03x14 - Evil G.L.A.D.I.S. Much?

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GUARD: Happy holidays,
Merry Christmas.

Happy holidays, Merry Christmas.

Hello, Clarence.

What?

No well wishes for me?

Ooh, I just love
Christmas in LA.

The terrific mistletoe,
the fake snow,

the mounds of expensive gifts.

Hey, this time of year is
about giving, not receiving,

Clover.

Oh, I'm all about
giving, Sammy.

Giving my Christmas
list to my father.

What is it, a new
flavor of fat-free fro-yo?

No, it's Yves Montblanc,
the most fabulous footwear

on the planet.

MANDY: Delete that e-pic, loser.

My mom's buying me the
last pair of the YMB boots.

Over my unmanicured
French tips!

They're mine!

Mine!

Uh, Clover, you're
going to risk breaking

a nail over a pair of boots?

I'll pay twice the price.

Quadruple!

I'll, I'll, I'll double
anything she offers!

Mother!

Do something!

I already did, honey.

I just bought the entire
nationwide chain of this store,

and all the YMB boots with it.

You did?

No way!

I did, yes way.

MANDY: You are so
getting my vote

for mother of the year, Pheebs!

Merry Christmas.

Sorry it didn't
work out, Clover.

Oh, I'm getting
those boots if I

have to force Yves
Montblanc himself to make

me a pair on Christmas day.

That's the Christmas spirit.

JERRY [ON DEVICE]:
Speaking of Christmas,

you're cordially
invited to attend

WOOHP's holiday bash tonight.

Thanks but no thanks, Jer.

We still got major
last-minute shoppage to do.

Sorry, girls, this
gathering is mandatory.

In fact, I need
you here right away

for a little pre-party mission.

On Christmas Eve?

But Jerry--

I'm not even
dressed for a party.

ALL: Whoa!

Now we know what poor
Santa has to go through!

Jerry, what mission could
possibly take precedence over

last-minute Christmas shopping?

Preparing my office for
tonight's festivities.

That's it, I am
returning your gift

just as soon as I buy you one.

I don't mind.

After all, this time of year
is about giving, not receiving.

And speaking of giving, Gladys,
give the girls their supplies.

GLADYS: Pail, mop,
duster, broom, ammonia.

Jer, I don't
have time for this.

I have extremely
expensive boots to find.

Well don't be silly, Clover.

Your boots will only get
ruined with all the cleaning

you're about to do.

I don't know what's
worse, this lame party

or these lame outfits.

Tell me about it.

Like didn't anyone
tell Jerry that fuchsia

is this year's red?

And hello, didn't
anyone tell him

a party's supposed to be fun?

And so, Crawford, a former
WOOHP agent turned evil elf,

hired a sleigh of reindeer.

Or so he thought.

This is a nightmare.

I'm going to be stuck at this
party for the rest of my life.

I'm never going to
find these boots.

Is there something I
can help you with, Clover?

Can you find a pair of
Yves Montblanc boots for me?

Affirmative.

Yves Montblanc available at--

Oopsie.

Oh, my.

Well that can't be good.

Understatement of the year.

She was just about to
reveal only the most

important information ever.

Gee, suddenly I don't feel
so silly in this outfit.

Alex, please mop
up the spilled punch.

Negative, Jerry.

You are no longer in charge.

I am indeed in charge.

[screaming]

OK, that's right
out of a horror movie.

You cannot override the
security system, Jerry.

Only I control it.

She's right.

I better contact Agent Mathers.

He's skiing in Aspen.

Hey, I thought this
borefest was mandatory!

Now is not the
time to nitpick.

Oh, my, Gladys is blocking
my outgoing message.

I have no choice but
to disconnect her.

Whoa!

GLADYS: Better re-think
your plan, Jerry.

Sam, laser
launcher, top drawer!

Take her down the
old-fashioned way.

Where's her hard drive, Jerry?

No one can stop me!

[screaming]

Everyone to the panic room.

Now!

[screaming]

Not without you, Jerry!

Let go, you cyber manic nut!

Hey!

Let's go!

Random!

I mean, who knew Gladys would
be the life of the party?

Well, I wish she'd stop.

Something tells me
she's just getting started

GLADYS: Jerry.

Why are you running, Jerry?

Creepy!

She can see us!

GLADYS: There is no escape.

CLOVER: I think she's taking
this life of the party

thing a little too seriously.
Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

I must admit, the extent of
her malfunction is fascinating.

Gone are the days when she
just controlled my office.

Now, she controls
the entire building.

Can we admire your
whacko machine later?

Like when we're safe?
- Hmm.

This closet is
lined with titanium.

It should slow down
her ability to find us.

CLOVER: OK, so you
spilled punch on Gladys,

why is she suddenly so evil?

I didn't get that crazy when you
dropped jelly on my cashmere.

She's probably sick of
living in Jerry's shadow.

You know, never getting
any of the limelight.

Hello, she's a computer.

She doesn't care about
things like that.

I'm afraid it's my
fault that Gladys is evil.

I downloaded her brain
from The Brain, the world's

most brilliant villain.

She has a villain's brain?

A villain who
set out to destroy

the world by misleading
nations into launching

missiles at one another.

I thought I deleted
all the evil synapses.

Well he must have a weakness.

Everyone does.

Shopping.

All we have to do is
find out what it is,

and that's our key
to stopping Gladys.

Luckily, he happens
to be in the building's

holding facility.

I say it's time we
visit The Brain.

Uh, is everyone
forgetting we're

hiding in a titanium closet
cause a freako robot just

tried to annihilate us?

Not at all, which
is why there's

no time like the present
for a little present.

Ooh!

Me first, me first!

Oh.

Uh.

Hmm.

OK, you realize
we're not eight.

It's the bubble blaster
invisibility shield.

We simply ensconce
ourselves, and move

as quietly as possible.

SAM: Alex, no!

Oopsie.

Oopsie.

SAM: Run!

Why are you running?

Your odds of escaping are
infinitesimally minute.

GLADYS: Your moves are like an
amateur chess player, Jerry.

I thought I trained you better.

Who trained whom, Gladys?

Check.

Time for gift number two.

A boring amethyst charm.

This isn't boring at all, Jer.

In fact, it's beautiful.

By boring, I mean drilling.

We can't just bore our
way back into the corridor.

Gladys will only attack again.

What's behind the elevator?

The ventilation system,
and it's made of titanium.

[crash]

If that wasn't
your stomach, Jer,

I think we better step on it.

Gladys will
never think to look

for us inside The Brain's cell.

How delightful.

I haven't had so many
visitors since last Christmas.

Unfortunately, I haven't had a
chance to get gifts for anyone.

Gee, you seem nice.

What's up with the whole
starting a world w*r thing?

I only wanted
everyone to disarm

in an effort for world peace.

No one complied.

So a world w*r was
the second choice?

Ironical, much?

Yes, but you see,
I had this condition.

I'm a little crazy.

You must be you didn't
even touch your holiday meal.

BRAIN: Oh, it's covered in
cranberry sauce, to which

I'm dreadfully allergic.

It makes me even
crazier than usual.

Cranberry!

That's the kind of juice
I spilled on Gladys!

SAM: She must have
the same allergy.

I bet it triggered the
evil part of her brain.

GLADYS: That means
two more missiles

have just been launched.

Checkmate, Jerry,
wherever you are.

She's trying to start a
world w*r just like The Brain.

How are we going to stop her?

You can't.

But I can.

You see, we share
the same network

of neurons that form
the brain's information

processing circuits.

Hello, high school
students here.

He's saying he's
the only one who

can outsmart her
since he already

knows what she's thinking.

If you reduce my sentence
by a mere 500 years,

I'll help you delete the
evil from Gladys' brain.

Well, although this is not
WOOHP policy, I suppose we--

Not so fast, Jer.

Hey, you prison guys can smuggle
in anything you want, right?

Throw in a pair of YMB
boots, and you got a deal.

Agreed, Brain.

We have no choice
but to trust you.

The first thing
I need is a jet.

I'll use the jet to
intercept the missiles,

then disable them before
they reach their target.

I have a better idea.

The criminal stays put, and
Clover and I take the jet.

How will you
disable the missiles?

With your third
gift, the Remote

Fires Palm Coder Decoder.

It intercepts computer
programs remotely.

It's not powerful enough
to overtake Gladys,

but it should suffice
for the missiles.

Brilliant.

First things
first, I'll disable

the transmitter
on one of the jets

so Gladys doesn't control it.

GLADYS: Clover, Sam.

You cannot outwit me.

OK, so how do we fix Gladys?

Simple.

The logarithm of acid to base
is unbalanced from its imperfect

state of four, which is a
common cerebral reaction

to an allergent.

Now you're just
being difficult.

Gladys became evil when
she was exposed to too

much acid, cranberry juice.

All we have to do is pump
a base into her mainframe

to counter the allergy.

Genius.

Only where will we get a base?

You mean, like ammonia?

From when I was cleaning.

We ran out at home, so I
was going to borrow this.

I was gonna pay you back!

SAM: Bingo!
m*ssile one disarmed.

GLADYS: That wasn't
very nice, Sam.

Nice or not, m*ssile
number two, here we come.

Yes!

GLADYS: I don't think
that's such a good idea.

Gladys' jets are
trying to lock in on us.

It's only a matter
of time, girls.

Gladys' mainframe.

Beautiful.

Pristine.

Can we have this
lovefest later?

This won't hurt a bit.

GLADYS: What are
you doing, Brain?

Do not betray me.

We are one.

Where are you, Brain?

Brain, where are you?

Brain!

I actually feel sorry for her.

GLADYS: Where are you, Brain?

Brain, where are you?

Jerry?

The Brain's plan is working!

All my plans work.

Well, except the last one.

The one that got you here.

They're They're locked in on us!

Everything's over.

Let's head back to WOOPH.

- Sammy, look!
- What is it?

Is it Santa?

Be careful, don't hit him!

CLOVER: Oh, girl, it's
better than Santa!

It's Yves Montblanc boots!

SAM: You can't be serious.

They're on someone else's feet!

National Security, miss.

I have to commandeer your
boots for official business.

Your country thanks you.

I must say, I'm
impressed with your--

A gift my dear mom smuggled
in n a 20 pound fruitcake.

But we had an agreement.

I'm a criminal, I'm
not to be trusted.

Besides, how else was
I going to escape?

OK, now that you've
escaped, I think

you should turn yourself in.

Nice try, but I
have a better plan.

It's just like my old
plan, only more evil.

I'm going to launch all
of those missiles at once

Forget tricking countries
into going to w*r,

I'll do it myself.

If only he used
his evil for good.

OK, major m*ssile
launch, here.

Is Gladys freaking out again?

Pure genius is
behind this attack.

CLOVER: What have you
done with Jerry and Alex?

They're a little
tied up at the moment.

I don't I don't think I
can keep up this pace.

JERRY: I said, left.

I am going left!

Allow me to assist you, Jerry.

Keep up the good work, girls.

Jerry, Alex, you're OK!

Like a day at the spa,
without any of the perks.

Continue to decode the
missiles as best you can.

We'll try to devise a plan.

After the frequent flyer
miles from this mission,

we're going to Fiji for a
well- deserved vacation.

Provided there's still a Fiji.

Not another one.

Step away, you
maniac brainiac!

Precious, you believe
you can bully me,

but you've overlooked
one variable.

I have this condition.

I'm crazy.

And when I'm crazy,
I'm a fighting machine!

Feisty little guy, aren't you?

Not again.

Yes, again.

Using Gladys, we'll
download your brain power.

This time, making sure she isn't
turned evil in the process.

GLADYS: Download complete.

Hard drive enhanced 300%.

No evil virus detected.

The missiles!

How can we stop them?

GLADYS: I have a
solution, Jerry.

Permission to re-program to
launch missiles so that they

hit each other at once?

No, that was my idea!

She stole it from my brain!

No fair!

ALEX: Hey, you got your
most-wanted Christmas gift.

CLOVER: Totally.

Merry Christmas, girls.

Wow!

These are from my dad overseas.

I knew he wouldn't let me down.

[screaming]

What is that?

Maybe one of Santa's reindeer
has a hernia from carrying

all of Clover's gifts.

Mandy?

My mom sold me out to some
celeb who wanted the last pair

of Yves Montblanc boots!

Well, I'll show her.

I'm gonna stay out here
and freeze to death.

Um, it's 87 degrees out here.

Here.

Merry Christmas.

For me?

Really?

You're like the nicest
person I ever hated.

Wow, Clover, nice deed.

So not like you.

I'm proud of
you, finally seeing

the spirit of the holiday.

Holiday spirit, hello?

Yves Montblanc is so last year.

Look at these new
Georgia Vivaldi's, hot

off the European runway.

The nerve!

Trying to insult me
with these ugly things!

Now this is the best
Christmas present yet.

You know, I think Christmas
is about more than just gifts.

It's really about the
spirit of human kindness,

about treating others
with respect and courtesy.

That's why I love it so much.

I mean, what other
time of year can you

get pleases and thank
yous, even from the baddies

you're fighting?

It really does bring
out the best in people.

CLOVER: Legwarmers?

Hello, is this a
gift, or is someone

just cleaning out their closet?

And then there's Clover.