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[theme music]

-OK.

In case you like, completely flaked,

here's a little update.

So, one sec we're just these normal high

school girls slash spies.

The next sec Jer tells us that we're being promoted to

regular high school girls slash super spies, and being

sent to a totally tricked out, totally top

secret training facility.

Pretty major, right?

Wrong.

Besides the part where we meet a fellow spy hottie named Dean

and got to hang with some cool virtual WOOHP instructors, the

experience pretty much reeked.

Not only were we viciously attacked by an angry ballroom,

but our host Terence turned out to be a big time batty.

He totally captured Dean and stuck him in some weird gel

cage thingie, then asked us to eliminate Jerry and retrieve

some grossy microchip he keeps hidden on his body.

All I can say is rude much?

-I'm switching to autopilot.

Get ready to shoot, girls.

-OK.

Jump on three.

-Wait!

Are we counting up or down?

-Up.

-Down.

-Forget counting.

Just bail.

-Whoa!

Ah!

-Alex!

Hang on!

We'll be right there.

Gotcha.

-Phew.

Nice save.

For a second there, I thought my super spy career was going

to end in early retirement.

-[gasp]

Whoa.

Ah.

Nobody's safe yet, Alex.

Grab on.

-Whoa!

-Ah.

Thanks for the ride.

That was fun.

-Yeah, fun for one of us.

It's going to take a week of serious Pilates

to realign my spine.

-OK girls, enough chitchat.

If we want to ditch Terence, find Jerry, and save Dean,

we're going to need a plan.

-Not going to be much of a planning sesh with that mega

loser Terry watching our every move.

-The only name-calling should be from Jerry, right before

his demise.

So, ladies, please--

less ruminating, more eliminating or old Terence

will begin the process of elimination

with your chum Dean.

-(WEAKLY) Please help me.

-[gasp]

It looks like our planning session is officially trashed.

-Hm.

Speaking of trash--

come on.

-Wait.

Where are you going?

Terence doesn't like surprises.

-Way to buy us some time, Sam.

-Ugh.

Yeah.

Great idea, if you have no sense of smell.

-Sorry, Clover, but desperate times call

for desperate measures.

Now, let's figure out how to get Terence off our backs.

-If only we had a useful gadget instead of these lame

hologram lockets.

Then we could bust a move.

-Maybe they're not so lame.

I can try and rig them to protect our images so Terry

will think we're on a search and destroy mission for Jerry.

-But really we'll sneak off and search for Jerry and tell

him it's really [inaudible]

Terry.

-Exactly.

-Uh, run that by me again.

-It's the old bait and switch, Alex.

And, FYI, it's brilliant.

-In that case, I say we go for it.

-Three hologram diversions coming right up.

-Hmm.

-Clover, Alex, and Sam, meet Clover, Alex, and Sam.

-Ah!

Check it out.

I'm even hotter as a hologram.

-I wish I could say the same.

-What's wrong, Sammy?

-Me.

I'm so bleh.

-Please.

Since when do you care about looks?

-Since right now.

I am a total plain Jane.

-Ugh.

This really isn't the time for discovering vanity, Sam.

We need to interrupt Terence's regularly scheduled

programming, remember?

-Yeah.

And I've got an idea.

-Uh.

-Let's go.

-[growling]

Put down those umbrellas, mates.

Terence is trying to find his spies.

-Hmm?

-Oh, yeah.

-Oy, there they are.

Patience, Terence.

Patience.

-Hmm.

Oh, too conservative.

Mmm, not conservative enough.

Hmm.

-Look.

There's Jerry.

-Hmm?

Take my wallet.

It's in my pocket.

-Cool.

Shopping money.

-Clover!

-Clover?

Girls, what are you doing here?

But, why aren't you at the WOOHP facility training for

your promotion?

If you took time out for shopping, rest

assured you'll be fired.

-Ugh.

Fine by us, cause so far, our big promotion has been nothing

but a big fat fiasco--

extra whip.

-Jerry, something's gone wrong.

That training facility turned into a torture facility, and

they've got Dean trapped in a lucite cell.

-And that whacked out host Terence who was supposed to be

taking care of us wants us to take care of you.

-And by take care, he means eliminate.

-Terence?

I don't believe it.

-I take it you know this dude?

-Let's just say he's a person from my past.

-Well, this person from your past wants you presently gone.

-And he wants us to get some microchip from you.

-Oh my.

This is serious.

I suggested we go to my home office at once.

You girls strapped in?

-More like wedged in.

Pardon the mess, ladies, eh, but I

wasn't expecting company.

-Cassette tapes?

Neon?

Wow, Jer.

This place is like a total '80s museum.

Uh,

-[gasp]

-Jeez, Jer, for such a teched out guy at work, you really

live in the past at home.

-Speaking of the past, who's the other kid in this picture?

-That is my twin brother.

-[gasp]

-Hello?

Secretive much?

-Yeah.

Since when do you have a twin?

-Duh.

Since birth.

Even I know that one.

-OK girls, time to focus.

We've got business at hand.

Our only hope is to trick Terence into believing I

really did perish by staging an elaborate and convincing

attack on me--

an attack which will require masterful acting performances

by each of you.

-Cool.

-A cushioned whooping?

-[grunting]

Blah, blah, blah.

Enough chitchat.

(ANGRILY) Move it or Terence will lose it!

-This plan rocks.

-Totally.

Only won't the part where we pretend to knock you off the

bridge really knock you off the bridge?

-I will have a bungee cable discreetly

connected to my ankle.

As for the hidden microchip Terence requested--

-Ew.

Ohh, gross.

-I'll replace the real microchip with

a decoy, like so.

-OK, ew.

-What's the deal with that thing anyway?

-There'll be plenty of time for

explanations later, I hope.

Just be sure to rip off the birthmark during the chase.

-Lucky me.

-And give Terence the decoy chip when you head back to the

training facility.

-When will we see you again?

-I'll join you at the facility, where we will defeat

Terence and save Dean.

-Works for us, Jer.

-Let's go, spies.

-Not without gadgets, you don't.

-Ah.

Talk about a stocked fridge.

-Molecule-separating hair spray.

-Perfect.

I can use a change in hairstyle.

-I wouldn't place that near your head.

It'll change more than your hairstyle.

A not so joyful joy buzzer.

-How ironic.

-Sonar celly with antenna drill.

-Cool.

Ooh, I mean ouch.

Better antenna down before putting it in my pocket.

-And for me, a laser ascot pin.

And, of course, x powders.

I always keep spares at home.

-Yes.

Now I can try some new not so plain Jane looks.

Well?

-You look like a couch.

-Ow.

-Agreed.

Now let's go before Terence discovers your little trick.

-I think I've learned something [inaudible].

[interposing voices]

-I see their trick.

They're trying to drive Terence crazy.

Perhaps you'll move if I eliminate your

dear friend, Dean.

[interposing voices]

---normal, healthy, in fact, to just roll out of bed and

relax into the day.

-Goodbye ugly holo spies.

-[grunting]

-Hello real spies!

Come on girls, let's do this.

-Hmm.

That got their attention.

-[whistling]

What a perfect day for a leisurely stroll.

-I've seen fake moles, but fake birthmarks?

-Alex, what is the meaning of this?

-For you, big trouble.

-Pardon me?

-Sorry Jer, but I've got no choice.

I'm taking this microchip and I'm taking you out.

And I don't mean for sushi.

-Alex, you can't do this.

-Well, I wish I couldn't, but, yeah.

I can.

-Then so can I. Hiya!

Ha!

-Pretty good for an old guy, but pretty

good isn't good enough.

-Ugh.

I have taught you well.

-Sorry, teach, but school's out.

-Not until I say so.

-Whoa!

-OK.

Class dismissed.

-Please don't be sweaty.

Please don't be sweaty.

Ew.

I said please.

-Hey, that's my bike!

-Now this is good television.

-Ha!

I'm free!

-Yeah, free to fall.

Uh oh.

Time to stop, drop, and roll.

Phew.

-Whew.

That was close.

So is that!

-Sorry, but your ship has sailed, Jer.

Take the easy way out and hop aboard.

-Not if my life depended on it.

-Huh!

-What are you so happy about?

[screaming]

-You didn't eliminate Jerry.

That makes Terence very angry.

Trust me.

You wouldn't like Terence when he's very angry.

After him, spies!

You were trained better than this!

-Hello!

Ruined hair, here!

-Get it, Clover!

-Where's Jer?

-Over there.

-Come on.

Let's finish this.

-No!

Please!

I beg of you!

-Is that part of his plan?

-I'm thinking no.

-I'm going to get closer.

-Jerry!

I don't see him.

-I think he's gone, for real.

-Bravo, agents--

or should I say double agents?

Finally, after all these years, Terence gets his

revenge, and oh, is it sweet.

I'll see you and the microchip back at the training facility.

-[crying]

I can't believe Jerry's gone.

-I don't understand.

Why didn't he just use the bungee?

-All the times I complain about Jerry WOOHP'ing us--

now he'll never WOOHP again.

-What do we do?

-What Jerry would have wanted us to do--

finish the job.

-You're right, Sam.

Dean's still being held captive.

-And Terence is still up to no good.

-I say we out if revenge is as sweet as Terence said.

-Yeah.

Time to make Terry choke on his own words.

-OK.

So what's the plan this time?

-Our best chance of defeating Terence and saving Dean is to

bust Dean out of his cell and use his chosen one powers to

help us defeat Terence.

-Sounds easy enough.

If only there was some way for us to sneak in.

-Hm.

Hm!

Voila!

Covert access.

-Ew!

Go in through there?

-You're kidding, right?

-It can't be any worse than that dump truck.

-Ugh.

Good point.

-Come on.

The sonar celly will guide us.

-Ugh.

I take it back.

Compared to this place, that dump truck was immaculate.

-Ah.

How do we know when we're below the training facility?

-We look for a big blob on the sonar--

just like that one!

-Awesome!

Time to spring Dean from his cell.

-I'm way ahead of you.

-[gasp]

There's Dean!

-Whoa.

He doesn't look very good, and that's saying a lot,

considering we're talking about such a hottie.

-Come on.

We better get him out of there, fast.

-We can't!

The closer we get, the tighter the grip, remember?

-Oh yes we can.

This molecule-separating hairspray might not be able to

help my lame look, but it's still powerful stuff.

[gasp]

-It doesn't reach.

-Doesn't Jer know that you never buy hairspray unless

it's extra strength?

-There must be a way to get the spray to that cell.

-There is, but it could be dangerous.

-I'm thinking now's the time to change the safety first

motto to safety second.

-Agreed, but girls, don't try this at home.

-Awesome.

Dean, wake up!

It's me, Clover.

[gasp]

You're a doll.

-Down, Clover.

This is so not the time to flirt.

-No.

Dean is a dummy.

-A real dummy?

-Well then what happened to the real Dean?

-Funny you should ask.

-Terence!

We meet again.

-Come on.

Let's go.

-Now that's what I call going nowhere fast.

You should see the looks on your faces, girls.

Priceless.

-Priceless?

I don't think so.

You're so going to pay for this, Terry.

-Yeah.

Dean'll totally save us.

-Dean!

-He wouldn't dare.

-Your right, Terry.

I wouldn't.

-Good choice, chosen one.

Did I mention that Dean is actually a double agent?

-No way.

-Impossible.

-More like way possible.

It turns out it's more fun to work on the evil side

than the good side.

-And to think I actually thought you were cool.

FYI, double agents, doubly uncool.

-Oh, don't blame Dean.

He couldn't resist helping me infiltrate

the spy droid project.

And this chip is the key that will finally get us in.

-Whatever!

Like we care about your dumb droid project.

-You will when you see how deliciously evil it is.

-Sorry pal, we're not impressed by evil.

-(ANGRILY) Then why did ya hang around that conniving

back-stabbing Jerry all these years?

-Don't you talk about Jerry like that.

He was the best.

-Totally.

And he so didn't deserve to go out like that.

-Silence!

Your Jerry got exactly what he deserved.

My biggest regret is not being there in person to see his

suffering myself.

My second biggest regret is having to get rid of such

exemplary agents like yourselves.

-Um, two regrets is a lot for one day.

Maybe you should off on the get rid of

us plan until later.

-It would be such a shame to lose spies with

such style and pizazz.

Especially you, Sam.

-Wha-- really?

You don't think I'm a plain Jane?

-Duh.

-With that wild, devilish red hair?

Hardly.

-Thanks, and ew!

-Oh, you won't be thanking Terence for what he's

about to do to you.

-Back in the virtual ballroom--

not good.

-Very not good.

This room spells doom.

-Come on, guys.

Just cause last time we were here the walls caved in

doesn't mean it's over for us.

[chuckling]

Does it?

-Goodbye, girls.

As hard as it is to believe, I am sorry it had to end like

this.

-That makes one of us.

Unhappy landings.

-Unhappy landings?

What does that mean?

-It means we're in serious trouble.

-Where do you think this bottomless pit bottoms out?

-News flash, Al--

it doesn't.

-First Jerry bites it, now us?

Could this day be any worse?

-Sammy!

-OK.

This is officially looking bad.

-I hate to overstate the obvious, but I'm thinking this

floor can't hold us much longer.

-Hey.

Who is that?