Original subtitles

[beeping]

[theme music]

-OK, so you just to bring you up to speed, we got these

totally righteous promotions that turned out

to be totally heinous.

That baddie nutjob Terrence asked us to take out Jerry,

and if we didn't, he was going to take Dean!

Ultra lame, right?

So we found Jere, and he came up with a brilliant plan.

We make it look like we eliminated him.

Then together, we go lay a major

butt kicking on Terrence.

One problem, though.

The plan didn't go exactly the way we wanted.

Poor Jere.

Anyway, when we went back to WOOHP Training facility, we

found out that Dean was-- get this-- a double agent!

Can't say we saw that one coming.

So then we find ourselves hanging on for dear life over

this bottomless pit evil ballroom thingie, and just

when it looks like we're about to bit it big time, this

freaky mystery helicopter shows up.

Hello!

Can you say "random?" I so have no idea what's going to

happen to us.

-Thanks for the save, Mr. Helicopter Guy.

[gasps]

-Jerry!

-I can't believe it!

-You're still alive!

-It really is you!

-In that case, group hug!

-Eww!

-Gross!

We're the ones who should be sweating, not you.

-It's not sweat, Clover.

It's my wetsuit, tailor-made by Graham's of London.

Kept me well-insulated in the chilly waters.

Ah, that's better.

-But we thought you were totally

swimming with the fishes?

-So does Terrence, no doubt.

Your more than convincing reactions saw to that.

-How could you trick us like that?

-I'm sorry about that, spies.

But now that Terrence truly thinks I'm cavorting with the

crustaceans, we can safely thwart his evil plan to hijack

the Spy Droid project.

-Oh!

Spy Droid, Spy Droid, Spy Droid!

That's all anyone's talking about these days.

-Yeah.

How come we never heard about it before?

-The Spy Droid project is WOOHP's

most top secret endeavour.

I've been personally spearheading it for 15 years.

At an ultra high security location, WOOHP is building a

small army of super-sophisticated androids.

-Wow!

-But they will, in fact, be the super

agents of the future.

-Whoa.

Let me get this straight.

You want to replace us with machines?

-Some gratitude for all our hard work!

-Yeah, so much for being the chosen ones.

-Girls, girls, the Spy Droids won't be

operational for 50 years.

By then, you'll no doubt be sipping tea in your charming

Cotswold cottages.

-Cotswold cottages?

-OK, Bahamian villas, whichever.

But your jobs are safe, and more crucial than ever now

that Terrence is on the loose.

-But why is Terrence so interested in the Spy Droids?

-Unfortunately, we don't know what nefarious plans he has in

mind, but we do know this.

If the Spy Droids ever fell into the wrong hands, they

could take over the world.

-Wow!

This could be, like, the most important WOOHP mission ever!

You know, besides the one where our mall was under

attack.

-We've got to stop him!

-We've got to find him first.

But where could he be?

-I think I've got a pretty good idea.

Hypersonic speed!

-Welcome to Antarctica, spies.

Home of WOOHP's most clandestine facility.

-Wow.

It's so clandestine I can't even see it.

-That's the idea.

Follow me.

-All I can say is they'd better have a hot tub!

[music playing]

-Now keep it down, girls.

We must retain the element of surprise.

ALEX (OFFSCREEN): Wow!

That's the most androids I've ever seen.

And let me tell you, I've seen a lot of different androids.

[gasp]

Look!

[laughing]

-And now, the moment I've been waiting for.

Time for the droids to waken from their slumber and serve

Master Terrence!

Wha-- what's happening?

Get up, you titanium twits!

-The spies must have switched the chip.

I told you we couldn't trust them!

-Impossible!

-Impossible is our business.

-You're alive!

But Terrence saw you do a blooming header himself!

-Just a trick of the eye, old chum.

-Ahh!

-You're going down, double agent boy!

[laughing]

[laughing]

-You never were able to defend against my

atomic wedgie, brother!

-Brother!

-You wish!

-I'm afraid it's true.

Ladies, meet my twin brother, Terrence.

-Twin brother!

-But Jere, he doesn't even look like you!

-The magic of plastic surgery, my dear.

A little nip here, a little tuck there.

After all, who would want to look like the most

evil man in the world?

-Jerry, evil?

As if!

-Apparently you didn't get the memo.

You're the evil twin, not him.

-Yeah!

Jerry had dedicated his entire life to fighting evil!

-Not quite his entire life, I'm sorry to say.

There was a time when this paragon of virtue was evil

incarnate in short pants!

TERRENCE (OFFSCREEN): Dear young Jerrold and I were just

finishing up our fourth year at venerable

Clothsworthy Academy.

Knowing our parents expected nothing less than perfection,

we decided to, uh, share our knowledge during final exams.

-You cheated?

-We cheated.

TERRENCE (OFFSCREEN): But one fateful day, the jig was up,

for me, at least.

I was hung out to dry by my own brother, my twin brother!

While little Terrence's life spiraled downward, and he

turned to pilfering pennies just to survive!

And all because of his dear twin brother!

-You expect us to believe all that?

-Not only would Jerry never cheat, the idea that he would

betray his own bother--

his twin brother?

-It's the only time I've ever lied in my entire life, and

not a day goes by that I don't regret it.

-Enough waltzing down memory lane!

Give me the real microchip now!

-I'm sorry, dear brother, but I don't have it.

-It seems this is the second time you ever lied in your

entire life.

Dean!

-Looks like you've "chipped" your tooth.

[gasps]

-Oh!

-Password, please.

-Winthorp.

-How did you know?

-That the password was the name of your

childhood pet wombat?

That mangy marsupial menace you loved even more than your

own brother!

-You know, lattes also come in decaf.

[laughing]

-Behold!

Our very own army of evil Jerrys.

Or is that redundant?

[laughing]

-Wow!

They even have your same exact comb over.

-Very clever.

What do you have in store for us now?

These creatures with my likeness robbing banks all

over the world?

How petty.

Is it any wonder mother liked me best?

-Robbing banks?

Please!

You're going to witness the destruction of the one thing

you love most.

WOOHP!

And you are going to do the destroying!

[laughing]

-No!

You can't do that!

-Good heavens!

-Ahh!

Let him go, you evil spy droid Jerry lookalikes!

-Unhand me at once!

-You'll never get away with this!

-Who's going to stop me?

You?

[laughing]

Well, barring any flight delays, we should be in

Beverly Hills by 1:30-ish, destroy WOOHP by, oh, 2:15,

and then it's off to the beach for a well-deserved nap.

[music playing]

-Oh, one more thing, Dean.

Get rid of them.

And this time, do it right, and do it slowly.

[laughing]

[beeping]

-Dean, um, can we talk about this?

-You know, that thing's really dangerous.

-A job well-done is its own reward.

-Hey!

Aren't you supposed to be the bad guy?

You just let us go.

-That was his first mistake!

-Wait!

I'm on your side.

Guys, I can explain.

Listen, I'm your actual WOOHP instructor.

I'm your friend.

All your virtual instructors were just a different part of

my personality.

See?

-Whoa!

Freaky!

-The only way for you to get out alive was for me to get

close to Terrence, so I pretended to switch sides.

Besides, I've seen you guys in action.

I knew you'd find a safe way out somehow.

-So you're a double double agent?

-Double double?

Wouldn't that make him a quadruple agent?

-The point is I'm one of the good guys.

-I knew someone so cute could never be evil.

You know, I've got this debutante ball coming up soon,

and I was wondering if maybe--

-Later, Clover.

We've got to save WOOHP now!

Let's go!

-Now remember what you've learned.

Even though we'll be outnumbered by about 100 to 1,

you can win by evaluating your fear factor and manipulating

it, surrendering to your intuition, and using teamwork.

-See?

He even talks cute.

-Hang on!

-There it is, WOOHP headquarters, the

epicenter of all evil!

Attention spy droids.

Fulfill your glorious mission!

Jump and attack!

-Hmm!

-Hey, boss is back.

[gasp]

-Jerry!

What's going-- uhh!

[alarm]

[laughing]

-Attacking the innocent, how noble.

-Coming from a true man of honor.

Now, time for us to join the party!

[alarm]

[phone beeping]

-WOOHP headquarters.

I'm sorry, he's tied up at the moment.

Would you like his voice mail?

[laughing]

-Take one last look, dear brother, before it's

all gone for good.

-Do what you will, Terrence, but you can never completely

destroy WOOHP.

-Not unless I blow up the nuclear core.

-That's impossible.

Only I have the clearance to access that information, and I

personally designed the security system based on the

latest in DNA scan technology.

-And I, being your identical twin brother--

-Share my DNA.

Why didn't I think of that before?

-That's WOOHP headquarters!

It's under attack!

-Hey!

This'll get the red out!

-It's all in the wrist!

-Somebody's got to take the fall!

-Let's go!

[alarm]

-Terry, you don't know what you're doing!

-Don't I?

-The core of WOOHP will be no more, like

your cold, black heart.

-Spy droid will self-destruct in 60 seconds.

59, 58, 57--

-Farewell, dear brother!

-Wait.

Don't I at least get a proper handshake?

How about the Clothsworthy Academy secret handshake, for

old time's sake?

-I suppose it would be a fitting final parting.

-In spite of all this, you must know I'm deeply sorry.

-You always have been an odd bird.

-Hmm.

More like a sly fox.

-Hi ya!

-Yaa!

-Yeah!

-Jerry!

-Oh!

Mirrors.

Is there anything they can't do?

-No time to waste, spies.

There's a walking time bomb headed for the core of WOOHP.

We've only seconds to spare!

And 498 to go.

With luck, this chip should deactivate the lock.

-Password, please.

-Winthorp.

-Invalid.

-Invalid?

He must have changed the password!

-Evil twin?

-Invalid.

-Rude much!

-Invalid.

-Wedgie.

-Invalid.

-Bahh!

-Uh, backstabber!

-Oh!

-15, 14, 13--

-Spy droids deactivated.

Have a nice day.

-Yes!

-Backstabber.

How did you know?

-It was Terrence's favorite word, whenever he

talked about Jerry.

[laughing]

-4, 3, 2, 1.

Ground zero!

-What?

Why is WOOHP still standing?

[sirens]

JERRY (OFFSCREEN): My spies might have had

something to do with that.

-Mommy and daddy thought you showed such promise, but

sadly, misfortune led you astray.

-Misfortune, nothing!

It was you!

-Indeed.

And I can't help feeling partly responsible for the

path your life has taken.

-Oh, how magnanimous of you.

-So I contacted our old headmaster and confessed.

I'm going to be punished by repeating the fourth grade.

-Oh, finally a little justice.

-But we must all accept responsibility for our

actions, Terrence, and you will do that, I'm afraid, in a

maximum security WOOHP cell.

Farewell, dear brother.

-I prefer "au revoir." [laughing]

[music playing]

-I can't believe we're getting our promotions.

We didn't even finish our official WOOHP training.

-Dean said we totally deserve to be called super spies

because we saved WOOHP.

-Well then, I totally deserve a date with Dean.

After all, I did save your life.

-Clover, I'd be honored to escort you to

your debutante ball.

-Oh!

-Ahem.

Might we attend to the business at hand?

Your promotions?

-Sure!

I say we celebrate our promotions

with a party tonight.

-Yeah!

-Great idea, Alex.

-Ladies, this is a very solemn occasion, and--

[phone beeping]

-Yes!

Uh, mother!

Yes, uh, of course I'm glad to hear from you.

Well, it's just that I'm a little, um,

uh, busy right now.

You're here?

At the airport?

Uh, well, I wasn't expecting you till next week.

But I'm--

well, it's very important, and--

and there's this party later, you see, and--

uh, yes, mother.

I'll be right there.

[laughter]

-Sorry, agents.

We'll have to make this brief.

Duty calls.

-Oh, we understand.

Mama's boy.

[gasps]

-With these medals, I hereby promote you three to the level

of Super Spies.

-Sam.

-Wow.

Thank you, Jerry.

-Clover.

-Um just to be clear, these are real diamonds and not

rhinestones, right?

-Alex.

-Oh!

It's kinda heavy.

[laughter]

--Mother!

-Get in here, Dean!

Couldn't have done it without you.

-Thanks, girls.

[music playing]

-Guard!

Guard!

-Jerry?

How did you get in there?

-It's my criminal brother, Terrence.

He escaped and locked me in his cell.

We've got to find him before he strikes again!

-Sure, boss!

Whatever you say.

[laughing]