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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.

Totally spies.

Get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

[gong]

[music]

[honking]

[clock beeps]

-Who's this Ricky Mathis chump, anyway?

-I don't know, but his fans sure seem to like him.

We can't keep his lame, pretty boy single on the shelf.

[clock beeps]

[shouting]

-Huh?

[crowd screaming]

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): So Sammy, any chance I could borrow your

cashmere belly sweater tomorrow?

-Sure.

That's what best friends are for.

-Hey!

What about me?

-Don't be crazy, Alex.

We can't possibly wear Sam's sweater at the same time.

We'll totally stretch it out.

-No, Clover.

I mean, aren't I your best friend too?

-Aw, well of course you are, silly!

And that's why I'm gonna borrow your leopard print

sandals tomorrow.

[gasps].

-Clover, what is it?

What's wrong?

[bells ringing]

CHOIR (OFFSCREEN): Ah!

-Yeah, what's with all the drool?

-I think, I think I'm in love!

Must find out who he is.

[playing guitar]

-Hi, I'm Clover.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Is it me or does Clover fall in love more

often than Mandy maxes our her credit card?

-What do you say we go out after school?

I'll even let you buy me a non-fat latte.

-You will?

OK.

[thunder]

-Sorry, Clover!

-Whoa!

-Damon's already got plans after school.

He's going to the mall with yours truly.

-Oh yeah, that's right.

The mall.

[sirens]

[explosion]

-Well, no big deal.

I was only trying to do him a favor 'cause

he's new around here.

Hmph!

-Clover!

-Don't worry, Clover.

I'll buy you a non-fat latte after school.

-Besides, wouldn't you rather hang out with us than some

dimwitted musician?

-Yeah, I guess so.

Only I just can't help liking Damon!

Call me crazy, but I just have this thing for musicians!

I've gotta find a way to get his attention off of

Mandy and onto me.

[screams]

[screams]

-[shouting]

Is it me?

Or do our missions only occur during times of

major personal crisis?

[screams]

[thud]

[screams]

-Well, so nice of you girls to drop in.

-Nice for some of us.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Ricky Mathis?

Never heard of him.

JERRY (OFFSCREEN): That's because he's an overnight

musical sensation.

In fact, as of today, he's only released one single, the

optimistically titled "Rock Legend".

Which makes it even more unsettling that there have

been reports of similar occurrences

all around the globe.

Something's up, we're just not sure what.

-So where do we fit in?

-Your mission is to go undercover as the opening act

on his world tour and find out exactly what it is about Ricky

Mathis that makes his fans so fanatical.

-You mean, we get to be in a real band?

-A real pretend one.

-This is so perfect!

When Damon finds out, he'll toss Mandy like a day-old

muffin and come running straight to me.

He'll see me as his musical equal.

I'll be irresistible!

Now, all we need is a name.

-Actually ladies, we've already taken

care of your name.

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): We're called The Spies?

That is so lame!

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Yeah.

Totally unimaginative.

-It was my idea.

-Oh!

-Oh!

-Hey!

Look at these cool instruments.

[playing rock music]

[glass shattering]

[music stops]

JERRY (OFFSCREEN): Perhaps now isn't the best

time for you to [laughs]

practice.

Now where were we?

-The drop is ready, sir.

-Oh yes, the gear.

[snaps fingers]

-This week you'll be utilizing the expandable cable bungee

belt, the Windtunnel 3000 tornado blast hairdryer, this

section cup bottomed go-go boot, the ultra-sensitive

earring microphone.

And my personal favorite, UPWATI.

Up whaty?

-No.

Not up whaty, UPWATI.

Underwater power walking apparatus that's

inconspicuous.

Now goodbye and good luck, ladies.

Or as they say in show biz, break a leg.

-Ah!

[screaming]

-Wow, look!

We have fans already!

[crowd shouting]

-Ah!

-Hey, you're not Ricky.

-That's not him.

-Wow.

I guess Ricky Mathis is popular.

-Phew!

-Wow!

-Wow!

-Wow!

I can't wait to tell Damon about this.

He'll be so impressed with me.

[beep]

-Is that all she thinks about?

DAMON (OFFSCREEN): Hello?

-Hi, Damon?

It's Clover.

Just thought I'd call to see what's happening stateside.

-I don't know what's going on stateside, but I'm hanging out

at the mall.

So what's up with you, Clover?

-Oh!

Ugh!

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Oh, the usual.

My band The Spies is touring with Ricky Mathis.

We're just hanging out at our extravagant and glamorous

hotel in London right now.

-Whoa!

You're on tour with Ricky Mathis?

I had no idea you were even in a band!

-Oh yeah.

[girls giggling]

-I'm quite an accomplished guitarist.

-Wow, awesome!

Hey, like maybe when you get back we can get together and

you know, jam or something.

-I could probably squeeze you next week.

I'll let you know.

Bye!

-You must be The Spies.

-Spies!

That's ridiculous.

Who told you we were spies?

-Yes!

That's us, The Spies.

We rock.

[kiss]

-Well, I am Phil Jenkins, the tour manager.

Ricky's very anxious to meet you.

What do you say we head up to the penthouse?

[guitar playing]

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Great song.

-Thanks.

I just wrote it.

PHIL (OFFSCREEN): We're scheduled to record Ricky's

new song tomorrow morning.

I'm sure it's going to be his next big hit.

-We're sure it will be too.

We're thrilled to be touring with such

great musical talent.

-The feeling's mutual.

I just adore your early work.

-We have early work?

-Shh!

-Hey, you guys should come to the recording

studio and hang out.

It'll be a blast!

-Uh, sorry Ricky.

Your recording sessions are strictly off limits.

-Sounds like fun!

We'd love to go.

-Great.

Uh, OK everybody.

We don't want to keep those hungry fans waiting.

-Oopsie!

-Hmm.

That's weird.

Since when do CDs glow?

-So besides the fact that he has totally crazed fans and

glowing CDs, Ricky seems pretty normal to me.

Ow!

-Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

-Oh well, here goes nothing.

You ready, Clover?

Clover!

Clover, you are not supposed to be listening to music.

You are supposed to be playing it!

Besides, I took Ricky's CD for evidence.

-Too bad, 'cause I totally dig it.

It's really infectious.

[crowd cheering]

-Wow!

[music playing]

-Hey, we sound great!

-Yeah, that's because the music's prerecorded.

In case you haven't noticed, none of us are singing and

your guitars aren't even hooked up to amplifiers!

[music playing]

-Guess they won't be wanting an encore.

-Nice job lip syncing.

Took me forever to get it right.

-You lip sync, Ricky?

-I don't like to, but Phil insists that

I don't sing live.

I guess I can't argue with success.

[crowd cheering]

-So much for the theory about Ricky being normal.

The guy doesn't even sing!

-That's not the only thing that isn't normal.

Check that out, girls.

What do you say we go grab a spy's eye view?

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Good idea.

-Clover, you coming?

-Are you crazy?

I've got a killer view right here!

[crowd cheering]

-It's spy time!

[crowd cheering]

-Yeah, yeah, Mr. Sebastian.

Everything is a go for tomorrow's recording session.

And I've prepared the uh, special lyrics.

Unfortunately, Ricky invited those pesky

Spies to come along.

We'll have to keep tight security.

Huh?

Oh!

Uh, hey, hey girls!

What's wrong?

Uh, aren't you having fun?

[cheering silenced]

-Hey!

I think I've gone deaf!

-Actually, the booth is uh, sound proof.

The noise night after night gives me a, a headache.

I prefer just to watch.

[thunder]

SAM (OFFSCREEN): So, let's review.

Ricky's fans are nuts, his CDs glow, he doesn't sing, and his

manager sits in a sound-proof booth during his shows.

-Getting freaky!

What do you think, Clover?

-I think Ricky was incredible.

I mean, he's so talented.

I could just listen to him all night.

Must hear Ricky.

-Wow!

-OK, this is weird.

Maybe we should check it out with--

-Jerry!

-Hello, ladies.

I hope rock stardom hasn't gone to your heads.

-It hasn't so far.

But if we keep getting showered with roses it might.

-Oh those.

They were sent by one Damon Reynolds.

-Hey Clover!

The flowers are for you!

Damon sent them!

-Please.

Now that I'm involved with Ricky, I'm

like, so over Damon.

-Oh man, how deluded can you get?

Not to mention fickle!

So anyway Jerry, what can you tell us about a Mr. Sebastian?

-Hmm.

Says here he's the owner of Ricky Mathis' record label.

Apparently he used to be quite the successful guitar player

before he lost his arm in a freak pyrotechnics accident.

[screams]

-Now he's an eccentric recluse producer who lives on a remote

island off the coast of Brazuela.

-Ricky!

-So who's ready to go to my recording studio in Brazuela?

-Wow!

-Wow!

SAM (OFFSCREEN): So I wonder what was up with that strange

radio tower thing being strapped to the yacht?

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Well, Ricky says it's so they can

broadcast the concert live.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): I don't buy it.

Since when do you need guards to watch a satellite dish?

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): This is definitely the creepiest

recording studio I've ever seen.

[music playing]

-That was great, Ricky.

-Yeah, it was totally excellent!

-Ugh!

-Uh, uh now, why don't we lay down the lyrics?

-Ugh!

Erg!

RICKY (OFFSCREEN): I'm Ricky and I'm your master?

Follow me as I spread disaster?

Take over the government, do as I say?

I'll rule the world and you'll obey?

Uh Phil, I, I sort of didn't intend for the new song to be

so aggressive.

What happened to the lyrics I wrote?

-Ricky, trust me.

I, I, I know what I'm doing.

These new lyrics will give your song that hip, edgy feel

the kids are so wild about these days.

-OK.

I'd say those definitely fall under the

special lyrics category.

-All the lyrics Ricky sings are special.

-Maybe we should take this opportunity

to do a little spying.

-I'm right behind ya!

-I just love it when fashion has a purpose.

Oh!

Oh, uh, mmm!

[gasps]

-The secret laboratory's got to be around here somewhere.

-Oh!

-Nice work, Alex.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Yeah.

Any time.

[door closing]

[gasps]

-The new Ricky single is all finished.

SEBASTIAN (OFFSCREEN): Excellent.

MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): The frequency has been

successfully added.

-Good.

Now let's see the effects firsthand.

-I take it the guy with the scary hook is Sebastian.

-And I take it he doesn't play guitar much these days.

-Have a seat.

We want to know what you think of this new song.

[music playing]

-You're Ricky and you're my master.

I'll follow you as you spread disaster.

Take over the government, do as you say.

You'll rule the world and I'll obey.

-You're dismissed.

-You're Ricky and you're my master.

I'll follow you as you spread disaster.

-Did you see that?

It's like, it's like Ricky's song

!

-The frequency they were talking about must be some

kind of subliminal mind control device!

That would explain why Clover's been acting so crazy.

-Huh?

-Think about it.

Ricky's first song "Rock Legend" is

about rock star worship.

And what does it do?

It hypnotizes listeners into worshipping him!

They do whatever the lyrics tell them to!

-So that means if Ricky performs at the concert, the

fans'll do whatever the lyrics say!

-Shh!

[bang]

-Security!

We have intruders!

[screaming]

-Run!

-Nice gadget!

What was that?

A portable high-viscosity oil cannon?

-That was no gadget!

That was my favorite mousse!

Expensive too.

-You're Ricky and you're my master.

-Ugh!

-Quick!

We can scale down the wall.

[gasps]

-Oh!

-Ow!

-Oh, uh!

-So The Spies are really spies.

How totally lame and unimaginative.

-Don't blame us.

Jerry thought of it.

-Ugh!

-Unfortunately, you'll never have a chance to report what

you've learned.

Because in approximately 20 seconds, the only thing you'll

be interested in will be the worshipping of Ricky Mathis!

Which means that tonight you won't mind when I jam all the

radio, TV and internet signals around the globe.

Nor will it bother you when I take control of the world with

my newly-hypnotized slaves, because you'll be two of them.

Enjoy your last moments of free will.

[buzz]

[laughing]

[music playing]

-Great.

Now what are we gonna do?

-We can use those to get out!

-Aah!

-No, not like that.

Yee haw!

[loud music playing]

[glass breaking]

-Uh!

-Wow, this UPWATI is really great!

-Up-whaty?

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Don't start that again.

Now let's get to the concert before it's too late.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): I'm getting really sick

of this salt water!

It totally frizzes my hair!

-Hey!

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Aah!

-Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Psst!

Ricky!

-What are you guys doing here?

You're supposed to be out there playing.

-Well, we would be.

Except your good friends Phil and Sebastian decided to lock

us in a recording booth and use a hypnotic version of your

new song to try to turn us into zombies.

Alex, fill him in.

I've got to get to that radio tower.

-Now let's go watch the fireworks.

-OK.

How the heck am I gonna stop the broadcast?

-Sebastian planned on using my music to take over some

government?

-Actually he planned on using you to rule the world.

Weren't you paying attention?

-There he is!

[crowd shouting]

SEBASTIAN (OFFSCREEN): Where's Ricky?

He should have been playing by now.

This crowd is ready to start a riot!

PHIL (OFFSCREEN): We can't wait.

I'll start the music by remote.

-Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

Ricky!

[rumbling]

[crowd cheering]

-Oh no!

[crowd shouting]

-[gasps].

RICKY (OFFSCREEN): What do we do now?

-Looks like the only way out is up!

[crowd shouting]

-What the?

-That's it.

Time to get rid of those annoying spies

once and for all.

-Uh!

[gasps].

[shots firing]

-Uh!

[grunts].

-What's going on here?

-Uh!

-Somehow we've picked up the signal of Ricky's recording!

-That's not supposed to happen!

Quick, turn the monitors off!

-No.

Don't shut them off.

Ricky's music is so wonderful.

-Ah!

-You're Ricky and you're our master.

You're Ricky and you're our master.

[crash]

-You're Ricky and you're our master!

-Aah!

[explosions]

-Don't worry, girls.

We'll take over from here.

-You're Ricky and you're our master.

You're Ricky and you're our master.

Gee, thanks Jerry.

And not a minute too soon.

These vicious criminals were just about to force Ricky to

autograph their concert t-shirts.

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): I can't believe I

fell for Ricky Mathis.

I'm like, so embarrassed.

-Don't be so hard on yourself.

You just weren't thinking straight.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Yeah.

Luckily the effects of the music wore off and you're not

a mindless zombie groupie anymore.

-Hey Clover!

You're back!

Uh, did you get my flowers?

-Yeah.

I got them.

-So like, I was thinking, maybe we could get together

and you could tell me all about your tour with Ricky

Mathis?

-Sorry Damon.

After the whole tour experience, I'm

like, so over musicians.

[crow squawking]

-I'm so proud of you, Clover.

-Yeah, you've finally come to your senses.

-I just decided that it's really dumb to fall for every

guy with a guitar in his hands.

-Excuse me?

-Huh?

-Can anyone tell me where the music room is?

I'm new and [laughs]

I'm kinda lost.

-[gasps].

I'd be happy to take you to the music room.

-Oh!

-I guess this means she's back into musicians.

-Something tells me she never got over them.

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): In fact, if you don't have lunch plans,

you can buy me a non-fat latte.

And I'll give you a tour of the school.

[music playing]

[music playing]