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

Here we go!

Here we go!

Here we go!]

-What--

[alarm]

-Oh!

How about a truly adorable new pair of leather biker boots?

-Are you kidding, Clover?

You're mom's way to uptight to wear those.

-Duh!

I was talking about for me.

-Oh.

Well, in that case, go for it.

-Hello!

We're supposed to be shopping for Mother's

Day presents, remember?

-I'm trying.

It's just that my mom's so old fashioned.

Finding a gift for here is, like, totally impossible.

-Tell me about it.

The only present my mom wants is for me to find a boyfriend.

-Girls, you're blowing this holiday completely out of

proportion.

-We are?

-Of course.

You've got to stop putting so much pressure on yourselves

and just pick something.

-Like that!

-Full-body industrial rain gear?

-Kind of an over-protective ensemble,

don't you think, Sammy?

-Exactly why my mom would love it.

-Hey!

Who turned out the lights?

-This flyer, check it out.

-Treat your mom to a weekend of pure luxury.

Bring her to the brand new Channel Island Spa for

Mother's Day!

-A luxury spa?

What a majorly fabulous idea!

-Yeah, and we can all go together.

-Even my mom couldn't object to luxury.

Let's do it, girls!

-Ahhh!

-Right after we see what Jerry wants!

-Is it me, or is this whole W.O.O.H.P.ing experience

getting weirder and weirder?

-I prefer to call it thinking outside the box.

-Whatever blows your hair back, Jere.

-Hmm?

-I--

I mean, uh, whatever floats your boat.

-So what's the mission?

-There is no mission.

I just wanted to inform you that I'm going to England to

be with my mum for Mother's Day.

-No way!

I mean, I so can't believe it.

-Don't worry, Clover.

It's only for a few days.

You'll be fine.

-No, no, no.

What I can't believe is that someone like you would even

have a mother.

It's surreal.

[beeping]

-What's that?

-My wallet.

You didn't expect me to use a Compowder, did you?

Hello?

-Jerry!

-Huh?

-Where are you?

You should be on the plane by now.

-Yes, well, I--

I'm still at work, mother.

I--

I will be leaving momentarily.

-Well, hurry up.

And don't forget to bring me one of those nice terrycloth

robes from your hotel.

-Yes, mother.

Right away.

-Your hotel?

-In order to keep my secret agent identity, well, secret,

I've told my mother that I am a hotel manager.

[laughter]

-Hello!

Welcome to Jerry's bed and breakfast.

-Yes.

Well, I'm glad you all find me so amusing.

Goodbye, girls.

I'll see you in a few days.

-Huh?

-Ahhhh!

-OK.

This day just keeps getting stranger by the second.

-I agree.

Let's get outta here.

-Are you crazy?

We're alone in Jerry's office.

Can you say "raid the supply closet?"

-I got dibs on the Butterfly Barrette Bomb!

-The Carat Data Processor Pendant is all mine!

-Mmmm!

Gum!

Hardly qualifies as a gadget, but I'll take it!

-Ta-da!

[gasps]

-Oh, my!

-Oh, it's wonderful!

-Thank you!

-Well what are we waiting for?

-It's spa time!

-Hurry up, the mud's getting cold.

-Mom!

How long have you had that thing?

Since the Great Depression?

-Don't be silly, honey.

I bought this bathing suit on my honeymoon in the '70s.

-OK, that's it.

After we finish our mud baths, we're

going to bikini shopping.

-Very funny, dear.

Now which way was that locker room?

I need to wash my hands.

-You're gonna wash your hands before your mud bath?

-Uh--

-It's that way.

-Oh!

-Ahhh--

This massage is killer.

We should have spa dates more often, mom.

-Speaking of dates, do you have any little boyfriends I

should know about, Alex?

-Mommy, please!

That's, like, totally personal!

-Being single is nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie.

Now, you just leave it to mother.

I'll find a nice male companion for you.

Well, how about this gentleman right here?

He has such strong arms.

-Hmm?

Mom!

I'm in high school.

I don't date gentlemen.

-I'm gong to hit the showers.

I'll leave you to alone to chat.

-Oh!

-Let's see, you'll need a helmet with chin guard, knee

pads and elbow pads, and some wrist and ankle shields.

-Ahhh--

um, mom?

Don't you think this is a little extreme?

I mean, we're only going for a short bike ride.

-I'm only trying to protect you, Sammy.

Now let me go fill your water bottle.

-Huh?

-Wouldn't want you to dehydrate out there.

-Uh--

[gasp]

Oh!

-Ahh!

-Ahhh!

Ahh!

-Hey!

-Huh?

Hey!

-This better work or my name is mud.

[beeping]

-What are you trying to do, mom?

Kill me?

-Of course not, dear.

It was an accident.

-Huh?

Ahhhh!

-Ahhhhh!

-Ahhh!

[horn honking]

[tires screeching]

-Hmmm.

-Sorry, honey!

-What?

[duck quacking]

-Isn't that a beautiful view, darling?

-Yeah, it's really cool.

-Ahhh!

-Whoa!

-OK.

I've had enough biking for one day.

-Oopsie!

My bad.

-Ugh.

-Houston, we have a problem.

-This isn't Houston, Sammy.

It's Alex.

Are you feeling OK?

-I was until my mother "accidentally" pushed me off a

cliff.

-Your mom's acting freaky too?

I thought I was the only one.

Stella "accidentally" tried to drown me in a mud bath.

-What about Carmen?

Is she behaving strangely, Alex?

-Not really.

Unless you count her "accidentally" pushing my

massage table into heavy traffic.

-I say we rendezvous in the lobby pronto!

-Right!

-Huh?

-Going somewhere?

[gasps]

-Ahhh!

-Oh, hey!

-Oh!

-Sorry!

-Sorry!

-Sorry!

-You OK?

-My mother just attacked me for the second time today.

I hope you're joking.

-We better call Jerry.

Maybe he knows why our moms are behaving like assassins.

-Sit up straight, young man!

And stop fidgeting!

-Yes, mother.

-I don't understand you, Jerry.

Why are you always acting so peculiar?

[beeping]

-Saved by the bell.

-What did you say?

-Excuse me one moment.

[beeping]

-Hello?

-Sir, I have some disturbing information.

Tim Scam broke out of prison last night.

-Oh.

I'll alert the girls right way.

Hmm.

I didn't even know this wallet had call waiting.

Uh, hello?

-Jerry, it's us.

You're never going to believe what's happening.

-Jerry!

Jerry, what are you doing in there?

-Nothing, mother.

Just conversing with the hotel staff.

How many times do I have to tell you people, only one mint

per pillow!

Now don't bother me again!

-Were you just talking to your wallet, Jerry?

-Uh-- of course not, mother.

Don't be ridiculous.

-I've got my eye on you.

-Wow.

Looks like Jerry's got some Mother's Day

issues of his own.

-Obviously, he's not going to be any help to us today.

-But maybe the spa's surveillance system will be.

Let me see if I can patch into the video mainframe.

I'm getting something.

-Oh!

[gasps]

-Whoa!

That was weird.

-I have a feeling it's about to get worse.

-Oh!

-Mommy!

-Ahh!

-What is up with that closet?

-Wait a second.

Our mothers weren't wearing corsages before they went into

the closet.

-OK, so what do tacky flowers have to do with our mothers

loosing it?

-Maybe nothing.

But I want to get a closer look to be sure.

-Look at them.

They're acting like nothing happened.

-My sweetheart Alex just loves peanut butter and jelly.

Especially when I trim the crust of the bread.

Gabby, would you be a dear and pass the high density

explosive peanut butter compound?

-Here you go, Carmen.

This should do them in nicely.

-Oh!

-Just in case those naughty girls put up a fuss.

-So much for my mother being overly protective.

Time to put the Five Carat Data Processor

Pendant to the test.

-What's it say, Sammy?

-There seems to be some sort of signal being transmitted to

the corsage, and I'll bet it has something to do with way

our mothers are acting.

-Then we have to get those corsages off their wrists.

-Guess we'll have to track the signal to its

source and stop it there.

-The spas selection of rental cars is seriously lacking.

It's a good thing I'm a yoga pro.

-The signal's getting stronger.

We must be close.

Take a left here.

[crash]

[horn honking]

-The only thing scarier than Alex's driving is her mother's

driving!

-Quick, hit the gas!

Maybe we can outrun them!

-If you have crash helmets, this would be the time to put

them on, girls.

[door opening]

-Mommy?

-Yes, dear.

-Oh, thank goodness.

I just had a totally creepy nightmare.

I dreamed that you and Sam and Clover's moms were trying to

bump us off.

-Don't worry, sweetheart.

All of your nightmares will be over just as soon as we

eliminate you.

[gasp]

-Before you get rid of us, you mind tell us

who's behind all this?

-Allow me.

-Tim Scam!

-Didn't we throw you in jail after you kidnapped Jerry and

tried to take over W.O.O.H.P.?

-Oh, that's the thing about prison, my dear.

Lots of time to devise an escape plan.

And lots of time to dream up a suitable revenge.

-Eww!

Your nasty breath is revenge enough!

-Let me get this straight.

Your big revenge plan was to have our mothers do your dirty

work for you?

That is so lame.

-The mind control corsages were a little something I

invented while working at W.O.O.H.P. I knew you little

goody goodies wouldn't be able to resist my flyer.

-That was you?

I can't believe they even let riff-raff

like you in our mall.

-Your mothers have done a wonderful job for me.

In fact, I'm thinking of keeping them.

My prison shrink said my lack of parental guidance is what

led to my life of crime.

-Oh, puh-lease!

Like my mom would even give you the time of day, let alone

motherly love.

-Is that so?

Stella, throw your daughter in the sauna.

Then come home with me and do my laundry.

-Oh, anything for my little Timmy.

-Mom!

Don't to it!

-Stop it!

Mom!

[laughing]

-Have a nice sauna, girls.

I'll be your last.

-But we're too young to have our last sauna.

[sizzling]

-We have got to get out of this nightmare and get our

real mothers back!

[beeping]

-Who could be calling at a time like this?

-I hope it's a locksmith.

[beeping]

-Hello?

-Hello, girls.

-Jerry?

-So sorry I hung up on you earlier.

I wanted to let you know that our former nemesis, Tim Scam,

has escaped from prison.

You should be on high alert in case he plans on paying you a

visit.

-That info's like so three hours ago.

-Jerry!

Are you on the roof?

Oh, that's it!

I've had enough of this nonsense!

It's obvious you need some guidance in your life.

You leave me no choice but to move into your hotel where I

can keep an eye on you.

-Oh, dear.

I have to run, ladies.

-Wait!

Jerry, we need--

help.

-Thanks for nothing, Jere.

Now what?

[music playing]

[sizzling]

-If only we had a good gadget.

-Alex, what are you doing?

It's already hard enough to breath in here.

-It's not me!

This W.O.O.H.P. gum has a mind of its own!

-I think I like it better when Jerry briefs us on how to use

our gadgets.

-Come on, girls.

Let's go burst Scam's bubble.

-And why exactly do you have your jet pack backpack with

you?

-I wanted to pack lightly, and all my suitcases were too big.

-This is about where we lost the signal before.

Scam's hideout should be around here somewhere.

-What's that over there?

-Let's check it out.

-If I knew how much fun it was to have a mother, I'd have

stolen one long ago.

-Don't get too used to it, pal.

-What are you girls still doing alive?

-Getting ready to kick your butt back to jail!

-Finish them off once and for all!

So long, ladies.

Enjoy your quality bonding time.

-Back off, mom.

Don't make me hurt you.

-You mean you would actually hurt your own mother?

-My own mother?

No.

You, yes.

-Well, in that case--

-What's the hurry, Scam?

-Ahhhh!

-Beat it!

Your mommy's calling you!

-I'll take that!

-Let's try a different channel.

-No!

No, don't do that!

-Timmy's been a bad boy.

-Timmy needs to be punished.

-Ah, no!

No!

No, get away!

-That's very disrespectful.

Let's wash that rude little mouth out with soap.

[punching]

-Should we show him some mercy?

-I guess we have to, for our moms' sake.

-What happened?

-Where are we?

-Who is this guy?

-Oh--

-Um, he's our tour guide!

He was showing us some of the caves on the island.

-Oh, how nice.

-What do you say we get back to the spa?

-Sounds good to me.

This slippery cafe floor makes me nervous.

-Yeah.

I can't believe I left the spa wearing this

revealing bathing suit.

-Hey, that tour guide looked like a nice young man.

You two would make a great couple.

-Mom, you have no idea how wrong you are.

-Another mission well done, girls.

-Thanks, Jerry.

So, how did things work out with your mother?

-I laid down the law and told her she had to let me have my

independence.

After all, it's ridiculous for a grown man to be taking

orders from his mummy.

[beeping]

-So where'd you put her up?

-The Beverly Plaza Inn.

I may need a raise to keep up the charade.

Hello?

-Jerry!

Where are you?

We have dinner plans!

-I'll be there momentarily, mother.

-Way to lay down the law, Jere.

[laughter]

-Well, hurry up!

I haven't got all night.

And bring some fresh towels while you're at it!