02x13 - W.O.W.

[bunniefuu]

[music playing]

[theme - moonbaby, "here we go"]

THEME SONG: Here we go again.

We're getting on the
road till we stop.

And then we'll shop.

So 1, 2, 3 now,
baby, here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go on a
mission undercover

and we're in control.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Totally spies get
on with the show.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

[doorbell rings]

Hello.

Are you the woman of the house?

Why, yes.

I'm the woman of the house.

Well then today
is your lucky day.

I'd like to introduce you to
our fabulous new line of Sally

Kay suburban cosmetics.

[gasps]

[screaming]

BOY 1: So when do I
get my secret MIG pin?

CLOVER: Huh?

BOY 2: Immediately following
your final initiation.

Just remember the
first rule of MIG--

no girls allowed.

If you mention the
club to anyone,

it's grounds for
immediate expulsion.

No girls allowed, huh?

We'll see about that.

Hey boys.

Whatcha' talking about?

Uh, nothing, Clover.

We were just debating
what our overall body

mass would weigh on Mercury.

Would that be with or
without your MIG pins?

Ha ha ha.

Hmm.
- [gasps]

I wonder what
everyone in school

would think of your secret club.

I'll think I'll go take a poll.

Oh, hold it.

Nigel keep lookout.

[disgusted sigh]

You wouldn't be interested.

It's just a boring club
that does boring boy things.

That's why girls aren't allowed.

Hello.

I'm not just any girl.

If you want your club to have
any credibility whatsoever,

you need a member
like yours truly.

And I won't take
no for an answer.

OK.

We'll have to check with the
QB and get back with you.

Yeah. you do that.

But don't take too long.

CLOVER: So I said, I won't
take no for an answer.

And he said he'd have
to check with the QB--

whatever that means.

Wow, a secret club.

That sounds so mysterious
and exciting, Clover.

Yeah.

Now, what exactly does
this club do again?

Who knows what those
geeks do, and who cares?

The point is, no one shuts
Clover out of any campus club.

[rattling]

[gasps]

Some seniors probably stuffed
a freshman in the closet

as a prank.

They used to stuff me
behind the soda machine.

[wind blowing]

[screaming]

Sorry about that, ladies.

Sometimes the WOOHP tunnels
get a bit crossed up.

Do us a favor and uncross them
before you WOOHP us again, Jer.

Girls, allow me to introduce
you to my new assistant, Dinah.

[all] Hi.

It's a pleasure
to finally meet you.

I'm thoroughly impressed
with your work.

Thanks.

Welcome to the WOOHP team.

JERRY: It has come
to WOOHP's attention

that there has been a silent
and disturbing phenomena

occurring across the
world, and it has

now reached the United States.

Wow, can you get the
shopping channel on that thing?

[clears throat]

It seems that peaceful
women are suddenly acting

aggressively-- lashing
out at friends,

coworkers and strangers.

Each light on the map represents
where attacks have occurred.

Wow, that's a lot of lights.

Precisely.

We haven't been able to get
to the bottom of this anomaly.

That's where you girls come in.

Thank you, Dinah.

I don't know how I
got along without you.

Now for the gadgets--

expandable cable bungee belts,
wind tunnel 3000 tornado

blast hair dryer,


barrette camera, coil rope hair
bun, and the ever faithful jet

pack backpacks.

Look how cute
this little camera--

[shrieking]

How about some
tea, Dinah-- and some

of those wonderful homemade
cookies you brought in?

I recommend ginseng.

It'll give you a nice,
healthy energy boost.

[keyboard clicks]

Hello?

Miss Jones?

That's weird.

The receptionist
said she was in.

I say we take this opportunity
to look for some clues.

Keep an eye on the door.

[stomping sound]

Miss Jones?

MISS JONES: Did that
[inaudible] woman

send you to finish me off?

No.

As a matter of fact,
we're from WOOHP,

and we're investigating
your case.

[horror music]

Good luck finding
a turtle neck

that'll fit over that thing.

Miss Jones, do
you have any idea

what provoked your attacker?

Maybe all the orange you were
wearing made her go berserk--

you know, like red
makes bulls crazy.

I've always found my
outfit to be very soothing.

It's almost as if the very
fact that I was selling

beauty products infuriated her.

All of a sudden her eyes--
they started glowing red,

and she put me in a headlock.

According to Miss Jones's
police report, whoever attacked

her used an entire arsenal
of wrestling moves.

If you asked me, I
think she's still reeling

from the effects of the attack.

What was that nonsense about
the attacker's glowing red?

[notification beep]

Hey.

An email.

It's an invitation to some
event called Women of Wrestling,

tonight in Beverly Hills.

Who'd want to go to some
sweaty, stinky wrestling match?

Me-- if it was called
Hunky Men of Wrestling.

Yeah, I'll pass.

OK.

Next stop, McAllen, Texas.

Apparently a team
of male bowlers

were attacked by a
mob of angry women.

[engine revs]

[horn honking]

[bowling ball hits pins]

MAN IN BOWLING ALLEY:
All the women were

big, buff, and very aggressive.

They came out of
nowhere and ambushed us

right here on the lanes.

So you didn't
provoke the attack?

Not unless minding your
own business provokes them.

The strangest thing was, Mrs.
Dinsmore, the alley owner,

she was one of them.

I've never seen her
act like that before.

Okay, that bowling
shirt is enough to send

anyone into a fit of rage.

Maybe we should check Mrs.
Dinsmore's office for clues.

[bowling ball hits pins]

Let's see if the
alley's security

system recorded the attack.

[sounds of struggle]

Look, the women
are using wrestling

moves to thrash those bowlers--

just like in Miss
Jones's police report.

OK.

I'm getting a distinct wrestling
vibe from all these attacks.

If only we could figure
out the connection.

Hey guys-- check
out this screen saver.

WOW?

Hey, that's the same
invitation I got earlier today.

But it's addressed
to Mary Dinsmore.

I think we might have just
found that wrestling connection

you were looking for, Sammy.

SAMANTHA: Huh, it's
invitation only.

Looks like you guys are going
to have to find another way in.

No prob.

Come on, Alex.

Invitation?

[screaming]

Welcome to the show, sister.

[screaming]

[thuds]

[cheering]

Do they hold these
WOW events here often?

This is the first
I heard of it.

I just got the
invitation this morning.

Yeah, so did I.

Let's get ready to wrestle.

[bell]

[screaming]

ALEXANDRA: Let's
see if those Amazons

left any clues back here.

Just keep a low profile.

I don't want to end
up on the wrong end

of one of their headlocks.

The last night of
recruiting is upon us.

The sisterhood shall
finally prevail.

[suppressed scream]

Did you see how
big those women were?

Yeah, and I felt it, too.

Let's check out that room.

There's an air vent
above the door.

[crawling sounds]

This is it.

There's more junk in here
than in Jerry's closet.

Huh.

[cell phone]

Hello, it's Mandy.

Mandy?

Listen, I don't know what boy
you think I stole from you,

but this isn't the time.

Oh it's nothing like that.

I just wanted to tell you
that I heard you wanted

to join that secret boys club.

CLOVER: Wait, how do
you know about that?

MANDY: Oh, please.

I'm only like the most in the
know person at Beverly High.

CLOVER: So, what's it to you?

Just FYI-- I've been
putting pressure on the boys

to allow you to join.

Us girls have to stick together.

Later.

I wonder what
she's trying to pull.

[sound of key]

[gasps]

[scary music]

[sounds of struggle]

Yeah, you go girl.

[cheering]

Now to extend my army.

[crowd gasps]

Tonight, the sisterhood
is gaining power.

Tomorrow we shall take our
rightful place in this world,

after eradicating
all men and the women

who are not the chosen ones.

[pulsating sound]

[grunt]

[cheering]

[evil laughter]

ALEXANDRA: And
they say wrestling

doesn't promote violence.

This is crazy.

We've got to find Sam.

In this crowd?

How?

Jet pack backpacks.

There she is.
- Sam.

Am I glad we found you.

Hello?

Rude much?

What's with the cold
shoulder treatment?

[grunt]

You are enemies
of the sisterhood.

[fighting]

Stop it, Sam.

Why are you acting this way?

The fire of our cause
burns deep inside that one.

Bring her to me.

[screams]

CLOVER: You'd think WOOHP could
make a garbage proof uniform.

Where'd everybody go?

I'd better call her.

Hello girls.

How's the mission going?

The mission totally reeks.

Sam turned into a raging
nutcase, and attacked us.

Oh my.

That isn't good.

Jerry, do you have
any info on something

called the sisterhood?

I suggest we check
WOOHP's worldwide database.

Let me bring it up for you.

Thank you, Dinah.

Well, it appears the
sisterhood is an ancient group

of warrior women.

Long believed to be
a myth, their goal

was to be the supreme
rulers of the earth

by eliminating all
men, and weak females.

Thanks, Jer.

We're going to send you digital
images of some clues we just

collected.

Excellent.

Ta-ta.

This whole sisterhood
business sounds like a bunch

of superstitious garbage to me.
- I don't know.

Sam was acting pretty freaky.

[engine revving]

Let's check out our clues.

Here's that weird book I saw.

What do you think it is?

Looks like some sort of list.

Hey, there's Sam's name,
and Sam's mom's name,

and her grandmother's name.

ALEXANDRA: Look,
there's Mary Dinsmore's

name, and her mother's name.

It's like a family tree.

And all the names
lead back to Ariel.

ALEXANDRA: This must
be the female lineage

of the sisterhood.

That's how Ariel tracks
down her warriors.

Then Ariel invites them
to a wrestling show,

and somehow hypnotizes them.

But then where
does she take them?

Maybe Ariel's footprint
can tell us something.

Ariel's footprint is


found only at Mount St. Helens.

I bet that's where we'll
find Ariel's hideout,

and hopefully, Sam.

Girls, I've broken the code
of the stone calendar-- well,

with a little help from Dinah.

It seems the
sisterhood stone must

be used when the first
full moon of fall appears.

This year it lands
on November 2nd.

That's at midnight tonight.

We have less than two hours
to stop Ariel and save Sam.

Well then, you'd
better get going.

[engine revs]

All right.

Let's move fast, while
we have the element of--

[screaming]

Surprise.

ARIEL: Well, well.

What do we have here?

A couple of pathetic, girly
girls trying to ruin my plans?

You're calling us pathetic?

You're the one trying to take
over the world with wrestling.

Bring Bring them to
the proving ground.

I don't like
the sound of that.

ARIEL: I've waited too
long for this night

to let it be spoiled by a pair
of hyperactive, teenage brats.

[snaps fingers]

Sam?

Extinction to the unworthy.

They say you only
hurt the ones you love.

Your spy girlfriend is
going to prove that true.

[evil laughter]



We only have 10 minutes
left to stop Ariel.

Sam, snap out of it.

It's us, Alex and Clover.

Remember?

We're your best friends
in the whole wide world.

Enemies of the sisterhood
are no friends of mine.

OK, Sam, the bloodshot
eyes and the hissing thing

is getting a little old.

[sounds of struggle]

Perfect alignment of the
universe is mere minutes away.

I will awaken our fellow
sisters worldwide,

and we will rise up and take
what is rightfully ours.

Long live the sisterhood.

ALL: Long live the sisterhood.

Long live the sisterhood.

[screaming]

Submit now, and I shall bring
about your demise mercifully.

OK, how about I submit now,
and we both get a relaxing Chai

latte, and talk things over?

[running]

Nothing personal, but we're
not ready for demise just yet.

Ha.

What's going on?

How did I get here?

Why am I covered in mud?

Don't you remember?

Remember what?

You've been Ariel's
hypnotic trance

since the wrestling show.

You're one of the chosen ones.

Why would I be a chosen one?

Blame your great
great great grandmother.

She was a chosen one.

It's in your blood.

That is
superstitious nonsense.

There must be some
other explanation.

OK.

That's what I thought at first.

But two seconds ago,
your eyes were glowing,

and you were trying
to pummel us.

The mud must be blocking out
the power of Ariel's stone.

Huh, we only have three
minutes to stop Ariel.

[evil laughter]
- Get rid of them.

Wrestle your way out of that.

It's starting.

[screaming and grunting]

Long live the sisterhood.

Your day is over, sister.

My day has just begun.

[shrieks]

Must fight it.

Come back to me.

It's your destiny
to be a warrior.

Volcanic ash.

[sound of hair dryer]

No.

Oh.

No.

[sound of cracking]

Take that.

Ha.

[screaming and grunting]

I don't think
this assistant job

is going to work out, Dinah.

I'll be back, and one day the
sisterhood shall reign supreme.

It's like she
just disappeared.

Where'd she go?

Who cares as
long as she's gone?

Something tells me we
haven't seen the last of Ariel.

CLOVER: Where are we going?

MANDY: Hurry up.

It's a big surprise.

CLOVER: Hey, what's going on?

BOY 1: Silence, Pledge.

Do you promise to never mention
our secret club to anyone,

to uphold the MIG code of
honor, and, above all else,

promise your love and
support to the QB?

Um, I guess so.

BOY 1: Then by the power vested
in me as your appointed leader,

I swear you in and declare
you an official member of MIG.

All right.

This is more like it.

Now, does someone
want to tell me

what this QB business
is all about?

You mean, the queen bee.

The queen of MIG.

OK.

So what's MIG.

Mandy is great.

Our club celebrates the most
beautiful girl in school.

Huh.

Mandy's the QB?

MANDY: Of course I am.

Now for your initiation.

Massage my feet with
this duck feather.

It's the only thing that relaxes
me after a long day at school.

Let me out of here.

BOY 1: There's no out.

Once you're in, you're
a member for life.

Any time now, Clover.

Don't keep the
queen bee waiting.

[evil laughter]

[screaming]

[theme music]