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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.
[panting]
GLADIATOR (OFFSCREEN): Get him!
Give it up.
Prepare to meet your demise.
-Give up!
[grunts]
-Hiya!
Ugh!
-Argh!
-Wah!
[panting]
-Wah!
Ugh!
Huh?
-Agh!
-Argh!
[cheering]
[tires squealing]
-Agh!
Look at that!
We made it to school in record time!
-Think of how much more time we could've saved if those
pedestrians would have just stayed off the sidewalks.
[motorcycle approaching]
-Huh?
Cool!
[gasp]
-Cool motorcycle.
Who's the intense biker babe?
-That must be Donna Ramone.
I heard she was just released from juvie.
-Looks more like she escaped from juvie.
-Come on, guys, I'm sure she's perfectly nice.
-Hi, I'm Alex.
I don't think we've met.
Oops.
-[growling]
You know what happened to the last person
who touched my ride?
Let's just say she eats her dinner through
a straw these days.
-Ha, ha.
What a coincidence.
I like protein shakes, too.
[school bell ringing]
-Uh, gee, look, there goes the bell.
See you around.
[growling]
[gasp]
-Huh?
[spectator noise]
-Ugh!
Ooh!
-Argh!
Agh!
[growling]
-Oops, sorry.
[whistle blowing]
Huh?
Maybe I'll just use the entrance at the other end of
the school.
Ugh, what a stressful day.
I hope I never see that thug again.
At least they're serving my favorite lunch, today, soy
cheese pizza.
-I'll take that.
-Hey, give me my pizza back.
-Not a chance.
Way I figure, you owe me lunch money for a year after what
happened today.
-Alex, you're not going let her extort you like that.
-Yeah.
Stand up for yourself.
-Uh, I--
I'm not going to pay.
In fact, I want my pizza back.
-Agh!
[growling]
-On second thought, you can keep the pizza.
-I'm going to turn you into my own personal hand puppet.
[chanting]
Fight.
Fight.
Fight.
-Agh!
-Teacher!
-You're lucky, for now.
But tomorrow at 3 o'clock, your dead meat.
[gasp]
-You hear that?
I'm dead meat.
-Don't sweat it, Alex.
I'm sure this will all blow over.
-Well, when it does, give me a call.
Until then, I'll be at the North Pole.
[screams]
-Ugh!
-Can I offer you girls a sandwich?
-No thanks, we just ate.
-Some of us did.
-Have you ever heard of a television show called
"Fight?"
-You mean that wrestling show that takes
place on the island?
-That's the one.
"Fight," Fear Island Gladiator Habitat, Fight.
-I love that show.
What's up?
JERRY (OFFSCREEN): Well, it seems that what's up is, one
of the contestants, an Olympic decathlete named Reggie
Willis, hasn't been heard from since losing on
the show last week.
-I wouldn't mind getting lost with him.
He's hot!
-Yes, well, in addition to being hot, he's also supposed
to represent the United States in the Olympic games next
month, which brings us to your mission.
I want you girls to go undercover on "Fight" to find
out what happened to him.
-Undercover in what capacity?
-As contestants, of course.
-I was afraid he'd say that.
-And now for your gadgets.
Zip-line bracelets, parachute belts, mini ski aerobic
sneakers, laser heat hairdryers, buzz saw
wristwatches, and lip balm smoke bombs.
-Ooh, I could use a little lip relief.
[whoosh]
[screams]
-Enjoy the mission, girls.
-This is Fear Island?
I don't see anything scary about it.
[horn honking]
Ya! - I stand corrected.
-Bench King's the name.
Promoting human combat is my game.
You must be our new contestants.
-That's right.
I'm Sam, and this is Clover and Alex.
-Terrific!
Let me give you the grand tour.
"Fight" is an international sensation.
It's seen in every nation of the world.
Every terrain of the world is represented on my island.
Fight has the most fantastic playing field in any sport
ever conceived.
-This is remarkable.
[beep]
-Arnold, has Donna cooled down yet?
Did she call off the fight?
-Are you kidding?
Things are just starting to heat up.
Smart money's on Donna, but you're an
attractive long shot.
[moan]
-So, Mr. King, um, have you heard about the disappearance
of Reggie Willis?
-Probably afraid to show his face in public, after his
brutal defeat at the hands of my merciless gladiators.
-Brutal?
Merciless?
Are--are you saying that the fighting on your show is real?
-Oh, of course not.
It's just showbiz!
All of our action is choreographed,
and safety is a premium.
[choking]
-Hit the dressing room, ladies.
Suit up and meet me on stage.
The show starts in an hour.
-And I thought Sam's driving was bad.
ALEX (OFFSCREEN): What is this, a wedgy suit?
[crowd yelling]
-Tell me about it.
No wonder everybody on this island wants to fight.
-Now, let's meet the contestants.
[crowd cheering]
-The lovely, Sam, Alex, and Clover will risk life and limb
to try and win this!
The coveted Fight Belt!
-Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!
Woo, woo!
KING (OFFSCREEN): But first, they have to make it past my
highly trained, hand-picked international gladiators.
[crowd cheering]
-Are you ready?
[crowd cheering]
-On your mark, girls.
Get set.
Release the wolves!
[crowd cheering]
[wolves growling]
-Wolves?
[screams]
-Pick up the pace, girls.
Those wolves look awfully hungry, and
we look like lunch!
[panting]
-Please!
King said, this all just showbiz.
These pups wouldn't hurt a fly.
[wolves growling]
-Huh?
[wolves growling]
-Help!
Apparently no one told the wolves it's only showbiz!
-Great!
What now?
-Climb up.
[wolves barking]
-Oomph!
Ugh!
Huh?
-Is there still time to throw ourselves to the wolves?
-Argh!
Ugh!
[growling]
-Ugh!
Hiya!
Get off my back!
Ugh!
-Hiya!
[gasp]
[screams]
-Ugh!
Agh!
-Yay!
-Woo, woo, woo, woo!
-Oh, great.
The one day I forget to use moisture wear eyeliner!
-Over there!
[crowd cheering]
-Huh?
What do I have to do to get rid of these guys?
Get your hands off me!
I'm not your prom date.
-Ugh!
Argh!
-Uh-oh!
Ugh!
See you next fall!
[screams]
[crowd cheering]
[growling]
-Ugh!
I hope this outfit isn't dry clean only.
Hm?
Hello, what do we have here?
Huh?
-Wow!
This island has everything except a mall.
-There she is!
[growling]
-Agh!
[grunts]
-Agh!
-Give it up, sweetheart.
-Not a chance.
-Hiya!
-Ugh!
Don't these beefcakes ever take a break?
A sewer in an ancient city?
Oh well, never look a gift horse in the mouth.
[grunts]
-How's the mission going?
-Just great, if you're into running for your life from
homicidal gladiators.
-Bad news.
It turns out several more athletes who competed on
"Fight" have seemingly vanished.
-That's not hard to imagine.
Got to go.
[grunts]
[panting]
[grunts]
[whip cracking]
-What the--
-Seize them!
[growling]
-Ugh!
Ugh!
-I'd give my entire shoe collection for some relief
from this heat!
Ew, oh!
Oooh!
Ouch!
Oh, not exactly what I had in mind.
[crowd cheering]
[screams]
-Yay!
Whoa!
Ugh!
Argh!
-Mind if I borrow this?
[crowd cheering]
-Help, I'm drowning!
-Why do I have to be such a nice person?
Ugh!
[grunts]
-Huh?
What's this gaudy thing?
-This is the farthest anyone's ever made it!
-Who are these girls?
[gasp]
-Sammy!
-Alex!
-Yay!
-You're alive!
-Just barely.
The island's crawling with those muscle heads.
-Ugh!
-Hiya!
-Ow!
-Clover?
-You can get off me any time now.
SAM (OFFSCREEN): I got a hunch that Reggie
never left the island.
Not alive, at least.
-Well, the quicker we find out what happened to Reggie, the
quicker we can get ourselves off this island.
-Maybe the underground captives can
give us some answers.
I saw them in the sewer when I was running from the
gladiators.
Weird, huh?
-Come to think of it, I saw something weird, too.
A satellite was following me down by the river.
And then, suddenly, it disappeared.
-Does this qualify as weird?
It came off one of the gladiators.
Looks like some kind of electronic collar.
-Prisoners, a satellite, an electronic collar?
King is definitely up to something.
-I think it's time to talk to the prisoners.
They're the only people on this island who haven't tried
to destroy us.
Huh, ugh!
-Agh!
-Agh!
CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): For being glamorous international spies,
we spend an awful lot of time creepy
through stinking sewers!
ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Wait a second,
these people look familiar.
That's because they're professional athletes, and
probably former Fight contestants.
-And now King is keeping them here to work on his island.
We've got to save them.
-Great!
Who's going to save us?
-I've got to hand it to you, girls, you've got the moves,
you've got the skills.
You've made it further than any other contestant on
"Fight." But most importantly, the audience loves you.
-Excuse us if we don't seem appreciative of your
compliments.
-That's OK.
You can show your appreciation by working as
warriors on my island.
And once I whip you into shape, I think you'll make
fine gladiators.
-Uh, as if!
-You must be out of your mind if you think you're going to
turn us into gladiators.
-Oh, I'm not.
But my temperament collars will.
-Huh?
-I can control the moods of every gladiator on the island
with a remote control.
I can make my gladiators as docile as kitties, or as
vicious as cornered pit bulls.
-And you do it all from the comfort and
safety of your studio.
You never even have to get your hands dirty.
-That's the idea!
Fit them with the collars.
I need to check our ratings.
-Ugh!
Ooh!
[growling]
[grunts]
SAM (OFFSCREEN): Reggie!
-Huh?
-I don't know how to repay you.
You saved my life when you fished me out of that frozen
lake and pulled my collar off.
-That was you?
There's no need to repay me.
But FYI, I like foreign movies,
white roses, and chocolate.
-Hiya!
-Ooh!
Hiya!
-Rude way to show your appreciation, Sam.
-It's her collar.
It's been activated.
-You'll never capture the Fight Belt!
We gladiators will never allow it!
-We've got to save Sam.
-How can we while she's under the power of that collar?
She's got that crazy look in her eyes, like when there's a
half off sale at the mall.
-If we can't take off to collar, maybe we can block
King's signal, if we could only find the origin.
-Wait a second.
Maybe the signal has something to do with that satellite.
-I've seen the satellite, too.
It's worth a shot.
[crowd cheering]
-This isn't right.
They're supposed to have collars on.
Let's see how they do against my gladiators now.
-There it is!
How are we going to take out the satellite with those super
gladiators out there?
-If we could just get past them.
Maybe we could scale the cliff.
-If we only had a decoy.
-Oh, why am I always the decoy?
Hey, knuckleheads!
Here I am!
Think you can catch me?
KING (OFFSCREEN): Stop her!
[crowd cheering]
-No one wins on my show.
My gladiators are unbeatable!
I'm unbeatable!
-Huh?
-Look out!
It's King!
-Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!
Woo, woo!
[crowd cheering]
-Agh!
Sam, you look tense.
What do you say I take that collar off and--and give you a
nice relaxing massage?
[growling]
-Agh!
-Hiya!
-Nice shot!
Too bad rock throwing isn't an Olympic event.
You'd win the gold, for sure.
-Argh!
Uh, Sam, don't do it.
Don't you remember me?
I'm Alex.
We're best friends.
-Huh?
We were best friends.
-Ugh!
Agh!
-You'll never get the belt.
No one beats me!
Gah!
Hiya!
-Reggie!
-Hey, King, your gladiators are the biggest wimps I've
ever fought.
And I'm going to win that belt.
-Hiya!
-Reggie, watch out!
-Hiya!
-No!
-Huh?
-Help!
-[gasp]
Alex, what are you doing?
-What am I doing?
What are you doing?
Pull me in!
-No!
My gladiators!
-You did it!
You won!
-Nah, we won.
-Oh!
[chanting]
Reggie!
Reggie!
Reggie!
Reggie!
Reggie!
Reggie!
[crowd cheering]
[school bell ringing]
-Isn't it great to be off that island of fighting gladiators,
and back in Beverly Hills?
I am so ready to give peace a chance.
[gasp]
-You ready to rumble, wimp?
[chanting]
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
[growling]
-Listen here, you big Neanderthal, I've been chased
by wild wolves, had boulders thrown at me, and fought
gladiators all night.
So if you want a piece of me, let's get it on!
-Hm!
For a bony runt, you're pretty tough.
-Hm?
I am?
I mean, you bet I am!
-Hm, I didn't know you had it in you.
Guess you're cooler than I thought.
We're gonna have to get you a ride.
-We are?
Cool!
-Well, at least something good came out of all this.
-Yeah, like what?
-Now that Alex is getting a motorcycle, I won't have to
ride to school with you, anymore.
-Ugh!
-Ta-da!
-What do you mean?
Come back here!
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