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[beeping]

[theme music]

[music playing]

-Ahhh!

[yelling]

-Ahhhhh!

[yelling]

-10 more and we're halfway there.

A party's just not a party without balloons.

-I say a party's not a party without music.

Right, Clover?

-I say it's not a party without a boy kissing booth.

At least, not a party I'd go to.

-Dancing, kissing, balloons.

How could a party get any cooler?

[horn honking]

-You break it, you pay for it, buddy!

Weeeeell, if it isn't the three nobodies.

Just in time to see my latest party favor.

-Your own giant popsicle?

Tacky mach?

-Popsicle?

Hardly.

This is the centerpiece for my "be cool"

party Saturday night.

-Oh!

Try again.

That's the same night as our party.

-Oh, really?

Well, I'm sure the three of you will

have a nice time alone!

Gotta go!

We're putting a skating rink in the pool.

-Ugh!

-A cool party?

How can we beat that?

-With a flame thrower.

-Wait, I got it--

-Ahhhh!

[yelling]

-Hello, ladies.

Let's get this party started, shall we.

-If he starts dancing, I'm outta here.

-In just one week, we've seen trucks, buildings, and

businesses torn apart with no rhyme or reason.

Just pure, wanton destruction.

-Who would want to destroy wontons?

Chinese food is like my favorite.

-Apparently someone's been skipping English class, which

leads me to this.

-They're totally our age, except they look like a bunch

of dropouts.

-Oh, these are no high school rejects.

Far from it.

Athletics, the arts.

Every one of these children was tops in their field.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): What!

-Until they all went bad.

But why?

-Too much sugar?

-Violent cartoons?

-Poor fashion choices?

I become the raging grump when I accidentally

wear clashing colors.

-All wonderful guesses, but perhaps the X-Powder could

provide further insight.

-Here we go.

This database will cross reference to all the kids'

backgrounds.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): There!

All the kids attended Camp Achievealot within the last

two months.

-Then they went wild.

More like Camp Crazyalot.

-Pack your things, girls.

You're going to camp.

-Sorry, Jere, but campfires dry my hair out, and besides,

I don't even own any camping gear.

-Well, this isn't that kind of camp.

It's a top notch training facility.

As for the gear, let's leave that to G.L.A.D.I.S , shall

we?

-Here you go, girls.

Please promise to take care of these items.

Antigrav go go boots, ultrasensitive hearing

microphones, and finally, this.

-Bug spray?

Ech!

No one said anything about bugs.

-It only looks like bug spray.

The can emits an instant, highly-concentrated fog.

Perfect for quick escapes and--

[coughing]

-It even has a lovely, pine-fresh scent.

-Enough fun for now, girls.

Come, we have a long drive ahead to Camp Achievealot.

-What do you mean, "we," Jerry?

-This time I'll be personally transporting you.

Code name, Daddy.

-What!

-Undercover mode engaged.

We're getting close.

Now who's up for a singalong?

Girls?

Hello?

-Is this embarrassing or what?

Sam?

-Yeah, right.

Embarrassing, totally.

-Come on, girls.

Music is excellent mental stimulus.

-That's it!

Music!

What if we get a live band to perform at our party?

Maybe even Teensicle?

I'll call them right now.

-Awesome!

Wait till Mandy hears about this.

-Too late.

Teensicle's already booked.

At Mandy's party!

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): Uhhh!

-Goodbye, kids.

Mum and I will miss you.

-Just pretend we don't know him.

-Remember, son, mommy wants you to come home a winner.

Or don't come home at all!

-I hope you're not here to win, because

that position is taken.

-We're just here to have fun.

-Whatever.

Have fun losing!

-Wow!

Look like that's our cue.

Come on.

-Next.

-Ohh!

I hope can solve this case by Saturday night.

[laughter]

-Next.

State your name and your talent.

-I'm Alex, and-- um, I guess I'm a pretty good

skateboarder.

-Next.

-Clover.

Dancer supreme!

Words kind of fall short for how good I am.

-Next.

-Nice to meet you.

The name's Sam, and I won six gold ribbons on the accordion.

-You know, Sam, some accomplishments are best kept

to yourself.

-Greetings, new arrivals.

I'm Miss.

Paragon.

I created Camp Achievealot to train and challenge talented

kids like you through intense competition.

-How could so much cool stuff turn kids into maniacs?

-Maybe a quick scan will answer that.

An intensely weird spectral energy reading.

-Humph!

And those who place first in your chosen fields will appear

on the hit TV show "Supreme Dream Team," to be filmed

right here life tomorrow night.

-No way!

I totally love that show.

-May I remind you, young lady, that you are here to perform,

not to have fun!

-Jeez.

She should go to Mandy's party.

She'd fit right in.

[giggles]

-A skateboarder, huh?

Around here, we have a saying, "Let your talent do the

talking." unless you'd prefer to leave.

-Hah!

One awesome skateboard display, coming up.

-Yeah!

-Huh.

Not bad.

Who here can do better?

-Check this out.

-Wow!

-Wow, a clawhammer 900.

I didn't think that move was humanly possible.

-I'd put a move on him.

-Excellent.

Report to the evaluation center tonight.

-Evaluation center?

What's that?

-Nothing you need to worry about.

It's only for winners.

-Back to your training.

You have just one day to impress me.

-We should spread out and ask if anybody here knew the kids

that went bad.

-Hey, nice spin.

Can I ask you about--

hello?

I was talking to you.

-Excuse me.

Can I--

-Hah!

-Didn't anyone ever tell these kids all work, no play makes

for lousy weekends?

-Looks like their talents stop just short of basic manners.

-Something's definitely not right.

I'd like to evaluate that evaluation center.

-I'd like to see more of that Andy guy.

Maybe we should follow him tonight.

-Great idea.

We'll meet outside his cabin.

-Hey!

-I with we could hear what's going on.

-That's why smart spies accessorize with the super

sensitive erring microphone.

-Perfect!

-Nice toss.

Forget the accordion.

I think we just found Sam's real talent.

-I can hear Miss.

Paragon, and Andy.

-What's going on?

Do I get a trophy or something?

-You don't need another trophy.

-Huh?

-We're about to find out how much raw

talent you really have.

[laughing]

-Ah!

[yelling]

-Whatever it was, it fried the erring.

-Great.

Now G.L.A.D.I.S. will be on our backs.

-I'm more worried about those guys with the flashlights.

-You!

Who's there?

Don't move!

-Oh, we were just, um--

sleep walking?

-Yeah.

In face, we're so talented at sleep walking, we

can even sleep run!

-What about me?

What'll I do?

-If I were you, I'd hand on!

-Yes!

-That was close.

Do you think they a good enough look at our faces?

-I hope not.

Now we can-- ahhh!

-What was that?

-Seems like some kind of force field.

-What kind of camp needs a force field?

-I get the feeling lots of things at this camp aren't

what they seem.

-Aha!

Little miss troublemaker.

I think it's time someone recognized your talent.

-I couldn't sleep at all last night.

I just know something bad happened to Andy.

-I checked my fried erring mic.

The radiation was off the scale.

I bet it's connected to that weird light we saw.

PARAGON (OFFSCREEN): Morning, all.

I have an announcement.

-Yeah, like you're an evil witch, and you're going to

make us miss our own party.

-Yesterday's skateboard start didn't have what it takes

after all, so not only is his spot available, I'll even

throw in this fine board

he left behind -Awesome!

Maybe I should go practice my routine again.

I've still got a chance.

-Alex, remember what happened to Andy.

-I want to get a closer look at that evaluation center.

-Huh?

Intruder headed for the EC.

Hold her and wait for my-- whoa!

Whoa, ohhh!

-The clawhmmer 900.

No way!

Andy's the only one who can pull off that move.

-Not anymore.

Did you see that, Sam?

Sam?

-She was headed to the evaluation center.

Come on!

-Let me out!

Hey!

I am warning you, I have an accordion and I'm

prepared to use it!

Uh!

-Here!

Be my guest.

Seems you have all sorts of surprising talents, don't you?

-You're twisted and evil, and I'm not playing a single note

for you.

-Lucky me.

Too bad, though, since it would have been your final

performance.

-What now?

We have to get in there.

Sam could be in trouble.

-There's always a window of opportunity.

Got your antigrav go go boots?

-Yeah.

-[gasp]

Oh, no!

Miss.

Paragon's got Sam!

-And she's about to play the accordion!

We have to get in there fast!

-It's no use.

Hand on, Sam!

Hang on!

[laughing]

-You're turning kids into mindless animals.

Why?

What's in it for you?

-Simple.

What's in it for me is whatever used to be in them.

Show time.

[laughing]

-Ahhhh!

-No!

PARAGON (OFFSCREEN): Dispose of her!

-Hmm.

I think I'll pass on this one.

Perhaps I'll inflict it on someone else.

No, even I'm not that mean.

-Look, she stores the talent in those little cubes.

-They're taking Sam away.

Come on!

-Hurry!

Sam, are you all right?

Can you talk?

-Oh!

-The lights are on, but nobody's home.

[voices]

-What?

-Over there!

Hello?

[voices]

-Clover!

Look out behind you!

-Andy!

[scream], [inaudible]

towards girls much, jerk!

-We have to get out of here!

Come on, Sam!

-It's no use.

Paragon's spotlight sapped her just like it

did all these losers.

They're coming like angry mosquitoes.

-Exactly!

And we've got just the think for mosquitoes, remember?

-We can't let Sam wind up like that.

There's got to be a way to reverse the process.

-Miss.

Paragon's the only one who knows it.

-I want destroy!

-Don't worry, you'll get your chance.

-Oh!

I am like so over force fields!

-There must be a way around it, or a control box, or--

one of those!

-Wait!

-Good to hear from you, girls.

Home sick?

-Right now, yes.

But first we need you to help us disable

this force field thingie.

-Hmm, intriguing.

I'll see if G.L.A.D.I.S. recognizes the design.

Where's Sam?

-Uh--

-Destroy!

Destroy!

Ow!

-She's, uh--

keeping busy.

So how do we disable this force field thingie?

-I'm reviewing some schematics now.

If you can construct a simple proton phase reverser by

modifying the flux of your--

-Destroy!

DESTROY!

-Never mind, Jere.

We've got it covered.

-Hey, Sam, save some for Miss.

Paragon.

-Something tells me it won't be so easy.

With the TV show tonight, you can bet she's planning

something big.

-Let's go!

[screams]

[music playing]

-I give you the winners of Camp Achievealot's quest for

excellence.

They have earned their place in the spotlight, and when the

Supreme Dream Team people arrive, they will see the

greatest talent the world has ever known.

Me.

-10 years ago, I started this camp with nothing but a dream.

I hoped to find raw talent, shape it, perfect it--

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): And then steal it for yourself!

-Ignore these sore losers!

They haven't seen the light, but they will.

Behold!

[screams]

-Oh, no!

Someone has to save those kids!

-Get em!

-OK, but could we save ourselves first?

-Nice work, Sam!

-Get Paragon before she gets us!

-I'll get Paragon.

You kill the lights!

-Got it!

-You want to see some real moves?

Fine.

-Jeez, looks like somebody's a little starved for attention.

-Ow!

So much for the hands-on approach.

Oh, it's you.

Don't worry.

We'll have you back to normal any minute now.

Maybe.

-Destroy!

-Fine!

You run along and destroy now.

-Yes!

-There.

That should limit the spread of your talent

sucking, for now.

-You've got some great new moves, but I like to kick it

old school!

Hi ya!

-You want to play rough?

Fine!

I've absorbed more blackbelts than you've had birthdays.

You won't lay a finger on me!

-How about a boot?

Hi ya!

Whoa!

This is tougher than I thought.

-Don't you poor girls see?

You're just no match for me.

And though my camp may fall, the world will know I'm the

brightest star of all!

-Well, I have to prepare for my television debut.

You girls have any brilliant last words before

your brains go numb?

-These are my last words, but they're brilliant anyway.

Reverse the polarity of your gravboots.

-Reverse the--

got it!

-Huh?

[screams]

-What?

Nooo!

-Wow.

for a second there, she really did look like a star.

A really bright one.

-Now she's just a first place loser.

-Nice work, girls.

A tad messy, but nice.

Sam and the others will be glad to know G.L.A.D.I.S. Is

working on reversing

Miss.Paragon's talent draining--

-Destroy!

-All G.L.A.D.I.S. needs is these little cubes, a remote

control, and it's show time.

-Wow!

Supreme Dream Team!

They're here!

-I hate to be rude, but we really can do a show from this

pathetic dump.

What happened?

-Maybe you don't have to do the show here.

-But where can we find another venue in such short notice?

-Um, oh!

-Nobody likes me [inaudible]

MAN (OFFSCREEN): Excuse me

-Teensicle!

I knew you'd come!

-Um, actually, we're headed back next door.

Can we borrow some ice?

[crying]

-Is this an awesome party or what?

-You said it.

Especially the band.

-Darling, that was unbelievable.

-Thanks.

And the best thing is we're not competing.

We play great together.

-Yeah.

Talent isn't always about winners and losers.

-Sometimes it's just a ton of fun.

-I know we're supposed to hate the bad guys and all, but I

totally loved Miss.

Paragon's shoes!

I mean, I spent weeks looking for the perfect gift for

Clover's birthday, and there they were, right in my face.

And on my back.

And I think she got me in the side, too.

-Anyway, I so wanted to ask where she bought them, but I

think Jerry would have flipped if I said, excuse me, ma'am,

in the middle of a hi ha!

But can you tell me where you bought your shoes?

Would it be wrong to sneak into the WOOHP prison just get

the SKU number?