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THEME SONG: Here we go again.

We're getting on the road till we stop.

And then we'll shop.

So one, two, three 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, so get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

[dolphin sounds]

-Uh, Captain, sir?

I think you'd better take a look at this.

[radar beeping]

-Holy monkfish!

[horn]

[alarm going off]

-Oof!

-Hey, Sammy.

-Hey Alex.

Where's Clover?

-She said something about going shoe

shopping before school.

-Hey, girls!

-Uh.

-Wow.

-Hey, Clover.

New shoes?

-Like them?

They're inflatable.

-Oh yeah, they're great-- if you're a circus clown.

[laughing]

-Oh, we'll see who's laughing when the super tall, super

hot, superstar player of Bev High basketball asks yours

truly on a date.

You know he only dates tall women.

-Should've known this was about a boy.

[school bell ringing]

-Ooh!

Hey, Max!

Oh my gosh!

Max?

Um, Max?

-You really know how to knock a guy off his feet, Clover.

[laughing]

[thunderclap]

-What am I going to do, girls?

-Who was that giant woman?

-Good morning, ladies.

I trust you found the tram right enjoyable?

-Oh yeah.

My eyeballs needed a good blow dry.

-Yesterday afternoon, the luxury cruise liner Juliet

disappearances in the Mediterranean sea with 200

passengers on board.

It vanished from radar, a complete mystery.

-And it's our job to solve that mystery and find the

missing passengers?

-Precisely.

Now let's have a look at the gadgets, shall we?

Aqualips waterproof lipstick doubles as the state of the

art scuba gear.

Scanman 9000 portable radio and radar scanner.

Ice cream perfume--

actually a concentrated freezing agent.

-Perfect for cooling off a hot date.

-Or stopping an attacker in their tracks.

Next we have Cyber Jacker sunglasses that automatically

hack into any computer system.

And finally, you'll be getting a brand new RASH.

-A rash?

But my makeup is hypoallergenic.

-R-A-S-H, Clover.

Rocket-powered Amphibious Stealth Hydrofoil, which you

can remote control with this diamond ring.

-Oh, wow.

So here's the ring.

Where's the boat.

-You're sitting in it.

[surprised noises]

-Whoa!

[screaming]

-The autopilot will take you to the ship's last-known

coordinates.

Between your investigation there.

And Clover?

-Yeah, Jer?

-Would you please take off those ridiculous shoes?

[giggling]

-According to the global positioning satellite, this is

the spot where the Juliet disappeared.

-Juliet!

Juliet.

Wherefore art thou, Juliet?

-Jerry was right, Sam.

There's no sign of a cruise ship on the radar.

But freaky!

There's an island nearby that's not on the map.

-Not on the map?

I bet it's an exclusive tropical spa.

We should definitely check it out.

-Or we could just stay here and enjoy the jacuzzi.

[shrieking]

-This is no jacuzzi.

It's more like a--

ALL: Whirlpool!

-Hang on!

-We need more power!

SAMANTHA (OFFSCREEN): That's the breaks!

The Aqualips!

-And in the event of a whirlpool, Clover's shoes may

be used as a flotation device.

-Question is, what caused the whirlpool?

That tunnel leads in the direction of the uncharted

island.

-A good swim will tone our calves.

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Hey, wait up!

These boots weren't made for swimming!

-Bleh!

-So much for your tropical spa theory.

-Yeah.

It doesn't look like anyone even lives here.

TRODE (OFFSCREEN): I do!

Oh, forgive me.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

I'm not used to visitors on my island.

I'm a fisherman.

Name's Trode.

-Oh.

We're looking for a missing cruise ship.

And there's a tunnel leading from the crime

scene to your island.

-Uh, you haven't seen like 200 people wandering around in

Hawaiian shirts looking kind of lost, have you?

-Afraid not.

And that tunnel is just an abandoned oil pipeline.

I'm sorry ladies, but your missing ship isn't here.

-Well, thanks anyway, Mr. Trode.

Mind if we look around before we go?

-Suit yourself.

We've got company.

FEMALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Then get rid of them.

-Whoa, what kind of creature leaves a print like that?

-I don't know.

But I bet the WOOHP computer does.

Hey, Jerry.

No missing passengers yet, but we

found this freaky footprint.

I'm sending a scan for computer analysis.

-And in just one moment, I'll tell you.

Oh.

That's odd.

The print doesn't belong to any known species of animal.

[yelping]

-Eew!

Bug!

-Well, other than a weird little fishermen and some

unknown species of animal, I'd say this island's deserted.

-One thing's for sure.

There's no spa.

-Looks like you need a little spa treatment.

Those eyebrows are looking pretty bushy, girl.

-Whoa!

When's the last time you waxed?

-What are you talking--

[gasp]

[shrieking]

-Wait!

I can't run in these shoes!

[roaring]

[screaming]

[roaring]

-Sam!

Alex!

Climb the trees!

It's totally safe up--

[scream]

Uh oh.

[screaming]

-Bleh!

Ever heard of breath mints?

[whinny]

[rock music]

[pained cries]

-I guess not all types of music soothe the savage beast.

-But they looked almost human.

What kind of beasts were they?

-The kind that wear cheap jewelry?

-That's the Juliet Cruise Lines logo.

Must have belonged to a member of the crew.

[shriek]

-You know, I think those freak shows may be the passengers.

-That's impossible.

How could--

Clover!

-OK.

I need to wax.

I get it.

-Whatever happened to those passengers--

-Is happening to me!

-But how?

And how come it's only affecting Clover?

-Eew!

Bug.

-The bug bite!

-What kind of stupid bug bite turns people into poorly

groomed weirdos?

-This kind.

-A dart thingy?

Eew.

It was nasty enough when I thought I was just a bug.

-Since we're on his island, I'm guessing that Trode guy is

the one who find it.

-Then let's hurry up and kick his butt!

I mean, look what his freak serum did to my new shoes!

There is a tropical spa.

See?

My spa sense never lies.

-Looks like it's been abandoned for years.

-If it's so abandoned, what's with the electric fence?

-It's getting cold out here.

Want to go inside and do a little spying?

-Spoken like a true ice queen.

-OK, this spa needs a decorator.

Because I'm not getting that soothing and natural vibe.

SAMANTHA (OFFSCREEN): Whatever this guy is up

to, it is not good.

-Whatever he's up to, it's probably on his hard drive.

SAMANTHA (OFFSCREEN): Whoa.

The serum re-engineers homo sapien DNA to include genetic

patterns from outside the species.

-And that means?

-The bad guys are making half human animals.

But why?

-Shortage of new exhibits at the local zoo?

-Guys, I'm hungry.

How about we talk about this over a tasty saucer of milk?

TRODE (OFFSCREEN): I already infected one.

-Company!

-The other two will be next.

[gasp]

-That's Helga von Guggen.

-The famous fashion designer?

She's the one behind this?

-No way.

She must be fish man's hostage.

No iconic of the fashion industry could ever commit a

crime.

-One isn't good enough, Trode.

Those spies are a danger to my plans.

I didn't go to the trouble of engineering a mutation formula

and transforming a boatload of people

simply for my own amusement.

-Then why did she do it?

-Ah-- ah--

-What's wrong?

-I'm allergic to cats.

-Sorry.

[sneeze]

-What?

Capture the intruders.

-Take your best shot.

[hissing]

-Good shot.

-Me-ow!

-You'll never get away with this!

-Yeah!

By the way, what exactly are you trying to get away with?

-Since you're about to be part of my experiment, I suppose I

can tell you.

Fur, ladies.

My hybrid creations will become the world's first

form-fitting, seamless fur coats, made

without a single stitch.

-Eew.

-Gross.

-It won't seem gross when my fabulous fur line has made me

insanely rich.

Like it?

It's genuine lawyer.

-You're going to need that lawyer when we get

finished with you.

-Au contraire.

It is I who will be finished with you.

-Once my lotion treatment has softened you up, Trode will

add the serum.

-Since we're short on time, you'll be getting an overdose.

-If you survive the transformation, you can join

your friends here at my processing factory in Milan.

-Processing?

-Fully automated.

I need 200 coats in time for next week's fashion show so I

can make millions--

fast.

[meows and hisses]

-By the way, if everything goes well, you three are going

to be the centerpiece of my new fall line.

-We've got to get out of here.

I do not want to wind up an accessory.

-Speaking of accessories, yours is blinding me.

-The RASH!

-Never thought I'd be glad to have one of those.

SAMANTHA (OFFSCREEN): See anything?

-We must be out of range.

-But if the passengers came to this island through that

whirlpool--

-Then so did our boat.

SAMANTHA (OFFSCREEN): So if I can rewire the transceiver to

extend its range--

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): You did it!

But I can't reach the controls.

-Just tell me when to turn.

[beeping]

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Left.

Left!

-Turning.

Turning!

-You girls ready to get wild?

-Hey, let me out!

-Do I have a clear shot?

-Creepy part aside, this was pretty good for our skin.

Hello?

Clover in danger?

No time to web surf.

-I'm using Helga's research to engineer an anti-serum.

We have to get this to Clover and the passengers.

-So we can turn them back to people before Helga turns them

into fashion statements.

TRODE (OFFSCREEN): Come on, let me out!

Hey!

-Excellent.

My automated coat making machine will have every last

garment ready by morning.

[meows]

-Patience, pretty kitty.

I promise you'll be the first in line.

-Could've used this stealth mode when stinky Bobby Roberti

was trying to ask me to spring formal.

-Huh?

-Whee!

-Thanks for the kicks, boys.

-We've got to find some way to get this anti-serum to all the

passengers before it's too late.

-Simple.

We load it into the sprinkler system, pull the fire alarm,

and voila--

anti-serum showers for everybody.

-Ready for a fire drill?

-Freeze!

-Uh oh.

-How about you guys do the freezing?

[groans]

-Ow!

-Aw, I liked that stuff.

Yee-haw!

-Let me go!

-This can't be good.

-I know you wanted to go first, my dear, but your

friends were just so pushy.

-Sammy!

Your stupid gadget is poking me in the hip.

-The Scanman--

we're saved!

-Yeah, a good radar sweep will fix everything.

-Not radar--

radio.

[rock music]

-What's going on?

No!

Protect me!

-Run!

[grunting]

-Before you eat, how about a little juice?

-There's our fire.

-And there's our anti-serum fire alarm.

-Careful!

This vat is full of my mutation formula.

Don't!

[cheering]

-I'm me again!

Hello, clawless feet.

Hello, delicate, freshly waxed eyebrows.

-Excellent work, girls.

Looks like you've got everyone back to normal.

-Well, almost everyone.

[animal noises]

-Hey, girls.

Like my old shoes?

-So it's goodbye super boots, huh?

-Does this mean goodbye Max, too?

-If Max and I are meant to be, he should like me for who I

am-- shortness and all.

-Hey, Clover.

Ready to watch and learn?

-Hi, Max.

-Huh?

Aah!

-Max, are you all right?

-Yeah.

It's just, ever since I got decked by this giant woman,

I'm freaked by tall girls.

From now on, I'm only dating girls who are

right about your size.

-Oh really?

[theme music]