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[x-powder ringing]

[theme music playing]

[explosion]

[crowd hollering]

-Better let them in before they break the doors down.

Hm, guess I should have ordered another truckload of

those new computers.

[gasp]

[screams]

-Come on, girls, while we're young.

I've got a schedule to keep.

-Easy, Clover, we need to fuel up before we go power

shopping with you.

-Extra large, double espresso, triple sugar.

-That's some serious fueling up.

-Right on time.

OK.

You guys chill while I go on a few dates.

[gasps]

-A few dates?

-I thought we were going shopping?

This will take all day.

-No, it won't.

Trust me.

It's called hypersonic dating.

-Hyper what, who dating?

-It makes speed dating look like a long-term commitment.

-Huh?

-I'll be done in a sec.

-Huh?

-So what's your sign?

-I a Sag.

-Uh, huh.

OK.

Thanks.

-Uh--

-And what kind of music do you like?

-Um.

-Wow, me too.

On a date would you rather go dancing, roller blading, or

stay in and watch a movie?

Take your time.

-Hm?

-Time's up.

Hm.

-Clover is going to be through a year's worth of guys before

the day is out.

-She's going to be through before I'm done with my latte.

-That's it.

Let go shopping.

-Uh, I hope she doesn't mean hypersonic shopping.

So how did the dates go?

-Great!

Boys number 3, 9, and 14 all get second dates.

I'm going to date all of them for an entire minute to get

know them better.

-So you could have a new boyfriend by lunch.

-And break up with him by dinner time.

-And make up with him before the mall closes.

Isn't this the best?

-Hm?

[whirring]

-Hm?

Ew, what's that noise?

-Oh, do you know what's going on?

-What's going on?

[shriek]

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): It's coming right for us.

[electronic buzzing]

[explosion]

[grunts]

-Now that's what I call power shopping.

-That's what I call trashing our mall!

-OK.

Nobody trashes my mall, or out-shops me.

Let's get 'em.

[screams]

[brakes squealing]

[gasps]

-[gasp]

They just vanished!

-Vanished into a tacky purple cloud, I might add.

-Did you notice anything about that gadget he used on us?

It was almost an exact copy of the Wind Tunnel 9000 Tornado

Blast hair dryer!

I'd better call Jerry.

OK, either my X-Powder isn't working,

or Jerry's not answering.

-(DISGUSTEDLY) Hasn't he heard of call waiting?

It's like he's living in the past.

-We'll just have to go to WOOHP And see him in person.

Looks like Jerry's giving WOOHP a face lift and forgot

to tell us.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Hey, check out the weird new kind of

roller blades.

-Alex, that's the old kind.

Jerry must be disguising WOOHP as a roller rink.

-See, always living in the past.

-[sigh]

Still no answer on the X-Powder.

-Do you think he shut down WOOHP and went on vacation?

-Let's find out.

[grunts]

[gasp]

-WOOHP is gone!

The building is gutted.

-Do you think Jer could have moved WOOHP without telling

us?

-That would mean we're fired!

-So instead of firing us in person, he just stops calling?

Uh!

He is such a boy.

[dialing]

-Forget it, Sam, he's not going to answer.

-I'm trying to tap into the police network.

-Sam!

This is no time to file a missing person report.

-This is bigger than just Jerry, WOOHP is missing.

And I bet that disco van and the purple clad has something

to do with it.

Here it is!

That freaky van has been involved in two robberies,

both at electronics stores.

-So they're targeting electronics, good.

At least we know where to expect them to hit next.

-Hiya!

-Stake-outs are so boring.

I know, I'll set up some more hypersonic dates.

-Ugh!

That will take longer than the dates themselves.

-What's the deal?

My phone is cutting out.

[gasps]

-Clover, turn it off.

It's starting again.

[whirring]

-Ugh!

[grunts]

-Get him!

We're supposed to be ready for this.

-Well, he just came out of nowhere.

-Look out!

[screams]

-He's going to crash!

-Now we're going to crash.

Sam, hit the brakes!

-No, this could be our last chance to find out what

happened to Jerry.

[screams]

-Hey, it's the middle of the day!

And what happened to the brick wall?

-[gasp]

What happened to all the stores?

-There's that freaky van, ask them.

-I'm on it!

-You're losing them.

-If only we had one of Jerry's gadgets.

Alex, see if there's something in the glove compartment.

-Let's see, sunglasses, address book.

Nope.

Hey, look!

That's with Jerry at the WOOHP New Year's Eve party.

-Oh, you look so cute in that outfit.

Uh, and if I could just get my hair to stay that way.

-Hello!

We need a gadget.

-Hey, this hair clip is a tracking device.

-You're going to have to get closer.

-Hang on.

-Whoa!

Whoa!

-Closer.

Ugh!

Hey, keep it steady.

Agh!

Whoa!

-I don't get it.

This road should go right past Beverly High.

-Hey, there's the school right there, sort of.

-It's almost like Beverly High, but without the fashion

sense.

-Yeah.

I don't even recognize anybody in all this '70s stuff.

I guess trends change overnight.

-Uh, ha, ha.

Nice outfits, girls.

Waiting for the mother ship to pick you up?

-[gasp]

Mandy?

-What?

I'm Phoebe, but I like that name.

Maybe I'll name my first daughter Mandy.

Ha, ha.

-Stop messing with us, Mandy.

What happened to Beverly Hills, and what is up with

your hippie getup?

-Don't be such a square, man.

Fashion is just a lot of superficial jive.

Here, I wrote a column about it in the school paper.

Peace!

-It's like we're on another planet.

-Not another planet, another time.

Check out the date on this paper, it's 1975.

-[gasp]

We're in the '70s?

That means no cell phones, or CDs, or personal computers.

-It's like prehistoric times.

-And all the guys I'm hypersonic dating, they're not

even born yet.

-Guys, calm down.

That van must have jumped through some kind of time

portal, and we did too.

That means, we can get back to our own century.

But in the meantime, let's not attract any more attention.

[beep]

SAM (OFFSCREEN): How do I look?

[chuckles]

-Can you say groovy?

[beep]

-Not bad.

[beep]

-Styles may come and go, but I like fabulous

in just about anything.

-Oh, I wonder if the X-Powder works on the car?

[beep]

[gasps]

-Hey, it does work!

Jerry makes the best gadgets.

-The tracker says the van is this way.

Take a left into this parking lot.

-It looks like the time machine is at a loading dock

in the back.

So we'll go in front.

-What's this?

Too big to be a cell phone.

-That's an 8-track cassette.

It's like a primitive CD.

This is a phone.

-Ooh!

-Whoa, Alex, look out!

-Alex, are you OK?

-Get me out of this weird chair.

-All of these '70's gadgets are just like gadgets.

WOOHP gadgets.

-Yeah, they're just slightly ahead of their time.

[brakes squealing]

-Bro, any of those jive turkeys on the flip side give

you any trouble?

-Look, mellow out, man.

Everything's out of sight, all right?

Got enough groovy parts for hundreds of far out gadgets.

And the new time-space fog emitter works even better than

the prototype.

-Right on!

Slide me some skin, man.

-Right on!

-[gasp]

What are they talking about?

-There's something creepy about that driver.

I don't know what it is, but he's-- he's--

[gasps]

-He's Jerry!

-But with a really bad '70s look!

-Hey, who are these foxy ladies?

And how did they know my name, eh?

-Dig it.

They're evil spies from the future, but don't worry.

Um.

Our disco chicks got all of the Kung Fu moves.

-Unfortunately for you, we're trained in Kung WOOHP Hiya!

Ai-ya!

[grunts]

[crash]

-Huh?

-Time to change the mood with my mood ring.

-No way, Jer, you're not using a gadget on us!

[whirring]

-Hiya!

[gasp]

Hiya!

Ugh!

-Hah!

-What are you gonna do now, Jer?

Stop us with lame '70s music?

-Hwah!

[gasps]

-Ugh!

-Jerry, what's going on?

Don't your know us?

-Hm?

-Yeah.

We're like your best and cutest WOOHP agents.

-Actually, since we're in the past, you should starting

WOOHP right about now.

-Look, if you know about the World Organization Of Human

Protection, then you must be from the future, since BG and

I haven't started WOOHP yet, man.

-BG?

-Boogie Gus, the boss man of WOOHP and genius inventor of

time travel.

-Yeah, what's with that?

Why are you stealing technology from the future?

-To get a jump on you evildoers, of course.

That was BG's idea, too.

-I'll take it from here, man.

Get the van ready, so we can book it out of this time zone.

-Hey, listen Booger Gus, you may have Jer conned, but we

know he's the one that started WOOHP.

-Yeah, and frankly, you don't look smart enough to invent a

time machine.

[gasp]

-WOOHP, the World Organization Of Harming People, is my own

far out and solid idea.

But you're right, Jerry did invent the time machine.

And I was smart enough to steal it.

[gasps]

-I'm from the future, like you.

And I worked at WOOHP, too, as part of the custodial staff.

But I snagged the time machine when no one was looking and

brought it back to the '70s.

-Why did you pick such a lame decade to travel to?

-To get to Jerry before he started the real WOOHP.

[screams]

-Foxy and intelligent.

Right on!

Besides, the '70s rule, because

that's when disco started.

I was the greatest disco dancer ever.

Check it.

Oh, ah, ooh, back.

I'm back.

Here, trick me, trick me.

Oh, I'm all right.

I'm good.

Um, oh.

Um, oh.

Yeah.

-Hm.

A little geeky, but not bad.

-So you're bringing disco back to the future?

That is beyond evil.

-And beyond tacky.

-Whoa!

-And I'll be the only one with Jerry's gadgets.

-Um, what's so terrible about a thick, cushy rug, other than

that yucky color?

I mean, ugh.

-That is the deepest piled shag rug in the world.

Once you're in deep enough, you won't be able to breathe.

[gasp]

-Well, gotta boogie.

Maintain ladies.

See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.

-Ew, we're going to be killed by an ugly carpet?

-Would you feel better if we were killed by one of Jerry's

own gadgets?

-[gasp]

Jerry's gadgets!

Wait, I picked up his mood ring during the fight.

I've got it here somewhere.

Um--

-Hurry, Alex!

-Oh, um.

I think I got it!

[gasp]

Now, how does it work?

-Agh!

[whirring]

[gasps]

[screams]

[laser sounds]

-Argh!

[coughing]

-Nice work, Alex.

But we're still stuck in the past.

BG and Jer must have taken their time

machine to the present.

-No, wait!

This looks like the thingy that came out of the van!

It must be the prototype time machine that

Jerry was talking about.

[whirring]

-Let's hope it's set for the right time and

not the Stone Age.

-Ugh, this might as well be the Stone Age.

-Ready?

Let's go!

-Oh,no!

We're not still in the '70s, are we?

-Welcome to the Studio WOOHP foxes.

Oh, no.

It's the evil spies.

My mini nuke mood ring, it's gone.

[grunts]

-You shouldn't rely so much and your gadgets, Jer.

-Sorry Jerry, just trying to get your attention.

-You won't get away with this.

My WOOHP agents will stop you.

[grunts]

-Listen, Jer, we are your WOOHP agents.

BG doesn't stand for Boogie Gus, it stands for Bad Guy.

-The time machine was your invention in the 21st century,

and BG stole it.

-He's tricked you, Jerry.

Look, here's what the present is supposed to look like.

-Oh, wow, man.

What happened to my hair?

-Private party in my DJ booth?

-Party's over disco dud.

Jerry's back on our side, now.

-Ha, ha, ha.

He's all yours, now that I have all the boss gadgets.

Check you later.

[gasps]

-He's locked us in!

-What do you think he meant by check you later?

[screams]

-Jer, quick, tell us you have some gadgets, any gadgets.

-Well, we have these roller skates.

[gasp]

-But I don't see how--

-Alex, the mini nuke mood ring.

-Hiya!

-The spies got out?

Bummer.

-Come on, guys, let's send these freaks back to where

they came from.

[grunts]

[crowd cheering]

-Hiya!

Ugh!

-Ooh!

-Let's see you get down tonight.

[crowd cheering]

[whirring]

[screams]

-[gasp]

He's trying to get away!

-Alex, stop them!

-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

[grunts]

-No, wait.

I have a better idea.

You're going to stop me.

-What are you talking about, Jer?

-I'll adjust the time machine to just before

I met Boogie Gus.

Then you can prevent the encounter from ever happening.

-Agh!

-Do, de, doo, doo, doo, doo, en, doo, doo.

Doo, doo, de doo.

Hm, hey, ah.

[whirring]

-Pow, out of sight.

Chicks are popping up out of nowhere.

-Mm, yah!

-Bummer, man.

Jerry should be right here.

[whirring]

-Gotcha!

-Argh!

-Can there be two Jers at once?

[gasp]

[electronic buzzing]

-Hey, what's happening?

[gasp]

-Ah.

-Hm, it looks like WOOHP's back to

normal, but where's Jerry?

-Also, back to normal.

[gasps]

-The old Jerry back!

-Ahem, yes.

The old Jerry, yes.

Shame I couldn't keep my hair.

-[scoffing]

The Afro was not a good look for you, Jer.

-OK.

Just so we're clear, we're in our own time, now, and

everything is like it was?

-Everything is as it should be.

The time travel project has been discontinued, or rather,

it was never started.

It's all rather complicated.

-Well, what happened to Gus?

-As I said, everything is as it should be.

Though I did keep the mini nuke mood ring.

Rather a charming little gadget, don't you think?

-Uh?

-Hurry, dear, I want to get some organic hemp underwear

before they're sold out.

-Mom, would you start living in the 21st century already?

-Nice to see everything's back to normal at

the mall, even Clover.

-Hey, Clover, don't you have to be on, like, 50 dates in

the next half hour?

-Yeah, what happened to hypersonic dating?

-Oh, please.

That is so five minutes ago.

Ultra slow dating is the way to go now.

I'm spending all week with Eric.

-Hm, wow.

When does it start?

-It's already started.

Eric is just two hours late.

-Two hours?

And you're not mad?

-Please, of course not.

There is no need to rush our relationship.

Now, I don't want to be rude, but, you know, I'm on a date.

-OK.

Well, we'll just go ultra slow shopping then.

-I feel so out of touch.

If I were to go out with a boy, how would I even know

what kind of date we're on?

-I guess we're just a couple of old fashioned girls, Alex.

-I can tell, sometimes, the other girls think I might not

have what it takes to be a spy, because I'm all about

fashion and dating.

But there's more to me than good looks, great clothes, and

totally perfect hair.

Oh, sure, Alex with her hiyas all over the place, and Sam

with her computer mega brain that knows just about

everything.

But I'm tough.

I'm--

I'm all sorts of tough.

I just kicked three bad guy's butts, and I didn't complain

once, even though broke two nails.

Two.