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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!

Her we go!]

[dog barking]

-Enjoy your stay, professor.

You're going to be locked up for a long, long time.

-We'll see about that.

-No.

No, no!

Hah!

Take this, alien lowlife!

-That's impossible!

How can I be melted when I clearly have on my power belt?

Oh?

-Good mornin', Jerry, ol' boy.

-Good day, Mr. President.

Uh, do we have a situation, sir?

-Situation?

Heck, no.

I just like using the red line because of

the hands free feature.

See?

-Impressive, sir.

-Thanks.

Anyhow, how about you and me doing some fly fishing this

weekend, and maybe chewing the fat about you joining the A

team here in Washington?

-A White House appointment, sir?

-Exactly.

So get your secret spy self down here real quick like.

-Yes, sir!

-Oh.

Uh, just one more thing.

-Ladies, without a doubt, we are lean, mean, retail

shopping machines.

-Yeah.

We came, we saw, we kicked sidewalk sale butt.

-Strike a pose time?

-We have to.

I mean, good friends, the mall.

This is definitely a say cheese moment.

[laughter]

[yelling]

-Bravo, ladies.

I trust your ride was pleasant?

-As pleasant as being suck through a wind tunnel vortex

can be.

-Not to mention the vortex hair.

-I'm sorry, girls, but I needed your help on an

extremely important mission.

The President and I are off to fish.

-Hmm?

-Off to fish?

Is that like some kind of secret code?

-No, no.

No code.

Actual fishing.

The President has invited me to his lakeside retreat to

discuss a White House appointment.

-I'm sorry.

Did I miss something?

Because I'm not getting the connection.

You fishing, important mission, and us?

-The President has requested that three of my top agents

oversee the safekeeping of his daughter, Madison.

-We're babysitting!

-Well, if you want to put it that way.

But this mission is extremely important to me.

-Huh?

-Well, we do to hang out at the West Wing, and it's like

some sleepover pillow fight thing, right?

Absolutely right.

-So, are you going to give us some gadgets or what?

-Oh, yes, yes.

Gadgets.

For this mission, we have the Padded Shoulder Portable

Parasail, the Expandable Cable Bungee Belt, the Friendship

Ring Zirconium Tracker, and numerous Net Grenades.

Well, if we're all equipped, the White House awaits.

-Whoa!

-Perhaps you girls should have buckled up.

-And maybe we should have called first.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Cool office.

It's so--

round.

-Actually, it's oval.

You know, as in Oval Office.

-Well, put a rattlesnake in my bog and ask me for a match.

How, y'all doin', bubba?

-I'm very well, sir.

-Bubba?

What's a bubba?

-Got me.

I'm still trying to figure out that rattlesnake thing.

-I'll take it from here, Nesfield.

-10-4, sir.

-Mr. President, I'd like you to meet three of W.H.O.O.P.'s

top agents.

Sam, Clover, and Alex.

-Howdy, ladies.

-Ha ha!

And this is my daughter, Madison, and

her nanny, Mrs. Quivers.

-My father told me how you guys go around saving the

world and stuff.

I just wanted to say thank you.

-Oh, sure.

Absolutely

-No biggie.

-Well, ladies, I'm going to have to steal Jerry away while

the fishing's good.

Mrs. Quiver's will fill you in.

-Here's Madison's afternoon schedule, Madison's recreation

schedule, and Madison's scheduling schedules.

I believe that's everything.

-Um, don't you want to stick around a while?

You know, see how we do?

-Sorry, it's my day off.

I'm outta here.

-Well, Maddie, I guess it's just us.

Want to start with the launch schedule?

Schedule?

[laughing]

Puh-lease!

Like I'm really going to listen to a bunch of bubble

headed Valley girls.

-Whoa!

Reality check.

Did someone just replace the cute kid with some evil twin?

-And hello!

We are so not from the Valley.

We're from Beverly Hills.

-Whatever.

But if you want to survive today, then

follow these rules.

Don't bug me, and maybe I won't bug you.

Get it?

Got it?

Good.

-Well.

I can see how this has "fun afternoon"

written all over it.

-Madison, you really shouldn't be eating ice

cream before lunch.

-Oh!

Fine.

Take it!

[laughing]

-OK, where'd she go?

-Oh!

Sorry.

Not!

-This kid is about to catch some serious Samitude.

-Maybe we should cool down.

I mean, she is only 11.

-OK, if this is what 11-year-olds do, then I'm

sending my kids to military school right after

kindergarten.

-Oh, Madison?

Auntie Sam wants to have a word you.

-Oops!

Maybe it was the other way.

-Sorry.

Nice paper mache.

-Oh, Madison?

Then Auntie Sam wants to have a word with you.

Real bad.

-We just want to talk.

Please?

-OK, kid, open up or we're busting in!

I'm counting to three!

One, two--

-Oh, sorry.

I--

I didn't mean to get you guys so mad.

I was just having fun.

I never get to have fun.

It's always Madison do this, and Madison do that.

Oh, never mind.

[sniff]

You wouldn't understand.

[sobbing]

-I can't believe you losers feel for that!

Psych!

Ha ha!

-That--

that little punk just totally played us!

-Oh!

She is so in trouble.

She's like majorly grounded times two!

-Is there a problem, girls?

-Uh--

what makes you think there's a problem, Agent Nesfield?

-Aggressive banging, bedroom access being denied.

-Access denied?

No, no.

We could access if we want to, but, um, we just don't want

to.

-Yeah, because, um--

we feel Madison needs a little alone time.

-So we're going to go make her some lunch.

-See ya.

-The presidential kitchen!

Let's see what's behind door number one.

-Huh?

-OK.

Wasn't expecting that at all.

-Maybe we should make some brownies.

-Oh, brownies!

Now you're talking.

-I meant for Madison.

You know, as sort of a peace offering.

-Peace offering?

With that brat?

Why?

-Imagine what it's like for her.

Your whole life scheduled, secret service

everywhere you go.

Even your babysitters work for the government.

-OK.

But if she pulls one more prank, I am giving her a

brownie makeover.

-Madison?

Open up.

We made brownies, and we were hoping we could, you know,

start over.

-Rude, much?

[yelling]

-Madison, are you OK?

[yelling]

-Where is she?

-Presidents kid or not, if this is

another one of her stupid--

MADISON (OFFSCREEN): Out here!

-That thing's kidnapping her!

-Help!

-Here's the plan.

You guys keep the itsy bitsy spider busy while I swoop down

and pick up Madison.

--Got it.

-Check.

-Activate Padded Shoulder Parasails!

-Help!

Ahhhhh!

[yelling]

-Help!

-Someone remind me to write my congressman and demand all

government buildings to be padded.

-Come on!

[growling]

-Nesfield's coming.

Quick, go to cool cover.

-Girls, is there a--

-We're good.

-Nope

-Thanks for asking.

-Hmmm.

-We're too late!

-No clues, no nothing.

-It doesn't make sense.

Someone or something takes the President's daughter, but

there's no ransom note.

-Poor Madison.

That thing took her by such surprise she didn't get to log

off from her chat room.

-Hmm.

Of course!

Why leave a ransom note when you can leave--

-Mr. President, I'll be brief.

If you'd like to see your daughter again, prisoner 34343

in Maryland's maximum security prison is to be brought to the

top of the Washington Monument in exactly two hours.

-Daddy, please!

Hurry!

-Yes, daddy.

Hurry.

-Maybe we should tell Nesfield to call the President.

-And there goes Jerry's chance for a promotion, too.

[knocking on door]

-Agent Nesfield here.

-Uh--

just a minute!

-Girls, you can't keep the President waiting.

Where's Madison?

-Uh--

uh, she--

she's in the bathroom.

-11-year-olds.

Eyeliner freaks.

But I'll talk.

Hi, Mr. President.

It's Sam.

How are the fish biting?

-The fish?

Shoot.

They're jumping out of the water like fleas on a pup.

At lease on my side of the boat.

So, how's my little girl?

She's not gettin' in any trouble, I hope.

-Trouble?

No, uh, she--

-She's fine!

I mean, what kind of trouble could a cute kid

like Madison get into?

It's not like someone's going to kidnap her for ransom,

right?

-What!

-Nothing!

Well, better get back to those fishies.

Bye bye.

-Sir, ground floor is reporting a loud crash outside

the library.

Something just fell out of the sky.

-I'll be back.

-We'll be right here.

Not!

Come on, we've got to get Madison back before Nesfield

figures us out.

-How do we do that?

The kidnapper wants to trade for that prisoner.

-Not a problem.

-What exactly are we looking for?

-Overcoats, hats, anything that'll fool the kidnapper

into believing one of use is the prisoner.

-Check this out.

I don't even want to think about that pajama party.

-Come on!

Keep looking.

-They're here.

Let's go.

-Why is it always the top of the monument?

I mean, why can't prisoner exchanges ever take place in

the monument gift shop?

-That would be too easy.

-Hold on.

Where's the President's daughter?

-You get the girl on the way up.

I take my friend here and go down.

Shall we?

-Ahh!

-What is this!

-Time for you to get busted!

-Quick!

We've got to beat him to Madison!

-Oh, great!

More stairs!

-That was, like, way too close.

-Hit the deck!

-You know, I remember when babysitting

was a whole lot easier.

-Tell me about it.

We just lost the baby.

-Not exactly.

-Ahh!

[yelling]

-Hang in there, ladies.

-Guys!

Do something!

-I'm on it, Clover!

Grab on!

-Can't.

It's moving too much!

Alex!

-Hands out, Sam!

We're coming for you!

-I stuck a Friendship Ring Tracker on the spooky guy when

he and I tumbled downstairs.

We just have to follow the blinking light.

They're heading north over Pennsylvania Avenue.

Let's go!

-This is is.

The tracker's blipping like crazy.

On three, we bust in.

One, two--

-Three!

-Oh, my!

-Mrs. Quivers?

What are you doing here?

-No time for that, Clover.

We've got to get her out of here before the

kidnapper shows up.

-I'm afraid it's too late for that, my dear.

-Because I am the kidnapper.

[gasps]

-Bring in the girl.

-Now I understand how you pulled off a kidnapping from

the White House so easily.

But what's the connection to the mad

scientist guy in prison?

-That "mad scientist guy" happens to be my husband.

-Husband?

-Yes.

I simply don't want the father of my twins rotting in jail

for the next 100 years.

You see, Mrs. Quivers is really one half of the famous

Svetlander Gang.

The counter espionage group that threatened total

destruction by detonating explosive devices at

vulnerable earthquake fault lines across the continents?

-That's right.

We were just one tiny microchip away from holding

the world hostage.

Hard to believe, hm?

-Yeah, I'll say.

I mean, that guy's, like, barely half your height.

-My dear, love is not measured in inches.

-Oh, that is so sweet.

-Unfortunately, your interfering with my ransom

plans has forced me to threaten the

President face to face.

Rodney, Bobby, start the cell walls.

-Stop!

Don't hurt them!

-Sorry, but they've given me no choice.

Oh, I almost forgot, girls.

Thanks for filling in for me today.

It was a great day off.

-Great.

Now what?

In a minute, we're going to be Swiss cheese!

-Wait.

This cell dropped down on us from the ceiling, right?

-Yeah, so?

In case you haven't noticed, it's made of really, really

heavy metal that can't be lifted.

-Maybe we can't lift it, but I bet our Bungee Belts could.

Quick!

Tie your belts around one corner.

Point the bungee hooks at the skylight.

-Ready, aim, fire!

-[shouts]

-Cool idea, Sam.

It was bungeerific.

-Thanks.

But now we've got to figure out a way to beat

Quivers to the lake.

-Maybe we could call ahead to Jerry?

-So the President can find out how majorly bad we messed up?

Don't think so.

-I think I've got an idea.

-Well, Jerry, ol' boy, looks like you hooked yourself a

fightin', squirmin' size 12 double D.

-Maybe we should call it quits.

-Or maybe you should call the Maryland State prison and free

prisoner 34343.

-Mrs. Quivers!

I thought you had the day off today!

What's goin' on?

-What's going on, Mr. President, is the ransoming of

your precious daughter.

Call the prison or Maddie takes a swim

class with the fishes.

-I--

I don't understand.

-You don't need to understand.

All you need to do is take out your cell phone and dial.

Now!

-I'm so sorry, sir.

My agents should have prevented this.

-Listen, it's the President.

Patch me through the Warden Jenkin, Maryland Maximum

Security real quick like.

Warden?

Listen.

I need you to--

[helicopter approaching]

-Huh?

-Direct hit!

-Not good!

-Bring it on, Bobby, or Bobby, or whoever.

-Nice synchronized splash, girlfriend.

-Sorry.

You really have to work on your boating safety skills.

-Ride's over, Ms. Clingy.

-Nice fly fishing, Jerry.

-Yes, I'd say I just nabbed myself the catch of the day,

Mr. President.

-You and Madison OK, Mr. President?

-We're fitter 'n a firefly on the Fourth of July, thanks to

the spies and ol' Jerry, here.

-What do you say we head back to the White House, and cook

up some of those fish you caught, Mr. President?

[laughing]

-Thank you, Mr. President, but you really didn't have to do

all this.

-Sorry, but if you risk life and limb for my family, you're

gettin' a tip of the ol' 10 gallon.

'Nough said.

-So I just wanted to say, you know, I'm sorry about before.

I was wrong about you guys.

You're OK.

-Thanks.

You're pretty OK yourself.

-You know, Mr. President, about me coming to work for

you--

-I know where you're goin' with this, Jerry.

Your right.

Stealin' you from W.H.O.O.P. Would be a downright

disservice to the country, so I accept your formal

withdrawal.

-You do?

Oh, thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

-Well, I guess it's bye, y'all.

Maddie and I have to start looking for a new nanny.

-Sorry, Jere.

I know how much you wanted that position.

-But the truth is, we're totally psyched

you're still our boss.

-Ladies, after seeing the three of you in action, I'm

glad I'm still your boss, too.

-Ohh!

-Huh?

-Hugs!