03x12 - Escape from WOOHP Island

[bunniefuu]

[electronic beeping]

[theme music]

[ambient techno music]

[electronic beeping]

Job well done, Brittany.

All in a day's work, Jerry.

[thunder crash]

Jerry, the autopilot's down.

I'm taking manual control.

Jerry, do you read?

Britney, I'm afraid
I'm losing you.

Come in, Jerry.

[PLANE ENGINES GROWL TO SIGNAL
RAPID DESCENT]

[monotonous but upbeat music]

ALEX: Hi-yah!

[doorbell rings]

[alex gasps]

[sam gasps]

CLOVER: Surprise!

Did ya' forget your keys?

And your sense of fashion?

No, and no.

I'm a Beautilicious Betty.

Isn't it fantastic?

A beau-ta- who-da what?

A door to door
peddler of everything

that's right with the world.

[twinkling wind chimes]

[alex gasps]

SAM: Wow!

Hmm.

Didn't the news run a story
about these shoddy products?

Okay, nothing was proven.

The overpriced tag
speaks for itself.

Who can put a dollar
amount on beauty?

Sam, is that a
zit I see brewing?

You said you couldn't see it!

Alex, have you been
scrubbing toilets again?

Toilets don't just clean
themselves, you know!

Come on girls,
just give 'em a try!

For me, your bestest friend?

Don't you want to look great for
all the hunky guys at the WOOHP

company picnic this weekend?

Well, when you put it that
way, I'll take the hand lotion.

I'll try the face cleanser
with the soft scrub cloth.

Ooh!

It's like a million tiny
fingers exfoliating.

Totally, my hands have
never been so silky.

That'll be $69.47.

Man, for someone
who can't put a price

on beauty you don't hold back.

[pressurized door opening]

[AIR MOVING THROUGH CAVERNOUS
SPACE]

ALL: Ah!

Uh!

[jerry clears throat]

We have a crisis, girls.

The only crisis I see is that
pasty complexion of yours, Jer.

Luckily, I have a mega bronzer
I'd be happy to sell you.

Brittany's plane went down.

[gasp]

Britney?

She was flying over an
island in the Atlantic,

when I received a red alert
from her plane's computer.

Then, nothing.

But, she was the
best recruit ever.

We taught her every
spy trick we know.

I haven't heard
a thing from her.

I'm afraid she may be injured.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's hit the search and rescue!

It's a bit more
complicated than that.

There is nothing
complicated about a friend

in trouble, Jerry.

Yeah, Britney's the best.

Even Alex couldn't
stay jealous of her.

I wasn't jealous-- for long.

Only long enough to quit.

The island she
was flying over is

a top secret holding
facility for WOOHP's

most dangerous criminals.
- We can handle it.

We'll just stay away from
the holding facility.

No, I'm afraid
that won't help.

Britney's plane took
out the security system

when it went down.

So, the island's evil
residents are running wild,

and Britney's on her own?

Indeed.

And because of that
breach in security,

the island is now
set to self-destruct.

You have exactly three
hours and twelve minutes

to find her and
get out of there.

Then upload the 4-1-1 on
all the island's baddies

for us ASAP.

We're gonna need the advantage.

JERRY LEWIS: Yes.

G.L.A.D.I.S., if you would.

G.L.A.D.I.S: Dispensing gadgets.

JERRY LEWIS:
G.L.A.D.I.S., the usual,

plus the M-Ray Contact
Lenses, Laser Nail File,

and the Hologram
Projecting Mood Ring.

Hang on, Brit.

We're coming.

Let's go!

[engines rev]

Clover, feed us the link on
the island's major baddies.

Seems there's three
to watch out for--

Gargantuan, The
Surgeon, and Alienator.

Gargantuan or was taken in for
trying to demolish the planet,

and escaped twice
causing mondo damage

before it was caught again.

Big deal, giant robot-y
thing-- we'll just

wipe out its mother board.

The Surgeon is being held
because he set out to disfigure

the world one face at a time.

Okay, someone has issues.

Okay, ew.

What kind of monster is he?

Speaking of monsters,
check this one out.

Alienator is here
because, well, it's

a vicious alien creature
from outer space

that only wants to devour us.

The thing is blind, so its
other senses are heightened.

You can't breathe
without being detected.

I can't breathe now.

This helmet is making
me all kinds of flushed.

I was thinking
it was the leather,

because my hands are way itchy.

That's funny, because
I felt just fine.

In fact, I was thinking
of wearing this outfit

to the company picnic.

[alert beeps]

Hey, shouldn't
the island be here?

The island's top secret, which
means it's probably cloaked.

Just Give me a sec
to alter the program.

Gotcha!

Over there!

Cool.

Now, let's get
mission save Britney

accomplished before this
baby blows and ruins

a perfectly good hair day.

[electronic music]

[mysterious, suspenseful music]

Maybe the villains don't know
the security system's down.

[TREES CRASH A SMALL DISTANCE
AWAY]

Hmm.

[large footsteps approaching]

ALL: Ah!

Gargantuan!

Unfair advantage, here!

Run?

Time for a little
jet pack action.

Whoa!

Alex!

Anyone know if the jet
packs come with barf bags?

Hold on, Alex!

I'll save you!

[whimpering and scratching]

Hello!

In the middle of a battle here,
not the time to lose focus.

It's not me, it's your
blotch-a-rific skin cream!

It's attacking my face!

That's probably
just poison ivy,

Beautilicious has an ointment
for it, but first things first.

Right now, we have
to short-circuit

Gargantuan's motherboard!

ALEX: Uh, whoa!

[alex gasps]

SAM: What is it?

No wonder WOOHP didn't just
fry the hard drive, there

is none!

Gargantuan's
insides are organic.

So, it's not a
robot after all?

Nope!

Which means it's time for
plan B. Follow my lead.

Ah!

You're supposed to be helping
me, not making me sicker!

Trust me.

I saw this in an
old monster movie

at a drive-in in the Valley.
Worked like a charm.

Hey, good hand, Sammy!

Uh, wish I could say
the same for you, Alex.

Ah!

I'm all hairy!

It must be from that
bogus hand cream!

Not to worry, Alex.

Beautilicious makes a
k*ller shaving cream.

Now, enough with the chitchat!

We've got two hours to
find Britney and get

off this ticking time b*mb.

ALEX: Let's do it.

[suspenseful music]

Whoa!

Britney's plane!

It's completely intact!

How can you crash
without any damage?

Good question.

The controls seem fine.

And her computer's
still functioning.

Brit's too good a spy to
land safely and not check in.

Something's definitely up.

Let's see what the
exterior cam has to report.

SAM: Brit didn't crash,
she was forced down.

But why, and by who?

[all scream]

I just hate when low-techs
get the better of us.

[ominous music]

[evil laughter]

THE SURGEON: Look
at those cheekbones,

those eyes, that chin.

Well, I can't
take all the credit.

I was born this way.

A little nip here,
a little tuck there,

and your face will
look just like mine!

Ew, as if!

Hey doc, you think you can
do anything about my hands?

[excited grunting]

Oh, my, oh, those
are very attractive.

Trying to escape?

Cute!

I'll operate on you, first.

If at first you don't succeed!

That's right, I know karate.

You may know Karate, but
I'm a black belt in Pilates!

[suspenseful chime music]

[surprised grunt]

Let's see how
you like it, pal!

[nauseated gag]

[muffled cries for help]

Britney!

Britney, you're okay!

Clover, Alex, Sam!

I can't believe you found me.

You're the best
spies in the world.

CLOVER, ALEX, SAM: Aw.

Though, I got to admit,
you two look a little

different than I remember.

Yeah, thanks to Clover's
ugalicious products!

And I suppose your
hairstyle is my fault, too?

You look a little
different too, Brit.

Only, I can't quite
tell what it is.

Oh, well.

There'll be plenty
of time to catch

up once we escape WOOHP island.

You're right.
Clock's ticking.

Let's get out of here.

[egyptian music]

Uh--

Where are you going,
your plane's this way.

That's the first place
they'll look for us.

We need to get to the beach
where the WOOHP's versible is.

I released it when my
plane started to go down.

Wow, even under capture
you're on your toes.

See, I'm not jealous.

I learned from the best.

Only one problem--

how do we know which
way the beach is?

Easy!

We follow the wind patterns.

[quiet, suspenseful music]

Uh, Sammy, you have
some gunk on your face.

Ew!

Clover, what did you do to her?

Okay, that's it.

Whatever is going on with
you two isn't the fault

of my Beautilicious products.

And I'll prove it!

Hey, don't worry,
nothing's going to happen.

On second thought, maybe
these products are shoddy.

It's not the
products, it's her skin!

It's latex!

[maniacal laughter]

And she's not
Britney, she's Willard!

That slo-mo freak of a villain!

I knew you

[alarmed squeal]

knew you goody-goody spies would
help your goody-goody friend.

So, I created a device to
pull her plane down intact,

so I could escape.

So, escape already.

We only care about
Britney, where is she?

Rush, rush, rush.

I don't rush.

I hate rushing.

Have you learned nothing
from our last encounter?

Listen, twisted mister.

We're the reason
you're on this island.

So what makes you think you
can outfight us this time?

SAM: Clover!

All right, all right!

We'll slow down.

See?

Talking nice and slow now.

[grunt]

I spent three weeks
writing this speech.

The least you can do
is listen patiently.

Now, where was I?

Oh, that's right.

Once I get rid of you pests,
I'll lead my army of baddies

off this island and take over--

I don't know, maybe, the world?

[mock snoring]

That took three weeks?

Where's Britney?

[frustrated yell]

[ominous music]

You guys, you're the best.

But you didn't have
to come here for me.

Like you wouldn't have
done the same for us.

Don't worry.
We'll get out of this mess.

There you go,
rushing to conclusions.

Rush, rush, rush.

When will you learn?

[angry snarl]

Now?

Now's a good time to learn!

You bet it is.

Rush, and your demise is
only that much closer.

Remember, it's blind.

All we have to do is chill
and it won't know we're here.

Easy for you to say.

[hungry growls]

[furious scratching]

Run!

[screaming]

[suspenseful music]

[sounds of struggle]

Unh!

When in doubt, accessorize.

You are so like me!

We have to go shopping
when this is over.

Shh!

He hears every move!

That's it!

Its hearing!

Ha!

[suspenseful music]

[sonic, high pitched whistling]

Good thinking, Britney!

Standard, requisite WOOHP
ultrasonic dog and alien

whistle.

Uh-oh, I think it
can hear the whistle.

What does that mean?

That's no whistle,
that's my watch!

Phew, for a second I
thought it was an alien.

We've only got four minutes
before this island blows--

and us with it!

I don't suppose you have a
map back to the plane, Brit?

I have something better--

a laser trail.

I triggered it when
I was captured.

Wow, we really
did train you well.

Totally!

We should talk
to Jer about having

you team with us permanently.

That's sweet, Alex.

But Jer's already got
me assigned to a team.

Girls, meet Dimitri and Javier.

They'll be at the
company picnic.

I'll introduce you.

[ominous music]

[commanding grunts]

Two minutes,
forty-nine seconds--

how far are we from the plane?

It's just beyond
that clump of trees.

They'll get there before we do.

Not if use the Hologram
Projecting Mood Ring!

I'll mask the real plane,
and create a fake one

just a few feet away!

Great idea.

Willard will load his
baddies into nothing.

Forget nothing-- into a trap.

And I have the perfect
gadget to do just that.

Give me two seconds head start,
then lure them to the plane.

One Mississippi,
two Mississippi--

Hurry girls, the
plane's this way!

Huh?

Quickly, before
they take the plane!

For a guy who hates
rushing, he moves pretty fast!

[panting]

You goody-goodies
think you're so fast.

Get them!

[suspenseful techno music]

What is that, cologne?

Much as you could use
some, this will have to do.

A little instant growth--
see, fast isn't always bad.

Good advice.

Britney!

[suspenseful techno music]

[gasp]

Hi-yah!

I taught her the whole
drive, tuck, roll move.

[victorious music]

I forgot how fun it was
to work with you guys.

And we look good
doing it, too.

[smooth techno music]

A personal Skincare formula
that WOOHP's been working on.

Now, that's the
Sam and Alex I know.

What?

What?

Oh, all right.

I'll turn in my
Beautilicious badge.

We knew you'd come around.

So, when can we
get our money back?

Uh, who said anything
about a money back guarantee?

But, you just of your
products are lame and bogus.

All Beautilicious
sales are final.

After all, how can I
make a commission if I

give everyone back their money?

[unhappy squealing]

I admit, when I first met
Britney I went into rival mode.

But she was, like, totally
stepping on my turf!

You know, being all nice
and talented and spy like.

I guess just because we
have the same interests--

and the same levels of skill--

doesn't mean we have
to be enemies, does it?

No, right?

Right!

Hey, wait a minute.

Maybe that's why we're
such good friends now,

'cause we're so alike!

Plus, she's super hip.

I mean, even more
hip than Clover.

CLOVER: I heard that!

Oopsie.