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

And then we'll shop.

So one, two, three now baby here we go, go, 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 one with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

[dog barking]

-It's Happy Girl cookie time.

Would you like to buy some cookies, ma'am?

-Oh, sorry girls.

I'm on a diet.

-OK.

But at least take a sample.

They're really good this year.

-All right.

[scream]

Give me every box you have.

-Seen it.

-Own it.

-Returned it.

-(UNISON) [sigh]

-I think we've finally done it.

We've seen everything at the mall.

-I don't believe it.

-I know.

I didn't think seeing the whole mall was even possible.

-No!

Look.

It's that hat from the cover of

Impressionable Teen magazine.

It's finally here.

-That medium looks a little snug on you.

Would you like to try a large?

-Large?

I don't think so.

-Just try the large, Clover.

-Yeah.

Who cares?

-See it's perfect.

-Yeah, you look just like the girl on the cover of

Impressionable Teen.

-Sure.

Except she doesn't have a big, giant, large-sized head.

I'm getting a medium.

Where's that sales girl?

I'll take the medium.

-Oh, I'm so sorry.

I just sold it to this young lady.

And it was the last one.

-[scream]

-Lucky me.

It's just my size.

-[scream]

-Ooh, that Mandy.

If she can wear a medium, then so can I.

-Um, Clover, don't you think you're being a little silly

about this whole hat thing?

-Yeah.

Why not just go ahead and buy the large?

-I am not buying the large.

I am ordering a medium and that's that.

-Ah, cheer up, Clover.

They'll have your medium in a few days.

-Yeah, but that's like a year in hat time.

-Hey look!

A new photo sticker booth.

Come on.

Let's go try it out.

-Sure.

If I can fit my big head inside.

-OK everybody, say, "shoe sale."

-(UNISON) Shoe sale!

Whoa!

[screaming]

-Maybe her giant head is stuck.

-Oh I heard that.

-No time for fooling, girls.

We've got a serious situation developing.

As you can see, Happy Girl cookie time is turning people

into criminals.

They're willing to do anything to get more cookies.

-So what do you want us to do?

-So far these cookies are only available on the North

American continent.

Your mission is to infiltrate the Happy girls and get to the

bottom of this cookie craze before they go worldwide.

This week you're being given, a perfume atomizer stun spray,

a multipurpose charm bracelet, a holo-camera, a stick-pin

homing device.

And as an added bonus, a free sample.

That came in the mail.

-Ooh, I love free samples.

Nordic moisturising cream.

-Well, don't want you girls getting chapped.

-Thanks, Jerry.

-That's my job, girls.

[screaming]

-Try not to move too much.

We're still working out some of the kinks on the WOOHP

Turbo Changer Pod.

-Is it me, or does today just keep getting worse?

-OK, the sooner we do this, the sooner we get out of these

ridiculous outfits.

-Um, hi.

We're here to pick up our cookies.

-Aren't you ladies a little old to be Happy Girls?

-Uh, no we just big for our age.

Healthy, active, peppy.

-(UNISON)Proud young girls.

-Very nice, girls.

Who's your troop leader?

-Um, Jerry something.

-That's Geraldine.

Geraldine something.

-Oh, right.

-Huh.

Must be a new troop.

-Yeah.

Brand new.

-Here's a delivery list.

Get your cookies from the trucks.

-Yes ma'am.

-Passion Patties.

A minty chocolate miracle in your mouth.

Ugh, I hate mint.

-Me too.

Minty things always taste like toothpaste.

-I'll try them.

I mean, you know, for the sake of the investigation.

Wow.

These really are a miracle in your mouth.

So minty.

So chocolatey.

-OK.

That's enough investigating.

I'll take a picture of the evidence.

And I'll send some to Jerry.

You know, before Clover eats it all.

-Hey, I'm only doing my job.

-OK.

Let's get to work.

[doorbell ringing]

-Happy Girls!

Hooray!

-Shirley?

Shirley Rogers?

-Yeah.

That's me.

I have been waiting all morning for you girls.

Quit my job yesterday so I wouldn't miss any deliveries.

I just love Happy Girl cookie time.

See?

Oh, sure, I put on a little weight this week.

But you know what?

It's been worth it.

I even wrote Dr. Bittersweet and told her that.

-Dr. Bittersweet?

-Dr. Inga Bittersweet, the genius who

invented Passion Patties.

She's my hero.

[screaming]

-Oh my.

What's all that noise?

-There they are!

-Sorry, ma'am.

Gotta go.

-Hey!

What about my cookies?

-What are we going to do?

-Ditch the wagon and run.

-(UNISON) Clover!

-She'll never make it out of there on her own.

-Let's go!

[fighting sounds]

-Let's get out of here.

-OK, that was beyond weird.

Yeah, can you believe how out of control those people were?

-I know.

They ate all my cookies.

-Um maybe you should stop eating those cookies, Clover.

I mean, you know, until we know what's in them.

-I already know what's in them.

A little bit of heaven in every bite.

-Hey Jerry, what can you tell us about a Dr. Inga

Bittersweet?

It looks as though she oversees Passion Patty

production from her factory in Switzerland.

-We'll need the plane.

And do have an analysis of the cookies we sent you?

-No.

Not yet.

But I must say these things are quite tasty.

I'm going to look into this personally.

Send me as many as you can, straightaway.

That's an order.

-Great.

Now Jerry's hooked too.

-Hi I'm on the waiting list for a medium hat.

Uh-huh.

Really?

But you said--

OK, thank you.

-No mediums, yet, huh?

-No.

-You know, you should have just bought the large.

-Yeah.

Because if you keep eating those cookies, you won't be a

medium much longer anyway.

-Oh ha ha.

This is only my second box.

-Yes, since we boarded the plane.

-Whatever.

-Buckle up, girls.

It's time to get to work.

-[struggling]

-Boy, it's freezing out here.

I hope it's heated inside.

-Yeah.

My fingers are frozen.

How are we going to break in?

-For once, I don't think that's going to be a problem.

-Go girl.

[music playing]

INTERCOM: After the cooling process, Happy Girl cookies

are individually wrapped for your personal enjoyment.

-Personally, I am not enjoying this.

-Tell me abut it.

This is the worst.

-Yeah.

Where are the free cookies?

I mean, there should be free cookies on a

tour of a cookie factory.

INTERCOM: Hold on to your hats, cookie lovers.

Next stop, shipping.

-Where do you think they're going?

-I don't know, but we'd better find out.

-Hey, I'm stuck!

-I know!

The moisturizer.

-Man, we'd have to be twice our size to take them down.

-[screaming]

[bowling pins knocking over]

-(UNISON) Strike!

-They're locked.

-Not a problem.

-No, no, not this one.

Bingo!

The mini dynamite stick.

[explosion]

-We're in.

-OK, that is definitely the strangest workers compensation

I've ever seen.

-I agree.

-What do you think, Clover?

-Clover?

-We've got to find her.

[screaming]

-Must find cookies.

Must find cookies.

Must find cookies.

-(UNISON) Whoa!

-Ah!

-That's one down.

-Correction, make that three down.

-Ouch.

-What is this place?

-Looks like some kind of lab.

Alex, no!

That could be Bittersweet's secret ingredient.

The stuff that gets everybody hooked on Passion Patties.

-Maybe if I was hooked, I wouldn't notice how totally

freezing it is in here.

-Yeah, you're right.

Let's get a sample and blow this Popsicle stand.

-Sam, look!

Bittersweet's shipping plans!

-Bittersweet's going global, just like Jerry

warned us she would.

We've got to stop her.

-You can't.

So don't even try.

Toll!

Get in here.

We have spies.

-Spies?

Ha.

I knew they were too big to be Happy Girls.

-[gasp]

-[gasp]

-Ah-ha.

Yeah.

Catch!

-Never underestimate the power of a good accessory.

-Clover!

-Hey guys!

See, I told you there'd be free samples.

Here, try one.

-No, we've got to get out of here.

-Not so fast, girls.

-[gasp]

-Welcome, girls.

Please, have a seat.

-You know, I think there's been some sort of a mistake

made here.

-Yeah, we're just Happy Girls here on a field trip.

-Well you will be very happy after the doctor gets

through with you.

[evil laugh]

-Ladies, this is the feeder.

A little creation of mine that will force feed

you until you explode.

Prepare yourself for death by cookie.

-Yummy!

-No it's not yummy.

It's death by cookie.

-Sorry.

-You see, I too was once a happy girl.

And I'm liked the cookies.

A little too much, I'm afraid.

-So what happened?

-I ate the cookies instead of selling them.

And my troop kicked me out.

It ruined my life.

So now I'm going to ruin everyone else's.

I've spent 20 years planning my revenge.

-With the feeder?

-No.

The feeder's just a little something I've whipped up in

my spare time.

The cookies are my revenge.

Soon people in every country will be hooked

on my Passion Patties.

-Ahem, Dr. Bittersweet, we've got to leave for the

warehouses.

-All right.

Enjoy the sweets, girls.

Trust me, they'll be your last.

-Great.

What are we going to do now?

-There's got to be some way to get out of here.

-Boy, that's the best free sample ever.

-Wait!

It's almost my turn.

-Clover!

Enough with the cookies.

-Yes, we've got to find Bittersweet and figure out how

to stop her.

-I know that.

That's why I stuck the homing stick pin on her.

-Oh.

-Oh.

-And we're off to the beautiful country of Iceland?

-Boy, Bittersweet seems to have a thing for freezing cold

weather.

-Yeah.

I could really use that medium hat right now.

-The signal's coming from that warehouse.

Bittersweet's inside.

-Let's do it.

-Ah-ha.

-Roger that.

The trucks are on their way, Dr.

-Toll, I can hardly wait.

After this shipment I will be unstoppable.

-Bittersweet sure has a high opinion of herself.

-Most evil geniuses do.

-I still want to know what's up with

Bittersweet and the cold.

-It's probably because of the cookies.

See heat makes them all melty.

So sad, isn't it?

-So we need to warm it up in here.

Cover me.

-It's those spies.

Toll, get them.

-I don't know what kind of half-baked idea you're

cooking, but you're about to be toast.

Try this on for size.

-Back off before I get all Tae Bo on you.

-This should slow them down.

-OK, enough's enough.

-Thanks, for a second there I thought I

was toast with jelly.

Or maybe cinnamon sugar.

-Come on.

We've got to help Sam.

-[gasp]

[screaming]

-Lying down on the job?

I'm going to have to report you.

Come on.

Heat up.

-My cookies!

[scream]

-Sammy?

Are you OK?

-Give it up, Bittersweet.

No one likes a sour cookie, lady.

-Grab Bittersweet.

Time for a taste of your own medicine, Doc.

-No!

Oh.

Must have cookies.

Must have cookies.

-If only she'd used her baking skills to cook up

good instead of evil.

-You said it, Jer.

-So did you figure out what

Bittersweet put in the cookies?

-Some kind of highly concentrated sugar extract.

Anyone who tried Passion Patties was hooked right away.

-So is W.O.O.H.P working on an antidote?

-As we speak.

Hopefully it will stop the cravings and get

rid of all this fat.

-Hopefully.

-So, what do you want to do now?

-We could go to the food court.

I hear they're giving away free cookie samples.

[laughter]

-Go ahead.

Make all the jokes you want.

I'm just happy to have my regular old body back.

Come on, there's something I have to do.

-Did your medium finally come in?

-Nope.

I'm going to go ahead and get a large.

-(UNISON) A large?

-But Clover, you said you'd never wear a large anything.

-Well, after being a large size everything, I decided

having a big hat size is no big deal.

It's best being happy with whatever size you are.

-Wow looks like you might actually have some brains in

that large-sized head of yours.

-Very funny.

[theme music]

[theme music]