05x12 - WOOHPersize Me!

[bunniefuu]

[solemn electronic chord]

[bright electronic chord]

[theme music]

[electronic chirp]

[heavy rhythmic music playing]

MASTER MARIO: How would you
like to be buff enough to crack

walnuts in your armpits?

Or do a two-hour
workout in two minutes?

Or use your washboard stomach
as an actual washboard?

If you want to reach the
physical pinnacle of perfection

like me, then order my
ultimate workout system today!

[mellow upbeat music playing]

[sighing] So, that's
a lo-cal twist-o

mocha splash and an oven-fresh
cranberry croissant.

[huffing] With
tax, that's $18.11.

MAN: Thank you.

[upbeat music playing]

Hey guys!

Welcome to Mali-U Cafe.

How can I perk up your day?

I'm already perky.

But you can make me a decaf
caramel froth-o grande to go.

Clover, you know that's like,
the hardest drink to make.

Wow Alex, you look overworked.

You seriously need a break.

Yeah, Alex.

How about coming
to the gym with us?

[groaning] I'm
dying for a workout.

Who's talking about a workout?

I'm going to scope
out babelicious boys.

[dreamy music playing]

[gasping] But I'm here
for another two hours.

Major drag.

Make sure my froth-o's
extra froth-oey.

And I'll have a double caf
African roast inverted latte.

Britney, please tell
me you're not thirsty.

Oh, I'm really thirsty.
[steam whistle hooting]

Make me the most
splenderiffically

refreshing drink you've got.

[alex growling]

No prob, Miss
Splenderiffically Perfect.

Decaf froth-o, double-caf
latte, and one cinnamon-spice

double-steamed Alex-a-chino.

Invented it myself.

[britney gasping]

Mm.

That's.

Unique-tasting.

You're the best, Alex.

Huh?

[girls slurping and giggling]

GIRLS: Bye!

Oh, you're the worst!

[mellow music playing]

[britney quietly slurping]

You know, this Alex-a-chino
is actually pretty good.

[rhythmic whooping]

GIRLS: Huh?

[bongo drum music playing]

Hey, we're missing aerobics!

They're not aerobi-cising.

They're WOOHPersizing!

[shocked gasping]

But how could they know
the super-secret official

WOOHP fighting workout routine?

Yeah!

Only we're allowed to have
that much fun working out.

[RHYTHMIC MUSIC PLAYING,
WHOOPING]

Mandy's WOOHPersizing too!

That's just so wrong.

That's weird.

It sounds like they're
chanting to music or something.

And it's all on DVD.

OK, this crisis is way critical.

[electronic beeping]

[RHYTHMIC MUSIC PLAYING,
WHOOPING]

[exhausted sighing]

Looks like
WOOHPersizing is a little

too tough for non-super spies.

That workout was so intense,
I almost forgot I was doing it.

Hi, girls.

Wow, that looked
like quite a workout.

Something new?

Duh.

It's only the latest,
coolest workout craze ever.

Whoop-whoop!

[grunting]

You guys are such
out-of-fashion fossils.

[cackles]

[sam gasps]

We've got to tell
Jerry about this.

Emergency WOOHP request.

This is an emergency
WOOHP request!

[girls squealing]

JERRY: Oh, sorry, Spies.

You caught me in the middle
of my morning constitutional.

[huffing]

SAM: Speaking of working it,
someone stolen the super-secret

WOOHP fighting workout
routine and put it on DVD.

[rhythmic whooping]

What?

That's impossible.

Oh!

[grunting]

[sighing]

The routine was developed to
train our agents in the most

effective fighting techniques.

If it fell into
the wrong hands--

[alex squealing]

[girls gasping]

[girls grunting]

I can't believe you
guys WOOHP-ed without me!

We're sorry Alex, but it was
a WOOHP security emergency.

And we didn't want to pull
you away from your work.

[irritated huffing]

Clearly we have a
serious security leak,

and you girls have
got to plug it pronto.

If WOOHP's fighting routine
became common knowledge,

it could be disastrous.

These gadgets should help
you in your investigation.

Super-colorful
sound-canceling scrunchies.

Ooh!

Tres cute.

When pulled over the
ears, it cancels whatever

sound it's programmed to mask.

Can it block
out Mandy's voice?

JERRY: The
bling-bling boomerang,

a gold necklace that opens
up into a lethal boomerang.

The net-throwing mascara.

Finally!

Eye makeup that won't run.

JERRY: Suction cup go-go boots,
now with suction projectiles.

And the laser nail file,
an oldie but a goody.

Just like Alex.

[irritated grunting]

[seabird cawing]

[MELLOW MYSTERIOUS MUSIC
PLAYING]

SAM: OK.

Mandy and Mindy's surfing
class gets out at 2:00,

so we got just 20
minutes to find that DVD.

BRITNEY: Wait.

Someone should stand guard.

Alex, why don't you do it?

You're so observant, and we
need the very best lookout.

SAM: Yeah, come on.

[door sliding shut]

[girls gasping]

Talk about overkill.

Well, I guess if
you look like Mandy,

you need to lay it on thick.

What'd they do, buy out
a whole department store?

[girls gasping]

Uh, guys, we'd better
pick up the pace.

I don't think we want
them catching us here.

I found it!

[rhythmic drum music playing]

Come on, people, let's
see some sweat out there.

I'm gonna whoop you into shape!

Thief-ercise much?

He's blatantly stealing WOOHP's
fighting workout techniques.

[rhythmic whooping]

Hey.

That's Brazilian
tribal trance music.

The only source is a
rare music library.

And you knew that why?

[britney giggling]

[gasping] We need
to hack in and find

out who borrowed the music.

[irritated grunting]

[MOCKINGLY]
You're so observant.

That's right.

I observe you're trying
to take my place!

Hey.

Well, I'm not gonna wait
all day without a latte.

[giggles]

Hm.

[coin clanging]

I hate it when low
tide ends class early.

I mean, what are we
paying tuition for?

[quiet slurping]

Hm?

[gasping]

[surprised gasping]

[ominous music playing]

Surfing is so much
easier after WOOHPersizing.

Totally!

[pleased sighing]

[knocking]

GIRLS: Huh?

Huh!

[IN DEEPER VOICE]
Uh, excuse me miss,

but we're doing a survey
about uh, Mali-U Coffee.

You could win a year's
supply of lattes.

A year's supply of lattes?

Color me foamy!

ALEX: [IN DEEPER
VOICE] Now uh, do

you prefer your lattes
flat, frothy, or bursting

with creamy goodness?

[tiles clanking quietly]

Well, I would have to say--

[IN DEEPER VOICE]
Thank you, ladies.

You've been a great help.

GIRLS: Hm.

Do you think we'll win?

[relieved sighing]

[electronic trilling]

Wow, that was a close call.

Where were you?

I had to hide behind
Mandy's workout clothes.

[shuddering sigh]

Got it.

Now to hack into
their database.

Wow.

Just one person has checked
out the Brazilian tribal trance

music, and they only
have their initials.

M.M.

Mandy and Mindy!

I doubt it, unless they
have a summer house in Peru.

The address is in
the Andes Mountains.

[jet engines whooshing]

[water splashing]

[airy upbeat music playing]

Llamas are so elegant.

[llama grunting]

Ew!

Britney, control your beast.

I think it means
she likes you.

M.M.'s address looks like more
than just a mountain retreat.

[guards quietly conversing]

[ominous music playing]

[girls quietly grunting]

[clover grunting]

[grate clanking]

Kickin' move, Clover.

Oh, let me guess.

You want me to
stand guard again.

After what happened last time,
maybe it's better if the llamas

keep watch for us.

[irritated grunting]

[sam grunting]

[metallic squeaking]

[screws clinking]

I don't think
there's anybody here.

We better split up
to cover more ground.

Who wants to be on my team?

GIRLS: Me, me, me!

I guess I can
just be my own team.

That's the spirit.

[dispirited grunting]

Uh, no, I'll go with Alex.

[clover giggling]

[ominous music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

Too bad Sam and Alex
have the laser nail file.

[clover grunting and squealing]

Too bad is right.

My nails are so frayed from
holding the llama reins.

BRITNEY: Hm.

If only we could get in there.

Well, if these boots
can pull things out,

maybe they can pull us in.

[clover grunting]

[panicked squealing]

It works.

Whoa.

This company has
a great rec room.

[ominous music playing]

Something tells me this room
is for more than just a midday

workout.

GIRLS: Hm.

[suspenseful music playing]

Whoa.

Looks like we found
the right place.

This guy has more pictures
of himself than Mandy.

Master Mario.

Now where have I
heard that name?

[panicked gasps]

[rhythmic drum music playing]

Uh, we're like, really lost.

Can you tell us which
way the Tokyo Zoo is?

[whoopies grunting]

Okay, time for plan B.

[girls grunting]

Hey!

He just did a double
spinning backflip!

That's move 247 in
the WOOHP handbook!

[panicked squealing]

[girls shrieking]

[blows thudding]

It's like some kind
of army training room.

And here come the soldiers!

[WHOOPIES SHUFFLING AND
CLANKING]

This air shaft is
getting a little crowded.

[whoopies roaring]

[panicked squealing]

[nervous grunting]

[grunting and thudding]

There's no way to get out!

They're anticipating
our every move!

Except this one.

[grunting]

WHOOPIES: Oh, no!

Let's go!

CLOVER: Which way
did we come in?

Maybe if we map it out.

[electronic beeping]

[surprised gasping]

[panicked shrieking]

Chill, guys.

It's just us.

[panicked gasping]

And four more workout zombies!

That way!

GIRLS: Whoa!

[girls squealing]

[llamas bleating]

[girls shrieking]

[night animals trilling]

[mysterious music playing]

Master Mario?

He was once a loyal WOOHP
agent who developed many

of our patented
training techniques,

but he wanted to reveal the
WOOHP regimen to the world

just to make a few bucks.

We saw his office.

He did look kinda into himself.

We had to dismiss him.

His memory was supposedly
erased when he left WOOHP,

but clearly
something went wrong.

Wrong is right!

Yeah, like, what's with all
the weird tribal trance music?

And those scary
guards in his office?

We can find out tomorrow.

He's planning this big
seminar for all his followers.

And it's at the Mali U beach.

[LIGHT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC
PLAYING]

[MOTORCYCLES ZOOMING AND
SQUEALING]

[quiet chattering]

[ominous music playing]

It's Mandy and Mindy!

Something tells me they don't
know what they're getting into.

There's WOOHPersizing
stuff everywhere.

Hm.

Ooh, that belly shirt
would look so cute on me.

I think we better
try blending in.

Activate disguise mode.

PUZZLED WHOOPIE: Hm?

[clover giggling]

Is everybody ready
to WOOHPersize?

[crowd cheering]

Then let's get going, people!

[rapid rhythmic music playing]

I know Master
Mario's evil and all,

but this is a
pretty good workout.

Yeah, the music
makes you energized.

Maybe too energized.

It's like my body's leading
and my mind is following.

[pained grunting]

I can't stop!

Quick!

Put on your super colorful
sound-canceling scrunchies!

[electronic whirring]

I bet this looks
really lame, and with all

these hot guys around.

Hey, it's working!

I can't hear the music.

Ah, I can control
my body again!

ALEX AND CLOVER: Hm?

SAM AND BRITNEY: Whoop WOOHP!

Whoop WOOHP!

Whoop WOOHP!

Sam!

Britney!

Put on their
scrunchies for them!

[panicked gasping]

Hey, I can't get to them!

[nervous yelping]

Good.

Now you're all ready.

To destroy WOOHP.

[ominous music playing]

It's time to teach
Jerry who's boss!

WHOOPIES: Yes, Master Mario.

So that's his plan, to destroy
WOOHP with his own private army

of hypnotized Whoopies!

SAM AND BRITNEY: Non-Whoopies.

[menacing music playing]

Uh, eh, no.

We're Whoopies, see?

Whoop-whoop.

Whoop-whoop.

Whoop-whoop?

Whoop-whoop--

[uncoordinated whooping]

Whoopies attack!

[grunting angrily]

[blows thudding]

[woman growling]

[panicked yelping]

Whoa.

That was too close.

[mandy growling]

[pained yelping]

[girls gasping]

You'll never get away
with this, Master Mario.

[master mario chortling]

[ominous music playing]
- Don't worry.

I'll tell Jerry
you said goodbye.

[master mario cackling]

[gasping]

Careful, now.

The tide's coming in,
and you're going out!

[panicked shrieking]

[dispirited groaning]

To WOOHP!

[cackling]

[clover grunting]

Catching some waves
is usually a blast,

but this is going too far.

I can't see land anymore.

Whew.

Finally.

Time to think.

Uh, yeah.

Think about whether
we're lunch or dinner.

Gadget time.

[alex grunting]

I wouldn't normally
say this, but this

is no time for a manicure.

[alex grunting]

I don't know about
you, but I don't

want to become shark bait.

Alex, this big ball is
kind of the only thing

keeping us afloat.

So?

So, last time I checked,
lasers and big ba*ls of air

don't usually get along.

[high-pitched zapping]

[panicked shrieking]

[ball boinging]

[girls squealing]

BEACH GIRL: Beach hogs!

ALEX AND CLOVER: Whoa!

Ow.

Grab Mario's CD player!

Got it.

[upbeat music playing]

[MOTORCYCLES ZOOMING AND
SQUEALING]

[jetpack whirring and blasting]

[ominous music playing]

[frightened clamoring]

[rock music playing]

[master mario cackling]

There it is!

WOOHP is mine to destroy!

[motorcycles zooming]

Huh?

[GIRLS GRUNTING, JETPACKS
WHIZZING]

ALEX: Not on our watch.

You know, you might be able
to move faster if you weren't

riding stationary bicycles.

[net whipping]

[distressed clamoring]

Let them out!

[SOBBING] Oh, my loyal Whoopies!

Time to face the music.

[distorted warbling]

[gasps] My music!

What have you done to it?

Just playing it
backwards, Master Meany.

To reverse the effect.

[whoopies groaning]

Where did the beach go?

Is this like, some
freaky spinning class?

Looks like your private
army just deserted.

Well then, I'll
just resort to plan

B. Destroying WOOHP by myself!

[cackling]

[scooter whirring and whizzing]

- Come on, guys!
- Wow.

I guess we didn't use
our scrunchies in time.

Good thing you guys
were on the ball.

Thanks!

Now let's go.

Hello!

This is like, totally
ruining my do!

[motorcycles zooming]

WOOHPersizing is my creation!

Jerry will pay for
trying to take from me.

[chuckling]

Let's see some sweat, ladies.

[electronic chirping]

[lasers blasting]

[panicked shrieking]

[wheels squealing]

He's almost at WOOHP!

And now to send
my five-megaton

expl*sive wheel projectile
into the depths of WOOHP!

Ole Jerry will get the
workout of his life.

[wood clattering]

Take that!

[wheel whirring]

[BOOMERANG CLINKING AND
WHIRRING]

The boomerang can't
stop that thing.

Nope, but it can
turn it around.

Hm?

Oh, my.

[boomerang whirring]

[wheels screeching]

No!

[expl*si*n booming]

[nervous grunt]

Looks like Master
Mario just WOOHP-ed out.

[UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC
PLAYING]

[tutting] Oh, it's such
a shame when a former

WOOHP employee goes bad.

I hope you erase his
memory for good this time.

We'll just play him
his own trance music.

It worked on his
fawning followers.

They can't remember a thing.

Finally, WOOHPersizing
is secret again,

so nobody can misuse it.

Yeah!

I mean, who knew someone
could turn working

out into something evil?

[mellow music playing]

[gym patrons grunting]

[upbeat music playing]

Okay, now scan, scan!

Now scope, scope!

Get a good stretch in there!

Boys could be anywhere.

We don't want to miss them!

[cd player clicks off]

[girls huffing]

Wow.

Clover-cising is hard work.

But you know what they say.

No pain, no gain!

Hm.

Speaking of hard
work there's no way

we could have stopped
Master Mario's

evil plan without you, Alex.

That is so nice.

[pleasant humming]

I don't know why,
but I always felt you

were trying to take my place.

As if!

I could never come between
you and Sam and Clover.

You look beat.

Have a swig of my protein shake.

Thanks!

[quiet slurping]

Huh?

Isn't it delicious?

I made it myself.

[disgusted groaning]

[nervous chuckling]

[theme music]

[solemn electronic chord]