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[THEME MUSIC - MOONBABY, "HERE WE GO"]

[street chatter]

-What in the world?

-Is this part of the tour?

-Yeah.

It's never been on my itinerary before.

FEMALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Ah!

I don't know!

-Help!

Help me, I'm--

I'm--

ah--

drowning.

-I'll save you, sweetheart.

-As if!

I want him to save me.

SPF 10,000?

Why bother going to the beach if you can't even get a tan?

[humming]

-Hey, David.

I didn't know you were here.

Wow.

Cool painting.

-Ah, nah.

It stinks.

All this pressure has me blocked.

-Pressure?

-Yeah.

There's this big art exhibition at school, and I

really want to show my best work.

-Ooh!

I didn't know you like art exhibitions too.

I love exhibitions--

especially the arty kind.

-Well, I came here hoping to find inspiration.

You know, if I could just find something or someone whose

look says it all.

-Like, what a coincidence?

I just happen to have that very look.

-Clover, shouldn't you be out raising money for your hair

disaster relief fund?

-Mandy.

What an unpleasant surprise.

-[laughing]

Although I'd love to continue lobbing slams, I heard David

needs a model, and I'm Mandy, and perfect model material.

-Chaw.

Apparently you missed the part where he said I'm

modeling for him.

But--

-Well?

-You know, I appreciate the offers, really.

But maybe I should figure out exactly what I need first.

I wouldn't want to waste your time.

-You can waste my time anytime.

I am going to get that look.

-Whatever.

You are so not.

I am.

-Oh, yes I am.

-Oh, no you're not.

-Why don't you give that hairdo back to the poodle you

got it from?

-Oh, go brush your teeth.

-Eh!

-Sam, Alex, you won't believe it.

David's working on a painting and asked me to pose.

Well, he almost asked me to pose.

-So he didn't ask you to pose?

-No, not yet.

But he might!

-How almost exciting for you.

-It's a cinch.

All I need to do is become David's inspiration.

Now, I know he appreciates beauty, so that's covered.

-This conversation's getting cheesier than my nachos.

Ugh!

-Let's see.

I heard David say he likes subtlety--

whatever that is.

-It's all in the wrist.

You have to hit the pump straight on, like this.

-[screaming]

-Hello, girls.

-Hey, Jer.

Um, who did that painting of you?

-Oh, one of our secret agents who

moonlights as a secret artist.

-No wonder he keeps it a secret.

-Now, about your next mission.

As you can see by the red highlighted regions, we're

experiencing potentially destructive atmospheric

phenomena over Russia and Mexico.

-Maybe we should check out Mexico.

I'm owed some decent nachos.

-Personally, I don't care where we go, as long as it's a

place where women have a look.

-Well, if this look you're talking about involves

babushkas, you'll have your wish.

-[gasp]

You're sending us to Hawaii?

-Uh, nyet.

We're going to Russia.

-Duh.

But rest assured you'll be fully stocked with innovative

yet slightly devious devices.

Behold, the icy fresh liquid nitrogen breath spray, the

Wind Tunnel 3000 Tornado Blast hair dryer, a pair of M-Ray

contact lenses, and XYZ--

that's an x-ray youth zoomdicator, and your

all-favorite, the UPWATI.

-Underwater Power Walking Apparatus That's

Inconspicuous.

Duh, Jerry.

-Congratulations.

You all get an A.

-And an XYZ.

-And don't forget the ever-important TTFN.

-TTFN?

-Ta ta for now.

-Ah!

-I can't believe they fell for that one.

-I guess Jerry forgot to mention the part about

freezing our butts off.

-Oh, come on.

I was hoping to find a look.

The only look anything around here could

inspire would be a makeover.

-Nice to--

-Huh?

---finally meet you.

I'm Bob.

I was told to meet you here.

Put these on.

They're laser bands, and they'll protect your eyes from

the powerful rays.

-Guess Jerry forgot to mention that, too.

-OK.

So you know about us, but how do we know we can trust you?

Like, is your name really Bob, Bob?

-Hm.

Like you girls, I'm also a WOOHP agent.

And Bob is actually my code name for Brains Over Brawn.

-Oh, I choose brains any day.

-Yes.

Well, whatever substance is burning that hole up in the

clouds has me completely stumped.

-Maybe I can help.

Oops.

I meant to hit the reverse switch.

-Ah!

-Unbelievable.

I didn't even see you turn it on.

-I didn't.

But I better get an air sample fast.

Done.

I'll just digitally transmit the sample to Jerry.

We should have your answer in no time.

-Hey.

Maybe that's what David wants--

uniqueness.

And with one of those cute furry hats,

he'll beg me to pose.

-Supertone Sunblock?

Freaky.

I saw an ad for that stuff on the beach in LA.

-I may be hot, but I won't get burned.

Unlike these losers, I use Supertone Sunblock.

-Yeah.

What is it Jer?

-Apparently, the volume of chemicals floating in the sky

above you, Clove.

-What do you think's causing it?

-By the high level of radioactivity, we can only

assume it's the--

-Effect of some sort of

solar-powered atmospheric laser.

-Precisely, Sam.

All we know is that the laser appears to be generating most

of its strength from the Alaskan shoreline--

a place you girls should investigate next.

A WOOHP missile will pick you up momentarily.

-Oh.

Hey--

-Follow up, ladies.

Keep those laser bands and keep in touch.

-Whoa.

Hot enough here, or what?

Ow!

As I said that, I think my tongue got sunburnt.

-Then stop talking, and start looking for the source of the

laser before it blows a bigger hole in the clouds and we all

burn up, literally.

-OK, OK.

We're looking, we're looking.

-Man, whoever came up with that Sunblock 10,0000 couldn't

have picked a better time.

-Yeah.

Just when all this weird weather phenom is happening.

-You're right, Alex.

The timing is too perfect.

Alex, what's the exact temp?

110--

er, 20.

No, 30.

-Maybe we should snag a bottle before it's too late.

-Hurry, get over there.

-Get out of my way!

-It's too late.

-I can't move my feet.

-Me neither.

-There's got to be a way to cool off this hot tar.

-Come on!

-Jump!

-We should be safe up here.

-That is definitely not a ray of hope.

-Guess Jerry forgot to mention our enemy is the sun.

-That was close.

-Our best bet now is to follow the path of the laser and find

out who's behind all this.

-Jer, you got a speedboat handy?

-As a matter of fact.

-Think that would work if I asked for

a new summer wardrobe?

-Not likely.

-Look.

It's coming from that ship.

-Ooh.

At least we're going after a bad guy with good taste.

I wish those beefy guys were on our side.

-We might get a clue who they work for if I could see what

they're transporting inside those coolers.

-It's UPWATI time.

-Do you think David would be inspired by my new alien space

chick look?

-Something tells me that's not the look he was talking about.

-A glass-bottom boat would have made spying a lot easier.

-That's why we brought the M-Ray contact lenses.

It looks like bottles.

Supertone Sunblock bottles.

-So, like, the makers of

Supertone are somehow involved?

-That doesn't make sense.

Why would people so concerned with blocking the sun's

harmful rays be blowing holes in the ozone?

-Run!

I mean swim!

-Seaweed!

-Now I know what sushi feels like.

-Whew.

I thought they'd catch us, for sure.

-Ugh.

This must be what cooked sushi feels like.

-I think they just call that seafood.

-Whatever.

-Hey, big guy?

Could you turn down my heat lamp?

It's totally drying me out, and you don't

want to see me flake.

-[laughing]

Hello, ladies.

I wasn't expecting company out here in the

middle of the ocean.

I'm Sunny Day.

-Sunny Day?

Was that a family name or a weather report?

-You're the Supertone supermodel!

How'd you get that gig, anyway?

-Well, I suppose my modeling career was kicked off when I

won my first crown--

Ms. Bronze Babe 1985.

-A beauty queen, too!

-Enough about me.

I'd like to know who you are and why you're

sneaking around my ship.

-I'd like to know why you're lasering holes in the ozone.

-Believe it or not, it was the simplest way to

bring out the sun.

And the hotter the sun, the hotter my sunblock sales.

Brains as well as beauty.

-You're like the mean queen of sunscreen.

-Mean?

If I'm mean, then what do you call the owners of Bronze Me,

Baby, who fired me at first wrinkle?

-Oh.

That's beyond harsh, Sunny.

But maybe you should get over it.

-Never.

I want the world to tan so severely, they can only save

their own skin by buying my brand of overpriced sunblock.

Fortunately, my task is almost complete.

I've only been using the laser at 10%.

And by the end of the day, I'm turning it all the way up.

I'll let you in on a factory-direct deal.

$500 a bottle.

-Sorry.

I left my purse at home.

-Bruce, Sly, please escort these spies off my ship--

permanently.

-[gasp]

-Hey!

Yoohoo.

If we're going out to sea, we'll need

those rowing sticks.

-If I were you, I'd be more concerned about that

hole in your boat.

-There's no hole in this boat.

-You're right.

There's two holes.

[grunts]

-Um, could you tell the chef I'm a vegetarian?

-It's not for you.

It's for the sharks.

-Hello?

Two skimpy steaks won't fill up a great big shark.

-No, but two skimpy steaks and three nosy spies

might do the trick.

[laughing]

-[gasps]

[teeth chattering]

-I am way disappointed.

Sunny Day is not the model I expected.

-When you get over your fallen idol phase, how about some

help plugging up these hoes?

-Hey, we can use this packing material to line the raft.

-Great idea.

I'll get this one.

Whoa!

Whoa!

-Alex!

-Help me, you guys!

-[sigh]

Thanks.

For a second there, I thought I was fish food.

-One more second, and we all might be!

-Not if I can get us out of here.

We'll see you later, boys.

-Uh oh.

It looks like Sunny's turned up the laser already.

-It's at 40% and rising.

-We don't have much time.

-I thought I told you imbeciles to get rid

of those spy girls.

-We did.

-Oh, so that would be their ghosts coming our way.

-Uh, I don't like ghosts.

-It's attractive boneheads like you that give attractive

geniuses like me a bad name.

Now get rid of them for good!

-It looks like Sunny's sending her henchmen out way.

-Laser's up to 60%!

No--

70%.

We better work fast.

That's for the holes in our raft!

-And that's for the raw meat.

-Things are looking up.

-Ah!

Whoa!

-This is for--

me.

I love taking down bad guys.

Need a lift?

-So what's next?

It's at 80%.

-Come on.

We've got to figure out some way to stop it.

-I don't think we can stop a laser by staring at it.

-No, but maybe we can have the laser stare back at itself.

Clover, can you bring us down low enough so we can grab one

of those cooler lids?

-No problem.

-Ouch!

-You are so pushy.

-Thanks.

Now we've got to get as close to the laser as possible.

-Oh.

-Man, if Jer saw us do that, he'd be way proud.

-Well done, girls.

I'm very proud of you.

-Wow.

Freaky.

-Jerry, how'd you find us out here?

-Hello, ladies.

Glad you kept the laser bands.

I left a tracking device in the lenses in

case you needed help.

-You came all the way here from Russia to help us?

That is so neat, Bob.

-That's Bob's job, Alex.

-[gasping]

-There's Sunny, with those sharks.

-Sunny?

Your--

your face.

-Are you melting?

-Yes.

Too many years in the sun.

You should take the modeling work when you can get it.

-Sorry.

No modeling where you're going.

-And for the record, Sunny, makeup can't

hide who you are inside.

That reminds me.

I need to get back to school fast.

-David?

You want the real me.

This is--

-Poor Clover.

You lost.

Now get lost.

-You know David, at first, I wanted to pose for you

because, well, I like to pose.

But then you wanted something more real, so I came straight

here, but now it's too late and I'm totally--

-Frustrated?

Yeah, me too.

I mean, everyone can relate to that, right?

That's it!

That's the look I've got to paint.

-Um, yeah?

-Mandy, it's not personal.

It's art.

Thanks for understanding.

-Wait.

David, now I'm frustrated.

See?

Look how mad I am.

I have got the look.