to pinpoint

your location.

Oh, this doesn't look right.

My data says your in Medieval England, circa 1136 AD.

-What?

Wait a second.

A hooded horseman, talk of witches, and a group of people

who have never heard of Beverly Hills?

Huh!

Of course!

We're stuck in the Middle Ages.

-Oh, my!

-Jerry, how are we going to get back?

We don't even know how we got here.

-I'm working on it, Clover.

-Please hurry, Jerry!

We want out of this "Dungeons and Dragons" nightmare ASAP.

-Clover, are you there?

I--

I can't hear you.

-Jerry, wait!

Come back!

I'm supposed to be in a Halloween party tonight.

And there's a big difference between

fashionably late and MIA.

Giddyap!

Uh-oh.

Where's a girl's knight in shining armor

when she needs one.

Yeah!

[horse whinnies]

-Hey!

-[shrieking]

Uh!

Whoa!

Ouch!

Oozing and clumping?

"Mighty fine," my butt!

Uh!

A little mascara can go a long way.

-Don't those freaks ever give up?

-Quick, hide.

[horse whinnies]

-Whoa!

-Hah!

-(TOGETHER) Huh!

[horse whinnies]

-There's two of the thieves!

-Stop them!

[girls shriek]

-Uh!

-You got the wrong people!

-Oh, no!

Not us!

-Where are you taking us?

-Let us go!

-Did you really expect to get away with stealing from our

beloved king?

-I've never stolen anything, except maybe second base in

coed baseball.

-We'll teach you that thievery will not be

tolerated in this kingdom.

-Why do I get the feeling this is only going to get worse?

-Huh!

[crash]

[girls shriek]

-Quick, our Laser Heat Curling Irons can melt the chains.

PEASANT (OFFSCREEN): There they are!

-Huh!

[crowd shouting, indistinct]

-Huh!

-I hope Clover's having more luck than we are.

[cawing]

-Must be one of those high-tech dungeons.

Huh?

What the--

[static noise]

[whinnying]

-So that's how he gets back through time.

-Put him in the cell with the others.

[footsteps approaching]

-Huh?

Oopsie.

Let me go!

-I've never seen anyone quite like you.

-Well, you probably don't hang out on Rodeo Drive much.

Huh!

-You're right.

I'm more of a Malibu kind of guy.

-I take it you're not from around these parts.

-A fashion sense and intelligent.

When I become king, you'll make a great queen.

-Queen?

-Yes.

You see I come from a royal lineage of kings.

And thanks to a goody-goody king from the Middle Ages, my

family lost their throne and their wealth.

-Look, I'm sorry to hear that, but--

-I don't need your pity.

Because with a couple of crystals and some

groundbreaking weapons, I've come back from the future to

knock him off his throne and change the course of history.

And you will be my queen.

[kissing sounds]

-Eww.

OK, now, you're starting to get all kinds of creepy.

What are you doing?

-I'm going to use the END to destroy the king's castle,

reclaim my destiny, and then [laughing diabolically]

take over the world!

-Whatever!

[blast]

[crowd yelling indistinctly]

-Ngh.

I've heard of acid rain, but not fire rain.

-Yeah, I hope when Jerry said All Weather Umbrellas, he

meant

"all weather." [blast]

-For a guy that snagged a zillion weapons from the

future, you never considered adding an SUV to your

collection?

-(TOGETHER) Clover?

-Charge!

-Sam, we've got to do something to save Clover.

-The horseman's put some sort of high-tech force field

around them.

[soldiers screaming]

-Huh!

Help, is someone there?

Huh!

-Wow!

[giggles]

-Kurpet!

[blast]

-[shrieks]

-Hand over the crown.

Or I'll destroy the rest of the castle, the entire

village, and you!

[blast]

[clank]

-Huh?

-[laughs]

You're no match for me.

Now, surrender!

-A king isn't made by sophisticated weaponry and

intimidation.

A king is made by the people who follow him.

And no one will follow you.

-Yeah, whatever, pal.

Just hand over the crown, or I'll toast you!

[clinks]

-Um, if you're done with me, I'll be leaving now.

[chuckles]

-Guards!

Take him to the dungeon.

And move my equipment and the others to our new home.

Not so fast--

[shrieks]

---queenie.

I have a more fitting prison for you.

-We might not have a glowing protection shield, but

these should do.

Gotcha!

-Hngh!

[thumps]

-That dress looks lovely on you.

-It looks like something from the bargain bin.

[sniffs]

And it smells like it, too.

-You're going to need to lose the attitude, babe.

My queen is all about obedience.

Perfect.

[clinks]

-You're never going to get away with ruling this kingdom!

-[laughs]

The kingdom?

With these weapons I'm going to rule the entire world.

And when I get back to the future,

I'll be worth billions.

-These tin-can dresses are harder to walk in than my

six-inch platforms.

Oopsie.

Ouch!

Close call.

-Yeah.

Looks like a surveillance room.

Huh!

Clover!

-Just go away.

Leave me alone!

-Clover, it's us.

-Oh, you have no idea what I've been going through.

This guy wants me to learn to play the harp, embroider, sew

tapestries, and eat peacock.

How gross is that?

[zapping ]

-I'm guessing he's got an even more

despicable plan up his sleeve.

-Believe me, he does.

He wants to make me his queen.

-And?

-And he's using crystals to time-travel back to the past

and change it, so he can go back to the present and take

over the world.

-So what do we do to stop him?

[zaps]

-Apparently, his crystals control everything.

If we can get to them and destroy his

equipment, he's toasted.

-Let's see what Jerry thinks.

[buzz]

-The number's no longer in service!

-What?

-Jerry's gone.

And WOOHP's gone, too.

-If WOOHP's gone, that means when the Horseman changed the

past, it triggered a chain reaction

and changed the future.

-Oh, no.

That means Beverly Hills doesn't exist anymore either.

-We've got to change it back.

Otherwise, I've got no chance of beating Mandy in that

Halloween contest.

-You really can multitask.

SAMMY (OFFSCREEN): Let's go, we've no time to lose.

-This should do the trick.

Uh, they make this look a lot easier on TV.

Got it!

[banging]

-Make sure you get the END.

-Where is it?

[crackling]

-There it is!

-(TOGETHER) Geranimo!

-This kingdom is mine!

[blasts]

-Not if--

-Hey!

---we have anything to say about it!

-Whoa!

-We've got to destroy the END before it

destroys everything else.

-He's coming this way!

-OK, girls.

Time to hover.

[blast]

-Ha-aah!

-Whoa!

[zapping]

[rumbling]

[crowd shrieking]

[explosion]

[horse whinnies]

-Huh?

-Come on!

We've got one more thing to do if we want to

get back to the future.

[zapping]

[metal creaks]

-Sam, Alex!

Behind you!

[thump]

-Take that!

-And, uh--

-And for you!

-Oh, let me go!

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): No chance of that happening in this

century or any other, for that matter.

The crown is back where it belongs.

PEASANT (OFFSCREEN): The witches have

taken over the kingdom.

Get them!

Get them!

-Halt!

These girls are not witches!

-The crystals, Clover.

Use the crystals!

[whooshing]

-Oh, oh, oh!

-Jerry, you're here!

-Everything's back to normal.

-And the case is solved.

-Well, done, spies.

-I wonder if I'll ever get to see that cute king again.

-And second place goes to Arnold as the periodic table

of elements.

[applause]

-Get ready.

We're next!

-And first place goes to Mandy as a

Beverly Hills-style witch.

-Ahh!

I can't believe it.

There's so many people I'd like to thank.

First, myself, for always being there for me.

Second, um, myself, for picking this outfit.

-I demand a recount!

You, two, are the judges?

-No one likes a sore loser, Cover.

-And face it.

Your costumes just aren't authentic enough.

-Forget it, Clover.

These two Mandy clones know nothing about authenticity.

-Could this day get any worse?

-Actually, I think it just got a whole lot better.

-Wow!

-Hey, want to dance?

-I'd love to.

[music playing]

-You'd think she'd be over kings by now.

-Who knows, Sammy?

They said third time's the charm.

-(TOGETHER) Huh?

[theme music]

[theme music]