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THEME SONG: Here we go, we're getting on the road 'til 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!

-So, there's three seconds left on the clock, and swoosh!

Right through the net.

It was totally awesome, man.

-Zachary Williams, please report to

the principal's office.

[whooping]

-Hey, no problemo.

Principal probably wants to put a statue of me in the gym.

[whistling]

No!

No!

-Check it out, girls!

The first annual Beverly Hills Youth Spirit Awards is looking

for contestants who typify youthful enthusiasm, ambition,

and optimism.

-That is so you, Sammy.

I wish I could be a little more optimistic about what

they're serving for lunch today.

-Fiber, riboflavin, and vitamins.

Everything developing gals need to grow fit and healthy!

-Ugh.

I'm starting to think fit and healthy is

overrated, Mrs. Muckle.

-Please tell me you're not thinking of entering the

contest that I'm gonna win.

-I have just as much chance as you, Mandy.

-FYI, this award goes to someone who best exhibits

youthfulness.

You're better suited to enter the Senior Olympics.

-Please, Mandy.

Sam's got twice as much youthful youth as you!

-Whatever.

I'm just trying to save her from total embarrassment.

After all, she's the one with gray hair.

-[growls]

Gray hair?

-Of course, if you get one, you're sure to

get another and another.

-Yeah, right.

But I'm just gonna go check anyway.

-I guess it's not so bad.

Gray hair is distinguishing, right?

-Totally.

I mean, what's the big deal?

It's just one gray hair.

I can't believe I just said that.

-You're right.

I'll just get rid of it.

-Don't pluck it!

Five more will grow in its place!

-I thought you said it was no big deal!

-One hair is no big deal!

Five is an irreversible trend.

-But I don't even want one gray hair.

-Oh, now see what you've done, Clover?

You'd better tell her about our surprise.

-Oh, yeah.

This will cheer you up.

Front row seats to the Happy Fun Fellas concert on Friday

night.

-How did you get those?

That concert's been sold out for weeks!

-Oh, it was easy.

The manager of the arena has a cousin who lives next door to

a guy who's best friends with a man who married a childhood

classmate of the mother of a guy I know from

the football team.

I just flirted with him, and he got the tickets for me.

-Wow.

I guess it really is who you know.

-Anyway, we can't go to the concert if you're going to be

crying about your hair, can we?

-I guess not.

Thanks, Clover.

[screaming]

-So glad you could breeze through, girls.

-As if we had a choice.

-Let's cut to the chase.

Oceanside Middle School is known for its superior

athletic programs.

Their teams have won state championships for years.

But suddenly, the teams are losing all their games.

-Wow.

They don't look like they could win a knitting

championship.

-I want you girls to go undercover and investigate

this strange shift in the student body of Oceanside.

Sam, you'll pose as a history teacher.

Alex, you'll be a gymnastics coach.

And Clover, you'll be a lunch lady.

-As if!

-I suppose you can always going undercover as a janitor

or a trigonometry teacher.

-On second thought, where's my hair net?

-Now, on to the gadgets.

Hoop earring communicators, expandable cable bungee belts,

Velcro band 3D body analyzer wristwatch.

-That tickles!

-And finally, DNA scanner sunglasses, a butterfly laser

emitting pendant, and a multi-purpose army knife.

You never know.

-Jerry, how long will this job take?

We're going to a Happy Fun Fellas

concert on Friday night.

-Well, then, I guess we'd better get you started

immediately.

[screaming]

-This is ridiculous.

Who'd ever believe that I could pass as a lunch lady?

-Hey, lunch lady, what's on the menu today?

-Ugh.

[growls]

-Come on, let's take our undercover positions before

the rest of the kids show up.

-[whistle]

OK, team, that was really slow.

Let's hit the showers.

All right, everybody out.

-But we just started.

-It's not like you worked up a sweat out there.

Wow, their DNA has been changed.

It's like they have the genetic traits of

someone in their 80s.

-OK, class, um, today we're going to learn

about the Cold War.

I need a volunteer to be the Soviet Union.

[fly buzzing]

-OK then, I'll volunteer someone.

How about you?

Uh, Theodore?

-Oh, wonderful.

May I say it is indeed an honor and a privilege to

participate in such a lively classroom endeavour, for it is

often said that--

-Bravo, you go!

Stand over there.

I'm gonna need some, um, satellite nations.

Here.

You be Yugoslavia, how about you as Czechoslovakia--

actually, everybody come up here and face the blackboard.

-But why?

-Because you're the Berlin Wall.

All right, everybody close your eyes simulate night time.

You too, Theodore.

-But I'm the Soviet Union.

-You're taking a nap.

Weird.

Glandular functions slowing down.

Mental alertness dangerously low.

Small contusions l all their foreheads.

Energy and vitality levels-- hmm.

Not that bad.

OK, maybe I was wrong about that.

-What'll you have?

-Prunes, please.

-How about some ice cream or cake?

-No, I'd better stick with the prunes.

-How about you?

-Prunes also, please.

And if you have anything else that's easy to chew, that

would be great.

-Easy to chew?

You've got a head full of strong teeth.

-[laughs]

Yeah.

Those are the days.

-Aww.

-OK, is it me, or are these kids about

as lively as sloths?

-Yeah.

It's like they've all had liposuction or something.

-We've got to figure out who's behind all this.

-Darn kids.

Leave nothing but messes everywhere they go.

Snot-nosed good for nothings.

-OK, I think we just found our number one suspect.

-Huh?

Look!

That teacher's turning a kid into a zombie!

-Oh no you don't!

-What do you think you're doing?

-Stopping you from stealing this innocent student's youth!

-I was only showing the lad that he got an A+ on his

science test.

-I never got an A+ before.

Gosh, thanks, Mrs. Killiher.

-We are so sorry.

-I don't recall seeing you at this school before.

-Um, that's because we're part of the school district's

substitute gym teacher history teacher lunch lady program.

Gotta go.

-Yeah!

-Here's the copies you needed.

All collated and alphabetized.

I also got you these to brighten up your room.

-Thank you, Theodore.

They're beautiful.

You're a nice kid.

Why don't you go outside and play?

-I would, but my friends are so boring.

They just sit around and talk about their aches and pains.

Don't you have anything else that needs to be done?

-OK, um, how about distributing these memos to

all the classrooms?

-Great!

Thanks!

-Huh?

-[gasp]

[scream]

No, please, don't!

-Ooh, a pep rally!

I love these school events!

They're so full of energy!

-Thus the term pep rally.

-Theodore, what's the matter?

Guys, this is really serious.

Let's spread out and look for anyone suspicious.

-As you all know, this weekend is Oceanside Junior High

School's homecoming game.

So let's all give a rousing cheer to the football team.

-Yay.

-This is no pep rally.

It's a pep funeral.

-What's weirder is that Principal Smith doesn't notice

that the kids are acting so strangely.

-He either doesn't notice or he doesn't care.

Maybe it's because he knows why they're acting that way.

-Let's see what Jerry can tell us about this guy.

Jerry, it's Alex.

Listen, we may be onto something.

Can you do some research on Principal John Smith?

-Certainly.

Here you go.

-It says that Smith was previously a headmaster at

Ravenswood Boys' School in England, but it seems he left

under mysterious circumstances.

Looks like we're going on a field trip, girls.

-Wow.

Looks familiar, huh?

-Just like the students at oceanside.

[bell ringing]

-Hmm.

Lunchtime.

Perfect for spy mode, girls.

-Yeah!

-OK, let's see what we can find out about Smith.

-Nothing in here.

-What's this?

-Aha.

-[screaming]

-That was really unexpected.

-Whoa.

If only I had a finger big enough to wear that on a ring.

-Weird.

This manuscript describes how youth can be extracted from

people's souls.

-Hey, this guy looks really familiar.

-Yeah, he looks like Principal Smith.

Except why is he in those ancient clothes?

-Because Smith is 800 years old.

This is his journal.

There's entries dating back to the 13th century.

Somehow Smith must be stealing youth and

administering it to himself.

And I bet that jewel has something to do with it.

-You mean Smith literally found a fountain of youth?

[screaming]

-It's the janitor!

-And the teacher!

-What are you doing here?

-The question is, what are you doing here?

-Getting rid of you brats!

-We can't let them get away!

-Where'd they go?

-Where'd Alex go?

-Alex!

-Sammy!

[screaming]

-Where could they have taken Alex?

-Look!

Alex!

Are you all right?

-They've drained her of youth!

-Follow her.

-Where did she go?

-[scream]

-Now we got you.

-I don't get it.

Why are you doing Smith's dirty work?

-Give up, girls.

There's no escape.

I'm not sure how you discovered my little

enterprise, but you've made a terrible mistake.

-We know you're stealing these kids' youth.

You will never get away with it.

-On the contrary.

I have for centuries.

And this last big score will provide me with enough youth

to give me immortality.

-What do you mean, last big score?

-I mean the Happy Fun Fellas concert.

-You wouldn't dare!

-If you touch a single hair on their precious heads, I swear

I'll open a heavy duty can of whoop brand butt whoop on you!

-And miss one of the largest gatherings of

young people in years?

[laughs]

I think not.

Soon all that youth will be mine.

-Open the windows.

The jewel of Sumatra.

Quite rare.

Only three in the world, and I have them all.

When the sun strikes it, its rays will disperse and pass

through you, taking your youth along with it.

-We gotta get loose before that jewel turns our brains

into oatmeal.

Can't get my hands free.

-This is awful.

I am too young to be old.

OK, try swinging back and forth.

Maybe I can untie your hands.

-OK, I've got you.

Now if we can just cut your rope.

-Hurry up, Sam, the sun's almost hitting the jewel!

-I'm doing my best!

-Alex!

Can you give Sam a hand?

-OK, right after my nap.

-Alex, wake up!

[scream]

OK, somebody's gonna have to go lighter on the ice cream.

Um, Clover?

-What?

-You might want to close your eyes.

-Why?

-[screaming]

-That went well.

-Come on, we gotta get to that concert before it's too late.

[cheering]

-Hey, Beverly Hills!

Are you ready to rock?

[music playing]

-He could be anywhere.

Let's spread out.

-Right.

I'll check backstage.

Alex, why don't you just sit here and enjoy the music.

Um.

-Whoa.

Where do you think you're going?

-I have to get back there and save the world.

-I've heard some good ones in my day, but nobody ever pulled

that one on me.

-But you have got--

-Back you go, Missy.

-Clover, I see him.

-Once the circuit is connected, the final assault

will begin.

Hurry.

-This oughta slow him down.

-How did she get loose?

Guess I'll have to finish her off myself.

-Whoa!

Give it up, Smith.

You will never get away with this.

-On the contrary, young lady.

I already have.

-Hey, this isn't in the script.

-[gasp]

-Yes!

That's it!

Give me all your precious youth!

-Huh.

Hey, I wonder if--

-Hey!

-Sorry.

I love your music.

-Stop her!

-Whoa!

-You could have at least fallen on her!

-Where do you think you're going?

-Class dismissed.

-Out of my way.

-[gasp]

Whoa!

[scream]

-Don't even think about it.

Your youth sucking ways are over.

-Not so fast, Smith.

-No!

-Was that part of our show?

-[gasp]

That's weird.

-Hey, I feel like myself again.

-And not a second too soon.

I was starting to worry that we'd have to put you into a

retirement home.

-Nice work, girls.

What happened to Smith?

-We're not exactly sure.

This is all he left behind?

-Odd.

I hope we've seen the last of him.

-For his sake, I hope we have, too.

-OK, girls, I've been old long enough.

Let's dance.

[music playing]

-Go Jerry, go Jerry, go Jerry!

-I'm so glad that's over with.

-Yeah, no offense, Alex, but you didn't age too gracefully.

-Speaking of not aging gracefully, I guess I should

withdraw from the Youth Spirit Competition.

Who'd vote for a teenager with a gray hair?

-Wait a second.

Your gray hair is gone.

-I told you not to pluck it, Sam!

-I didn't!

But I did wash my hair.

Oh, I am so lame.

Duh!

I was working on an art project using gray paint!

I'm not getting old and decrepit, I'm just messy!

-Put a sock in it!

They're just about to name me winner of the competition.

-And the Youth Spirit Award goes to Mrs. Muckle!

-Mrs. Muckle?

-Ugh!

-Mrs. Muckle has 50 years of volunteer work, leadership in

the orphanage's annual trip to Europe, a series of gourmet

cookbooks with all the profits donated to help build that new

kindergarten.

-Congratulations, Mrs. Muckle.

You deserve to win.

-It's not how old you are, it's how you are being old!

-Come on down, Mrs. Muckle, and claim your prize--

a brand new Wave Slicer jet ski!

-It's OK, Sam.

There's always next year.

-Or the year after that.

-Or the next 50 years after that.

-[laughing]

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