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THEME SONG: Here we go again.

We're getting on the road 'till 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.

-Mmm.

Huh.

-Mmm.

[laughing]

-Good afternoon, miss.

Would you like to try an exciting new hair treatment?

It's free and available right now.

-Oh.

-Lusher, more durable, and easier to manage hair.

-Sounds great.

Can I get in on the deal?

-Sorry, you don't have the right hair.

Interested?

It only takes 20 minutes.

-Mmm.

Sure.

Why not?

-Hey!

Wait!

[groaning]

I'll meet you and home later.

Hey!

What--

Oh!

[screaming]

-We could get that for Jer.

-A Naugahyde tuxedo?

Come on.

This is a big birthday.

That means we got to think big.

-Look!

What every man needs--

a Swiss party knife.

20 gadgets and a pre-programmed radio with

party tunes.

[radio music]

[laughter]

-I don't think so.

-How about a velvet all-terrain golf cart?

-Who would really want that?

Besides, none of these things seem big enough for Jerry.

-But it's velvet and all-terrain.

-Wait!

I've got the perfect idea.

We can throw Jerry a surprise party.

-Awesome!

Old Jer would never expect that from us.

Now, what kind of surprise should it be?

-I know!

We can blindfold him and take him up in a hot air balloon.

-Or, we could trick him into meeting us in a submarine and

invite all his friends.

-Yeah!

Or we could push him off a cliff and not tell him it's a

surprise bungee-jumping party.

-OK, careful, Alex.

We don't want to give him a heart attack.

[screams]

-Speaking of heart attacks, Jerry's got to stop

scaring us like this.

[screams]

-Welcome, ladies.

-Why can't we ever come here in style, you know, like in a

limo or something?

-Oh, a limousine.

Why didn't I think of that?

I'll arrange it for you right away.

-Awesome!

-Yes, whatever.

Now down to business.

Scores of people are reportedly missing in Seattle,

Washington.

The peculiar thing is they all disappeared yesterday.

-Hey, check it out.

They're all redheads.

-You think it's a coincidence?

-I guess we're about to find out.

-That's a good guess.

You'll be departing momentarily to figure out how

all this ties together.

And now, for your gear--

earring microphone communicators, laser lipstick,

wind-tunnel blast straight hair dryers, jet pack

backpacks, and THIRD.

-Third?

I thought we were on gadget number five.

-THIRD, T-H-I-R-D, Tiny, Hidden,

Investigative Ring Devices.

-Thanks, Jerry.

We'll be in touch.

-Good luck.

-Hmm?

-Hmm?

Oh, right.

Your limo.

It's waiting for you outside.

-Oooh!

[screams]

-Yes, and the world gullible isn't in the dictionary.

A limo?

Please.

-So you and your sister are very close?

-Yeah, we're best friends.

She was supposed to meet me here yesterday afternoon, but

never showed up.

-Maybe she went on an all-night shopping bender and

forgot to call?

-Hmm.

-What?

I've done it like a million times.

-My sister's really responsible.

She would have called.

And no one we know has heard from her.

-Well, where was the last place you saw her?

-At this new salon called The Cutting Edge.

She was going in for free hair treatment.

-Did you get one, too?

-I wanted to, but the woman at the salon told me I didn't

have the right hair.

-So your sister's a redhead, huh?

-Beautiful, isn't it?

I hope she's OK.

-Me, too.

Hey, thanks for answering all our questions.

We'll let you know if we find out anything.

-I vote we go to the salon and check things out pronto.

-First, we need the right kind of hair--

red hair.

-Good thing I'm already a redhead because at $1250 a

wig, we're about to majorly exceed our wig budget.

-Wow, I just love being a redhead.

I feel totally glamorous.

-Welcome to the club, gals.

Now you know how unbelievably wonderful it is to be mois.

-Yeah, and unbelievably modest--

not.

-Enough chatter, reds.

It's spy time.

-Hi, there.

We heard a rumour about your phenomenal salon and the

amazing new hair treatment you're offering.

-So us three natural redheads rushed right over.

-Yes, I see that.

Unfortunately, you don't have the right hair.

-Sheesh!

Rude much?

-OK, so that plan was failure-riffic.

Now what do we do?

-We take off these totally sweaty wigs.

-Now that's great hair, perfect for

our innovative treatment.

-Really?

-Absolutely.

Would you like to try an exciting new treatment for

women with blonde hair?

It's free and available right now.

-Sounds great.

-Remember the mission.

Eyes and ears open.

-Duh!

Of course.

I'll leave my earring communicator on.

-We'll be right here if you need us.

-I expect Jerry's surprise party to be completely planned

by the time my beautiful hair is even more beautiful.

-Apparently, Sam's modesty is contagious--

not.

[giggles]

-Oh, you have wonderful hair.

It's just wonderful.

-Thanks.

I can't wait for the treatment.

So what does it do, exactly?

SALON ATTENDANT (ON EARRING COMMUNICATOR): (LAUGHING) Oh,

it'll be a life-changing experience, I promise.

Now, just sit back and close your eyes.

-Hey!

What's going on?

[screams]

-This is not good.

Come on.

[screams]

[sinister laughter]

-The door is locked.

-So are the windows.

Apparently, they decided to close early today.

-How are we going to get in?

-By going up.

[screams]

-What's that thing?

-Looks like our way in.

-What do you say you put those

aerobicized thighs into action?

-Right.

-OK.

Down the hatch.

-Freaky!

Everyone's gone.

[screams]

Guess the chairs must've gone through these trap doors.

-That means Clover can't be far behind.

[screams]

-Sammy, look.

[screams]

-Clover!

Clover, we're here!

-What are you waiting for?

Help me!

[screams]

-Come on!

[screams]

-We're losing her.

[screams]

-They just disappeared.

What are we going to do?

-Call Jerry and hope that he knows something.

-Hello, ladies.

How is Seattle?

-Terrible.

Clover's been kidnapped by an evil hair salon, a place

called The Cutting Edge.

-Oh, that's not at all good.

Well, let's see what we can find out.

Yes, here it is.

The Cutting Edge Salon.

It's owned by a woman named Felicia Mane, a famous

wig-maker specializing in high-end, luxury hair pieces.

Apparently, she's opened salons all over the world.

-Why would a famous wig-maker want to own a

bunch of hair salons?

-Maybe she uses the extra hair from the salons to make wigs?

-Eww, that's a disturbing thought.

-Speaking of which, I just received this news.

People in Vienna and Rio are also missing

after going into salons.

Girls, I think it's high time for you two to go into the

belly of the beast.

Miss Mane's main wig factory is in London.

-We're on it, Jer.

Well, time to save Clover and stop an

international hair disaster.

-I just hope we'll be back in time to surprise

Jerry on his birthday.

[rain]

[bell tolling]

-So the deal is we work for Jerry, an international movie

star.

-Right.

What country should we be from?

-Umm, (SWEDISH ACCENT) how about Sweden?

-Oh, I like it.

-(SWEDISH ACCENT) Jerry, the international

Swedish film star.

But we can't reveal his name because

he's so huge and famous.

-Right.

OK, here we go.

I mean, (SWEDISH ACCENT) OK, here we go.

-Can I help you?

-Um, (SWEDISH ACCENT) we need to speak with Felicia Mane

right away.

The future of Swedish cinema depends on it.

-Right.

Come with me.

-I'm Felicia Mane.

What can I do for you?

-(SWEDISH ACCENT) I am Anna and this is Bridget.

We come from Sweden to buy some wigs for

our eccentric employer.

-(SWEDISH ACCENT) Yah, he's an international film star.

You'd recognize the name, but we can't tell you his name.

-A-ha.

OK.

Why does he want the wigs?

-(SWEDISH ACCENT) Because he's secretly bald.

-(SWEDISH ACCENT) And everybody says your

wigs are the best.

-They're right.

I can definitely help.

Look through these.

Then we'll proceed to order the wigs for your star.

-(SWEDISH ACCENT) So, are all the wigs made

here in this building?

-Yes, they are.

-(SWEDISH ACCENT) Oooh, it must be quite

a fascinating process.

-It is.

-(SWEDISH ACCENT) Do you give, uh, the tours?

-No, we don't.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for an appointment.

Edwin, please show these ladies out.

[screams]

-Rrrrr.

-I guess rudeness is a theme at this company.

-Huh?

[crying]

[electronic sound]

-Here's the exit, ladies.

Have a nice day.

-Well, that was a mega-waste of time.

-Maybe not.

Check out this video I just shot.

WOMAN (ON VIDEO): (CRYING)

-That is big-time creepy.

-I know.

It's as if the hair process sucks the life out of people.

-We have to find Clover.

And we have to do it before it's too late.

[bell tolling]

-Up there.

-Of course, we'll have to do a little bungee maneuver first.

-Clover!

-You found me!

-Bad hair day, huh?

-To say the least.

These people are nuts.

Felicia is growing our hair so she can harvest it and make

her wigs, not to mention billions of dollars.

-Hey!

I was right!

Kinda.

-It's her hair treatment that's making us so weak.

-We have to get you out of here.

-You'd better do it fast because once our hair is big

enough, Felicia's going to cut it off and dispose of what's

left of us.

[footsteps]

[gasp]

-Hold it right there!

Gotcha!

-As if.

-Let me go, you jerk!

-Oh.

-Ha!

[screaming]

[growling]

[yelling]

-Uh-oh!

-Well, look who we have here, our young Swedish friends.

-Actually, we're not Swedish.

We're here to stop your twisted plan.

-Too late for that.

I already have all the hair I want and

more, including yours.

All of you who've had the full hair treatment will now be

taken to the harvesting room.

-Ah!

You have to do something!

-Don't worry.

We will.

We have to get out of these straps before this stuff

weakens us, too.

-No problem.

-Yeah, I'd say that definitely beats the fire ax plan.

-It's time to save Clover.

To the harvesting room.

-[sighs]

If only we could figure out how to get there.

-OK.

That totally backfired.

-Let's think.

How can we get back up there?

-Red curtain.

It's an open window.

-Clover.

Clover.

Are you there?

-Huh?

Yeah, I'm here.

Shouldn't you be saving me by now?

-Uh-huh.

Unfortunately, we're outside.

Anyway, are you near a window with a red curtain?

-Yeah, but I won't be much longer.

Soon it will be my turn.

-Oh!

Oh!

Oh, oh!

Ohh!

-Let the harvesting begin!

[screams]

-We got to get up there now.

[screams]

-Oh!

[screams]

-Now that was seriously uncool.

-Looks like we'll need a plan B.

-I've got it.

Clover?

I know it sounds crazy, but we need you to let down your hair

so we can climb up to you.

-Her hair?

-My hair?

-Let it down through the window.

-OK.

I'll try.

My friends can save us, but you have to help me.

[thud]

-Oh!

Oh, ow.

Oh, oh, no.

-She did it.

Just like Rumpelstiltskin.

-Uh, Alex, I think you mean Rapunzel.

-Oh.

-Too bad Felicia's treatment is sucking the life out of

you, Clover.

Because your hair is truly amazing.

-Whatever.

Can you please just get through the bars?

-Let's get her!

-Come on, people.

Move faster.

We have a lot of hair to harvest.

-Don't even think about it!

-Hmm.

[laughs]

-Ha!

[grunting]

-Toro!

Toro!

[grunting]

-Uh-huh.

-Mmmm.

-Ahhh!

[yelling]

-Time to shed a little light on things.

-Ahh-ehh!

-Huh?

[laughter]

-You annoying brats!

You'll never get away with this!

-Look at her, Sammy.

She's totally wigging out on us.

-Yeah, she's a regular mane-iac.

-How about less of the bad puns and more

of the saving me?

-Sorry!

[gasps]

-Oh, my gosh!

She's bald!

She's bald and she's torturing who have hair!

-Now that's ironic.

Let's wash this disgusting garbage out of our hair.

-One group rinse coming up.

[alarm]

-Ahh!

-Ahh!

-Ahh!

-Ahh!

[cheering]

[groaning]

-Oh!

[crying]

-Rrrrr.

-Another mission accomplished.

-Eh, not quite.

We never figured out Jerry's surprise party.

-(GASPING) Oh no!

I totally forgot.

-At least I have an excuse, you know, being

abducted and all.

-Hello?

You had plenty of time strapped to that

chair to plan the party.

-Whatever.

[sigh]

-Oh, well.

Guess all we can do now is stop by

and give him a present.

-Happy birthday, Jerry!

-So, what do you think?

-Well, it's, uh, quite the unexpected treat.

Thought I must admit the real surprise is that you even know

when my birthday is.

-Well, what do you know?

We surprised him after all.

-I'm afraid I don't follow.

-Well, we were planning a surprise party for you, Jer,

but we failed miserably.

-Well, that's a relief.

I--

I hate surprises.

-You do?

-Oh, absolutely.

But only when they're on me.

Cheerio!

[screams]

-I get them every time.