02x07 - Green with N.V.

[bunniefuu]

THEME SONG: Here we go.

We're getting out on
the road till we stop.

And then we'll shop.

So one, two, three now, baby.

Here we go, go, go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

On a mission undercover,
and we're in control.

Here we go.

Here we go.

We're Totally Spies, so
we'll get on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

[music playing]

[horns honking]

Oh.
Well, look.

Huh, matching Hawaiian shirts.

Oh.

We love them, kids.

And last but not least,
for you, darling.

Oh.

Possession?

Top of the line, and
the last one in the store.

Here.

Let me.

[gasps]

[gasps]

Huh?

Hank, wh where are you going?

Must find true love.

[distressed cries]

[music playing]

[bell ringing]

[dreamy sighing]

There's just something
about a guy in uniform.

Yeah.

It should be ill*gal
to be that cute.

Here you go, girls.

That's two iced chai teas
and one iced decaf mocha

frappe with no-fat whip.

GIRLS: Thanks, David.

So, David, I was wondering
if you had plans for Saturday

night?
[grunts] Ow.

David, could you excuse us?

[giggles] Girl talk.

Cool.

No problem.

You were going to ask David
to the Sadie Hawkins dance,

weren't you?

Isn't that the point of a
Sadie Hawkins dance, Alex?

The girl asks the guy.

Yeah.

But did you stop to
consider that this girl

might want to ask that guy?

Whoa, girls.

No guy is worth this
stress, especially

when the guy in question is
so clearly interested in me.

What?

Excuse me?

I'm sorry.

Look, I say we make a pact.

None of us invite
David to the dance.

Best friends first and foremost.

No fighting over guys.

[electronic beeping]

[girls scream]

[distressed cries]

Impressive.

That was way too easy.

[shrieks]

Gross.

[giggling]

[growling]

Can we get down to business?

It's always work, work,
work with you, Jerr.

You know what you need?

A date.

[clears throat]

I have no time to
date and neither do you.

A recent phenomenon has
been happening in New York.

Men are suddenly leaving
their wives and girlfriends.

Guys can be such flakes.

Except for David.

He's perfect.

And completely
Sadie Hawkins worthy.

Spies, please focus.

These men aren't just leaving.

They're walking out
the door with nothing

but the shirts on their backs,
never to be heard from again.

That is odd.

Extremely.

And now for some gadgets that
may help you with your mission.

Inside, you'll find hoverboards,
bungee belts, scanner watches,

suction cup-bottomed
go-go boots,

and wonder makeover kits.

To work the kits, you
program the desired look,

and the automated applicators
spring into action.

Spring?

But my colors are
more of a summer.

Just find where these men are
and why they are disappearing.

Here's an address
of a distressed wife

you should question.

Sure you don't
want to come, Jerr?

With all these
newly single women,

you might just snag a date.

Uh.
Hmm.

Good luck, spies.

[shouting]

[siren wailing]

[sobbing]

So you were celebrating
your anniversary

when your husband just bolted?

I can't explain it.

Hank and I had such
a happy marriage.

We didn't even argue
over the remote.

That was my Hank.

[sobs]

Rose, would you mind
if we looked around?

Oh, go right ahead.

I'll just check
behind that lamp.

Hi, David.

This is Alex.

I just wanted to
say hi and, uh, see

if you felt like going to the
Sadie Hawkins dance with me.

OK.
Let me know.

Bye.
Oh, nope.

Nothing behind the lamp.

Find anything?

What's this?

Um.

The gift paper I used
to wrap Hank's cologne.

I should have gone
with the golf clubs.

Why?

He left after I
sprayed it on him.

Said something about
finding his true love.

Interesting.

Where'd you buy it?

A small boutique on
the Upper East Side.

[horns honking]

[music playing]

Possession.

Only from Natalie Valentine.

[groans]

That gave me the
heebie jeebies.

Yes, the promo is cheap
and bogus, but successful.

In one week, I
sold 1,000 bottles.

Natalie Valentine is
a marketing genius.

Go, Nat.

I'll buy a bottle.

Sorry.

We're sold out.

With Valentine's Day coming,
it flew off the shelves.

What about that bottle?

Oh.

It's It's a return.

I don't care if
it's missing a squirt.

Look, I'm doing you a favor.

You're too young to
get your hearts broken.

The product is a total flop.

Flop?

You sold 1,000 bottles.

And now I have 1,000 unhappy
customers-- myself included.

GIRLS: Whoa.

Yes.

After I gave a bottle to my
fiance, he just vanished.

Trust me, you're
better off without it.

Sounds like men don't
just hate the stuff,

they run from it.

Good to know.

Huh?

Keep that stuff
away from me, or I'll

never get a date for the dance.

SAM: We should check
out the manufacturer.

There's a bar code on
the back of the bottle.

I'll use my scanner
watch to trace it.

I'll send a few
drops of the guy

repellent to Jerry for analysis.

You go, girls.

I'll just step over here
and check my makeup.

[music playing]

David, want to go to
the dance together?

Big kisses, Clover.

[electronic beeping]

Hmm.

Did you get the location?

Looks like we're
off to Paris, girls.

[grunting]

What is that smell?

It's coming from down there.

What is this, a
stink convention?

Hold your noses, girls.

We're going in.

[sighing]

My true love doesn't
accept visitors.

Hey.

You're Rose's hus--

[gasping]

[giggling]

Bonjour, monsieur.

Nice cologne.

Is this where we
can get a bottle?

No women allowed,
except my true love.

Leave this to me.

[giggling]

No one enters
but the true love.

[scoffing]

OK.

What just happened?

The hair flip and
smile always works.

This is the
weirdest case ever.

Then it calls for
drastic measures.

This might be a little
too drastic, Sammy.

Come on, Alex.

Try to be a man about it.

About

Thanks, dudes.

Hey, we're pretty
good at this.

If we can't get
dates to the dance,

we could always
go with ourselves.

[gasping]

From bottles to barrels?

That's quite a marketing shift.

Huh?

Hey.

Anyone getting
rained on besides me?

[sniffing]

It's not rain, Alex.

It's cologne.

Something's not right here.

Why would someone mist cologne?

I don't know.

But someone should
tell them less is more.

Girls [clears throat] Guys.

Look at that.
- Huh?

SAM: Good eye, Alex.

Maybe that lab will
tell us something.

Let's slide down
and check it out.

[music playing]

Possessor Perspirator?

That sounds incredibly weird.

I'm calling Jerry.

Maybe he's gotten the
cologne analysis back.

Good idea.

Alex and I will check
out the Perspirator.

SAM: That's odd.

He's not there.

I'm going to try one more time.

Hi, David.

This is Sam.

I guess you've
already left work.

Um, anyway, I was wondering if
you'd like to go to the Sadie

Hawkins dance with me.

Give me a call.

So, no clue.

It far exceeds bizzarro.

Talk to Jerr?

Nope.

He's still not there.

That's weird.

Ooh.

Maybe he's on a date.

[laughing]

[gasping]

MEN: Our true love.

That's Natalie Valentine.

Oh no.

Here comes the
heebie jeebies again.

MEN: Our true love.

Quick, she's heading our way.

MEN: Our true love.

Our true love.

Our true love.

Our true love.

[music playing]

You've got to be kidding.

Gross.

Doesn't she know
that faux tanning

is so not good for the skin.

She's not tanning.

She's putting her
sweat into the cologne.

So, it's her own sweat that
keeps these guys possessed?

Uh.

That's genius.

Oh.

I mean, [scoffs] that's sick.

As if.

Oops.

What did you say?

I said you're
my one true love.

Ow!

Ow.

Devotees.

Get them.

[screaming]

Quick, jump on.

[groaning]

[giggling]

Hmm?

[distressed cries]

[shouting]

[shouting]
GIRLS: Whoa!

[gasping]

Pull up, Clover.

Pull up.

[shouting]

[groaning]

Uh, wipe-out.

[chuckling]

Prepare them for the vat.

[whimpering]

[liquid gurgling]

Um.

Couldn't we at least
talk about this?

What's to talk about?

I loathe girls like you,


with scores of boys
chasing after them.

OK.

It isn't scores,
Natalie, just dozens.

Oh, with the exception of David.

We're chasing after him.

Unlike you three, my
teen years were rotten.

But look at you now.

You're pretty, intelligent,
a little crazy.

But that's nothing some
therapy couldn't cure.

New York City was
just the beginning.

Now that I know
my cologne works,

I'm going to spray the entire
male population with my scent.

And I'll never worry
about rejection again.

[laughs maniacally]

It's time for your
demise, spies.

Elimination by drowning.

[gasping]

It's Jerry.

We're saved.

Must find true love.

[gasping]

My true love.

Oh no.

He must have sniffed
the sample we sent him.

Wow.

We are in trouble if Jerry
can't even resist her.

Oh.

[smooching]

Lower the cage.

It's show time.

As you wish.

No, Jerr.

Don't do it.

I promise I'll never give
you dating advice again.

Although obviously you
could still use some.

Good luck, spies.

Uh.

Girls?

Any thoughts here?

SAM: Our gadgets.

We still have our gadgets.

OK.

Unless you have a snorkel
in there, we're spy stew.

[shouting]

[grunting]

That was pure genius, Sammy.

Yeah.

One demented diva is no match
for three dynamic spies.

Clover, that's it.

What's it?

We'll make our own cologne
to combat NV's spell.

[music playing]

OK.

Can we open a window?

I'm having a heat stroke.

I thought that was the point.

Grab a cologne
and run for the jet.

You three, stop.

Stop.

No trespassing.

[groans]

My true loves.

Look, our first groupie.

Can we take him with?

Depends.

Can you fly a plane, Hank?

[music playing]

[thoughtful vocalization]

OK, spies.

We'll each take over one of NV's
planes, and then go after her.

Not without a parachute.

No way.

SAM AND CLOVER: Way.

[screaming]

Stop right there,
or I'll spray.

[distressed cries]

MEN: My true love.

Aw, you're sweet, but
not exactly my type.

My true love.

Your wish is my command.

Oh.

How about a quick mani-pedi
and some of those cute

packs of honey roasted peanuts?

OK, girls.

Phase one, complete.

Time to shut down the diva.

[music playing]

This isn't the plan.

What's happening?

We're having our
first date, darling.

I was hoping for
dinner and a film.

But--

Look, if you keep those
little menaces from stopping me,

forget the first date--

I'll marry you.

I always knew Jerry
had a big heart.

For a guy who didn't
have time for women,

he sure is wrapped
around her finger.

Sorry, Jerr.

But it's for your own good.

[gasps]

[groans]

[screaming]

Whoa.

Close call.

You have to admit, Jerr knows
how to take care of a woman.

Who knew he had it in him?

Now what do we do?

Speed up.

Love can't be rushed, my dear.

But for you, anything.

[frightened gasping]

[distressed cries]

Time for a quick
makeover, girls.

CLOVER: Finally, a cover-up
that actually works.

SAM: A little dollop of this
hair gel does go a long way.

What?

[shouting]

[distress siren blaring]

Do something.

I have no control of
anything, especially

my deep love for you.

[groans] My aching head.

Darling?

I'm sorry, madam.

This relationship
has been grounded.

I prefer to fly solo.

Yay.

We have our Jerry back.

But I just wanted to be loved.

You girls are lucky
to have boys love you.

It's more than luck.

[gasping]

It's the hair flip and smile.

No boy in his right
mind can resist it.

Ugh.

Why didn't I think of that?

Thank you for
saving me, spies.

SAM AND CLOVER: No sweat.

You did not just say that.

[bell ringing]

Well, girls, um, now
that the mission's over,

there's something
I need to confess.

Me, too.

Me, three.

GIRLS: I asked
David to the dance.

[quizzical vocalizations]
Oh.

Oh.
This is horrible.

I mean, what kind
of friends are we?

The kind that get
a little possessive.

OK.

Let's not be so
hard on ourselves.

I mean, he is a hottie.

Hey.

Maybe David would be up to
going with all three of us.

Good idea.

Let's ask him.

[excited shrieking]

So, David, the three
of us were wondering,

you know, if you didn't
already have a date

for the Sadie Hawkins dance--

Sorry.

Mandy asked me three days ago.

GIRLS: Mandy?

[groaning]

A little of our exclusive
cologne could change that.

It's not worth it.

Agreed.

Even if he does rank a


[sighs]

Glad that's over.

Hmm?

But we still have one
more case to solve.

Who are we going to take to
the dance on such short notice?

[groaning]

[gasping]

CLOVER: Come on, Jerry.

You'll have a good time.

I'm sorry, spies.

But a high school dance
is not on my agenda.

[contemplative vocalizing]

Huh?

Sorry, Jerry.

This is for your own good.

JERRY: Whoa!

[theme music]