03x15 - Super Agent Much?

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[theme music]

[expl*si*n]

Clover, head him off.

It's Sergei Siberia,
the cyber thief.

He's headed right for you.

So it should say
"Spring Frozen Yogurt

Social" in capital letters.

I'm thinking bright fuchsia
with a mauve border.

[whoosh]
Oh!

Excuse me!
- Clover!

You let him get away.

Hey, that was a
really important call.

This secret agent thing is
really cutting into my me time.

Blue streamers for
an Easter Dance?

It'll totally clash
with the bunny.

Go with the dusty peach.

Cheerleading practice is 4
o'clock by the east bleachers.

I emailed everybody
a new cheer cheer.

[laughing]

School spirit is falling
at an alarming rate, girls.

Bad news for the
School Spirit Club.

I want six new ways to love
our school by 4 o'clock.

Mm-hmm.

Dear Fashion Club,
Gretchen Bateman

has started wearing her
father's ties as belts.

Look into it.

I smell a new trend.

Is it my imagination,
or is Clover

in, like, a gazillion clubs?

A gazillion and one.

She just founded the
Club Joiners Club.

Clover, your popularity
numbers are through the roof.

There was a brief dip when you
accidentally joined the Chess

Club, but you shot right
back up after joining

the Popularity Club.

Thanks, Arnold.

I'll expect your next
report on Wednesday.

Oh.
[whimper]

Clover, this is
getting out of control.

It is not.

I'm just doing what
comes natural--

being popular.

But you're totally
flaking on our missions.

And you haven't even
been to the mall in weeks.

You must be in
shopping withdrawal.

Not to mention
that we miss you.

What do you say?

This afternoon, it is
shop till you drop.

Sorry, guys, can't.

Got five club meetings
right after math.

See you at home.

It's so tragic.

I never thought I'd
see the day when

Clover lost the will to shop.

[sigh]

[bell ringing]

Bye, Clover.

Bye.

Bye bye.

Bye, Clover.

Bye.

See you later, Clover.

[thunk]

Mm.

Who knew being popular
gave you mega frizzies.

Oh.

One part chlorine to
two parts benzine.

I think it's three parts
bromine to one part--

Or-- or was it
two parts benzine

to three parts nitroglycerin?

Two parts bromine to
four parts chlorine, then

raise the temperature
to 98 degrees

Celsius before processing
it in the centrifuge

for 15.8 seconds, duh.

Clover, are you OK?

Of course, I'm great.

I just love science.

Don't you?

You love science?

But you barely--

[scream]

Thanks, I needed that.

Clover, are you
sure you're O--

[expl*si*n]

[screaming]

Why are you screaming?

We've done this,
like, a hundred times.

It means we've
got a new mission.

You want to be whooped?

What about all
your club meetings?

Who cares about school clubs?

I'm a spy!

[tapping]

Agent Clover, reporting
for duty, sir.

Sergei Siberia is at it again.

Oh, that's right.

Someone let him
get away last time.

He's robbing Beverly
Hills Bank as we speak.

GLADIS.

Here are your gadgets.

How about a multi-function
charm bracelet

for the charming Clover?

Alex will able to
snag her favorite

bow with chic new tangle
ba*ls that store conveniently

in her fashionable sheepskin
belt. And for the lovely Sam,

the new Facial
Exfoliator 5000, which

doubles as a powerful
tunneling machine

when you're late for
that all-important date.

Oh, get on with it.

Whoa!

GLADIS, we have to talk.

[alarm ringing]

Whoa!

[bark]

[whimper]
[gasp]

There he is.

He's getting away.

We can't use our jetpacks.

It's too narrow.

I don't need a jetpack.

[crash]

[crunch]

Whoops.

Hiya!

Whoa!

[crash]

Good job, Clover.

[grunt]

Hey, why is a cyber
thief stealing boring stuff

like money and jewels anyway?

[chattering]

It's so rad the cafeteria
opened up a sushi bar.

I just love these SoCal rolls.

You know, Clover is
totally into sushi.

Where is she, anyway?

I've got it.

I crunched the numbers
on our missions,

and our bad guy to closed case
ratio just doesn't cut it.

By factoring in a series of
bidirectional algorithms,

I calculated a way to improve
our spying efficiency by 47.9%.

Sushi?

- Never touch the stuff.
- Um.

Now, by restructuring
our point of attack--

Hi, Clover.

Notice something
different about me?

[gleam]

Anything would
be an improvement.

Ugh.

My new Sunray Shades.

Aren't you jealous?

Of two sheets of
translucent polyethylene

surrounded by molded plastic?

Ugh, no.

Why would I be?

OK.

Clover, the new
cheer is cheerific.

We can't wait to--

Quiet!

Can you see I'm busy?

Help!

[clatter]

Wah!

[crash]

Uh--

Clover, you saved my life.

You're a hero.

[chattering]

Clover, will
you join our club?

We'll make you treasurer.

No, no, and no.

Now hear this--

I officially quit every
frivolous club I belong to,

and I don't wanna join any
more, so just leave me alone.

Huh?

This is gonna be m*rder
on her popularity numbers.

Hm.

You know Clover doesn't like
us snooping through her stuff.

Remember the borrowed
lip gloss incident?

Alex, Clover is our friend.

We are just trying to help her.

Well, looks fine to me.

Let's go.

What about the closet?

If you're looking for your
suede pumps, I borrowed them.

My bad.
She we should just--

[gasp]

Wow.

Way to accessorize.

Alex, these are
high tech weapons.

[shing]

[gasp]

Hah!

Why would Jerry give her all
this stuff without telling us?

Hm.

[pew pew]

[shout]

Oops.

Huh?

It's hair gel.

Hey, that's
Clover's handwriting.

She made this stuff.

The Spider Claw.

The Immobilizer.

And most of these
she's already built.

Bizarre.

- Exactly.
- And brilliant.

Brilliant?

Jerry, she needs help.

And she'll get help.

I'm putting the entire WOOHP
Weapons Unit on these designs

right away.

But, Jerry, can't you
tell something's different

about her?

Absolutely.

She's finally become the
fine-tuned, take-action spy

that WOOHP can be proud of.

BOTH: What?

You two should take note.

She's the ultimate WOOHP
spy of the 21st century.

[whirring]

[gasp]

[shouting]

[footsteps]

She checks out well, Jere.

I tweaked the sezloid vector
in-flight, doubled the speed,

tightened the turns 43%.

Don't baby her.
[gasp]

Splendid.

Oh, forgot to mention.

[grunt]

[grumbling]

Here, boys.

These boys belong in lockup.

Just thought I'd round up a
few bad guys on my test run.

[chuckling]

[yawn]

We're running low
on villains, Jere.

Almost had time for a nap.

Next time, I assure you
we'll have villains to spare.

But in the meantime, I'm
very proud to present you

with WOOHP's 100th
Villain Caught Award.

Thanks for the
paperweight, Jere,

but we're wasting time here.

I'm up for another
solo mission right now.

Solo?

As in without us?

Now?

Well, I'm sorry,
Clover, but you've

nabbed virtually every bad
guy we're currently tracking.

Every one?

I'm starting to think my
talents are being wasted

at this second-rate agency.

[yoink]

Hey!

[laughing]

Amateurs.

[bang]

Whoa!
[beep]

[crackling]

[screaming]

[thud]

[groaning]

Have mercy.

The Electro Magnetron.

Designed it on my lunch break.

[grunt]

Oh.

Marvelous, just marvelous.

Failure is not an option.

[beep]
[whoosh]

[coughing]

Uh.

[footsteps]

Hm?

Hmph.

First, Clover's room,
now Jerry's office?

What's with all the
snooping around?

Well, we are spies.

I just need to do
a chemical analysis

on Clover's sweaty handprint.

[beeping]

Huh.

Hydraulic fluid?

Maybe it came from
the plane or something?

Maybe, but something's
weird, I know it.

Trouble is Clover isn't gonna
tell us what's going on,

but there's someone who might.

Why I steal jewels and money?

Why not?

You're a cyber thief.

You steal, like, super
secret microchips and stuff.

Who put you up to it, Sergei?

I work for
myself, like always.

It must be pretty boring
in here, huh, Sergei?

I mean, all this time alone
with no video games to play?

[sparkle]

Ah!

[whimper]

[straining]

You have Mutant Assassins 3?

[video game music playing]

[lip quivering]

OK!
Geraldine hired me!

She used to run SPI, but
she's now on her own.

She just used me as
decoy to test Clover.

Can I have video game?
Please?

Please?

Please?

BOTH: Geraldine?

Where is she now?

I don't know.

It like floating island
way out in ocean.

Huh?

Now, please, video game.

[crying]

Video game!

[gasp]

Floating island.

Hm.

There's islands all over.

Which one is
Geraldine's hideout?

Remember, her
island is man-made.

Is there one that
looks kind of weird?

Well, there is this
little round one.

What's weird about it?

It's moving.

SAM: What?

[blink]

[gasp]

ALEX: Whoa.

Let's go!

This would be way cool
if it wasn't so evil.

[cawing]

[zap]

Exfoliator 5000.

Let's see.

Caress, buff.

This is no time
for a facial, Sam.

Here we go--

pulverize.

Hm.

[whirring]

Don't worry.

I'm not breaking out.

We are breaking in.

[grunt]

This is Geraldine's hideout?

ALEX: Oh, boy.

[rattling]

Alex, don't look down.

You kind of don't
wanna look up either.

[babbling]

Run!

[scream]

[screech]

[screeching]

[shout]

[grunting]

[gasp]

[screaming]

[growl]

[laugh]

Nice to see you girls
getting back to nature.

Let us go.

Now!

Oh, manners, ladies, manners.

I must say, I find Clover
a tad more cooperative.

I knew it.

What have you done with her?

Just turned her into a finer
spy than WOOHP could ever do.

SAM: Huh?

I couldn't shut you down with
my squad of SPI super agents,

so I decided to destroy
WOOHP from within.

[chuckle] Allow
me to demonstrate.

[dripping]

Oh.

That's right, puss.

Drink up.

[lapping]

[crackling]

[growl]

[crash]

So Fluffy likes catnip.

Oh, I'll show you
who else likes catnip.

[grunting]

[crash]

[creaking]

[grunt]

Wow.

This bionic
woman works for me.

Not only that, she designed
every booby trap on the island.

And all it took was just a
few taps on the keyboard.

[crackling]

He gets so hungry
this time of day.

[chuckle]

[gasp]

Nice kitty.

Hey, it's just a cat.

[crackling]

Just a vicious, carnivorous cat.

Wait, you're right.

It's just a cat, and
cats like playing, right?

And what do they
like to play with?

I think this cat wants
to play with my throat.

No.

ba*ls.

SAM: Hm?

[clatter]

[purring]

That's right, kitty.

Isn't it fun?

[expl*si*n]

[meowing]

[giggle]

[crackling]

SAM: Too bad we don't
have nine lives.

Aww.

[crackling]

[hiss]

[scream]

[gasp]

[roar]

[scream]

Sorry, kitty.

Gotta blaze.

[meowing]

[buzzing]

We better call Jerry.

And then find Clover
before it's too late.

[grunt]

Oh, the little
fishies escaped the net.

Get them.

[scream]

[screaming]

[grunting]

I'd like the club
that Clover's in now.

You can't outrun me.

You might as well give up.

You're the one who gave up.

Now!

Wah!

[thud]

That's hitting below the belt.

[crackling]

[gasp]

[scream]

Clover, she's controlling you.

Never!

I'm a master of self-control.

Now!

[whoosh]

[thud]

[scream]

[crash]

BOTH: That's called teamwork.

Uh-oh.

Ugh.

Partners only slow you down.

No!

[laugh]

Finish them off.

[scratching]

[grunt]

Where'd you get that?

From your closet.

It's the prototype.

[bang]

[whir]

[groan]

[clank]

Give it back!

[scream]

[laugh]

A true spy isn't
made of gadgets.

[whimper]

[scream]

Wh-- what's--
what's happening?

Geraldine turned
you into a machine.

[screaming]

No!

Not water!

[scream]

[splash]

[crackling]

[expl*si*n]

[bubbling]

No!

My finest creation!

Is she OK?

The antidote.

Ugh!

Welcome back, Agent Clover.

What's with the
cough medicine?

It worked on kitty too.

Aww.

ALEX: Clover.

Uh, Jere, a little help?

[bell ringing]

But-- what?

How?

The numbers don't lie, clover.

It looks pretty bad.

Oh, but now I'm even
less popular than you.

Well, when you cut
out of all of the clubs,

your popularity plummeted.

Oh.

This isn't happening.

Hey, I also got
some good news.

You do?

We want you back
in the Chess Club.

Now hear this-- to all my old
clubs, please let me back in.

I-- I was just kidding before.

I'll do anything.

I'll even take the minutes
and-- and sweep up afterwards.

Please, I wanna
be popular again!

[echoing]

[cry]

[theme music]

Wow, can you believe it?

I mean, Clover was
the most popular

girl in school, and then--

whoosh.

Gone in an instant.

You know, I don't even
think anyone's asking

her for fashion tips anymore.

And when she walks down the
hall, it's like she just blends

in with all the other nobodies.

In fact, no one even
knows who she is.

CLOVER: All right.

We get it.

I mean, she is
really fun and--

I mean, she's a great girl.