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[beeping]

[theme music]

[beeping]

Lights out!

Hey, Smalls, nice teddy bear.

Don't you know they're not allowed in prison?

[grunts]

[thud]

[evil laughter]

Who would have thought it would

be so easy for a small person to escape from the big house?

[evil laughter]

[beeping]

Can you please hurry up and pick something already?

It's not my fault. The fall lineup

has too many must-see shows.

How am I supposed to know which ones

I can't live without watching?

Uh!

This is so much easier when Clover's driving the remote.

You actually like watching the shopping channel 24/7?

[rumbling]

Earthquake!

Earthquake!

Hey!

Find your own door jam.

Wait a sec.

If this is an earthquake, why is our house the only one shaking?

If it isn't an earthquake, what's going on?

Um, Clover?

Hey, guys. 'Sup?

Two questions-- why are you tap dancing--

And how come you're so bad at it?

Duh!

I'm trying to find my best talent so I can impress

the judges at the pageant.

Pageant?

Hello!

Have you two been locked in fitting rooms

for the last two months?

It's almost time for the annual Miss Beverly Hills Pageant,

and I plan to clean up.

Not dancing like that, you won't.

OK, so maybe tap dancing isn't my thing.

But when I do figure out my talent,

I'll be the one driving home in my new awesome convertible,

getting unlimited mani-pedis, not to mention bragging rights

for a full calendar year.

The pageant's in a couple of days.

That didn't give you much time.

Please.

I've got plenty of time.

Ah!

No I don't!

I have to go sign up by today!

Come on, guys!

You're going to give me moral support,

and no, you don't have a choice.

[beeping]

Oh!

Isn't this exciting?

Oh, yeah, completely exciting.

Yeah.

In all the excitement, I forgot to get excited.

What color do you think my tiara will be?

I'm thinking pink.

Nothing says crushing victory like a pink tiara.

Wow, Clover, you've already got it all worked out.

You bet.

Watch this.

Me?

You really want me?

Oh!

Thank you.

Thank you.

I love you all.

[kissy noises]

Um, maybe you should actually enter the pageant first.

Or better yet, don't bother.

Oh, hi, Mandy.

I thought I smelled something funny.

Ha!

I don't know why you girls are even wasting your time when

I'm obviously going to win.

Tell you what, Mand, I'll be nice when I win.

I'll let you hold my flowers while I

put on my pink victory tiara.

Tell you what, Clove, get ready to eat

my sparkly pageant dust.

I have got an edge on everyone else.

Well, yeah? Me, too.

And my edge will out-edge your edge any day.

Good one, Clover.

Sorry, girls.

Got to run before too much of your uncool rubs off on me.

Excuse me!

Out of the way!

Hello!

Move!

- Well I never! - Come on.

Pushy much?

How dare you!

Oh, it is so on.

So what exactly is this edge you were talking about, Clover?

It's obviously not your tap dancing.

No, there's this special new spa treatment called

the Beautimizer that's going to have

me looking pageant perfect.

A spa visit?

Not a bad idea, Clover.

Maybe I'll join you.

Whoa!

D'oh!

Aww, for--

[beeping]

You're going to love the Beautimizer.

It's a total full body makeover.

This baby does everything in a single pass--

nails, hair, makeup.

Well, let's get started already.

MANDY: It better make my hair, smile, eyes and attitude

bigger, because bigger is all that matters when

it comes to winning pageants.

Ha ha!

[gasps]

There's 827 spas in Beverly Hills, and Mandy shows up here?

Someone is in my machine!

This is an outrage!

I made reservations, like, hours ago!

I'm sorry, miss.

We have another spot here.

Which one is Clover in?

[evil laugh] Revenge is sweet, my little Clover.

I may be small, but let's see how you

like being really, really tall.

Enjoy the new you, Clover.

[evil laugh]

[sighs]

[whirring sound]

[school bell]

[laughing]

[beeping]

[grunting]

So, how do I look?

Wow.

Wow, Clover, you look amazing.

Totally!

We need sunglasses just to look at your smile.

You are so going to win the pageant.

Yeah.

But the only problem is-- [gasps]

Hey, it's Mandy.

Wow!

Whoa.

What happened?

[gasps]

- She looks really good. - Wow.

Move over, girls.

Your next Miss Beverly Hills just entered the building.

Mandy showed up at the spa for the same treatment!

Can you believe it?

What I can't believe is how much bigger Mandy's looking.

Since when did Mandy become an Amazon?

Ow!

I am so taking these defective shoes back to the store.

Ah!

Come on, ladies!

This is physical education class, so let's get physical!

Ya!

Ah!

Point, losers!

Enjoy it.

It's the last one you'll get!

Hi-ya!

Hi-ya!

After that one.

[whistle blows]

Ah, d'oh!

Ha!

[laughs]

Hi-ya!

Uh!

Uh, hi-ya!

[whack]

Uh!

This was just a warm-up for the pageant.

[evil laugh] See you wannabes tomorrow.

Mandy was a machine.

And she totally whooped us.

JERRY: Hello spies.

Oh!

Hold on a sec, Jerry.

JERRY: Spies, reports have come in that two

girls have gone missing in the Beverly Hills area.

Here are the files we've assembled on the two girls.

Here are cans of super sticky mega mouse,

net throwing mascara, and a tornado hairdryer.

Hey, I just cross-referenced the names.

Both girls had signed up to compete in the pageant.

Really?

That's great!

Less competition.

Maybe we should sit on this case for a while-- you know,

until the pageant is over.

Or we could get right on it.

We'll start by keeping an eye on the other contestants.

That should be easy enough.

They all hang out at the Groove.

[carn horn beeps]

Alex, Sam, are you there?

What is it, Clover, a suspect?

No!

But check it out!

Huh?

All pageant judges just love a girl who can juggle.

Oops!

She juggles as well as she tap dances.

Uh! Uh!

Oh!

[heavy footsteps advancing]

Hello!

This is a stake out, Clover.

We're supposed to be inconspicuous.

[heavy footsteps advancing] [screams]

Run away!

Get out of my way!

Look out!

Goodbye!

Hey!

That was our favorite juice joint!

They had awesome banana-blueberry smoothies.

Help!

Help!

She's huge!

Ah!

Uh.

Nobody trashes the Groove and gets away with it.

[grunts]

Ha!

Gotcha!

Huh?

[screams]

Well, she trashed the Groove and got away with it.

Uh!

Uh!

Uh!

But at least we have this.

Let's see whose DNA this is.

[beeping]

We've got a match, and it's--

Mandy?

Mandy?

A 15-foot tall monster?

Come on, she's only 5'8" in four-inch heels.

Didn't it seem strange that she was

spiking the volleyball today?

I guess.

In fact, Mandy's been acting totally strange

ever since the spa treatment.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Spa day!

I could so use another scalp massage right now.

I mean, while we're investigating, of course.

I loved the treatment so much, I just had to bring my friends.

I'm so pleased.

Now, if you would just step into the machines.

Thanks, but we'll take care of it from here.

We'd prefer too be alone for our treatments.

Toodle-oo.

But-- oh.

This was Mandy's machine--

the copycat.

Weird.

This doesn't look like it belongs here.

[gasping] - Hello, girls.

Hey, Jer.

We need you to analyze this computer chip for us.

No problem.

Just plug it into your X-Powder.

Ah!

Jerry, you're huge.

I mean, we're talking serious fat head.

Thank you, Clover.

That is because the chip you found is a maximizer.

It's designed to make anything bigger-- including

my hologram, apparently.

OK, so the chip made Mandy bigger,

but why did it make her meaner?

Well, Mandy isn't the nicest person in the world.

Maybe it's enlarged her bad attitude as well.

But who would want a gigantic Mandy?

That doesn't matter right now.

We need to save those kidnapped girls first.

I got the wrong machine?

I guess I'm going to have to do it the old-fashioned way--

with my Alpha X-10 Maximizer.

[screams]

Ah!

[heavy footsteps advancing]

Looks clear.

We'll have them out in a second.

Well, this case all but wrapped up.

Except that mega Mandy is still on the loose.

[heavy footsteps advancing]

Uh!

Ah!

[gasps]

OK.

She was bad enough at 15-feet tall,

but this is just ridiculous.

We'll see who's ridiculous when I win the pageant!

[straining]

She's too strong.

Yeah, she's totally got man hands.

[screaming]

Oh!

Oh, we're trapped like dolls in a dollhouse!

How are we gonna get out.

We'll blast our way out.

Wait!

I've got a better idea.

Hey, Mandy!

Where'd you get your hair done, the carwash?

Ah!

Oh, I'm sorry.

What I meant to say was, you've got a bigger mustache

than my pizza delivery guy!

MANDY: Hey!

Nice job.

I like the part about the mustache.

Well, it's true.

- Uh! - Uh!

Uh!

[helicopter advancing]

Hmm.

Ah!

Hello, spies.

Remember this?

Oh.

You grow, girl.

Ah!

Ow!

[gasps] Clover!

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

But I feel a little funny.

[gasping]

Finally!

Wow.

Beverly Hills looks really nice from up here.

Look!

I can see the Groove.

You copycat!

Is there a single original bone in your body?

Ow!

Hello!

It's not like I asked to be turned

into a 50-foot tall monster like you.

Just remember, no matter how much you want to be like me,

everyone knows who the most beautiful girl in Beverly Hills

is.

Ha!

If you think you're getting that tiara--

It's already mine!

Well, you catty little--

Ah!

Ah!

Wah!

[screaming and fighting]

[bell dings]

Ah!

Annoying, air-headed--

Watch out, Clover!

Yeah!

Don't crush our house!

Ah!

[boom]

We need to cut Smalls down to size.

Already on it.

[gun blasts]

D'oh!

[screams]

Look out!

Whoa.

I know heels hurt, but that would have been serious.

[screams]

[gasps]

And I had a pool party planned for the weekend.

Ah!

If we don't get that maximizer off Smalls soon,

we can kiss our whole neighborhood goodbye.

Uh!

[thud] I've got something to gum up his plans.

[gun blasts]

Ah!

Nice shot, Sam.

What can I say?

I've had years of practice with hair products.

[grunts]

Aww, for-- no!

My maximizer!

I spent an entire afternoon building that!

I should be able to reverse this.

Hurry up!

They just stepped on your bike.

What?

I bought that bike with my own money!

Hi-ya!

Ow!

Ow!

Your nails look like you got them at the hardware store.

Uh, oops.

I guess I had the power too high.

Oh yeah. [inaudible]

Hey!

What!

Mandy!

Oh, look how cute they are.

They're so tiny. Can I keep them?

Ha!

Forget it.

You did all this!

Obviously someone knew they were going to lose the pageant

and wanted me out of the way?

You?

You wouldn't have a chance of winning,

even if you bribed all the judges.

Uh.

Hm.

[screaming and fighting]

Excellent work, agents.

I must admit, we weren't even aware Diminutive

Smalls had escaped.

He's just so small and easy to misplace.

MANDY: That tiara is mine!

Ugh.

I bet you can't even spell tiara.

My word.

How long have those two been at it?

Ever since they met.

Well, I'll need to take Mandy with me.

Huh?

We'll erase her memory of this event and return her home.

Make sure you also erase her memory about the pageant.

She won't even know she entered. - Uh!

What?

If you even think about messing with my memory--

There, there.

We won't do anything like that.

Hm.

Oh, well.

I tried.

[cameras clicking]

This is it, the part of the night where you lose.

Oh, really?

I thought this was the part where I get the tiara

and you get the t-shirt that says "sore loser" on it.

[laughs]

After long deliberation, the judges

have made their decision.

And the winner of the annual Beverly Hills Pageant is--

Gloria!

[applause]

Oh!

Oh!

I knew I should have--

--worn platforms.

Oh, you!

[groan] I bet you can't even spell tiara!

Oh yes I can.

Let's hear you spell it.

Oh, I know how to spell it.

You don't know how to spell anything.

Then spell it. Spell it.

If you know how to spell it.

[firecrackers popping]

You know, it's so not easy being a girl in Beverly Hills.

Coordinating clothing is like a full-time job.

It gets worse.

You might totally love that new top you bought,

but you can't even think about wearing it more than once

a month.

So you need another system to keep track of what you wore,

when.

See, I wore this outfit last Tuesday.

So according to this chart, I can

wear the top again next year.

Wait, hold on.

This skirt goes with this top, but I can't wear

it with this purse until 2052?

OK.

You know what, I'm just going to wear black.

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