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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.

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.

[crowd cheering]

-Welcome back to Brain Busters!

OK.

It's time for the do or die round.

First answer correctly wins.

[beep]

-OK players, your question.

Name the isotope whose nuclear fission supplies energy for

atomic explosions.

[electronic buzzer]

-Oh, yes.

Of course, that's easy.

The answer obviously is the--

well, uh, the answer is--

[buzzer]

-Ooh!

Time's up.

Sorry, Professor.

Margie?

-I'm guessing that's the uranium 235.

-Correct!

For the third week in a row, you're our grand prize winner!

[crowd cheering]

[school bell ringing]

-Now, who can name the four chronological eras of Earth?

Sam?

-OK.

Precambrian, Paleozoic, Mesozoic, and Cenozoic.

-Well, that's exactly right.

-Wow, how do you do it, Sam?

I mean, when I try to memorize all that zoic stuff, all I get

is a headache.

-I don't know.

I just read it and then its, like,

stuck in my mind forever.

Kind of dorky, huh?

-Dorky?

More like lucky.

Hey, maybe we can grab some sushi tomorrow, after school,

and you could give me a few pointers?

-Sure.

Sounds great.

-Hurry up, Sam.

You're going to be late for your date

with fame and fortune.

[gasp]

-You're right.

It's Brain Buster time.

-Um, actually, it's hair and makeup time.

No girlfriend of mine's going on TV before

she's camera ready.

-Today's the day Sammy gets to be on a game

show and win megabucks.

-Sorry, Zach, gotta go.

-Is it me, or does the set look much bigger on TV?

-That's the magic of Hollywood, my dear.

-Wink Weatherdale?

-Ha, ha.

-Speaking of magic, I can't believe how real you look in

person, Wink.

-Amazing, isn't it?

But enough about me.

I'm here to welcome Sam to the show.

Ready to challenge Margie for lots of cash and prizes?

-Bring it on.

[screaming and thumping]

-No wire hangers, you got me, bucko?

Winkie, is this how the returning champ gets treated?

This blouse is 85% genuine silk, for crying out loud.

-We'll take care of it right away, Margie.

[zap]

-Ooh, that's our cue, ladies.

-Good luck, hun, you've gonna need it.

-Uh.

-She seems nice.

-For 100 points, this famous person is the reason we have

sandwiches.

[electronic buzzer]

-That would be, uh--

uh--

would-- would be--

[electronic buzzer]

-Margie?

-That's got to be the Earl of Sandwich.

-The Earl of Sandwich is correct.

[crowd cheering]

[electronic buzzer]

-I know this one.

It's, uh, it's, it's--

it's, um--

[electronic buzzer]

Is it vernal equinox?

-Ooh!

Correct a mundo again!

[crowd cheering]

-Is it shredded wheat?

[electronic buzzer]

[crowd cheering]

-Time's up.

-Ugh!

[pop]

[pop]

[crowd cheering]

-OK, contestants.

It's do or die time.

Here's the question.

In order, what are Earth's four chronological eras?

-That is so easy.

I just answered this in Science class, today.

-She's going to get this one, for sure.

-Totally.

Science is her best subject.

-It's, um , OK.

The first, um, it's-- no, it's--

-Margie?

-OK.

You got your Precambrian Era.

You got your Paleozoic Era, OK, there's another era, it's

on the tip of my tongue.

[electronic whirring]

[school bell ringing]

-It was so weird.

Wink would ask a question and I would know the answer.

But when I buzzed in, I just totally blanked.

-Probably just a bad case of stage fright.

-Yeah.

Either that or the buzzer sucked out part of your brain.

[laughing]

-Ha, ha.

Now if you're through with the fun at my expense fest, I

believe we're due for a mid-morning makeup check.

-Um, is it me, or is she a little off course?

-Off course?

She's off her rocker.

-Come on, we've got to stop her.

-Hey, what are you doing?

-How about saving you from total humiliation?

This is the boy's bathroom.

-Ha!

Oopsy.

Guess I wasn't paying attention.

Aw, forget the makeup check, let's just get our books and

go to class.

-Hm.

[grunts]

-Come on, you dumb locker, open up.

-What's the matter?

Did you forget your combination?

-Forget my combination?

That's like the dumbest question ever, Clovis.

-Clovis?

-Uh, Sam, her name is Clover.

-That's what I said, Allegra.

-Um, OK, I was just kidding about the brain

sucking thing before.

[gasp]

-Sammy, are you feeling OK?

-I am fine.

Gosh, if I could just figure out why there's no smoothie

stand at this mall.

-OK.

This just went from amusing to 911, call Jerry, quick.

Serious.

[beep]

[screams]

-Hello, ladies.

What seems to be the problem?

-Sam's the problem.

Ever since she was on that Brain Buster show, she's been

acting

"tres bizzarro." -Yeah.

Forgetting things, and spacing out, and stuff.

She practically walked into the boys bathroom at school.

-But, Clovis and Allegra saved me.

-Ah?

Yes, I'll have W.H.O.O.P. run some tests right away.

In the meantime, you two should check out Brain Drains

ex-contestants.

See if anyone else is having forgetfulness problems, like

Sam.

-We're on it, Jer.

-Not just yet.

There's still the matter of the gadgets.

[beep]

-Today we have x-ray sunglasses, lipstick lasers,

mini smoke bombs, and some newly modified

nuclear powered jet boots.

-Oh!

What's newly modified about them?

-Glad you asked.

This.

[screams]

-Hm?

-This is it, the home of Professor Augustus Claiborne.

-It says here, he hasn't returned to work since he lost

on the game show, two weeks ago.

-That's a long time to just sit around and play with your

parting gifts.

[door bell]

-Can I help you?

-Yeah, we're here to see the Professor.

We're, um, we're his students.

-Well then, you should know that the Professor isn't

feeling well.

-It'll only take a sec.

We just want to say hi.

-Well, all right. if it will only take a second.

[laughing maniacally]

-Ooh.

Ooh, look out there.

Ooh, ooh.

-Whoa, looks like the Prof had a little problem

dressing this morning.

-It's every morning.

Ever since he went on that ridiculous show he can't

remember anything.

-Ha, ha.

Hoo, hoo.

Oh, hello, ladies.

I'd love to chat, but it's a bit past my bed time.

Nightie night.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Hoo.

Ooh, look out, now.

-I think you guys should go now.

I appreciate you stopping by.

-OK.

This is so not good.

-For the Professor, or for Sam?

-For both!

We better call Jer, ASAP.

-Brainwave test number one.

Short-term memory visuals.

[phone ringing]

-Any news, spies?

-We just checked on an ex-Brain Buster contestant.

In two weeks he's gone from brainy professor

to brainless goof.

He tried to go to bed inside a clock.

-Oh, my.

-How is Sam doing?

-Sam?

Oh, well she's--

[gasp]

Oh, my.

-Jer, what's wrong?

-Uh, well, nothing to worry yourself about.

Both you and Alex should investigate the

game show set promptly.

Ta ta.

-Ah!

Oh!

Ooh, pretty light.

[car horns]

-Whoa!

-It's about time, Miss Tutor.

[giggles]

-Do I know you?

-Yeah, you know me.

I'm Zach.

Science glass, remember?

-Uh--

-Oh, OK, I get it.

It's a joke.

-Mm!

(MUMBLING).

-Uh, maybe we should order.

You seem kind of hungry.

TOUR GUIDE (OFFSCREEN): And this is the famous Brain

Buster set where everybody's favorite waitress, Margie,

goes for $10 million in tomorrow's Battle of Geniuses.

Now, follow me to the studio's famous cowboy western set.

-OK.

10 minutes till the next tour.

Let's get to work.

-We should start with Wink's podium.

-Looks like this podium is more than just a place for

Wink's cue cards.

-Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to play Brain Buster's.

OK, that's weird.

-What's weird?

Pictures of brains?

I don't get it.

-Red drains into blue.

Alex, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

[gasp]

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): That somehow those capsules suck out

intelligence?

-Exactly.

Our Sammy's been brain drained.

-I knew a guy with teeth that white wasn't to be trusted.

-Hey, you!

-Hey, what do you too think you're doing?

[gasp]

-Looks like the next tour came early.

What are we gonna do?

-Mic check.

-Get back here!

-Push!

Ugh!

Ugh!

[moans]

-Oh, so sorry.

-How 'bout we start with plate tectonics?

[giggles]

-Sam, are you OK?

-Sam, there you are.

Marvelous.

-Hey, let go, buddy.

-Yeah , let go, buddy.

The lady doesn't know you.

-Oh, no, no, no.

You misunderstand, I'm Sam's uncle.

Uncle Buddy.

Yes, that's it.

Sam called me to pick her up.

Ready to go, dear?

Oh, my.

I had so hoped it wouldn't come to this.

Oh, look!

A three-headed man on a donkey!

-Agh!

[giggles]

[phone ringing]

-Game show report, ladies?

-Yeah.

Wink's a fink.

-Pardon me?

-Poor Sam's been brain drained, Jer.

The contestant capsule sucks out a player's intelligence

and makes them forget answers.

-Any idea what happens to the drained intelligence?

-Security guards came before we could find out.

We're gonna have to sneak back in.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Any news on Sam's tests?

-Sam?

Oh, uh, Sam's perfect.

Just perfect.

She even took a little walk this afternoon.

-Ugh!

-Time to open a capsule and see what we can find.

-Hopefully, it'll be Sammy's brain.

[grunts]

-Hold on!

Looks like we're going for a ride.

[screams]

-Huh?

-Whoa!

Now this is what I call one nice dressing room.

-Dressing room?

More like some kind of bad guy basement hideout.

MARGIE (OFFSCREEN): Ow.

Ow, you're killing me.

-That sounds like Margie.

MARGIE (OFFSCREEN): Stop!

-Sorry, Wink, but there'll be no brain sucking contestants

on my watch.

Spies to the rescue.

-Agh!

[screams]

-Hey, what gives?

I still had 15 minutes of Shiatsu left. (YELLING) Wink!

-Oopsy.

[moaning]

[gasp]

-Welcome to Wink and Margie's sound-proof

booth of doom, ladies.

-Wink and Margie?

You mean she's in on this, too?

-You got it, doll face.

-The only doll face around here is you.

I mean, hello, blue eye shadow much.

-You should respect your elders, young lady.

Especially one with an IQ of 192 and growing.

-Growing?

So that's what you're doing with the contestant's brains,

giving them to Margie?

-Well, intelligence is not something you could buy in a

store, is it?

-Excuse me, but sucking out innocent people's brains is,

like, majorly evil.

-Well, evil, sure.

But Winkie and I realized you got to bend a few rules to

become rich and famous.

-And powerful.

After tonight's Battle of the Geniuses Margie's brain power

will be that of a thousand supercomputers.

We will be unstoppable.

First, rulers of all television.

Then, rulers of the world.

-Plus we get 10 million smack-a-roonies.

-That's right, sweet stuff.

-Ew!

-Ew, gross!

Like we aren't being tortured enough all ready.

-Ooh, the show beckons.

Unfortunately, there's not enough oxygen for you to make

it until the first commercial.

Bye, bye, ladies.

-Divide and conquer round, geniuses.

I give you the division problem, you give me the

answer to conquer your opponents.

And here we go.

What number equals the year the spirally grooved rifle

barrel was introduced, divided by 10 to the negative 5th?

-Uh.

-Oh.

-Uh.

-Um.

[electronic buzzer]

-15 million, 200,000.

-Right again, Margie!

[crowd cheering]

-How do you do it?

[electronic beeps]

-Get ready to tuck and roll.

Uh!

-Awesome!

How did you--

-Old racket ball trick shot.

We'll play some time.

Now let's get out of here.

-OK players, the category is weird science.

Chromosomes are to pheromones as pizza is to--

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Sorry, Wink, you've been pre-empted.

[screams]

-Winkie, do something.

[electronic buzzing]

-Look out!

-Whoa, we gotta ask Jer to buy us a couple of those mics.

-Time to take Wink off the air.

-We've gotta stop them.

Margie's got all of Sam's intelligence locked up inside

that giant beehive head of hers.

Ladies, start your engines.

[screams]

[gasp]

-They're getting away!

-Give me a blast from your jet boots.

[screams]

-Too much afterburner.

[gasps]

[screams]

[horse neighing]

-Let's ride, partner!

Ugh!

Time to rope 'em and ride 'em.

[screams]

[screams]

-Sorry, Sis, we gotta cut you loose.

Ugh!

[screams]

-Got ya!

-So, you girls want to hang around, all righty

then, enjoy the ride.

[screams]

-This is definitely not my idea of a fun studio tour.

-We have to let go and jet boot.

-If we do that, Wink gets away with Sammy's brainpower.

-Bingo!

One bad guy going down.

-Thanks, for playing, Wink and Margie.

Unfortunately, your today's grand prize losers!

[electronic beeping]

-You're sure this will work, Jer?

-Oh, yes.

With Sam and Margie switching capsules, Margie will be the

brain drained contestant this time.

-Ugh!

Agh!

Agh!

Ow!

-Hello, Sam.

-Are you there? there?

-Mm.

Clover, Alex, what's going on?

-She said Clover!

-Yay!

Our best friend's back.

-Whoa!

My head.

I gotta lie down.

-You'll have plenty of time to rest in prison now.

But there are some ex-contestants

we must visit first.

[moaning]

[school bell ringing]

-Tutor damage control time.

-Um, hi, Zach.

You know, about the other day at the Sushi Bar.

-Oh, hey, forget it.

It's history.

Besides, I found another tutor.

-Another tutor?

-That's right Sammy-kins.

Zach needs a study buddy with half a brain.

Someone who knows the difference between a hand

towel and a hand roll.

Ha!

Bye, bye.

-Half a brain is right.

Mandy's about as sharp as a week old nail file.

-That's OK.

She can have him.

-Huh?

-I mean, really.

Who wants to go out with a guy who would fall for Jerry's

lame, look a three-headed man on a donkey, trick?

JERRY (OFFSCREEN): I heard that, ladies.

[laughter]