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[x-powder ringing]

[theme music]

[explosion]

MISSION CONTROL (OFFSCREEN): 10, 9, 8, 7, 6,

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.

[engines igniting]

[zap]

-Huh?

The computers are malfunctioning.

-Help!

We're out of control!

-What?

-I can't control it!

ASTRONAUT (OFFSCREEN): Hold on!

-One, two, three!

[gasps]

[shrieks]

-This is so rad!

-I can't believe it's all ours.

-How cool is it that our parents are letting us live

together while they're in Europe?

-Mega cool!

And speaking of cool, this neighborhood rocks.

-Yeah.

-I bet we live next to pop stars.

-[gasp]

Or movie stars.

-Or better yet, fashion designers.

-We are going to have the best time ever!

-Friends forever!

-Ah, you've got to scope out the beauty

parlor in the bathroom.

-You've got to see the pool and jacuzzi!

-[gasp]

You have to see this amazing view!

Wow!

[gasps]

-Dibs!

-Awesome!

-I said it first.

Ugh!

Give it up, girls.

This room is exactly what I need for my precious

collection of designer apparel.

This room practically screams Clover.

-Sorry, Clo, your clothes won't fit when my desk and

library are set up.

-Hello!

I totally need the space to practice my Tae Kwon Do.

Ah, hiya!

Ooh, ugh!

Hiya!

-Hiya, nothing.

My clothes need a home and this is it.

-But I'm the one who spends the most

time in my room studying.

-Hm?

[gasp]

-All right, enough.

We'll settle this like civilized friends and, uh,

pick names from a hat.

-Alex, you pick.

Clover.

-Yes!

You guys can totally come visit the room anytime you

want.

-Well, I guess fair is f--

hey, wait a minute.

Civilized friends, huh?

All the names in the hat say, Clover!

-Ew!

[gasps]

[screams]

-Whoa!

-You're not the only one with clothes.

-Yeah, Clover.

And you're not the only one with homework, Sam.

I have clothes, and homework, and Tae Kwon Do.

Hiya!

-While I appreciate the importance of this

intellectually stimulating debate, strange activity

occurring at the International Space Organization takes

precedence.

Hm.

-Whoa!

-Hey, Jer, welcome to the 21st century.

-Yeah, awesome redo.

Your office looks really cool now.

-Glad you like it.

-Yeah.

Now if we could only get him to wear clothes that match.

-If you're quite finished.

Aside from your upgraded 7.09 X-Powder, jet

pack, and bungee belt--

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Release me immediately.

-Who said that?

-What, not who.

Gadget Lending And Distribution Interactive

System, also known as G.L.A.D.I.S.

-G.L.A.D.I.S.?

-Oh, yes.

My computerized assistant.

I created it myself.

Hm, hm.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: So he believes.

-What do you need an assistant for?

We do all the work.

-I assure you, I'm quite busy all day long.

-This is way cool, Jerry.

-Thank you.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Thank you.

-Huh?

A word of caution, G.L.A.D.I.S. seems to be

developing a mind of her own.

-Machines don't have minds, Jerry.

They're incapable of thought, feeling, or--

uh-- aggression.

-Moving right along.

On this mission, Alex, you'll have the Scanner Biolab Watch.

-Huh?

[giggling]

It tickles.

-Huh?

JERRY (OFFSCREEN): Sam, you'll be assigned the Wind Tunnel

9000 Laser Tornado Blast Hair Dryer.

Clover, you'll have to Sonic Disintegrator Boombox.

-Uh, Jer, your G.L.A.D.I.S. seems to be a bit buggy.

-Hm?

I said, the Sonic Disintegrator Boombox,

G.L.A.D.I.S.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Negative.

-Don't negative me.

I wired you.

I can unwire you.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Double negative.

I hardwired myself into the mainframe.

-Wow, she, I mean, it does have a mind of its own.

-Ah, G.L.A.D.I.S. knows best.

-You'll also have a Super Range

Biodegradable Spitball Tracker.

Your saliva activates the tracking mechanism, but it

only lasts an hour, so you have to be quick about it.

And it has a bit of, uh, an aftertaste.

And I don't want to hear any if, ands, or buts.

Finally, I trust you'll appreciate the newest plug-in.

-Uh!

No way!

-Way.

[gasp]

[shrieks]

-Wow!

Awesome!

[gasps]

-Cool.

-No!

Agh!

[screams]

-Huh?

Whoa!

-OK, I just got here and I already, ah,

totally hate this mission.

-No!

Help us!

No!

Help!

-Oh, oh, oh my god!

Run!

-Whatever this weird force field is, it's

throwing out of whack.

-Roger, that.

My controls are fried.

Oh!

Agh!

-Reverse thrusters.

-Ugh!

Argh!

-Hang on, Alex.

-OK.

That didn't work.

I guess I need to kick in to turbo charge to pull the

shuttle free.

-Hit it!

-Whoa!

Help!

-Agh!

[siren]

-Agh!

[sirens]

-We went through all of that and the force field was just

about to disappear anyway?

-Not so fast.

-Uh!

Thank you, girls.

-Oh, thank you.

Oh, that was-- that was amazing.

-Thanks, very much.

-Huh?

[grunts]

-Someone stole our self-launchable satellite.

-Huh?

-I think we just fell for the old distraction trick.

-And with no sign of any clues, either.

-I guess we wait for Jerry's analysis of the

substance we collected.

[school bell ringing]

-Scissors, paper, rock.

-You'll just cheat again.

-How can you cheat at scissors, paper, rock?

-You'll find a way.

-Uh, well, then what do you suggest?

-I suggest we focus on the mission.

-How can you think of the mission during a time of major

personal crisis?

-Ha!

Don't you need a special license to wear

clothes that ugly?

Oh, hold that lame comeback, something just came up.

-Ow!

-Whoa!

-Now what were you about to-- huh?

-Jerry!

-I trust you weren't in the middle of anything urgent?

-Only at the most important decisions of our lives.

-Good, then it can wait.

-Uh!

-That sample you provided is an anti-gravity formula the

International Space Organization was working on

back in the '80s.

-You WHOOPed us just to tell us that?

X-Powder, hello, Jer!

We're just the press of a button away.

-Well, wait a minute, I read about that.

The research ended when the astronaut running the program

never returned from a mission.

-Precisely.

And no one else could decipher his exact formula.

-(EXASPERATED) X-Powder still a viable option.

-Can I get the formula?

I'd like to work on it.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Red Alert in sector four, Jerry.

-There's another theft in progress in a laboratory that

makes guidance systems.

-But look, all these codes, they're laser points.

Whoever it is hasn't even tripped the

motion detection alarm.

-How's that possible?

-Let me know when you find out.

-Huh?

Wait!

We still need to know who should get the bigger room.

-Well, that's simple.

-Who?

[shrieks]

-Ugh!

-Ugh!

-Sort of makes a sneak attack impossible.

One false move and our presence is revealed.

-So how did the thief get passed?

-Now is not the time for grooming, Clover.

-OK, first of all, there's never a bad

time for proper grooming.

And second, we'll just use the mirror to deflect the beams

away and clear a path.

-That's a great idea!

OK, bad idea.

-I can't believe my mirror failed me.

-Stand back, I have an idea.

Hiya!

Ooh, ha, ah.

Hiya!

Ew, uh, ugh, hiya.

I was thinking maybe we could do something like that.

-Hiya!

Ugh, ah, ha, ugh.

Yah!

Huh?

-Total launchpad deja vu.

-What?

That's probably how the thief got past the beams.

He floated.

-Huh, he's not floating now.

[growls]

-Not so fast, gravity boy!

[grunts]

-Whoa!

[whirring]

-Blah!

[grunts]

[whirring]

Ugh!

Go, go, go!

Yes!

-Come on, come on.

I think I have the formula deciphered.

I might be able to reverse the polarity.

[gasp]

-Alex, behind you!

[gasp]

-Ugh, got you!

-No, it's got us!

I'm too young to be diced like a tomato.

-I knew I should have stuck with the swim team.

-OK, getting an unwanted haircut, right now.

[grunts]

-OK, Sammy, how's that reversed

polar bear thingy coming?

-Polarity, and let's just say, I'm open to a backup plan.

-Hm?

Sling shot?

-Ugh!

-One, two, three!

Whoa!

Whoa!

[grunts]

-If I knew I was to going to be black and blue, I would

have accessorized differently.

Too bad we lost him.

-We didn't.

I hit him with the spitball.

-[gasp]

He's here!

He's right next to us.

-Oh, yeah.

I also swallowed one.

[beeping]

-[sigh]

You're interfering with the signal.

I can't track two at a time.

-What do you want me to do?

-Try eating a bran muffin.

-Hey, Jerry was right.

It doesn't last long.

-Perfect!

Now we can concentrate on--

ugh!

-So he's over there somewhere.

We'll find him.

How hard could it be?

-Trigonometry hard.

-Pass up a shoe sale hard.

-Why would someone want to bring a satellite and guidance

system way out here, anyway?

-It must be majorly important, like better phone reception,

or more cable channels!

-Hah!

Ooh!

-Somehow, Clover I think he's more than

a disgruntled consumer.

Hey, look!

That could be something.

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Whoa!

-Yeah, sweet digs.

-Great, you and Sam can stay here, and I'll take the big

bedroom back home.

[chuckles]

-Huh?

-Uh, nice hair.

No wonder he's hiding underground.

-Na, na, na, na, na.

Blah, blah.

Astronaut Major Snell, who was head of the anti-gravity

program and--

-Disappeared during a mission, never to be seen again, blah,

blah, blah.

-Hiya!

Uh, oh!

Whoa!

Ugh!

-Whoa!

Agh!

Humph, ooh, humph.

Agh!

Whoa!

-Whoa!

-Ooh, ah!

-Hm?

Ha, ha!

-Agh!

Oopsy, almost got carried away!

-Literally.

MAJOR SNELL (OFFSCREEN): You can't stop me.

Who in the world will know what I went through when they

abandoned in me in space?

-But you're back now.

Everything's OK.

-The only thing that kept me going was

the thought of revenge.

-Give it up Major Freak, it's three against one, and let's

face it--

-Ha, ha!

-Whoa!

-Good one, Clover, taunt the guy with the

anti-gravity device.

-Ha, ha!

-Think about what you're doing.

-I am.

I was alone for 20 years.

20 years!

Floating!

-All right, we get it.

Floating, helpless.

Jeez, get a new act.

-It's just that sort of attitude that

made me this way.

-I don't suppose you offer frequent flyer miles?

-You won't need them, cause you're not coming back.

This self-launching satellite will send my anti-gravity

machine into orbit around the earth, and blast the entire

population with anti-gravity!

Ah, ha, ha, ha!

Happy floating!

-Clockwise!

-I can't breathe.

-Whoa!

-Sam!

-How are we gonna stop the satellite?

-There's got to some sort of computer on this thing.

He had to program a destination, right?

We just have to reprogram it.

-Right!

You guys get that major pain in the butt,

I've got this covered.

Without gravity my hair will never look good again, and

that's unacceptable.

[tires squealing]

[screams]

-Hm, I don't know about this G.L.A.D.I.S.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: It looks fabulous.

-Huh?

Oh!

[screams]

[growling]

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Get him!

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Come on.

Ye-ei-ee!

Ah!

Agh!

[grunts]

-Whoa!

[grunts]

-[gasp]

No!

Bring it on, space cadet, I've had some practice myself.

-I've been expecting you.

Ooh!

-Whoa!

-Ugh!

Ugh!

-Woo hoo!

Anti-gravity rocks!

-Hargh!

Ugh!

All right, all right.

What good is revenge if people enjoy it?

-Have a little taste of defeat, Major Loser.

-Uh, ha, ha, ha.

Adios amigos.

-Uh, one space trip a day is enough for me, thank you.

-Whoa!

-Ha, ha!

Physics 101, Gravity!

-I can't wait to tell know -it-all G.L.A.D.I.S. we didn't

need the laser nail file after all!

-Ow!

I broke a nail.

[filing]

-Oh!

-Are you sure?

-You deserve it, after saving the world and our lives it's

the least we can give you.

[giggling]

-Friends forever!

-OK.

Gotta unpack.

Score!

The best bedroom in all of Beverly Hills.

And no one deserves it more than I do!

Ooh!

I wonder if the view is just as great?

Agh!

-Agh!

-Mandy?

-Clover?

-Um, guys?

Guys?

Really, it's not fair that I get the best room.

Really.

Who wants to trade?

Guys?

Guys!

-OK. it's like the ultimate coolest thing in the world

that our parents are letting us live together while their

on vacation, and all.

But it's-- it's just--

well, you know, Clover and Alex are like my total best

friends in the whole universe.

And, I mean, what if we don't get along as roomies?

What if Alex leaves the empty milk carton in fridge?

Or-- or Clover totally uses all the fabric

softener in one load?

Or what--

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Who left their wet towel on the floor?

-Oopsy!

Uh, I--