05x23 - Ho-Ho-Ho No!

[bunniefuu]

[compowder beeping]

[theme music]

[expl*si*n]

[beeping]

[chatter]

[giggling]

SANTA: h*, h*, h*!

[laughing]

[VOICE CRACKING] Who's
next to visit with Santa?

Anyone?
Anyone?

Santa who?

I want the
Turbo-Sonic Holo-Rock.

Look, it's the
Trendy Wendy Doll!

I want it!
I want it!

I want it!

Hmm.

ALL: [cheering]

[wind howling]

[chatter]

WOMAN: [shrieks]

[giggling]

[tinkling]

[chatter]

[beeping]

Awesome-- an original
BHCA designer pen!

Only I wish I knew who to thank.

That's the fun of
playing Secret Santa, Alex.

No one knows.

Ooh, look there!

[giggling]

Hm.

[chuckles]

Ooh, total cutie, Clover.

Nice catch.

I know.

And I'm like, so close
to forgetting his digits.

Quick, let me use your pen.

[frustrated squealing]

Actually, the BHCA
just project satellite

TV and has a built-in computer.

It doesn't actually write.

Duh, silly me.

I'm so excited.

I wonder what I got?

[gasps] This rocks!

The Mega-Micro
Cappuccino Master!

And it comes with a
single serving cup, too!

It's so cool!

Like, totally obvious much?

Virgil is so your
un-secret Santa.

[laughs nervously]

So who wants cappuccino?

Ooh, me, me, me!

I can't wait to see what
super-fantastic gift I got.

Hm-- [coughs] Ew,
someone gave me-- coal!

[laughs]

Happy Holidays, loser.

Don't burn it all in one place.

Mandy was my Secret Santa?

That is so unfair.

[squealing]

Clover, wait!

Don't waste a perfectly
good rock on Mandy.

CLOVER: It's only fair.

I was Mandy's Secret
Santa and I got

her the latest Blurblurry
scarf in the interest

of the holiday spirit.

Wait a sec, that's
strange because I

was Mandy's Secret Santa.

No way, I was Mandy's
Secret Santa, too.

Hm.

ALL: That cheat!

[cackling]

[grumbles]

ALL: [grunting]

[mechanical whooshing]

[squealing]

Jer, this is, like,
totally unfestive of you

to WOOHP us the day
before the biggest holid--

[beeping]

Wait, did you call us
here to give us our gifts?

What'd you get us?
Wait, don't tell me.

Let me guess.

Clover, If you please.

This is for my mum.

Oh.

So, where are our gifts?

That is why you
called us here, right?

[chuckles nervously]
Of course, I have--

I have your presents
right-- yeah, here.

Uh, h*, h*, h*!

Uh, earrings for Sam,
uh, earmuffs for Alex,

and a necklace for Clover.

[whining]

Uh, the wrong size?

Wrong everything.

One earring?

You couldn't find another clip?

But it's the thought that
counts, I'll have you know.

This worse than
giving us coal.

I'm sorry, girls, but I simply
haven't had the time to shop

yet, what with all the
havoc-wreaking and such

that's going on this season.

Whatevs-- this holiday
is a total buzz, anyway.

You might as well give
us our mission, Jer.

I'm sure that's the real
reason you WOOHPed us.

Well, delighted
you're interested.

There appears to be
an unidentified flying

object over Beverly Hills.

ALEX: Could it be a float
for the holiday parade?

Indeed, not-- our WOOHP
radar can pick up the object,

but it seems no one else can.

Sounds like an
intriguing mission, Jer.

And best of all, it's local.

A quick in-and-out
and we can get back

to the festivities at Mali U.

Yes, well, as long as you
have your priorities straight.

Chop-chop-- gadget us, Jer.

Very well.

You'll have the Wind
Tunnel 9,000 hair-dryer,

the Double-In-Trouble Osmosis
Bubble Suit, a permeable second

skin of sorts, and the
Pocket Pen Projectile, which

fires a web snare from the tip.

Doesn't anyone make a
pen that writes any more?

You'll also have the WOOHP
Pinky Chopper for this mission.

CLOVER: Wow!

Awesome!

Let's go, girls.

Whoa!

Ha!

Clear blue skies
over BH, same as usual.

[gasps] Except--

What?

Where?

CLOVER: Martindale's
is having a shoe sale!

ALEX: Oh.

[gasps] Look, look!

Let me guess-- another sale?

No, it's the UFO
Jer was talking about.

That's no UFO, that's just
a harmless weather balloon.

[zap]

[screaming]

[laughs]

[beeping]

[zapping]

CLOVER: Look out!

He's firing at us--

with ice!

Ice?

That is so in the
holiday spirit.

I thought weather balloons
didn't have pilots or weapons.

They don't!

I'm going in for a better look.

[zapping]

Sammy, if you
can get above him,

I can snare the entire thing.

No problem.

[zapping]

Take that,
wannabe weather man!

[whooshing]

Or not?

Nice dive, Sam!

Whoa!

It's got an ice
deflector shield?

That's one tricked-out balloon.

[giggling]

Oh, no!

[zapping]

ALL: [shrieking]

Not good!

[grunting] We're hit!

We're going down!

[laughing]

Oh, no!

Where's the bail button?

Uh--

ALL: [screaming]

[groaning]

Everyone OK?

That was like Alex's third
driver's test all over again.

I almost passed
that time, too.

Come on, let's get him
before he gets away.

ALL: Huh?

He's gone!

This mission is a bust.

Totally-- like,
how am I supposed

to borrow the Pinky Chopper
for my date on Friday now?

Clover, we have
bigger problems.

We have to tell Jerry that
we got blasted out of the sky

by a balloon.

How lame is that?

Almost as lame as our gifts.

Well, I say we head
back to West Coast Hall

and fill Jer in from there.

No sense in missing out
on the rest of the party.

Let's hit it!

[beeping]

[wind howling]

[beeping]

[whooshing]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but
it's never snowed here before,

has it?

Not that I know of.

Look!

Ha, ha, yeah!

All the surf majors
are snow-surfing.

Hmm, and roller-bladers
are skiing.

[chatter]

CLOVER: And designer
scarves aren't just

fashion accessories.

People are actually
using them to keep warm.

Mali U is the best.

What other school would create
snow to celebrate the season?

VIRGIL: Coffee!

Hot cocoa!

Steaming lattes!

Virgil, why aren't you
having fun like everyone else

instead of working?

You kidding?

This is the perfect weather
for my Cart-O-Coffee venture.

In fact, business
is booming and I

need you girls to work tonight.

Work?

On the eve of the biggest
holiday of the year?

Virgil must be
hanging out with Jer.

Hey, what gives?

[screaming]

Someone turn down
the snow machine!

VIRGIL: Oh, my coffee biz!

Ugh, my designer
low-temp, high-endurance

winter clothes are getting
trashed by this weather!

At least I have this
cheesy scarf you gave me,

or I would freeze!

[cackles]

Cheesy?

It's an original Blurblurry!

Later-- we have to
figure out what's going on.

Clearly this weather is
not a school activity.

[whimpering] oh, no!

Yeah, I guess it's
just a good old-fashioned

blizzard from mother nature!

Well, hello?

Like, shouldn't that weather
balloon have picked up

on this and clued everyone in?

I'm thinking odd
weather and odd weather

balloon are somehow connected.

Better take a little
sample to see if there's

any funny business at hand.

I'll give Jer a ring.

[beep]

[radio static]

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

The snowstorm is totally
messing up our X-Powder.

Looks like we're
driving to WOOHP.

ALL: [shrieking]

Sorry!

[screaming]

Whoa!

I think she actually
drives better in the snow.

Yeah, she's almost staying
in her own lane, for once.

Hang on!

BOTH: We are!

ALL: What?

Whoa!

[grunting]

Everyone OK?

If by OK, you mean buried in
a mountain of snow and freezing?

Then yes, we're OK.

[thumping]

[whirring]

[sighs]

Good thinking, Clover.

Thanks.

Hey, Sammy, can you--

You betcha!

No offense, Alex.

[grumbles]

[beeping]

So we think this bizarro
balloon has something to do

with the bizarro weather, Jer.

But like, who'd want to dump
snow on beautiful So-Cal?

Odd goal, indeed.

SAM: I have a reading.

The sample is actually
a designer water

that was man-made into snow.

[rumbling]

Was that your stomach, Jerry?

[strains]

Oh, my!

Duck and roll!

No, wait, that's for a fire.

What do you do for snow?

ALL: [gasp]

Winter is beginning
to get on my nerves.

Perhaps we should retreat
to the penthouse dorm.

It may very well
be the only place

above snow level at this point.

I hope you have
a good ride, Jer.

Otherwise, I don't know
how we'll get there.

[beep]

Um, that'll do.

[rumbling]

Not again!

[glass shatters]

ALL: Whoa!

[beeping]

[chatter]

OK, I don't mind
students taking shelter,

but that's taking advantage.

Mm, mm, mm.

Hey, losers, you're out
of yogurt-covered soy

nuts and wheat grass juice.

Where is that box of coal?

Now, now, girls, we have
other matters to tend to first.

I've been working
on a new laser,

which can extract DNA,
molecules, et cetera,

with a beam of light.

It's still in the
development stages,

but it might be able to discern
the exact brand of water

in this snow.

That's great, Jerry.

Let's see it do its thing.

Stand back.

[whirs]

It looked cool when
you turned it on,

you know, for that split second
before it ruined the sample.

CLOVER: No worries-- step aside.

[chewing]

[spits]

Ew, is that really necessary?

This is liquid H2Ego mountain
spring water, harvested exactly


town in the south of France

called Ferrier.

Wow, that was way
better than Jerry's laser.

[sighs]

Don't feel bad, Jer.

I'm an expert
designer water-taster.

So now that we
know the source,

let's do a little
virtual recon, shall we?

Oh my, several
tons of liquid H2Ego

was stolen just 10 days ago.

OK, that is so not
what I was expecting.

The trail leads to a
former mall Santa who was

recently fired from his job.

Either he's got a
lot of thirsty elves,

or this fake Santa
is up to no good.

[people murmuring]

What's that about?

[chatter]

[static]

SANTA: Don't bother trying
to fix your reception.

[laughs]

That's the balloon freak.

I jammed the signals so only
my message will get through,

because apparently, everyone
is only interested in shopping

any more.

BOTH: His point?

[groans]

No one even cares about Santa.

No one knows the meaning
of the true holiday spirit.

Oh.

So I used my background
as a meteorologist

to devise a device capable
of dropping an endless flurry

of snow using liquid H2Ego
on the materialistic people

of Beverly Hills.

I have been trying all week
to stock up on liquid H2Ego.

No wonder all the
stores were out.

Now you won't
be able to get out

of your homes to shop
because you'll all

be snowed in-- permanently.

Happy holidays!

[groaning]

[crunching]

Ah!

Look!

[whimpering]

I guess your role
as maintenance guy is

going to come into play, Jerry.

You work on the
windows, we'll work

on finding this bogus Santa.

Good luck, girls.

Listen up, everyone!

Gather anything you can find
to seal off the windows.

Chop-chop!

[grunting]

Just got to hook up
to WOOHP's radar and--

[beeping]

Bingo!

There is is-- unidentified
flying object right above LA.

Let's teach this
faux Santa a thing

or two about holiday spirit.

[zap]

[beep]

Huh.

ALL: Woo-hoo!

[rushing wind]

Put the snow machine
down, you nutjob!

What's this?

A visitor for Santa?

Too late!

You had your chance
when I was at the mall!

Whoa!

[laughs]

Nice try!

I'm not done yet.

Ugh!

You're done now!

Ha!

[laughs] Who's next?

I got plenty more.

This is bad.

We can't even get close
enough to capture him.

I'll use the double
and triple-osmosis bubble

suit to sneak into the gondola.

Cover me!

Go for it, Sammy!

Hey, Mr. Baddie?

You're going to run out of
designer snow sooner or later,

so you might as
well surrender now.

Right after you do!

[laughs]

Whoa!

Da--

[HIGH-PITCHED] OK,
girls, I'm inside.

Ugh-- the helium's
affecting my voice!

Ha-ha!

[giggling] Could you say,
'Peter Piper picked a peck

of pickled peppers' for me?
- Alex!

Sorry.

[HIGH-PITCHED] I can't
see through the balloon,

so you need to let me
know when to make my move.

No prob, Sammy.

We'll be your eyes.

Ah!

Clover!

[laughs]

CLOVER: Whoa!

OK, maybe I'll be my own
eyes first, then Sammy's.

Good plan.

Now let's give this guy a
taste of his own medicine.

Ugh!

Had enough, eh?

I thought so!

[grunting]

- Whoa-oa-oa!
- Stop!

Stop!

You're on, Sammy.

[HIGH-PITCHED] Thanks!

Ha!

Hmm.

Ugh!

How did you do that?

We all have our
tricks of the trade.

Well, you'll never stop me.

Hi-ya!

Whoa!

That's the craziest mall
Santa I've ever seen.

Uh-- oh!

Whoa!

Your winter wonderland
days are over, pal.

SANTA: Da!
- Wha--?

Never!

[gasps]

[beeping]

[grunting]

[grunting]

I can't believe kicked Santa.

You're not Santa!

You're just a cheap knock-off
in a cheaper Santa suit.

You think you're so clever?

Eat snow!

Sorry, I'm not hungry.

[grunting]

[laughs]

Ugh!

[laughs]

No, not my weather balloon!

No!

[HIGH-PITCHED] Da!

Let me out of here!

Well done, Sam!

Kudos, Sammy.

Guess we better
check on our imposter.

[crash]

[groaning]

Leave me alone!

No can do.

We still got to bring you in
for being naughty, not nice.

You'll all pay--

none of you knows the spirit
of the holiday season anymore.

We don't know the
spirit of the holiday--

hello?

Who just wreaked havoc all over
So-Cal, Mr. Holiday Spirit?

At least I bought my arch
rival an awesome gift.

So don't talk to me
about holiday spirit.

I got to admit, she
did dig deep to buy

Mandy such a great gift.

Huh?

ALEX: Hey, look at that.

LA is returning to the awesome
sunny paradise it normally is.

CLOVER: Whee!

Well, sort of.

It appears we're going to
have a major flooding problem.

[beeping tone]

- Nice job, girls.
- Hey, Jer?

Mega problem, here.

LA is flooded with H2Ego.

Don't worry, we
expected as much.

We've got it covered.

Now don't you have a
party to return to?

We sure do.

[beeping]

That was, like, the
most awesome party ever.

Yikes, our penthouse
looks more like an igloo!

I guess the snow was
packed so tightly it

didn't have a chance to melt.

No probs!

[whirring]

Oh, no!

I hope it doesn't
flood the dorm!

MANDY: [shrieks] No,
not my Blurblurry scarf!

Not my designer purse-- ah!

My shoes! [CRYING] Come back.

Guess Mandy got what
she deserved after all

from her three secret Santas.

Now that's what I call
the perfect present.

Speaking of presents, I
believe these are for you.

- Jerry!
- Sweet!

No way!

We totally knew you
wouldn't let us down.

And we have your gift, too.

ALL: Happy holidays!

Bye.

[jingle bells]

h*, h*, h*, h*,
h*, h*, h*, h*!

[giggles]

Hmm.

[theme music]