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THEME SONG: Here we go again, on the road till we stop.

And then we'll shop.

So 1, 2, 3, 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, and get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

[knocking]

-And how may I help you?

-Let's see, well, for starters, you can hand over

all the cash you got in this dump.

[whooshing]

-Huh!

[alarms blaring]

-Nobody move!

-[coughing]

-Uh.

[zapping]

-(TOGETHER) Cheese!

[school bell rings]

[beep]

-Tadah!

-(TOGETHER) Huh!

-So what do you think?

-Well, your outfit is very bright.

-I'm hoping it will remind that hot, new transfer student

of his homeland.

-Where is he from again?

-Texas.

OK, here goes.

Huh?

-Wassup, Billy Bob?

If you're not too busy tomorrow night, maybe you'd

like to go line-dancing with me?

Beverly Hills style, that is.

-Well, that's mighty hospitable of you, Mandy.

I'd love to.

-Great.

I'll pick you up at 8 o'clock.

-How dare you steal my look!

-Puh-lease.

I was into Texas way before you.

-Cha!

Mandy practically invented the rhinestone.

-Totally.

-Besides, Billy's made up his mind.

-Ngh.

[girl shrieks]

[train horn blowing]

-That girl is a fashion thief.

And she is not going to get away with this.

[clatters]

-What the-- whoa, ah!

-Terrific!

The last thing I need right now is another--

-Ooh!

---stupid WOOHP's spy mission.

-Oh!

-What the--

---is this?

-Huh?

[zaps]

-Ah!

Ouch.

-What's this all about, Jerry?

-I think you, girls, know what this is all about.

[snaps fingers]

-(TOGETHER) Cheese!

-Is this some kind of sick joke?

That's not us robbing that bank.

-I am very disappointed in you, girls.

[sighs]

Throw these girls into the electromagnetic holding cell

until we get a chance to reprogram them.

-What do you mean "reprogram"?

-We're going to implant behavioral modification chips

into your brains.

You'll never have another aggressive thought

as long as you live.

-Uh!

No, you guys, don't--

-Get your hands off me!

-Jerry, help us!

-Sorry, girls.

It's out of my hands.

-These gaudy electromagnetic boots are so cyber-repulsive!

[thunks]

-Not as repulsive as getting microchips

implanted into our skulls.

[tapping]

-We got to bust out of here and find those cheap knock-off

bank robbers, so we can clear our names!

-Good luck.

-Hang on, I got a plan.

-Hey, what gives?

[zaps]

[shrieks]

-Wow, you short-circuited the boots!

I can move my feet again.

-Great.

But we're still stuck in this cell.

-Not for long.

-Ah!

Uh!

Huh?

Aah!

[crash]

-Bet Mandy's shoes wouldn't do that.

-They're escaping.

Code 9!

Code 9!

JERRY (OFFSCREEN): Catch them so I can implant the

microchips into their skulls!

-In here!

[alarm buzzing]

-Quick!

Grab whatever you can.

We're going to need all the help we can get.

-Yeah!

(GIRLS SHRIEK)

-Just relax, girls.

It will all be over with soon.

-Now!

[blasts]

-Ungh!

Whoa!

-Huh-ah!

-How are we going to lose them?

-Time to fly, girls!

[rushing footsteps]

-How do I make this thing go?

I can't even set my digital watch.

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Just do something.

[chopper blades whirring]

[girls shriek]

-Ungh!

[glass shatters]

[girls shriek]

-Whoa!

Oh!

[chopper blades whirring]

-Uh, I can't believe Jerry almost microwaved my brain.

-We better get out of the air.

We stick out like a sore thumb.

Put it down next to that warehouse.

[crash]

[girls shriek]

-I said, "next to the warehouse."

-(NASAL TONE) Something reeks here.

And I don't mean Alex's flying skills.

-Oh, gross!

There's our culprit.

-Whoa, look!

My hair clip is--

-Ooh!

---is actually a high-tech Frisbee.

-That's no Frisbee.

It's a mini-satellite.

We can use this to link to WOOHP's

mainframe computer system.

-Maybe we can get a closer look at the surveillance

footage Jerry showed us.

[beeps]

-Huh?

-We're in.

-Wait, go back.

Watch the Clover impostor.

[electronic beeps]

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): She left a shred of my shirt-- oh, I

mean, her shirt on that cactus.

Maybe it's still there.

-Too bad were not allowed in that bank.

-Maybe there's a way to get inside the bank without

raising suspicion.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): So much for not raising suspicions.

-Just act confident.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): That's easy for you to say, you're not

dressed like a waiter.

SAMMY (OFFSCREEN): You're not a waiter.

You're our driver.

Just look for the shirt piece.

-Huh?

Whoa!

Hello, Sir, Madam.

Can I help you with something?

-Ooh.

We're just looking at your lovely financial place to

decide if we want to deposit all of our stocks and

municipal things here.

[giggles]

-You look very familiar.

Uh, have we met before?

-(LOW PITCH VOICE) Uh, that would be quite impossible.

You see, we just moved here from, um, Ss--

Swedenavia.

-Swedenavia?

-Oh, yes.

Very small country.

Very cold.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Yes!

I found it!

BANKER (OFFSCREEN): Ff-- found what?

I'm sorry, found what?

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Oh!

[giggles]

Our driver seemed to have found the

lost keys to our limo.

-(LOW PITCH) Uh, yes.

We simply must going now.

The country club awaits.

So ta-ta!

-Sir, you forgot your--

mustache?

Wait a second.

They were the bank robbers.

SAMMY (OFFSCREEN): This is weird.

It almost feels like flesh.

[buzzing]

SAMMY (OFFSCREEN): Look!

The fabric contains traces of human DNA.

No wonder it feels like flesh.

-Why would someone wear a shirt made out of flesh?

I can't imagine that would breathe very

well in warm weather.

-Huh?

-Look, she didn't rip her shirt.

She ripped her skin.

-Eww.

-There's something else here in writing.

SAMMY (OFFSCREEN): RepliTech Industries.

What does that mean?

-Let's check out the WOOHP database.

Apparently, they're the medical lab that created this

creepy material.

-I think it's time we pay RepliTech a visit.

Uh, I'll drive.

-Ugh.

[chopper blades whirring]

-I better cloak the Heli-Jet so we can make a stealthy

landing on the roof.

[girls shriek]

-Whoa!

Whoa!

Oh!

-Whoops.

I mean--

-Wow!

Now, that's impressive.

-Check it out.

Some sort of force field.

SAMMY (OFFSCREEN): Whatever it is, those birds didn't set off

the alarms.

Must be set to detect any metal that breaks its field.

-How are we going to investigate the building

without giving ourselves away?

[sighs]

Why do I always get the cruddy jobs?

Oh!

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): We're getting a picture.

OK, eww!

What is that?

It looks like someone's farming humans.

-Aah!

Bring me up!

Bring me up!

Whoa!

Oh!

Oh!

-What's wrong with Alex?

[girls shriek]

[blasts]

-We got company.

[blasts]

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Hello?

Girl on a rope down here.

Whoa!

Pull me up!

Whoa!

Oh!

[screams]

[blast]

-[screams]

[beeps]

-[screams]

Ungh.

-Need a lift?

-No.

I need a barf bag.

[gunfire]

[girls shriek]

SAMMY (OFFSCREEN): Whew!

That was close.

-Close?

Hello!

In case no one noticed, I just got tossed around

like a human yo-yo.

Not to mention getting grabbed by-- what's this?

-It looks like a fingernail.

-I have a hunch.

Use the Compowder to check its composition.

[buzz]

-It's made of the same substance

as the skin we found.

But get this, the DNA matches Clover's DNA.

-OK, no way!

I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that cheesy Sea Foam

nail polish.

-(TOGETHER) The intruders have escaped, sir.

-So the spies are on to me.

I underestimated them.

It won't happen again.

-So what's the connection between the DNA, the robbery,

and RepliTech.

-I don't know.

But I hope we figure it out soon.

The prospect of spending another minute in this

disgusting warehouse is like--

[crash]

[girls shriek]

-WOOHP must have tracked us.

-Give it up, girls.

We have the place surrounded.

-Scatter!

Quick!

-Keep a tight perimeter.

Don't let them get away!

-Whew!

What the-- uh!

SAMMY (OFFSCREEN): Psst!

-Hm?

Sammy, you made it.

Have you seen Clover?

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Right here.

[static]

-Are you feeling all right?

-Of course.

-What now?

-We have to get back to RepliTech and figure out what

is going on before Jerry turns us into vegetables.

-But how are we going to break into RepliTech?

That place has tighter security than Fort Knox!

[whooshing]

-Huh?

-Huh!

-I can get us in.

I mean--

[static]

-Huh!

---I think I saw a secret entrance in the forest.

-Huh?

-OK.

It's worth a shot.

-How are we going to get back to the island?

The Heli-Jet is swarming with WOOHP agents.

-Leave it to me.

-They must have slipped past us.

Pull our agents out.

Hah!

[sighs]

Where is my jet?

-You don't think Jerry will miss this, do you?

-Oh, Clover.

It looks like you chipped your nail.

-Oh, must have happened when the warehouse collapsed.

[chuckles]

-What exactly are we looking for?

-I know I spotted some sort of hidden

entrance around here somewhere.

-I don't know how you could have spotted anything in this

dense forest.

[girls shriek]

-OK.

So, I guess, you were right about the secret entrance.

Hey, wait a second.

I thought you said you wouldn't be caught dead

wearing cheesy Sea Foam nail polish?

-That's ridiculous!

I love Sea Foam nail polish.

Love it.

(VOICE FLUCTUATES) Sea Foam, Sea Foam, love it, Sea Foam.

-OK.

Take it easy.

I like Sea Foam, too.

[boom]

-Huh!

What the-- let me go!

You phony!

-Uh!

Uh!

Who--

what are you?

-Impressive--

-Huh!

---aren't they?

I made them myself.

Nurtured them since they were little more

than strands of DNA.

Incredible likeness, don't you think?

-And to think that Clover was upset when

Mandy stole her look.

Now, that's really stealing her look.

-Wait a second.

You look familiar.

-[gasping]

Yah!

Ugh!

Aargh!

-Uh!

-Aargh!

-Macker the Safecracker.

It took my hair a year to grow back after that mission.

-As you can see, that fall took its toll on me.

After I escaped from prison, I created those clones using DNA

from your hair.

Now, I will destroy your lives the way you

tried to destroy mine.

I will now use my army of clones to rob the central bank

and every country in the world at the exact same moment.

Of course, everyone will think you, girls,

perpetrated the crimes.

-Yeah, like, you'll actually get away with that.

-Watch me!

To your planes, girls!

If you'll excuse me, I must get to my command

center in the Alps.

Take them away!

[laughs diabolically]

-Hm?

-Clover, you're alive!

-Yeah, me and 100 cheap knock-off Clovers.

Did you see those things up there?

-Totally.

That's why we've got to get out of here and stop Macker.

-But how?

No!

[whirring motor]

-Good thing I've decided to go with diamond-chipped

spurs, after all.

-Let's get to the Alps before it's too late.

There's Macker.

Looks like he's using the transmitter

to control the clones.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): How are we going to take out the

transmitter?

-We'll have to figure out something, and fast.

It's already started.

-Get into position, ladies.

It's almost time.

[tires screeching]

-Uh!

-Ugh!

-Yow!

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): OK.

So maybe you have our looks.

Let's see if you have our moves.

[blasts]

[whoosh]

[blasts]

-Yay!

[clones shriek]

[splash]

-Wha-

-Aaah!

Ugh!

Ouch!

-Ugh!

-Huh!

Hey!

-[shrieks]

-Whew!

-Now is the time, girls!

[static]

-What's going on?

Why aren't you robbing the banks?

What do you think you--

-Huh!

---are doing to my beloved clones?

-Whoa, yaa!

-Whoa!

-Ow!

Let go my hair!

-Aargh!

-Whoa.

[chopper blades whirring]

-Hm?

-Girls!

Girls!

Wait!

[girls shriek]

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Get away from us, Jerry!

-Girls, it's OK.

We realized that you were only trying, whoa-hoh, to clear

your names.

-Oh, I guess, we're lucky you figured it out before you gave

us lobotomies!

-I hope you, girls, will accept my sincerest apology.

-(TOGETHER) Apology?

-You'll be collecting your pension by the time you're

done making this up to us.

-Uh!

Nah-- snowball!

Look, girl-- wait, list--

I'm sorry.

-Now, that we've taken care of those stupid clones, it's time

we went back to Billy Bob and expose Mandy for the thief

that she is.

-Thief?

Don't you think that's kind of harsh?

-Well, that's what she is.

But she won't have a chance to steal this new outfit.

-Um, I don't know how to break this to you, Clover, but--

-Oh, pooh!

That must be where I got my design ideas.

I guess Mandy is not a thief after all.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think

I owe her an apology.

[footsteps approaching]

-Huh!

You thief!

Uh!

-Huh?

Billy Bob?

-Oh, hey, girls!

I'd like you to meet my new steady gal, Alpha.

Isn't she so original?

[quacking]

-Steady gal?

But, Billy Bob, I just designed this

new outfit for you.

-Hoh, uh, honestly, I've never really liked that whole

cowgirl look.

That's why I left Texas.

-This is so your fault!

-Whatever.

You need to hire a new stylist.

-You have no original idea!

-Whoa!

Why don't you not shop where I shop?

-Or do you not make it your deal--

-Get over yourself for once!

-OK--

[interposing voices]

-Hi, I'm going to look like Mandy, every day.

[theme music]

[theme music]