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

stop, and then we'll shop.

So one, two, three, now baby, here we go, go, 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, get on with the show.

Here we go!

Here we go!

Here we go!]

-[australian accent]

As mayor of Kangaroo Point, it is my honor to declare the

beautiful Sand Dollar Hotel officially open!

[rumbling]

-Huh?

[screaming]

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Wait till you see it.

It's totally cool!

-It sounds kind of creepy to me.

-No, it's not creepy, Sam.

It's hip, new, and futurific.

-[robot voice]

Eggs and bacon or pancakes and sausage?

-Pancakes.

-That IS cool.

[crying]

-Huh?

-Not everyone thinks it's cool.

Looks like Mrs. Muckle's out of a job.

-That doesn't seem fair.

Nobody should get replaced by a machine.

[gasps]

-You're right.

There's no justice in people being automated into

unemployment.

We have to do something about this, David.

You and me, together.

-Like what?

-Hmm?

Like--

like we'll organize a letter-writing campaign.

-Boring!

-Well, how about we start a petition?

-Lame!

-I've got it.

We'll go on a hunger strike.

-That's a great idea.

-It is?

-Yeah.

A bold move like that will show everyone how totally

committed we are.

I'll go spread the word.

-David is to politically aware.

-I don't know, Sam.

A hunger strike isn't a very healthy idea.

-Yeah!

Not eating is so '90s.

-David and I are saddened by your lack of

enthusiasm for our cause.

-Whoa!

[yelling]

-Hello, ladies.

-This better be good, Jerry.

I have a student revolution to whip up.

-Do you ladies know what a tsunami is?

-Duh!

-Excellent.

Well, within the past week, three of these giant waves--

-Giant waves?

Oh.

I thought tsunamis were those little breaded sushi things

with the purple sauce.

Never mind.

-In any event, three of these giant waves here laid waste to

resort towns in Fiji, Indonesia, and Australia.

These tsunamis are clearly unnatural.

-And you want us to find out what's creating them.

-Exactly.

You'll be going to the location of the last tsunami,

Kangaroo Point, Australia.

And now for the gadgets.

Today you'll be receiving hoverboards, Heat Sensor 6000

Infrared Motion Detector Sunglasses, Press On Flick Off

Explosive-tipped Ninja Nails in petal pink, the Thundering

Thermal Wave Hairdryer, and last but not least, 24 Hour

Extra Power All Day Adhesive Hair Pomade.

-Cool!

Oopsie!

-Now that's what I call a firm hold.

-Well, I guess we'd better get going.

-Since you've got your hand full, I'll just take care of

this for you.

-Waaa!

-This beach is trashier than one of Mandy's outfits.

-Whoo hoo!

Catch that wave!

[shouts]

-[laughs]

-Sounds like someone's having a good time.

-Whoa!

Check out that guy.

-It's Rock!

Does my hair look OK?

Is there anything in my teeth?

-Who's Rock?

-Only one of the most awesome pro surfers around.

He's totally amazing.

No one else pulls the el rollo in conjunction with the triple

prigmore flipperoonie.

See?

-Hey, new babellinies.

Care for a major deke sesh?

Come on, check out the ashes before the grub gets 86'ed.

-What?

-Oh, he means, "Welcome, girls.

Are you here on vacation?

Please help yourself to the food before it's all gone."

The vits smell totallyrific.

We just speced out your moves in the green room.

Righteous!

-[laughs]

Nectar!

-You have got to be kidding.

-My name is Clover.

The queebees are Alex and Sam.

-What are

"queebees?" -I'm Rock.

Anyway, gotta bag, crippler chick.

Stoked to check you.

-Huh?

-Did you hear that?

He called me beautiful and hopes to see me again.

-Hello, Earth to bimbolini.

-That's babellini.

-Whatever.

We're not here to date boardheads.

We're here to find the cause of the tsunamis.

Right, Alex?

Ahh!

-Yeah.

Totally nectar.

-Come on.

Let's check for abnormalities.

That's weird.

That hotel registers a pocket of unusually cold air.

Let's check it out.

-It's freezing in here!

I'm turning into a spysicle.

[rumbling sound]

-Huh?

What was that?

-I didn't hear anything.

[rumbling sound]

-Gross!

It's your stomach!

-It isn't gross, Alex.

It's the music of protest, the soundtrack to my beautiful

hunger strike with David.

-It's wedged shut.

A little help, please.

[yelling]

-Someone must have left the air conditioning on.

-Alex, I'm pretty sure it's cold because we're standing

next to an iceberg.

-Oh.

-The tsunami must have driven it through the

front of the hotel.

-Driven it from where?

-Good question.

We'll get a sample.

[crumbling sound]

-Your stomach again?

-No, not this time.

-That can't be good.

-Avalanche!

[yelling]

-The door is blocked!

-That was too cold for comfort.

-We'd better call Jerry.

-Good afternoon, ladies.

-Enjoying Australia?

-I guess you could say we're chilling out.

-We have a sample for the W.H.O.O.P.

laboratory to analyze.

Figure out where this ice came from, and we'll pinpoint the

source of the tsunamis.

-Excellent.

I'll contact you when we have the results.

In the meantime, why don't you head back to school?

You ought to be just in time for lunch.

-Oh, great, I'm starved!

Hmm?

I mean, who can think about food when there's so much

injustice in the world?

[bell ringing]

-This place is a ghost town.

Where is everybody?

-Hey!

There she is.

-Huh?

-Fellow students, allow me to present to you the woman whose

foresight and dedication made this hunger strike possible.

Sam!

-Yeahh!

-Go, Sam!

-When word got out, everyone started supporting the cause,

and now you're a hero.

-David, I--

I don't know what to say.

-You don't have to say anything.

The cause speaks for itself.

If Muckle's on the street, we won't eat!

-[group chanting]

If Muckle's on the street, we won't eat!

If Muckle's on the street--

-That's it.

We're ordering in Thai.

-I miss Rock.

-Eww!

He's not such a hottie on film.

-That's not Rock.

That's Frankie Dude.

He was a big time pro surfer back in the day.

Hey, check out this story.

It's about the top five gnarliest surfing

spots of all time.

-So?

-So number five is in Fiji, Number?

Four is in Indonesia, and number three is Kangaroo

Point, Australia.

Alex, the tsunamis are targeting surfing beaches!

-Hmm?

The next gnarliest is Kirk's Cove, South Africa!

We've got to get Sam and go!

-Kirke's Cove doesn't look like a surfing Mecca to me.

-There's no beach left.

Just strip mallapalooza.

-At least everything's still standing.

-Not for long!

-Yea!

Yee hah!

Faster!

My mascara's not waterproof!

[screaming]

-Help!

Help!

-Ahh!

[howling]

-Gotcha!

-Is this what they mean by hotdog surfing?

-We're too late.

-All right!

-Surf's up!

-Yeah, buddy!

-Look at all the mondo curls, man!

-At least the boardheads are happy.

Kirke's Cove is once again as surfing Mecca.

-That's what's going on!

-What's going on?

-The tsunamis aren't destroying these beaches.

They're returning them to their original surfability.

-Ladies, we've analyzed that ice sample you found.

Study of the CO2 concentration and carbon stable isotopes

make it evident that the ice would have come from only one

location in the world, Leuba's Bay, Antartica.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): That must be the source of the tsunamis.

-Leuba's Bay, population zero.

We're here.

-Good.

I couldn't take the sound of Sam's stomach rumbling for

much longer.

-How many times do I have to tell you?

David and I are on a hunger strike.

-Whatever.

-So, where are all the baby tsunamis?

-Let's check out the cliffs.

-Huh?

Pick it up, Sam.

-Give me a break.

I'm working on zero fuel here.

-Whose fault is that?

-Just let me take a short rest.

-We've been isolated!

-Ow!

Oh!

Ouch!

-At these temperatures, the ice is as strong as steel.

-You could have mentioned that before I started kicking!

-Evil beach bunnies?

-Wax on, wax off.

-Frankie Dude!

-Who?

-From my "Board Master" magazine.

He wrote the article on the five gnarliest beaches.

-The Dude welcomes you aboard The Mondo.

-You're the one who's been creating the tsunamis.

-Affirmalicious.

-That

means "yes." -Duh.

-You make tsunamis just so you can have

better surfing beaches?

-Whoa.

Perceptimundo.

-You mullet!

-The Dude once ruled those sand pads, chiquitas.

He was the alpha, the ace moondoggie of the

whole shivvy scene.

Then the land sharks moved in, started puttin' hotels and

strip malls overtop the gnarliest beaches.

They built breakwaters to turn the slammers into slop.

-Huh?

-Bit waves into foam.

-That is when the Dude had the accident.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): You wiped out against a newly-built pier.

-Yes!

The Dude totally scabbed off his pinkie toe so the mervs of

the world could sip overpriced frappuccinos and watch their

toddlers play in the backwash!

Because of corporate greed, the Dude is forever fated to

hang 9 instead of 10.

-Grody!

-How is "the Dude" creating his tsunamis?

-Using The Mondo's laser cannon, the Dude carves these

mombusaloid chunks out of the Antarctic ice shelf.

Then they crash into the ocean.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Creating an accelerated ripple effect from

which the tsunamis are formed!

-The Dude is sorry that you'll be missing his most bodacious

victory yet, a tsunami big enough to wipe

out all of Los Angeles.

-Los Angeles?

-Ah!

-That's where Beverly Hills is!

-And this time, the Dude will be surfing it all the way in.

Beach bunnies!

Put our three little grommets in the tanning bed of doom!

-Let us go, you over-coiffed sand rabbits!

SAM (OFFSCREEN): We've got to get out of here!

-Uh!

Ow!

That's not going to work.

-Let's try kicking out the lights.

Uh!

Uh!

Ah!

So much for my pedicure.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): What's that?

SAM (OFFSCREEN): I think we're moving.

-Begin the firing sequence.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Ow!

Alex, you're on my hair!

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): It's not my fault.

Clover's fingernails are poking me.

-The Ninja Nails!

Clove, use the Ninja Nails.

-Fine.

But you're springing for a new manicure.

Close your eyes, Spies.

-Too late, stinkies.

-It's the laser!

-Time to undo the 'do.

-Let go of me, you silicone-enhanced freaks!

-Time to stick it to the gidgets.

-A little dab'll do ya.

-You are done like dinner, Dude.

-Ah!

Huh?

-You spybellinies are noodled.

The Dude is about to rock your world.

-Whoa!

-Bombye, bennies!

-Bennies?

-Bennies!

I am not a tanless tourist!

[laughing]

-Surf's up!

Wayyyy up!

-We have to beat the tsunami back to LA.

-Get ready.

We're rippin' for the zone.

-According to W.H.O.O.P.'s database, our only hope to

counteract the tsunami is to create a massive energy burst

in front of the wave.

-We can't.

The Dude's last shot drained the laser's battery.

It's emptier than your hunger striking stomach.

-We're closing in on the tsunami.

-Which does no good if we can't stop it.

-What about the Thundering Thermal Wave Hairdryer?

Is it powerful enough?

-It might be if we wire it to the Mondo's engines.

It's our only hope of saving LA!

-The Dude is soooo the Dude!

-Huh?

-What is this?

[screaming]

-Wire, Alex!

Wire like the wind!

-Done!

-Clover, go!

-Wipeout time for the Dude.

-If this doesn't work, we're sushi!

-Don't remind me of food.

-Ahhh!

Yaaaa!

Ahhh!

-Excellent dismount.

-I give him a 9.2.

-Ahhhhh!

No!

Whoa!

My beach!

My waves!

This is so heinous!

Marvelous job, ladies.

-Noooo!

-We saved LA!

-And our mall.

-We rule.

Come on, let's get out of here.

-We are much too pretty for this line of work.

-I'll be happy if I never see another surfer

as long as I live.

Hmm?

-Crippler chick.

Queebees.

-Rock!

-Came to snag the So Cal action and

scope the giganto swell.

Totally hittie.

Is it a true tell about Frankie Dude?

-Yeperoonie The Dude was making the tsunamis.

-What a woofie.

Hot vits on the ashes.

[laughing]

Scratch on over and nab a beefie.

-Rock is extending an invitation to--

-Have a burger, we get it..

Let's eat.

-What about your hunger strike?

You were trying to save Mrs. Muckle's job?

-Starving myself wasn't saving anyone.

I've got a better idea.

[bell ringing]

-So, so you miss Rock?

-Yes, but we were destined for different paths.

I'm student and a spy.

His life, his love, and his lady is the sea.

-Nectar.

-Hey, babellinies.

-Hi, guys.

How'd the peace talks go?

-Yeah.

Everything seems to be back to normal.

How'd you do that?

-Well, let's just say Sam convinced me and the other

students that diplomacy was a better option than starvation.

-What about Mrs. Muckle being automated out of her job?

-We suggested a compromise to the cafeteria administration.

-Elevated cholesterol, pre-ulcerous conditions.

You'll take a tofu burger.

-Technology with a human touch.

I like it.

-We work well together, David We're perfect for each other.

-Like brother and sister.

-Brother and sister?

Yeah.

Oh!

[laughing]