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THEME SONG: Here we go, we're getting 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," so get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

-Oh, yeah!

Oh, boy!

Great.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Oh, excellent.

So good!

[screaming]

-Oh, my hair.

[screaming]

-Clover, where are you taking us?

SAM (OFFSCREEN): [sigh]

Last time she did this, we ended up at the body piercing

hut, remember?

-That's right.

It took us four hours to convince her that a lip ring

wasn't going to enhance her natural beauty.

-Relax, girls.

This surprise is totally piercing free.

Now, take off your blindfolds.

Ta-da!

-Huh?

The Groovy Smoothie Shack?

-I don't get it, Clover.

Are you thirsty or something?

-No, I'm here to sign up for the Miss Groovy Smoothie

beauty contest, and you're here to support me.

-Huh?

A food court beauty contest?

You're kidding, right?

I mean, you know beauty's only skin deep.

-Of course!

I'm not kidding.

And judging by the competition, I'd say I'm a

shoe-in for victory.

-Um, not so fast, Clover.

This is my competition, and mine alone.

Nothing or no one is going to stop me from becoming Miss

Groovy Smoothie and launching my modeling career.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

[gasps]

-Is that a fact?

-Yes, it is.

Because everyone who's ever won this contest has gone on

to bigger and better things.

And I intend to join them, thank you, very much.

Now why don't you and those cheap shoes of

yours just step off?

Mm, hm, hm, hm.

-The only thing that's cheap around here is your pathetic

attempt at trying to get me to back down.

Now out of my way.

Come on, girls.

Let's go plan my victory party.

-As if!

-Can you believe the nerve of that girl?

-Tell me about it.

I mean, how dare she accuse you of wearing cut rate shoes?

I say, we ditch the mall, grab a mani-pedi, and forget about

boring old Mandy.

-Deal.

Agh!

Ugh!

-I don't remember the parking structure

being quite this dark.

-Uh, Alex, something tells me we're not at the mall anymore.

[horn]

[screams]

-Hello, ladies.

-Jerry, should have known.

-Nice to see you, too.

Now, allow me to brief you about your new mission.

-So much for that mani-pedi.

-We've just been informed that approximately a dozen models

from all over the world have literally been stolen within

the last 24 hours.

-What do you mean, stolen?

-We're currently en route to New York, where you three will

go on the cover as journalists at Fashion Week.

A hugely important industry event, where you'll have

access to everyone who's anyone in the world of

modeling.

-And you want us to see what we can find out about the

abductions?

-Precisely.

And now, for the gadgets.

-Huh?

-This time you'll be utilizing the magnet spring-loaded

bungee belt in faux snakeskin, the alter-inflatable nylon

tech vest, a pair of hologram projecting mood rings, the

titanium drill-healed boot for impromptu tunneling.

And last, but not least, the M-ray contact lens in

aquamarine.

-M-ray?

-For seeing through metal.

Now, goodbye, and good luck, spies.

I'll be in touch.

[screams]

-I've heard of fashion police, but this is ridiculous.

-Must be because of the abductions.

[crowd commotion]

-Ooh!

-Man, talk about a mob scene.

-Everyone's here to see the new model phenom, Gazelle.

-Gazelle?

-She arrived on the scene practically overnight.

And the witch is already getting all of the available

modeling work.

That means me and the rest of the supermodels are pretty

much out of luck.

[gasps]

SAM (OFFSCREEN): I think we need a better view.

[crowd acclaims]

GIRL (OFFSCREEN): That's her!

-Wow!

GIRL (OFFSCREEN): Big smile.

-I've never seen anyone so--

so perfect.

It's unbelievable.

-Better keep an eye on her, Alex.

-Right.

[gasp]

-What's she doing?

-Taking off her gloves.

Huh?

Now that's odd.

-What?

-The skin on her arms and hands, it's all sorts of

different colors.

-Different colors?

As in her tanning bed's on the fritz?

-Different colors as in the Bride of Frankenstein.

Maybe she's not so perfect, after all.

How about we go backstage for a closer look?

-Now remember, we're supposed to be journalists, so act

professional.

-Ew!

Nast!

-Not exactly the professional demeanor I

had in mind, Clover.

Hi, Gazelle, I'm Sam, from "Trend of the Moment

Magazine." I just wanted to tell you how much

I enjoyed the show.

-Thanks, but the truth is I owe everything to my agency.

Really, I wouldn't exist without them.

-Yes.

And we wouldn't exist without her.

I'm Helmet, from Picture Perfect.

I represent Gazelle.

She single-handedly put our agency on the map.

-You're a modeling agent?

-That's right.

-So you'd know if I had what it takes to be a model?

-Ugh!

-My philosophy is that everyone has something about

them that's perfect.

In your case, it's your legs.

-So you're saying I'm model material?

-Sorry, not quite.

Come on, Gazelle, you need your beauty rest.

-Hm?

Gazelle, wait, you drop your--

[gasp]

--ear?

Ugh!

[moaning]

-I've sent the ear to WHOOP for analysis.

Our next move is to investigate Picture Perfect.

-Picture Perfect, please!

I mean, what kind of pathetic agency are they, anyway?

Take that Helmet guy, for instance, he

calls himself an agent?

He wouldn't know a model if she sashayed right into him.

-Come again?

-No matter what Helmet says, I know I'm model material.

[knocking]

MAN (OFFSCREEN): Special delivery.

-Huh?

-Uh, it's from the Groovy Smoothie Shack.

-It says I'm a finalist in the Miss Groovy

Smoothie beauty contest.

Ha, ha!

This proves it, I'm am model material!

-Oh!

-Ouch!

-Are you OK?

-Oh, I'm fine.

It's just a scratch.

-Oh good.

We wouldn't want anything to happen to our favorite

potential beauty queen.

[helicopter sounds]

[screams]

-Clover!

-Hey!

You're stretching out my perfect legs.

[screams]

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): They're trying to shake us off!

[screams]

-Ow!

OK.

That was a little too close for comfort.

-Speaking of comfort, you want to get me out of this thing?

[gasp]

Huh?

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Help me!

-Quick, look inside the helicopter and see if there

are any clues.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): [gasp]

The pilot has the Picture Perfect logo on his jacket.

-We'd better call Jerry.

-Hello, ladies.

How's the Big Apple?

-Rotten, Jerry.

Clover's been kidnapped.

-Oh dear.

That's the second time this month.

-What do you know about the Picture

Perfect Modeling Agency?

JERRY (OFFSCREEN): Well, let's see.

Apparently it's run by an ex-model named Tuesday Tate.

Their headquarters are in Sydney, Australia.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Uh, we're journalists from Trend of the

Moment, here to see Tuesday Tate.

[gasp]

-You aren't on Miss Tate's schedule.

I'm afraid you'll have to leave.

-He, he.

Agh!

Ugh!

Is it me, or is there something very familiar about

that woman?

-Not to mention something very rude.

Looks like we're going to have to enter Picture

Perfect the hard way.

Never underestimate the power of a good accessory.

[grunts]

-Ugh, ha!

-Wow!

Looks more like some kind of high tech clinic than a

modeling agency.

[gasps]

SAM (OFFSCREEN): I wonder what's in here?

-Hey, check that out.

Those are both Gazelle?

Man, talk about a split personality.

-Jackpot!

Gazelle's donors, Stacey, Amy, Anna, Kelly, Gretchen.

Sam here.

-Hello, ladies.

I thought you'd be interested to know that the ear that you

sent me belongs to a model who was abducted last week.

Her name is Gretchen.

-[gasp]

Sam, that's--

that's one of the names on the donor list.

-Donor list?

-I know what it seems like, Alex, but

how could it be possible?

TUESDAY TATE (OFFSCREEN): Ahem.

Can I help you, ladies?

-Um, yes.

Yes you can.

We're journalists from Trend of the Moment, and--

-And we're here to interview you.

-OK.

But you'll have to make it snappy.

I'm leaving soon for a model search in New Zealand.

-So, uh, I hear you used to be a model, Miss Tate.

Why did you quit?

-I injured my leg at a photo shoot two years ago.

It was a circus theme, and I was to play the

role of lion tamer.

Unfortunately, the lion tamed me.

Now I have this.

-S-- so why don't you tell us about Picture Perfect, and how

it is that you've achieved this sudden success?

[phone ringing]

-Tuesday speaking.

Oh, I see.

Would you ladies mind moving to the waiting room down the

hall, while I take this call?

-No, not at all.

-No problem.

-Those two are definitely trouble.

-Well, then, we'd better eliminate them.

[alarm sounding]

-Uh, oh!

-I'd say our interview's just been cut short.

-We'd better find Clover before it's too late.

-Get them.

-Ugh!

-Argh!

-We have to get to that restricted

area we found earlier.

-It's got be around here somewhere.

[screams]

-Clover!

What happened to you?

-Picture Perfect steals body parts.

That's how they created Gazelle.

Right now, there's someone else out there running around

with my perfect legs.

[gasps]

-Don't worry, we're going to get all you out of here.

TUESDAY TATE (OFFSCREEN): I wouldn't be

so sure about that.

We can't just let you leave and risk you telling the world

about our little secret.

[grunts]

-Why are you doing this?

Leave me alone!

[chuckling]

it's simple, really.

I want to create an army of perfect models, so that I

could dominate the industry that destroyed my career.

-Couldn't you just steal yourself a new leg, instead?

I mean, it seems like a lot less trouble.

-Hm, you've got a point.

But, somehow my evil revenge plan just sounds

like a lot more fun.

-Well it'll never work!

-Perhaps you'll feel a little differently after my

demonstration, darling.

-Hey, those are my legs.

-Correction, they were your legs.

Now they belong to Picture Perfect, just like your

friends' body parts are about to.

-Prepare to be modelized.

-Agh!

[grunts]

Agh!

[gasp]

[beeping]

[screams]

[gasp]

[screaming]

-Agh!

-And I thought I had it bad.

-Now, since I'll be getting plenty of new donors from all

around the world at the Auckland Convention Center,

I'm quite ready to dispose of you.

-Dispose of us?

-[chuckling]

Yes.

We're going to dump you in the ocean, where you'll join a

school of ferocious man-eating sharks--

for lunch.

[gasps]

-I don't know about you, girls, but I'm not ready to be

fish food quite yet.

-Me neither, even if I do look like a science

experiment gone bad.

-Trust me, we'll be out of here in no time.

-Fine, I'll trust you.

Just promise me you'll stop smiling, because your braces

are blinding me!

[laser cutting metal]

[gasp]

-Ugh!

Ugh!

[screams]

-Nice going, Sam.

What's our next move?

-Since we can't get into the cockpit, I'll get the pilot to

come to us.

Just be ready for him.

-Agh!

Ooh!

-Good work, Red!

-Right back, at you!

Now all we have to do is get to New

Zealand and stop Tuesday.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): That's a great idea,

except for one thing.

Now that you've knocked the pilot unconscious who's going

to fly the plane?

[gasps]

-OK.

Why am I doing this?

-Because the pedals are really hard to press, and you're the

one with the, um, stout, powerful legs.

-Ah, right.

-Oh, that skin, it's magnificent.

We can definitely use you.

-I'd say your toes are among the loveliest

specimens I've ever seen.

You're Picture Perfect material, for sure.

-Now why don't you step inside the modeliz--

uh, I mean, the photo booth, so we can take

some pictures of you?

-That should be plenty.

In a matter of minutes, we'll have ourselves an army of

Picture Perfect models.

[beeping]

[screaming]

-Oh, my god!

-Help!

-What the?

[screams]

-Whoa!

-Whoa!

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Way to go, Clover!

-All in a day's work.

Uh, guys, I think we've got trouble.

-We've got to get them out of the modelizer, before they end

up pieced together like us.

-It's locked.

-Don't worry.

I'll find Tuesday, and her key.

There she is, on the other side of the Convention Center

with Helmet.

-Huh!

Ugh!

Ah!

-Huh?

-Ugh!

-Well, then, we'd better get moving.

-Huh!

[grunts]

-Hiya!

-Ugh!

Ooh!

-Got you!

-Argh!

-Hiya!

-Ooha!

Ooh!

-Now hand over the key to the modelizing machine.

-You want the key?

Go get it.

[clinking]

-Great!

This is going to be like trying to find a nail file in

a hay stack.

-Well, you'd better hurry.

Because once the modelizing process is complete, it'll be

irreversible.

Just a new feature I've added to the machine.

-What are you doing?

-Trying to locate the key with the

com-powder fingerprint scanner.

Bingo!

Now let's get back to the girls.

-What about these two?

-Don't worry, we'll take care of them.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): So you're sure about this?

You're definitely dropping out?

-Absolutely.

I thought it over and I've decided that I've had enough

modeling and beauty contests for one lifetime.

The whole scene's just way too evil.

Besides, ever since I got my legs back, I remember how

gorgeous I truly am.

I don't need anyone else's validation.

-I always knew you were beautiful and smart.

MAN (OFFSCREEN): Well, that's too bad, because

you would have won.

[gasp]

-But, since you dropped out, I'll be awarding the first to

runner up your $25,000 cash, and your brand new convertible

sports car.

Congratulations, Mandy!

-Thank you, thank you one and all.

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): $25,000?

Wait, I was only kidding.

It was a joke.

I want to be Miss Groovy Smoothie!

-Oh, well.

So much for Clover thinking the whole scene is evil.

[clover crying]

[theme music]