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THEME SONG: Here we go we're getting onto 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.

[doorbell ringing]

-Hello.

Are you the woman of the house?

-Why, yes.

I'm the woman of the house.

-Well, then, today is your lucky day.

I'd like to introduce you to our fabulous new line of Sally

Kaye Suburban Cosmetics.

-Uh!

[screaming]

-So when do I get my secret MIG pin?

-Huh?

-Immediately following your final initiation.

Just remember the first rule of MIG, no girls allowed.

If you mention the club to anyone, it's grounds for

immediate expulsion.

-No girls allowed, huh?

We'll see about that.

Hey, boys!

-Ah!

-What you talking about?

-Uh, nothing, Clover.

We were just debating what our overall body mass would weigh

on Mercury.

-Would that be with or without your MIG pins?

Ha, ha, ha.

-Ah!

-I wonder what everyone in school would think of your

secret club.

I think I'll go take a poll.

-Oh, hold it!

Nigel, keep lookout.

You wouldn't be interested.

It's just a boring club that does boring boy things.

That's why girls aren't allowed.

-Hello, I'm not just any girl.

If you want your club to have any credibility whatsoever,

you need a member like yours truly.

And I won't take no for an answer.

-OK.

We'll have to check with the QB and get back with you.

-Yeah, you do that.

But don't take too long.

So I said, I won't to take no for an answer.

And he said he'd have to check with the QB, whatever that

means.

-Wow, a secret club.

That sounds so mysterious and exciting, Clover!

-Yeah.

Now, what exactly does this club do again?

-Who knows what those geeks do?

And who cares?

The point is no one shuts Clover out of any campus club.

[crashing noises]

-Uh!

-Ah!

-Some senior's probably stuffed a freshman in the

closet as a prank.

-They used to stuff me behind the soda machine.

-Ah!

Whoa!

Ah!

-Sorry about that, ladies.

Sometimes the WOOHP tunnels get a bit crossed up.

-Do us a favor and uncross them before you woohp us

again, Jer.

-Girls, allow me to introduce you to my new assistant, Dina.

-Hi.

-It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

I'm thoroughly impressed with your work.

-Thanks.

Welcome to the WOOHP team.

-Uh!

-It has come to WOOHP's attention that there has been

a silent and disturbing phenomena

occurring across the world.

And it has now reached the United States.

-Wow, can you get The Shopping Channel on that thing?

-Mm-hmm.

It seems that peaceful woman are suddenly acting

aggressively, lashing out at friends,

coworkers, and strangers.

Each light on the map represents where attacks have

occurred.

-Wow, that's a lot of lights.

-Precisely.

We haven't been able to get to the bottom of this anomaly.

That's where you girls come in.

Thank you, Dina.

I don't know how I got along without you.

Now for the gadgets.

Expandable cable bungee belts, Windtunnel 3,000 Tornado Blast

hairdryer, 24-exposure mini-barrette camera, coiled

rope hair bun, and the

ever-faithful jetpack backpacks.

-Ah!

-Look how cute this little camera--

-Ah!

Whoo!

-[sigh]

How about some tea, Dina?

And some of those wonderful, home-made

cookies you brought in?

-I recommend ginseng.

It'll give you a nice, healthy energy boost.

-Hello?

-Ms. Jones?

-That's weird.

The receptionist said she was in.

-I say we take this opportunity to

look for some clues.

Keep an eye on the door.

[whimpering]

-Ah!

-Ms. Jones?

-Did that ruffian woman send you to finish me off?

-No!

As a matter of fact, we're from WOOHP.

And we're investigating your case.

-Ah!

-Oh my!

-Good luck finding a turtleneck that'll fit over

that thing.

-Uh, Ms. Jones, do you have any idea what

provoked your attacker?

-Maybe all the orange you were wearing made her go berserk.

You know, like red makes bulls crazy?

-I've always found my outfit to be very soothing.

It's almost as if the very fact that I was selling beauty

products infuriated her.

All of a sudden, her eyes, they started glowing red.

And she put me in a headlock.

-Hm.

-According to Ms. Jones' police report, whoever

attacked her used an entire arsenal of wrestling moves.

-If you asked me, I think she's still reeling from the

effects of the attack.

What was that nonsense about the attacker's

eyes glowing red?

-Hey, an email.

It's an invitation to some event called Women of

Wrestling tonight in Beverly Hills.

-Who'd want to go to some sweaty,

stinky wrestling match?

-Me, if it was called Hunky Men of Wrestling.

-Yeah, I'll pass.

OK, next stop, McAllen, Texas.

Apparently, a team of male bowlers were attacked by a mob

of angry women.

-Whoa!

-All the women were big, buff, and very aggressive.

They came out of nowhere and ambushed us

right here on the lanes.

-So you didn't provoke the attack?

Not unless minding your own business provokes them.

The strangest thing was Mrs. Dinsmore, the alley owner, she

was one of them.

I've never seen her act like that before.

-OK, that bowling shirt is enough to send anyone into a

fit of rage.

-Maybe we should check Mrs. Dinsmore's office for clues.

-Let's see if the alley security system

recorded the attack.

-Hey!

-Help!

-Hey!

Leave me alone!

-Look!

The women are using wrestling moves to thrash those bowlers,

just like in Ms. Jones's police report.

-OK, I'm getting a distinct wrestling vibe

from all these attacks.

If only we could figure out the connection.

-Hey guys, check out this screensaver.

W.O.W.?

-Hey, that's the same invitation

I got earlier today.

But it's addressed to Mary Dinsmore.

-I think we might have just found that wrestling

connection you were looking for, Sammy.

-Huh.

It's invitation only.

Looks like you guys are going to have to

find another way in.

-No prob.

Come on, Alex.

-Invitation?

[cheering]

-Welcome to the show, sister.

[cheering]

-Yah!

-Yah!

[cheering]

-Do they hold these W.O.W. events here often?

-This is the first I heard of it.

I just got the invitation this morning.

-Yeah, so did I.

-Let's get ready to wrestle.

[cheering]

-Kill!

-Let's see if those Amazons left any clues back here.

-Just keep a low profile.

I don't want to end up on the wrong end of

one of their headlocks.

Uh!

-The last night of recruiting is upon us.

The sisterhood shall finally prevail.

-Ow!

Mm.

-Did you see how big those women were?

-Yeah, and I felt it, too.

-Let's check out that room.

There's an air vent above the door.

-This is it.

Uh!

There's more junk in here than in Jerry's closet.

Uh!

[cell ringing]

-Hi, Clove.

It's Mandy.

-Mandy?

Listen, I don't know what boy you think I stole from you,

but this isn't the time.

-Ah, it's nothing like that.

I just wanted to tell you that I heard you wanted to join

that secret boys' club.

-Wait, how do you know about that?

-Oh, please.

I'm only, like, the most in the know

person at Beverly High.

-So what's it to you?

-Just an FYI, I've been putting pressure on the boys

to allow you to join.

Us girls have to stick together.

Later!

-I wonder what she's trying to trying to pull.

-Uh!

-Ga!

Wa!

[cheering]

-Yeah!

You go, girl!

-[yelling]

[cheering]

-Now to expand my army.

-Oh!

Oh!

-Tonight, the sisterhood is gaining power.

Tomorrow, we shall take our rightful place in this world

after eradicating all men and the women who are not the

chosen ones.

[growling]

[cheering]

[screaming]

-And they say wrestling doesn't promote violence.

This is crazy.

We've got to find Sam.

-In this crowd?

How?

-Jetpack backpacks.

[screaming]

-There she is!

-Sam, am I glad we found you!

-Hello, rude much?

What's with the cold shoulder treatment?

-[growling]

You are enemies of the sisterhood.

[screaming]

-Stop it, Sam!

Why are you acting this way?

-The fire of our cause burns deep inside that one.

Bring her to me.

[screaming]

-Uh!

-Hm hm.

[screaming]

-You'd think WOOHP could make a garbage-proof uniform.

-Where did everybody go?

-I'd better call Jer.

-Hello, girls.

How's the mission going?

-The mission totally reeks.

Sam turned into a raging nutcase and attacked us.

-Oh, my.

That isn't good.

-Jerry, do you have any info on something called The

Sisterhood?

-I suggest we check WOOHP's world-wide database.

Let me bring it up for you.

-Thank you, Dina.

-Mm!

-Well, it appears The Sisterhood is an ancient group

of warrior women.

Long believed to be a myth, their goal was to be the

supreme rulers of the Earth by eliminating all

men and weak females.

-Thanks, Jer.

We're going to send you digital images of some clues

we just collected.

-Excellent.

Ta-ta.

-This whole Sisterhood business sounds like a bunch

of superstitious garbage to me.

-I don't know.

Sam was acting pretty freaky.

-Whoah!

-Let's check out our clues.

Here's that weird book I saw.

What do you think it is?

-Looks like some sort of list.

Hey!

There's Sam's name, and Sam's mom's name, and her

grandmother's name!

-Look, there's Mary Dinsmore's name, and her mother's name.

It's like a family tree.

-And all the names lead back to Ariel.

This must be the female lineage of The Sisterhood.

That's how Ariel tracks down her warriors.

-Then Ariel invites them to a wrestling show and somehow

hypnotizes them.

-But then where does she take them?

-Maybe Ariel's footprint can tell us something.

Ariel's footprint is 100% volcanic ash that's found only

at Mount St. Helens.

-I bet that's where we'll find Ariel's hideout,

and hopefully Sam.

-Girls, I've broke the code of the stone calendar.

well, with a little help from Dina.

It seems the sisterhood stone must be used when the first

full moon of fall appears.

This year, it lands on November 2.

-Uh!

That's at midnight tonight!

-We have less than two hours to stop Ariel and save Sam.

-Well then, you'd better get going.

-All right.

Let's move fast while we have the element of--

[screaming]

-Huh?

[screaming]

-surprise.

-Well, well.

What do we have here?

A couple of pathetic girly-girls

trying to ruin my plans.

-You're calling us pathetic?

You're the one trying to take over the world with wrestling.

-Bring them to the proving ground.

-I don't like the sound of that.

-I've waited too long for this night to let it be spoiled by

a pair of hyperactive teenage brats.

[growling]

-Sam!

-Extinction to the unworthy.

-They say you only hurt the ones you love.

Your spy girlfriend is going to prove that true.

[laughter]

-11:50.

We only have 10 minutes left to stop Ariel.

-Sam, snap out of it.

It's us, Alex and Clover.

-Remember, we're your best friends in

the whole, wide world?

-Enemies of The Sisterhood are no friends of mine.

-OK, Sam, the bloodshot eyes and the hissing thing is

getting a little old.

[screaming]

-Perfect alignment of the universe is mere minutes away.

I will awaken our fellow sisters worldwide.

And we will rise up and take what is rightfully ours.

Long live The Sisterhood.

-Long live The Sisterhood.

Long live The Sisterhood.

-Ha!

-Ah!

[screaming]

-Submit now and I shall bring about your demise mercifully.

-OK, how about I submit now and we both get a relaxing

chai latte and talk things over?

[screaming]

-Nothing personal, but we're not ready for demise just yet.

Ha!

-What's going on?

How did I get here?

Wh-- why am I covered in mud?

-Don't you remember?

-Remember what?

-You've been under Ariel's hypnotic trance since the

wrestling show.

You're one of the chosen ones.

-Why would I be a chosen one?

-Blame your great, great, great, grandmother.

She was a chosen one.

It's in your blood.

-That is superstitious nonsense.

There must be some other explanation.

-OK, that's what I thought at first.

But two seconds ago, your eyes were glowing and you were

trying to pummel us.

Uh!

The mud must be blocking up the power of Ariel's stone.

-Uh!

We only have three minutes to stop Ariel!

[laughter]

-90 seconds!

-Get rid of them.

[grunting]

-Wrestle your way out of that.

-It's starting.

[screaming]

-Long live The Sisterhood!

-Your day is over, sister.

-My day has just begun.

-Ah!

Oh!

Yah--

oh.

Uh!

Must fight it.

-Come back to me.

It's your destiny to be a warrior.

-Ah.

Volcanic ash.

Uh!

-No!

Oh!

No!

Ah!

-Uh!

Uh!

-Ah!

-Oh.

-Take that!

Ha!

[screaming]

[gasping]

-I don't think this assistant job is going

to work out, Dina.

-I'll be back.

And one day, The Sisterhood shall reign supreme!

-It's like she just disappeared.

Where'd she go?

-Who cares, as long as she's gone?

-Something tells me we haven't seen the last of Ariel.

-Where are we going?

-Hurry up.

It's a big surprise.

-Hey, what's going on?

-Silence, pledge!

Do you promise to never mention our secret club to

anyone, to uphold the MIG code of honor, and, above all else,

promise your love and support to the QB?

-Um, I guess so.

-Then by the power vested in me as your appointed leader, I

swear you in and declare you an official member of MIG.

-Uh!

All right.

This is more like it.

Now, does someone want to tell me what this QB

business is all about?

-You mean the queen bee, the queen of MIG?

-OK, so what's MIG?

-Mandy is great.

Our club celebrates the most beautiful girl in school.

-Uh!

Mandy's the QB?

-Of course I am!

-Queen bee!

Queen bee!

-Now, for your initiation, massage my feet

with this dove feather.

It's the only thing that relaxes me after

a long day at school.

-Let me out of here!

-There's no out.

Once you're in, you're a member for life.

-Any time now, Clover.

Don't keep the queen bee waiting.

-Ah!

[laughter]

[screaming]