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[x-powder ringing]

[theme music]

[explosion]

-Clover, head him off.

It's Sergei Siberia, the cyber thief.

He's headed right for you.

Um, so, it should say Spring Frozen Yogurt Social in

capital letters.

I'm thinking bright fuchsia with a mauve border.

Ugh!

Excuse me!

-Clover, you let him get away!

-Hey, that was a really important call.

This secret agent thing is really

cutting into my me time.

Blue streamers for an Easter dance?

It'll totally clash with the bunny.

Go with the dusty peach.

Cheerleading practice is 4 o'clock by the east bleachers.

I emailed everybody a new cheer cheer.

[giggling]

-School spirit is falling at an alarming rate, girls.

Bad news for the school Spirit Club.

I want six new ways to love our school by 4 o'clock.

Dear Fashion Club, Gretchen Bateman has started wearing

her father's ties as belts.

Look into it.

I smell a new trend.

-Is it my imagination, or is Clover, in, like, a gazillion

clubs?

-A gazillion and one.

She just founded the Club Joiner's Club.

Clover, your popularity numbers are through the roof.

There was a brief dip when you accidentally joined the Chess

Club, but you shot right back up after joining the

Popularity Club.

-Thanks, Arnold.

I'll expect your next report on Wednesday.

-Clover, this is getting out of control.

-It is not.

I'm just doing what comes natural, being popular.

-But you're totally flaking on our missions.

-And you haven't even been to the mall in weeks.

You must be in shopping withdrawal.

-Not to mention that we miss you.

What do say?

This afternoon it is shop till you drop.

-Sorry, guys, can't.

Got five club meetings right after Math.

See you at home.

-It's so tragic.

I never thought I'd see the day when Clover,

lost the will to shop.

Ugh!

[school bell ringing]

-Bye, Clover.

-Bye.

-Bye.

-Bye, bye.

-Bye, Clover.

-Bye, bye.

-Bye.

-See you later, Clover.

-Hm.

Who knew being popular gave you mega frizzies?

-Ooh.

One part chlorine to two parts benzine.

-I think it's three parts bromine to one part--

-Or--or-- was it two parts benzine to three parts

nitroglycerine?

-Two parts bromine to four parts chlorine, and raise the

temperature to 98 degrees Celsius before processing it

in the centrifuge for 15.8 seconds.

Duh!

-Clover, are you OK?

-Of course, I'm great.

I just love science, don't you?

-You love science?

But you really--

alarming

-Thanks, I needed that.

-Clover, are you sure you're O--

Whoa!

-Why are you screaming?

We've done this like a hundred times.

It means we've got a new mission.

-You want to be WOOHPed?

-What about all your club meetings?

-Who cares about school clubs?

I'm a spy!

-Uh!

-Whoa!

-Agent Clover reporting for duty, sir.

-Sergei Siberia is at it again.

-Oh, that's right, someone let him get away last time.

-He's robbing Beverly Hills Bank as we speak.

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

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Here are your gadgets.

How about a Multi-Function Charm Bracelet for the

charming Clover?

Alex will be able to snag her favorite beau with chic new

Tanglevolve that store conveniently in her

fashionable sheep skin belt.

And for the lovely Sam, the new Facial Exfoliator 5000,

which doubles as a powerful tunneling machine when you're

late for that all important date.

-Oh, get on with it.

[screams]

-G.L.A.D.I.S. we have to talk.

[alarm sounding]

-Whoa!

[gasp]

-There he is!

He's getting away!

-We can't use our jet packs, it's too narrow.

-I don't need a jet pack.

Hiya!

Ugh!

-Ooh!

-Uh, he, he.

Good job, Clover.

-Hiya!

-Hey, why's a cyber thief steeling boring stuff like

money and jewels anyway?

-It's so rad the cafeteria opened up a sushi bar.

I just love these so-cal rolls.

-You know, Clover is totally into sushi.

Where is she, anyway?

-I've got it!

I crunched the numbers on our missions and our bad guy to

closed case ratio just doesn't cut it.

By factoring in a series of bidirectional algorithms, I've

calculated a way to improve our spying

efficiency by 47.9%.

-Sushi?

-Never touch the stuff.

-Um--

-Now, by restructuring our point of attack--

-Hi, Clover.

Notice something different about me?

-Anything would be an improvement.

-My new Sunray shades.

Aren't you jealous?

-At two sheets of translucent polyethylene surrounded by

molded plastic?

No, why would I be?

-OK.

-Clover, the new cheer is cheer-iffic!

We can't wait to--

-Quiet!

Can't you see I'm busy?

-Uh, help!

Ooh!

Ah, uh!

-Uh!

-Ooh, boy!

-What?

-Huh?

-Clover, you saved my life.

You're my hero!

[crowd commotion]

-Huh?

No, no, and no.

Now hear this!

I officially quit every silly frivolous club I belong to.

And I don't want to join any more.

So just leave me alone!

-Huh?

-This is going to be murder on her popularity numbers.

-Hm?

-You know Clover doesn't like us snooping through her stuff.

Remember the borrowed lip gloss incident?

-Alex, Clover is our friend.

We are just trying to help her.

-Well, looks fine to me, let's go.

-What about the closet?

-If you're looking for your suede pumps, I borrowed them.

My bad.

So we should just--

[gasps]

-Wow!

Way to accessorize!

-Alex, these are high-tech weapons.

[gasp]

-Hiya!

-Ugh!

-Why would Jerry give her all this stuff without telling us?

-Hm?

Agh!

-

-Oops.

Huh?

It's hair gel.

-Hey, that's Clover's handwriting.

She made this stuff!

-The Spider Claw, the Immobilizer.

-And most of these she's already built.

-Bizarre.

-Exactly.

-And brilliant.

-Brilliant?

Jerry, she needs help.

-And she'll get help.

I'm putting the entire WOOHP Weapons Unit on these designs

right away.

-But, Jerry, can't you tell something's

different about her?

-Absolutely!

She's finally become the fine tuned take-action spy that

WOOHP can be proud of.

-What?

-You two should take note.

She's the ultimate WOOHP spy of the 21st century.

[gasps]

[screams]

-She checks out swell, Jer.

I tweaked the cezloid vector in flight, doubled her speed,

tightened the turns 43%, don't baby her.

-Splendid.

-Oh, forgot to mention--

-Ow.

-Oh.

-Ooh!

-Here boys.

These boys belong in lock-up.

Just thought I'd round up a few bad guys on my test run.

[giggling]

-Uh, um.

We're running low on villains, Jer.

Almost had time for a nap.

-Next time, I assure you, we'll have villains to spare.

But in the meantime, I'm very proud to present you with

WOOHP's 100th Villain Caught Award.

-Thanks for the paperweight, Jer, but we're

wasting time here.

I'm up for another solo mission right now.

-Solo?

As in, without us?

-Now?

Well, I'm sorry, Clover, but you've nabbed virtually every

bad guy we're currently tracking.

-Every one?

I'm starting to think my talents are being wasted at

this second rate agency.

-Hey!

Amateurs.

Mm!

-Whoa!

[screams]

[moaning]

-Have mercy.

-The Electro Magnetron.

Designed it on my lunch break.

-Ooh!

Oh, oh.

Marvellous, just marvellous.

-Failure is not an option.

-Uh?

-Hm?

Hm!

-Ooh!

First Clover's room.

Now Jerry's office?

What's with all the snooping around?

-Well, we are spies.

I just need to do a chemical analysis on Clover's sweaty

hand print.

[sigh]

Hydraulic fluid?

-Maybe it came from the plane, or something.

-Maybe.

But something's weird.

I know it.

Trouble is, Clover isn't going to tell us what's going on.

But there's someone who might!

-Why I steal jewels and money?

Why not?

-You're a cyber thief.

You steel like super secret microchips and stuff.

Who put you up to it, Sergei?

-I work for myself, like always.

-It must be pretty boring in here, huh, Sergei?

I mean, all this time alone with no video games to play?

-He, he.

Ugh!

Ah.

Huah!

Un, un, ugh.

Ugh!

Hiya!

You have a Mutant Assassins III?

Ew!

Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew ew.

OK, Geraldine hired me.

She used to run SPI but she's now on her own.

She just used me as decoy to test Clover.

Can I have video game, please, please, please?

-Geraldine?

-Where is she now?

-I don't know.

It like floating island way out in ocean.

Now, please, video game.

Video game!

-Floating island?

Hm?

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): There's islands all over.

But which one is Geraldine's hideout?

-Remember, her island is man-made.

Is there one that looks kind of weird?

-Well, there is this little round one.

Well, what's weird about it?

-It's moving.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): What?

[gasp]

Whoa!

Let's go!

-This would be way cool if it wasn't so evil.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Exfoliator 5000.

Let's see, caress, buff.

-This is no time for a facial, Sam.

-Here we go, pulverize.

-Hm?

-Don't worry, I'm not breaking out.

We are breaking in.

-Huh, ugh, ah!

SAM (OFFSCREEN): This is Geraldine's hide out?

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Oh, boy!

-Alex, don't look down.

You kind of don't want to look up, either.

[monkeys chattering]

-Run!

[monkeys chattering]

-Ew!

Ugh!

[grunts]

[screams]

-Oh, ho, ho.

Nice to see you girls getting back to nature.

-Let us go!

-Now!

Ugh!

Ugh!

-Ooh, manners, ladies, manners.

I must say, I find Clover a tad more cooperative.

-I knew it!

What have you done to her?

-Just turned her into a finer spy than WOOHP could ever do.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Huh?

-I couldn't shut you down with my squad of SPI super agents,

so I decided to destroy WOOHP from within.

[giggling]

-Allow me to demonstrate.

-Agh!

-Oh, ho.

That's right, puss.

Drink up.

-Meow!

-So Fluffy likes catnip.

-Oh, I'll show you who else likes catnip.

-Huh!

Yah!

Huh!

Yah!

Huh!

Huh, huh!

Hiya!

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huah!

-Wow!

-This bionic woman works for me.

Not only that, she's designed every

booby-trap on the island.

And all it took was just a few taps on the keyboard.

He gets so hungry this time of day.

Mm, hm, hm.

-[gasp]

Nice kitty.

-Hey, it's just a cat.

Just a vicious, carnivorous cat.

-Wait!

You're right.

It's just a cat.

And cat's like playing, right?

And what do they like to play with?

-I think this cat wants to play with my throat.

-No, balls.

Hm?

That's right, kitty.

Isn't it fun?

-Yeow!

Meow!

[giggling]

[gulp]

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Too bad we don't have nine lives.

-Uh?

-Gurrhr!

[screams]

[gasps]

-Agh!

-Sorry, kitty, gotta blaze.

We'd better call Jerry.

-And then find Clover before it's too late!

-Oh, the little fishies escaped the net.

Get them!

[screams]

[screams]

[grunts]

-Hiya!

I'd like the club that Clover's in now.

-You can't outrun me.

You might as well give up.

-You're the one who gave up.

Now!

-Mwah!

Ugh!

That's hitting below the belt!

[gasp]

-Hiya!

-Agh!

-Clover, she's controlling you.

-Never!

I'm a master of self-control.

-Now!

-Whoa!

-Ew!

That's called teamwork!

-Uh, oh!

-Ew!

Partners only slow you down.

-No!

-Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Finish them off.

[grunts]

-Where--

where'd you get that?

-From your closet.

It's the prototype.

-Give it back!

-Oh, ho, ho.

-A true spy isn't made of gadgets.

-Ow!

Agh!

Wha-- what's-- what's happening?

-Geraldine turned you into a machine.

-Agh!

Agh!

No!

Not water!

Agh!

-No!

My finest creation.

-Is she OK?

-The antidote.

-Ugh!

-Welcome back, agent Clover.

-What's with the cough medicine?

-It' worked on kitty, too.

Ah.

-Aw!

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Clover?

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Uh, Jer, a little help?

-Um.

[school bell ringing]

-But, what?

How?

-The numbers don't lie, Clover.

It looks pretty bad.

-Uh!

But now I'm even less popular than you!

-Well, when you cut out of all of the clubs,

your popularity plummeted.

-Oh, this isn't happening.

-Hey, I also got some good news.

-You do?

-We want you back in the Chess Club!

-Now hear this, to all my old clubs, please let me back in.

I--I--

I was just kidding before.

I'll do anything.

I'll even take the minutes, and-- and sweep up afterwards.

Please, I want to be popular again!

[crying]

-Wow, can you believe it?

I mean, Clover was the most popular girl in school and

then, whoosh, gone in an instant.

You know, I didn't even think anyone's asking her for

fashion tips anymore.

And when she walks down the hall, it's like she just

blends in with all the other nobodies.

In fact, no one even knows who she is.

CLOVER (OFFSCREEN): All right!

We get it.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): I mean, she is really fun and, huh, I