Agent Cody Banks 2: Destination London (2004)

[bunniefuu]

[GRUNTING]

[TWIG SNAPPING]

[ALL CHEERING]

ANNOUNCER: Cody Banks

wins again for dorm 7.

CROWD:

Cody! Cody! Cody! Cody!

Sorry about

the boot-kick, Frank.

No problem.

Sorry? Sorry?

You don't apologize

to your enemy!

But Frank's my friend.

Friends, enemies,

everybody, they're all the same.

Remember, trust equals death.

Now you go write that

on your lunch box, Banks.

Sir?

You dropped your ball.

[SCOFFS]

Remember, kid, trust nobody.

Including me.

b*mb disposal time starts

now.

ANNOUNCER: Prepare for satellite launch.

Prepare for satellite launch.

Hey, Cody.

Can I get you anything?

Covert op?

Recon mission?

Juice box?

No. No, I'm fine.

Well, we're right here

if you need anything.

You know us.

U.S.A. first,

Cody Banks second,

then mom and apple pie

tied for third.

Thanks.

ANNOUNCER: Commence satellite launch.

T-minus 10, nine,

eight, seven, six,

five, four...[BEEPING]

Code 42.

Abort! Abort!

ANNOUNCER: Attention

all campers. Code 42.

Code 42.

[CHILDREN GASPING]

Code 42.

This is it.

Go time! Go time!

Guys, code 42 is parents' day.

ANNOUNCER:

Take your positions.

Bring 'em on.

ANNOUNCER: Code 42.

This is not a drill.

This is not a drill.

Initiate concealment sequence!

[BEEPING RAPIDLY]

[KLAXON BLARES]

Quick! Quick! Just hurry!

[KLAXON BLARING]

Geronimo!

Cannonball!

MR. BANKS:

Park over there, hon.

MRS. BANKS: I was

gonna park here. In this space?

Yes, what's wrong with it?

Is this all right?

Well, you're too

close to the lake.

Okay, look.

You drive next time.

I'm hungry.

[SIGHS]

Hmm?

So where do you think he is?

Well, I don't know.

If he, like, drowned

in a lake or something,

can I have

his computer? Alex!

What?

Be nice.

He's your brother.

He's a whack job.

Isn't there some sort

of exchange program?

We could trade him

in for, like, a hot chick

or a pack of gum?

Honey, will you stop calling

your brother a whack job?

He thinks he's in the CIA.

Yeah, right.

He thinks he's in the CIA.

I think somebody needs

a little more attention.

So we go in here, in the office?

Is this the office?

Honey, I don't know. I've

never been here before.

I don't know,

I can't see him anywhere.

I don't know.

We gotta be able...

Hey! Honey!

Oh!

Hey, buddy.

How you doing? Dad.

Nice to see ya.

Good news about

Wall Street, huh?

I've been following the

stock market like a hawk,

and I guess things are looking

rosy again on the NASDAQ.

What are you

talking about, Cody?

Stock market?

Are you 16 or 60?

Alex, little rascal.

Hey, is that my video now?

Uh, how'd that get in my pocket?

You can have it.

Really?

Yeah. Yo, we

have a few hours

before the bonfire starts,

so I'll go get

you guys a beverage.

A beverage?

GIRL: Do you know how long

this is going on for?

CODY: I don't know.

BOY: Um, a couple hours.

Maybe 2, 3...

[CODY SHUSHING]

Thank you, everybody,

and welcome to Kamp Woody.

Now, I am the

commander-in-chief here...

I mean, "head counselor."

My name is Victor Diaz.

KIDS: Captain Squishy!

Captain Squishy!

[KIDS CHUCKLE]

AKA Captain Squishy,

Captain Squishy.

That's funny.

That's cute.

Parents, you should know that your

kids are having a great summer here.

In the very first week

of debriefing...

I mean getting to know,

getting to know,

getting to know each other.

Right through to learning

about America

and her so-called friends

who smile at your face

while stabbing you in the back.

I just wanted him

to learn how to swim.

And canoeing.

We do a lot of canoeing here.

Now, I'm pretty sure

that you're anxious

to get on the road,

so why don't we

follow camp protocol

and end parents' day

by singing

the camp

song?

One, two, three...

ALL: [SINGING]

♪ Oh, lovely Kamp Woody

♪ With your trees full of bark

Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!

Ruff? That's nice.

♪ Oh, pretty Kamp Woody

♪ It's our country park

♪ Our country park

♪ We love you, Kamp Woody

♪ We're not what we seem

Ha ha! Ha ha!

♪ We're all undercover

♪ And oh, what a team

ALL: Kamp Woody!

Oh, we miss you, pumpkin.

Do you miss us?

Of course, I miss you guys.

Yeah.

So, drive carefully.

Oh.

Cody?

What's this?

Just, you know, nail clippers.

Oh, honey.

I don't feel right about

you having a weapon.

A weapon?

It looks so sharp.

Let me have it.

Dad?

Come on, just give it to her.

We've got a 3-hour drive.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Oh! I love you, sweetie.

Take it easy, buddy.

See ya, Alex.

Whatever.[CAR STARTS]

MR. BANKS: Bye, Cody!

MRS. BANKS: Bye, honey.

PILOT: I just love the smell of

summer camp in the evening.

We're going in. Over.

Ryan, get up!

Come on!

Get up! What is it?

PILOT: Initiating troop drop.

Good luck, guys.

Preparing for landing.

Standby. Over.

Sir, what's going on?

What do you think?

It's a drill.

I'm putting you in charge.

Run the op.

Come on, Banks,

you're in charge.

Run the operation.

What's the enemy's objective?

Let's say I'm the target.

What do you do?

What do you do?

Protect the target at all costs!

Just get me out of here, Banks!

Bender, it's a simulation.

Cool. What's the mission?

Protect Captain Squishy.

We need a plan

to hold these guys off

until I get him out of here.

Hey, Bender, are you scared?

You're doing good, Banks.

MAN ON RADIO: Any sign

of Diaz, Oscar three-zero?

Hyah!

[SOLDIER SCREAMS]

Yes!

Come on!

The enemy's been contained, sir.

You're out of here.

What about the other chopper?

I'll take care of it.

Good work, Banks!

[LAUGHS]

PILOT: Looks like Diaz has

taken Tiger five-seven, sir.

MAN ON RADIO: Stop Diaz

from getting away.

Yes, sir.

PILOT: I'm going up

after him.

PILOT:

Diaz is getting away!

I repeat, Diaz is getting away!

I've got a problem here, sir.

Way to go, Cody!

Ryan, get out of there!

[RYAN SCREAMS]

Thanks, Cody.Okay.

PILOT: Target away.

Repeat, target away. Over.

MAN: Come on, let's go!

So, Banks...

You let him get away.

Diaz? By now he's

a long way from here.

And by the look of things,

I'd say I just beat your

little getaway simulation.

Getaway simulation?

That was no simulation.

That was the real deal!

This was... Follow me.

Wait, I don't understand... Follow me.

It was just...

This is crazy.

What's Diaz

have to do with this?

Look,

the CIA maintains a secret

storage facility underneath the camp.

[SCOFFING]

That's impossible.

Kids have been snooping

around this place for years.

Somebody would've

found the entrance by now.

That's why we put it

where no one wants

to spend too much time.

[BEEPS]

Hmm?

[TOILET FLUSHES]

Whoa.

Sir, I really am sorry for

letting Diaz get away like that.

What is all this stuff?

Stolen technology, weapons,

obsolete inventions.

Wait a second.

Are you telling me that the

CIA was behind Beanie Babies?

Be careful!

These are no

ordinary Beanie Babies.

Watch.

Hmm.

Maybe they are ordinary

Beanie Babies. Come on.

So what does Diaz have

to do with all this stuff?

Run program.

10 months ago,

Victor Diaz was in charge of

a CIA mind control program

designed to help

with human learning.

Diaz, however, was more

interested in developing it

to control people's minds

in a bad way,

and we decided

to abort the program.

Diaz took the decision

pretty bad,

and it looks like he just

struck back at the organization.

Now freeze image.

Diaz just stole

the mind control software.

The global implications

of this theft are enormous,

and our government wants

these disks back in safe hands.

You gotta let me bring him back.

I knew you wouldn't

let me down, Banks.

Be ready to leave by 0600.

Ugh! Oh!

CODY: What

happened to you?

I don't want to talk about it.

Anyway, listen.

Your mission cover will involve you

attending a summer music academy.

More school?

Just once in my life I'd like a

mission that doesn't involve homework.

Wait. Did you say music?

It's a good thing

you play the clarinet.

Yeah. Wait!

I don't play the clarinet.

Your file says you were in a

school band for three years.

I faked playing

the clarinet to meet girls.

You joined the marching

band to meet girls?

Yeah.

Well, you faked it

for three years,

you can handle it for

another couple of weeks.

You'll be part of an

international youth orchestra.

An international

youth orchestra?

Where?

♪ London

♪ Destination London

♪ London

♪ Destination London

♪ Secret agent

on a deadly mission

♪ Girls are in town

♪ And he doesn't

wanna miss 'em

♪ London, London

♪ The dog's on the run

♪ Lurking undercover

He'll get the job done

♪ London [RECORD SCRATCHING]

What the heck do you

think you're doing?

Hey, man.

It's called the double-bluff.

No way in the world

somebody's gonna think

a kid like you

works for the CIA.

Shh.Shh.

You're 14!I'm 16!

Well, act your age and loosen

up a little bit, all right, man?

Who are you? Derek Bowman.

I'm your handler.

Okay. Double cheeseburger,

hold the pickle,

easy on the mustard,

no mayo, ayo, ayo.

Are you kidding?

Come on, just say the code.

Chicken sandwich

with everything...

A-ling, a-ling, a-ling.

Thank you,

but I don't need a handler.

Hey, I don't need a white

Mini-Me, but here we are.

Cody Banks.

Voilà.

All right. Here we go.

State of the art field unit.

Designed it myself.

Gucci interior,

plasma flatscreen,

mmm, DVD, surround sound,

GPS, wireless ethernet.

Check it out.

And riding shotgun,

my right-hand man, Kumar.

All right, Mr. Banks?

He is a bit young,

isn't he, sir?

And to top it off... Whoo!

I got the baddest system in

all of London. [EXCLAIMS]

[HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY]

- CODY: Turn it down!

- DEREK: Huh?

Turn it down!

Oh! It's half past two.

[MUSIC TURNS OFF]

What? What?

Of course, every time you turn

that on, you risk blowing your cover

and putting yourself

and all your men in danger.

Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.

You know what your

problem is, Banks?

You're too darned old, man.

Act like a kid.

That's why they recruited you.

And besides,

it's more fun anyway.

[HIP HOP MUSIC BLARES]

That's the Concorde right there.

There it is, over there.

There's the Houses

of Parliament.

That's Big Ben.

Big Ben.

Check this out.

[LAUGHS]

[HONKING HORN]

You don't have anyone

checking up on you?

[SCOFFS]

Nope.

So, basically, you just roam around

London as completely free agents?

That's right.

Sounds to me like you've

been dropped off the map.

All right, look, man.

I screwed up on another mission

and they sent me to

this little backwater

to teach me a lesson, all right?

Hey, what are you calling

a little backwater?

CODY:

Stick with me, Bowman.

I might be able

to get you back home.

Check it out.

ANNOUNCER: Customers are reminded

that no food is allowed in the cabin.

"G7 world leaders summit

"to be held

at Buckingham Palace."

What does this

have to do... Next page.

"Lord Duncan Kenworth

to expand research program."

File the kid up, Kumar.

DEREK: Your entry target

is Lord Duncan Kenworth,

a brilliant scientist,

and greedy as a rat.

You think Diaz and this Kenworth

dude are working together?

One of the only scientists able to

make the mind control software work?

Lord Kenworth.

I'll bet that Diaz

is already in London,

and it's no coincidence

that he's here

the same week as

all these world leaders.

You put these two

zip-a-dee-doo-dahs together,

and we have a nightmare

waiting to happen.

Mind control is reality,

and God help us all.

Kenworth's married to

Lady Josephine Kenworth,

who runs a summer music program

at the Westminster Music Academy.

You'll be staying with 11 other

international musical geniuses

at their posh estate.

Musical geniuses?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

I don't mean to throw

a wrench into things here,

but we may have a problem.

Hey, your problem

is our problem, man.

What's up?

I don't really

play the clarinet.[BIG BEN STRIKES]

But that's not

a big deal, right?

[LAUGHS]

Man, those musical geeks,

they're gonna eat you alive.

No pressure.

MAN: Get your

tickets here!

What are we doing here?

I got somebody

I want you to meet.

Follow me.

- MAN: All aboard the Ripper Ride!

- [GIRL SCREAMS]

DEREK:

Don't be scared, Cody.

- MAN: All aboard the Ripper Ride!

- [GIRL SCREAMS]

Hey, you get in the back, Kumar.

Okay, guv.

You sure this thing can

take your weight, Bowman?

MAN: All aboard

the Ripper Ride.

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[LAUGHING EVILLY]

[SCREAMING]

This place is like Disney World,

except for serial K*llers.

Hey, check it out.

Jack the Ripper? Please.

Freddy Krueger, now

that's what I call a k*ller.

We're going in there.

CODY: Oh.

Are we on a mission here

or a vacation?

Hey, look here.

All work and no play

makes Jack a very dull boy.

My name's Cody, not Jack.

Aw, cool.

[GASPS]

[STAMMERING]

I didn't...

Oh, no,

it's perfectly all right.

Not to worry, it was

broken already.

[LAUGHS MANIACALLY]

Um well, obviously not

quite to that extent.

Cody Banks, Neville Trubshaw.

CODY: How ya doing?

DEREK: He works here.

Actually, it's just a front.

He's one of us.

Hmm.

Hey, Nev, got a goodie

bag for my man here?

Well, let me see.

I think I have a few items

could prove useful.

[PARROT SQUAWKS]

Mentos?

Yes. A minty-based

breath snack candy

which doubles as

a small expl*sive device.

Just lick, stick...

It'll do the trick.

[LAUGHS]

Unfortunately, if you

accidentally eat one,

you'll be sipping your dinner

through a straw, at the very least.

[LAUGHING]

Pay attention, Banks.

What's that?

CODY: It's a standard

issue travel bag?

Or is it?

Oh, cool!

Recognize this?

We've turned your retainer

into a personal listening device

with acute

directional capabilities.

[CRACKS NECK]

Now, you manipulate

the range, volume,

and intensity using your tongue.

[HIGH FREQUENCY SQUEALING]Hmm?

[LOUD THROATY NOISE]

Good. Good. Good.

It seems to be working.

Seems to be working.

Well, I never.

It's a normal ballpoint pen.

Except I've embedded a

high-tension microcable within its body.

So simply pop the highly

recognizable designer logo,

aim, and...

Fire.

Exactly.

No, no.

I mean fire.

[EXCLAIMING]Kumar. Cody.

Pretty colors. Pretty colors.

[CHUCKLES]

Right.

Clarinet.

I already have a clarinet.

This is your new

clarinet then, isn't it?

DEREK: Hey, Cody,

Kumar's gonna take you

to the Kenworth Estate, okay?

So I guess this is good-bye.

[GARGLES]

A little hot still.

It's okay. Don't worry.

You're not gonna be able

to get rid of me that easy.

I'll be around.

Agent Banks?

Don't forget your Yo-Yo.

[CRACKS NECK]

Oh.

CODY: How come I get

a retainer and a clarinet,

and James Bond

gets an Aston Martin?

KUMAR: All in good time,

Double-oh-junior.

[HORN HONKING]

Oh. Carry on,

my little doves.

Hey, Cody, don't forget

your clarinet.

Good luck, mate.Thanks.

Whoa.

Aha. Our American

protege has finally arrived.

Cody Banks, I presume.

Welcome to England.

Trival? Oh, do hurry up,

Trival. We've got company.

I would've picked you up from

the airport myself, but I forgot.

I took some cold

medicine an hour ago,

and I'm completely pickled.

May I take your bags, young sir?

Oh. Oh, sure.

Thank you, sir.

No, Trival. This way.

Of course, ma'am.

How silly of me.

Inside to the house.

Inside.

Now, I'm sure you're just dying

to meet the rest of the students.

CODY: Just dying.

Inside to the house.

Inside.

Darling, meet our new arrival.

Charmed, I'm sure.

This is my husband Duncan.

Cody. Clarinet.

You don't look like a clarinet.

[LAUGHS]

See you later.Marvelous.

All right, everyone.

Let me introduce you

to your fellow virtuoso.

All the way from

the United States of America,

Cody Banks.

ALL: Hi.

Now, I'm sure you've got

a lot you wanna chat about

so I'll leave you

to just mingle.

Don't be shy.

Emily Sommers, flute.

What do you play?

Basketball.

A little baseball.

[STUDENTS LAUGH]

Yes, but what

instrument do you play?

Oh! Oh.

The clarinet.

You are clarinet!

I am bassoon!

We are woodwind buddies.

Clarinet? Good.

Lots of money in the clarinet.

Johan Berkhamp,

double bass. Peace.

All right. Don't mind me.

You can carry on

with your rehearsal.

Just pretend I'm not here.

Would you like a Mentos?

No.

I mean...

No!

Fire in the hole!

[COW MOOS DISTANTLY]

Just pretend he isn't here.

[STUDENTS LAUGHING]

[GONG RINGS]

[DOG BARKING]

[COUGHS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[ALL STOP TALKING]

Hey, woodwind buddy!

Come sit next to me!

Hey.

Britney Spears.

She's the b*mb, is she not?

I guess.

So, Cody, tell us when your

musical talents were first discovered.

Pretty recently, actually.[GLASS CLINKING]

Now, children, I have some

wonderful news for you.

Psst.

LADY JOSEPHINE: The

international summit on children's rights

will conclude on Saturday

at Buckingham Palace,

and guess what youth orchestra will be

playing for her Majesty Queen Elizabeth?

Our orchestra.

Exactly.[STUDENTS MURMER INDISTINCTLY]

Did you hear

the good news, darling?

We're playing at the palace.

How marvelous.

What's for dinner?

I went to the trouble

of hiring a virtuoso chef

to cook for our musical

creme de la creme.

[CHEF HUMS]

Voilà!

[FOOD DOME CLANGS]

Sorry.

Uh, now, where were we?

I think Cody

was about to tell us

about his fear of mint candy.

[STUDENTS LAUGHING]

No, I wasn't.

There you go.

This food looks

absolutely revolting.

What's wrong with it?

What's wrong with it?

What the blue blazes is it?

It's catfish and grits

the way my mama makes it.

And over there, we

got some corn bread.

And mmm, it's good.

I say, do I detect

another American accent?

Well, yes, you do, ma'am.

I just recently graduated

from the pastry program

at Compton Community College.

What are you doing?

Because in America,

if a dish is

particularly delicious,

we like to say that it's

"Straight out of Compton."

Oh.

[DEREK HUMMING]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

It's mine.

Hello? Hello?

I've decided to bring

our meeting forward.

What do you mean?

You're where?

Well, how did you...

Don't touch anything.

I'm coming.

Excuse me.

What's for pudding?

What's for what?

Well, pudding.

I think he means dessert.

Chocolate...

Surprise.

GIRL: Interesting.

I need to get a clean knife.

Excuse me.

"Chocolate surprise"?

How the heck am I gonna do this?

Chocolate surprise.

CODY: Derek,

what are you doing?

And what's chocolate surprise?

Ooh!

I need more chocolate.

Derek... A-ha!

My personal supply!

Derek!

I think Diaz could be here.

What?

I need you to cover for me.

Okay. Okay.

Rule numero uno...

Be careful.

Ooh, this is gonna be good.

Mmm! This look good.

[HIGH FREQUENCY SOUND]

[COW MOOING]

[CAT MEOWING][TOILET FLUSHING]

[FROG CROAKING]

Ladies and gentlemen,

Chocolate Surprise.

LADY JOSEPHINE:

Mmm. Look at that.

That's colorful.

What's in that, exactly?

Mmm.

Lovely jubbly.

Delicious.

This really is

straight out of Compton.

Thank you.

Where did Cody disappear to?

Oh. He said

he had to go rehearse.

Oh, that is such dedication.

[CLARINET PLAYING SCALES]

[EXCLAIMING]

- ALL: Hmm?

- SABEEN: What was that?

I thought I told you

not to come here.

It's too risky.

Doctor...

20 years in the CIA,

nobody gets to see me

unless I wanna be seen.

LORD DUNCAN: Are you

out of your mind?

It's very dangerous for me.

All right, you're here.

Now, what do you want?

What do I want?

I wanna know what's going on.

[GRUNTS]

[HIGH FREQUENCY SQUEAL]

I wanna know why I haven't

heard a peep out of you

since I sent you

the first prototype.

Please. That's over

3,000 years old.

So you couldn't afford

a new one? Tsk tsk tsk.

Look, let me put this

in terms you'll understand.

Your software

is worthless without me,

and until you give me

the second disk,

I can go no further

with my research.

Doctor, let me put it in

terms you can understand.

I want proof that it works now!

Oh, Victor, such fire.

Your impatience will be your

undoing one of these days.

Is that a threat?

Threat? Good grief, no.

Now, would you care for a little drinky-winky, Victor?

[RUBBLE FALLS]

[EXCLAIMS]

[WHISTLES]

It's...

CODY: Thirsty dog.

[PLAYS PIANO]

That's amazing.

Wow. It works.

It works?

But will it work on humans?

Very tricky.

The human brain,

present company excepted,

is much more sophisticated.

If you want

the American President

following your orders

like that performing dog,

you'll hand over the other disk.

Take it.

Hmm.

But remember, Doctor,

if you ever cross me...

I'll break a lot more

than that vase.

Carry on, Trival.

Madam.

[CLARINET PLAYING SCALES]

LADY JOSEPHINE: Cody?

[MUSIC STOPS]

Cody?

Hi.

May I just say, Cody Banks,

your dedication

has been noted. Bravo.

Oh, thank you.

As a former operatic

protege myself,

I am fully aware of what it

takes to make it to the top.

Really?

I was a soprano, don't you know?

♪ Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti

♪ Do [HIGH FREQUENCY SOUND]

Ahem.

Yes, I know I'm a little rusty.

[CHUCKLES]

Anyway, carry on.

Oh, yeah.

[PLAYS OFF-KEY NOTE]

Oh, you know what?

I need a new reed.

Adorable.

[JO SINGS IN OPERATIC SOPRANO]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[DEREK SNORING]

Derek.

Derek, wake up.

I'm up, I'm up,

I'm up. Hey.

Hey, man, I been waiting up

half the night for you.

Where have you been?

It's hard to get around

without being seen.

Listen, Diaz was just here.

Is that a blankie?

What?

You sleep with a blankie?

It's not a blankie.

It's a handkerchief.

Never mind. I saw Diaz.

What?

We were right.

Kenworth's involved.

And the mind-control thing,

it's definitely a thing.

It works?

How do you know?

His dog was playing the piano.

Well, was he any good?

[ELECTRONIC WHIRRING]

[PLAYING PIANO]

Not bad for a dog, man.

I'm not gonna rush out and

buy the CD, but, you know, hey...

Seriously.

[SHUTS OFF VIDEO]All right, look...

I'll get that info

back to headquarters

and you get you some shut-eye.

You got a rehearsal

in the morning.

Oh, I can't wait.

Hey, Cody.

How's the room

you're staying in?

About the same.

All right.[DOOR CLOSING]

Blankie. [CHUCKLES]

Yeah, right.

[DOG BARKING]

[SNORING]

You snore.

Justin Timberlake snores.

I do not snore.

Oh, yes, you do.

[CODY SNORING]

[STOPS TAPE]

You're a very strange girl.

Oh, the cook said you would

probably try to skip class.

So I was to make sure

you caught the bus

and didn't forget your clarinet.

Thanks, woodwind buddy.

You mind?

Hey.Hi.

Tally-h*!

[LAUGHS]

[BUS ENGINE SPUTTERS]

[DOG BARKING]

This lobster has to be put in the lukewarm water.

It sort of lulls it to sleep.

[SINGING TO LOBSTER]

Ow.

And then, of course, it will die.

Shrimps are done this way.

Everything like that is done this way...

CIA DIRECTOR: Yeah?

Hello, sir?

Diaz has definitely

made contact.

Are you sure?

Absolutely, sir.

There's something big

going on in that lab.

Hold on.

[FIRE ALARM RINGS]Bowman?

Bowman.

Bowman!

Uh, hello, sir?

What the heck's

going on over there?

Nothing's going on, sir.

It's just, uh...

Bugs. These big castles

got big bugs, sir.

Ow.

Look, Bowman, Cody

has got to get into that lab.

Way ahead of you, sir.

Way ahead of you.

No problem whatsoever.

Bowman, what's that alarm?

Alarm? What alarm, sir?

I don't hear nothing.

You must be talking on

that cheap cell-phone plan.

Sir, this goes well,

you think maybe I can

get back in the game?

Sir?

Sir?

[ALARM RINGS AGAIN]

Oh, man.

[SCHOOL BELL RINGING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Banks.

DEREK: It's me.

I spoke with the director.

Is there a reason you just

risked blowing my cover?

Look here,

inch-high private eye,

relax, man, all right?

Let's just say I did some

snooping around and found

that Diaz and Kenworth are

running a mind-control test at the lab.

When are we going in?

We have to be in and out

during lunch.

All right? So you gotta find

a way to get out of there.

1:00 and don't be late.

See you at 1:00.

So what's happening

at 1:00?

Eye doctor.

Really?

What do you think

about Duncan Kenworth?

Weird guy, huh?

Yeah, he is a little bit odd.

Ever notice anything weird

around the house,

people coming and going

at strange hours?

The dog mowing the lawn?

Anything?

Can't say I have.

So who's your favorite composer?

My favorite?

I mean, who's been

your most influential?

Well, uh...

Heinz. Yeah, Heinz.

He's definitely been

my biggest influence.

Heinz? I don't think

I've heard of him.

What's his most notable work?

Um...

That's so hard. He's

written, like, 57 varieties.

Varieties?

I mean symphonies.

57 symphonies?

That is an incredible output.

He was especially busy

during his "red" period.

Hey there, doggie.

Hey, hey, sit up.

Hey, sit, sit.

Now tell me, man.

Where does your evil daddy

keep the mind device?

Where does

the evil doctor keep it?

Huh? Oh, you gonna lay down?

Oh, I can do that.

Come play with me.

Come on.

Tell me. Ow. Okay, ow.

Ooh, don't pee on me.

What the devil are you doing?

Nothing. Just have a little

R and R with the dog, man.

I love the animals.

I grew up with 'em.

Fascinating.

Now leave my dog alone

and get back to work.

Okay.

And take your bum

off my Bentley.

Oh, sure. Yes, sir.

Ha ha ha.

[CLEARING THROAT]

Jackass.

What did you say?

Oh, I just said I have asthma.

You know, there's a lot of

pollen in this London air.

[CLEARING THROAT]

Jackass.

[COUGHS]

HEADMASTER:

You, boy, come here!

Aren't you one of Lady

Kenworth's foreign Johnnies?

Yes, sir. Johnny Foreigner

on my way.

Now listen here,

Yankee doodle dandy.

Musical genius

or no musical genius,

we will not tolerate

slacking in this academy.

Are you receiving me

loud and clear?

Yes, sir, receiving you

loud and clear.

And don't answer me back, boy.

You just asked me... Period!

As you say in America.

Now haul some a*s

and get to your class

before I have you expelled.

Summer students.

[SINGING] ♪ I'll have

them all expelled ♪

[HEADMASTER HUMS]

[CHORUS VOCALIZING DISTANTLY]

St. Paul's Cathedral,

Kumar.

Okay, Cody, come in.

One, two, one, two. Testing.

I got it.

Lovely.

CODY: Okay, Kumar, we're heading to the eastside security entrance.

KUMAR: I've got you.

Not a bad view, eh?

But it can be improved.

When this is over, I intend

to replace stuffy, old St. Paul's

with a statue of myself.

Rather marvelous,

don't you think?

What about you, Victor?

I worked for the CIA

for 20 years, 20 years.

And when the time came

to reward my efforts,

I was humiliated,

put in charge of children,

and a lesser man was given

my rightful job as director.

If this project

of yours works, Duncan,

I'm gonna use it to bring

the entire organization

to its knees.

SANTIAGO ON INTERCOM:

Dr. Kenworth, sir.

Yes?

I think we're ready.

Excellent.

[TERMINATES CALL]

Cheers.

Tally-h*.

DEREK: We're just here to get

information, so don't blow your cover.

Okay, Agent Blankie.

It was not a blankie.

It was a big, red,

fluffy blankie.

It wasn't.

[PASSES GAS]

[DOOR SLIDES OPEN]

[DEREK HUMMING]

Uh, excuse me. Is this where

I drop off my fluids?

What?

Uh, my doctor... He told

me that I was supposed to

bring in my pee today.

So I just filled these up.

Doctor? What do you

mean doctor?

My doctor. He said, "Go

on and bring your pee up..."

I'm eating a sandwich.

Get those off my desk now.

Sure. No problem.

I got it. [EXCLAIMS]

What the...[EXCLAIMS]

Oh! Ooh, hey.

I'm sorry about that.

My bad, man. It's just pee.

Out! Out! I wouldn't touch that though.

My doctor said it could

be highly contaminated.

Out.

Oh. Wait a minute.

Ain't this the hospital?

No, this is not the hospital.

Now get out.

Oh, brother, I'm sorry, man.

I didn't mean to spill my pee

all over your jacket.

I got a lot more

where that came from.

Keep the beakers, too, man.

They make good drinking glasses.

[HUMMING]

Okay, he's in.

Head west towards the

boiler room on level one.

Service elevator to the left.

You got your chewing gum?

CODY: Everything's cool.

Finger-scan entry,

and you're home and dry.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DIGITAL WHIRRING]

I'm in.

ANNOUNCER:

Would Professor Black

please make his way to the psychiatric laboratory.

Oh.

I am so excited.

CODY:

Okay, I'm in position.

10-4, good buddy.

DEREK: "10-4, good buddy"?

What?

Man, that is soConvoy.

CODY:

Hey, guys, cut it out.

There's something going on

in the lower lab.

Thank you, Santiago.

Begin the test.

The blackout gas...

Lasts long enough

to clamp the jaw,

and insert the microchip

into a cavity of my choice.

What if the guy

doesn't have a cavity?

Then I make one.

High five!

It looks like they're working on some

sort of mental-dental microchip thing.

LORD DUNCAN: Basically, there's

enough transmitted data in the microchip

to relay complex information

back from the brain

and into a simple

mobile operating system.

Rather marvelous,

don't you think?

[MIMICKING KENWORTH]

Rather marvelous.

See for yourself.

If you planted

one of these microchips

in your President, for instance,

you could make him

do whatever you please.

You could use him to create

absolute mayhem back home.

Whoa.

Diaz, this could cause

total chaos.

I need to get a closer look.

[SPARKING SOUND]

What the devil?

[ALARM RINGS]

We got a code red.

I'm out of here.

Look. Oh, okay, okay.

Uh, Kumar,

the boy needs a back door,

man. What we got?

I got it.

I need you in

at the number 3 elevator.

That sounds easy.

Shut down all elevators.

DEREK: Two floors up

you've got an air duct.

[WHIRRS]

Cool Yo-Yo.

[BEEPS]

[GRUNTS]

Okay, this could work.

Reactivate elevator 3.

[MOTOR WHIRRING]

[BEEPING]

Okay.

[EXCLAIMING]

Cody? We've got a 12-second

ETA on that elevator car.

KUMAR: 10...

Nine...

Eight...

DEREK: Okay, man,

almost there.

KUMAR: Seven... Six...

DEREK: Pull yourself.

Pull yourself through.

- Three...

- Cody: I'm in.

Ha ha!

You're the man, Cody!

You're the man, baby.

We're on our way.

Ooh! Give it up, baby. Come on, my son!

Blooming fire alarm.

[ENGINE ACCELERATING]

DEREK: Slow down, you idiot! Sorry!

Cody, have you made it

to the loading bay yet?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Hey, hey, hey, Cody.

We're almost there.

White Kenworth truck,

do you see it?

KUMAR: I've got it.

[HORN HONKING]

[EXPLODING]

KUMAR: Move, you nutter!

DRIVER: You ought to get

your eyes tested, mate.

- KUMAR: Want my eyes tested, sunshine?

- DRIVER: Go on! Get!

Stupid idiot!

On your way, go on!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Not bad, huh?

Mess with Derek Bowman?

Not today, not today, not today!

They were experimenting with

the mind control prototype.

Have they got it to work yet?

I don't know.[EXCLAIMING]

Kumar, will you slow down?

[HORN HONKING]

Are we being chased

or something?

No. Worse.

You're late for class.

Number 4, sir.

Wait a minute.

Freeze it.

My word.

That's one of the musician

kids staying on the estate.

Um...

Banks.

Banks.

You know him?

I know he's no musician.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

See you later.

[MUSIC PLAYS DISTANTLY]

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello.

[BATON TAPPING]

Oh, here he is. Mr. Banks.

Our American clarinetist.

We were just about to send

out a search party for you.

[LAUGHTER]

Sir Jerkalot,

I'm sorry. I...

Yes, yes, yes and you're honored to

be in my presence. Indeed, thank you.

Wasn't exactly where

I was going, but sure.

Take your place. Hmm?

So, back to the Mozart.

[GASPS] Oh, no.

"Oh, no" what?

M... My instrument.

I think it's been stolen.

Hey, woodwind buddy,

look what I found

in the trash can outside.

JERKALOT: Excellent.

It would seem that your musical

career has been miraculously revived.

Now, please take your place

and we shall go from the top.

Atempo, allegro molto.

LADY JOSEPHINE:

Sir Jerkalot?

Would you indulge me

for one moment, please?

Young Cody Banks is the only

member of my talented brood

I've yet to hear play a solo of.

Come to think of it, none of

us have heard him play a solo.

Hey, I'd hate to take up

valuable rehearsal time.

Banks.

Hey, did you know you have

spinach in your teeth?

Eh, yes I did and I'm saving

it for later.

Now, please, play.

[BATON TAPPING]

Okay, I have to

remember something.

Something had to sink in.

[BLOWING]

[CLARINET PLAYS

FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEE]

Oh.

LADY JOSEPHINE: Wow.

[BEGINS PLAYING]

[ALL JOINING IN]

[ALL CLAPPING]Bravo. Bravo. Bravo.

JERKALOT: Ha ha! Dude...

That did not at all suck.

In fact, it was

really rather good. Hmm.

Well, it's like a bicycle.

You never really forget.

[CLARINET PLAYS

FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEE]

Yes, yes, yes, thank you very

much. You've made your point.

Now if we may continue?

[BELL RINGS]

Aah!

[SCREAMS]

Sorry, mate.

I'm off-duty.

What do you mean, off-duty?

Hey, Grandpa.

You invented the language.

You'd think you'd understand.

Bloody taxis.

Um, you go on without me.

I'll get a cab back

to the house a little later.

Where are you going?

Eh, I just remembered

I have to have tea

with my, uh, grandmother.

Your grandmother? Yeah.

My great-grandmother.

Great Granny Smith.

Like the apple.

Yeah. And I'm

the apple of her eye.

Well, you won't be the

apple of Lady Kenworth's eye

if you're not back

at the house for dinner.

All right.

See you later.

We've got company.

I see him.

I see him. Cody,

walk around the block,

we'll follow you.

We'll come in from the back

and we'll box him in, okay?

I got it.

[POUNDS CAR]

Hit it, Kumar!

[TIRES SCREECH]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[PANTS]

Hey! What's the rush?

[GRUNTS]

[BRAKES SCREECH]

MAN: Idiot!

[HONKS]

DIAZ: Get out of my way!

DEREK: Cody!

[MORE HORNS HONKING]

Wait! Hold on! Hold! Hold!

Hey, stop the moped!

Stop the moped!

Agent Derek Bowman, CIA.Jolly good.

I need to commandeer this moped.

Tough tiddly!

Tough tiddly?

Gimme the bike, man!

Look, here's 50 p. Naff off

and buy yourself a donut!

Look, man, I'll bring it back

with a full tank of gas!

[WHINING]

He stole my moped!

Get out of the way!

[WOMAN EXCLAIMING]

[PANTS]

MAN: Hey!

[GRUNTING]

[GASPING]

Move!

[WOMAN EXCLAIMING]

[PANTING]

[MOTORBIKE APPROACHING]

Come on, get on!

[BOTH SCREAM]

Jump!

Ah!

DEREK: Oh, sh**t!

Darn, that's some flashlight!

DIAZ: You could have grown up

to be a fine agent, Banks!

Hey, Diaz! You're never

gonna get away with this.

Far from it, kid.

The best they could

send after me is a boy

and an overweight agent

who's on probation?

Hey! Who you calling

overweight, chrome dome?

I am not bald.

That's a nice flashlight

you got there...

Baldie.

[WHISPERING] Cody, one of

us has to be a decoy, okay?

[DIAZ CHUCKLES]

I volunteer.

We need a plan.

We need a plan!

Ah!

[DIAZ GRUNTS]

Not bad. I had a good teacher.

Too bad he was insane!

You should have run

when you had the chance.

You still got

a lot to learn, kid.

OFFICER ON BULLHORN:

Armed police!

Stay still! Do not move!

Repeat! Do not move!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Tuck your shirt in.

You know who I am?

[LAUGHS] No.

I'm your worst nightmare.

A limey, with a badge.

What with a badge?

Who are you, question-boy?

Who's question-boy?

I'll do the questions,

question-boy.

Question one. where did

you get this stolen credit card?

It's my dad's. He gave it to

me in case of emergencies.

Likely story.

Your "dad."

What's that code for, then?

My father?

Listen...

This can go one of two ways,

you little Wally.

Look, any second now,

that phone is gonna ring.

Oh, right.

You're psychic now, are you?

Yeah. That's it.

I'm psychic.

Any second now,

that phone's gonna ring,

you're gonna pick it up,

someone's gonna yell at you,

and then you're gonna

apologize and let me go.

Right. Well, I'm feeling

a little bit psychic today,

and I say that that phone's

not gonna ring.

I say, you...[TELEPHONE RINGS]

I think that's for you.

Crescent. Yes.

I'm interrogating him now.

[VOICE YELLING IN PHONE]

But it's going very well.

[YELLING]

He's about to crack.

I can tell!

Right away. Of course.

How did you do that?

Aren't you forgetting something?

I...

Apologize.

Mr. Banks for you, miss.

WOMAN:

Thank you, Crescent.

You must have some friends

in very high places.

I, uh, guess I should thank you.

You probably should.

Emily?

You Americans!

You always think you're

one step ahead of the world.

I've been on this case

for months.

You blunder in and

almost blow the whole thing

in a matter of days!

"Covert operations officer"?

Do you like Chinese food?

Sure.

A rickshaw in London?

Safe and economical.

What did you expect, Mary

Poppins pulling a horse and cart?

[LAUGHS]

Careful, it's spicy.

So, how'd a nice girl like you

end up in Scotland Yard?

I have an extensive

martial arts background

and I speak 6 languages,

including Japanese.

How about you? Oh! Oh.

I have an extensive

baseball card collection,

and I speak one language,

including English.

Ha ha ha!

No, I'm serious.

I filled out a form for an

X-Men secret agent kit,

and 2 weeks later, I was

sworn in as a CIA operative.

Oh, right!

So why are you actually here?

Why are you here? I asked first.

You're fishing.[SCOFFS] I don't "fish."

Well, we know Kenworth's

up to something.

Tell me something I don't know.

I guess that would be difficult.

Oh! Touche!

[HONKING]

Look, if you need

my help on this...

Hey, I don't need any... Hey,

don't get your

knickers in a twist!

You gonna help or not?

I'll think about it.

[IMITATING ENGLISH ACCENT]

And my knickers are not in a twist.

[CHUCKLES]

Excuse me.

Can you stop here, please?

Yep.

Would you like a coffee? Oh, no.

I don't do coffee.

But I'll take a soda.Okay.

Thanks.

Cody?

A-ha!

Our patient's awake.

Shall I begin?

Please. I'm looking

forward to this.

[GROANING]

Poor, poor Mr. Banks.

If only you'd stayed

at home, where you belong.

[GROANS]Well?

First, he's got a small cavity

that I would like

to take care of.

I want you to implant him

with the microchip, you idiot,

not fix his cavities.

Of course. Sorry.

I'm sorry.

[MUFFLED]

Shh. Put him under.

Bye!

[CROW CAWING]

[GASPS]

[CROW FLIES AWAY]

[BACKGROUND CHATTER]

Good evening. Don't you mean morning?

Oh. Yeah. Morning.

He's not responding

quite correctly.

Look, for crying out loud,

just get him to make the call!

I am, I am! You get this

thing working,

you get it working now,

you understand?

This will help, sir.

[DIALING ON PHONE] 5-5...

[BEEPING]

Where the heck

were you last night?

Yeah. You can say

that again.

Lady Kenworth was so worried,

she nearly called the police.

I need to call the director.

The director?

Uh, I think he meant to say,

"conductor."

Isn't that right,

Mr. Banks?

Conductor?

So why did he say, "director"?

Look, Frankenstein,

even a genius gets

confused, okay?

But he definitely

said, "director."

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

[BEEPING]

Hello?

Banks, is that you? Affirmative.

We're in.

I need to meet with you, sir.

Look, I just arrived in London

for a summit at the palace.

I know. The palace.

The president.

Top security.

Piccadilly Circus.

One hour.

Okay. Piccadilly Circus.

One hour.

And don't be late, okay, pal?

Banks...

Are you okay?

[HANGING UP]

Now... Now we're

in complete control.

Who are you meeting

at Piccadilly?

For a tutti-flutey player,

you sure do ask

a lot of questions.

And for a Compton pastry chef,

you seem to know

a lot of answers.

DEREK: Uh, Mr. Banks,

I have that vegetarian recipe

cookbook that I promised you

in the kitchen. Now.

Beans on toast. Weird.

[LAUGHING]

[GASPS]

Cody!

SABEEN: He's gone mad.

HABU: You can say

that again.

Beans on toast.

Weird.

What's he doing? Stop!

Cody!

What are you doing?

Stop it!

Hey! Stop it!

[ALL CLAMORING]

Cody!

HABU: Whoa!

Maybe I'm not so hungry.

HABU: That's disgusting!

What the heck

was all that about?

SABEEN: I think

Cody's gone bonkers.

Cody, what on earth

happened to you last night?

Good evening.

He means morning.

Right this way, sir.

Cody...

Are you sure this is safe?

Oh, yeah. This is

the safest place in town.

Hola. Have a nice trip.

WOMAN: Oh, my gosh!

MAN: I know, it's

fantastic, isn't it?

[DRILLING SOUND]

Let's go. What the...

Man, are you trying

to scare me half to death?

Let's go! What did the Director say?

Nothing. Hit the gas!

Hit the gas? Please.

Okay, let's go!

What the heck is wrong

with you people?

I know who you really are.

I don't know what you're

talking about, Miss tutti-flutey.

Listen,

I'm British Intelligence.

No, she's not.

No wonder all the malls

are empty.

They got all you kids

working undercover!

I'm not a kid.

Hit the gas, Kumar.

Gotcha, Governor.

CODY: She's lying!

Look, we don't have much time.

They implanted Cody with

a mind-control device,

and they just did the same

to your CIA director.

What? Not true!

Well, take a look at this.

[WHIRRING]

I don't believe it.

Stop the car, now!

We have to get that

microchip out of him.

No problem!

There it is. Okay, we

need to get a dentist or a...

We don't have time for that!

Fire in the hole!

Good thinking. Okay.

What, are you nuts?

A whole Mentos can

blow his head off!

[expl*si*n]

DEREK:

Okay, 1,000 nanograms

equals one microgram.

EMILY: Do you know

what you're doing?

Hey! Never interrupt

a brother

when he's breaking down

the Apothecary Table.

The molecular weight

is relative to...

I got it!

I got it!

Open his mouth!

Oh! Open it!

Oh, I can't look!

[EXCLAIMING]

[MUFFLED POP][COUGHS]

Ow. [COUGHS]

How'd you know how to do that?

Hey, a great pastry chef

knows his measurements, baby.

[GROANS]Oh, he's coming through.

Ow! You all right?

You okay? My brain hurts. Ugh!

That's not gonna be

the only thing that hurts

if we don't get to

the director in time.

Wait a minute.

The meeting

at the palace tonight.

Twelve leaders from 12

countries all in the same place.

You don't think...

Diaz is a psycho w*r-monger.

If he gets control of

any of the world's leaders,

who knows what

he'll have them do.

We need to call the FBI,

the MI-5, the Men in Black...

No, no, no.

Diaz has the Director of

the CIA under his control.

We may be already on

the most-wanted list.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying I hope

you brought your tuxedo.

Oh, I got better than that.

Kumar...

Take me to the crib.

[RULE, BRITANNIAPLAYING]

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Nice dress, Derek.

Hey! In Nigeria

this is not a dress.

Actually, it's called a Bobo.

That's right, player.

Hey, let me tell you something.

The ladies go loco

for a brother in a Bobo.

[ELECTRONIC HUMMING]

[BURPS]

[MOCKING HUM]

[SOFTLY]

Check that out.

Do they do that in Russia?

[LOUDLY BLOWS NOSE]

[LAUGHING WHEEZILY]

Thank you very much.

It's very good, yes.

MAN: Here.

[CLINK]

Gordon Brown and I

had this marvelous idea...

Oh, Prime Minister.

...of exporting sand

to Jordan.

Really.

This is gonna be like

taking candy from a baby.

SANTIAGO THROUGH EARPIECE: What next, Mr. Kenworth?

Hmm. Let me see.

FOOTMAN: It's to the left

and out the door.

How about making me director

of the Royal Mint?

Heh.

Consider it done.

[TAPPING GLASS]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

English, you idiot.

Oopsy daisy.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to propose a toast.

To Lord Duncan Kenworth,

the new director

of the Royal Mint.

[ALL APPLAUDING]

KENWORTH: It's all working perfectly, Diaz.

Looks like the Prime Minister has given

Kenworth the keys to the royal piggy bank.

He's obviously

under their control.

Don't worry, Prime Minister,

the money's safe with me.

Jolly good.

Now, about this sand business...

Darling, you're going

to run the Royal Mint.

[LAUGHS] Bravo!

Thank you.

I'll soon be one of

the richest men in England,

which is why I'm leaving you.

Leaving me?

[SIGHS WITH RELIEF]

This is turning out to be

a marvelous evening.

We have to stop them.

Hmm.

Come on. Let's go.

[LAUGHING]

SANTIAGO:

Oopsy daisy!

[GASPS]

[LAUGHING]

Move over.

And now for my ultimate prize.

[BEEPING]

The President of

the United States.

Soon you'll be under

my complete control.

All the world's

most powerful men...

At my fingertips.

[DENTAL DRIL WHIRRS]

DIAZ THROUGH EARPIECE:

President to gift room.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Ah, good evening.

The President wants to see

the Queen's gift room.

Ah, I'm afraid that

is not protocol, sir.

Now you listen to me...

All right, all right.

Keep your hair on.

Come on, follow me.

PRESIDENT: John,

good to see you.

Sir, we thought it might be a good

idea for you to see the Queen's gift room.

Relax, guys.

Just the president.

DIAZ THROUGH EARPIECE: I'd

arranged for a presidental appointment.

Brilliant.

[STUDENTS WARM UP

ON INSTRUMENTS]

Hey.

HABU: There you are.

What is the pastry chef

doing here,

and why is he wearing a dress?

It's not a dress.

It's a Bobo.

Thank you.

Now then, everybody, I...

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

I, uh...

I'm Habu's uncle...

Compton.

BERKHAMP: What? No.

[HABU GRUNTS]

I mean... yes.

My favorite uncle, Compton.

Well, children, pay attention.

I have just been informed

that this evening's performance

must finish promptly

at 8:00.

[STUDENTS MURMERING]Why?

Something about

a 7-Eleven summit.

You mean G7?

Well, whatever. It's a

very important meeting

and it has

to start at 8:00,

so no dilly-dallying.

All right?

We can't let

that meeting happen.

Kenworth and Diaz are gonna use

that meeting to take over the world.

STUDENTS: What?

We have something to tell you.

Cody, yo, yo.

Need to know.

They need to know.

Guys...

We're secret agents.

[STUDENTS LAUGH]

There you go.

Right!

And I'm Spider-Man.

And I'm Lara Croft.

And I'm Waheed Murad.

Who?

Famous Indian actor.

BERKHAMP:

Right.

[STAMMERING]

Guys, I'm being serious.

You're funny, Cody Banks.

Now, if you don't mind,

we have a concert to perform.

Hmm?

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

[BERKHAMP SCREAMS]

Okay!

Okay, okay...

I believe you.

But what can we do?

Look, we can't let those leaders

get out of that room

until we say it's safe.

Keep playing all night

if you have to.

Here, play this.

I can't play clarinet.

You can play this one, Sabeen.

Come on, let's go.

See you later, Uncle Compton.

Habu.

Don't forget,

just keep on playing.

[STUDENTS MURMUR ASSENT]

Each year, Her Majesty receives

thousands of freebies

from around the globe.

Anything from a stuffed gazelle

to a rare croquet mallet

presented by the last

Nawab of Pataudi,

could end up in here.

Mr. President...

The Queen's gift room!

Wow.

[GROANING]

What? Hola.

Huh?[SPRAY HISSES]

Ah! Ugh!

CODY: I can't see

the President.

I can't see him either.

Something tells me

he's been checked in

for a microchip root canal.

You guys check out back,

I'll go upstairs.

Let's go.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[TAPPING ON WINE GLASS]

EMCEE:

Your Royal Highnesses,

my lords, ladies and gentlemen,

Lady Josephine Kenworth!

Your Majesty...

esteemed guests,

I'd like to introduce you

to a very special

international youth orchestra

led by our

distinguished conductor

Sir Isambard Jerkalot.

[APPLAUSE]

Good luck. Thank you.

JERKALOT: Mum.

Mr. President?

Hello?

Mr. President?

[PLAYING

WILLIAM TELL OVERTURE

Where on earth is Cody Banks?

And Emily Sommers?

[CLARINET PLAYING

AUTOMATICALLY]

Yes, where are they?

Derek? Derek?

Where are you?

DEREK: Hello?

Mr. President?

[TYPING ON KEYBOARD]

Bring it on, baldie.

I am not bald.

Ooh, yes, you is!

Yes, yes you...

[SPRAY HISSES]

[GROANS]

Okay, you big... Wait!

Don't be so rash.

We can implant him and set him

on to his little pal, Banks.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Better get back to the ballroom.

[GRUNTING]

[GROGGY GROANING]

Dude, I've been looking

all over for you.

Oh, come on, Derek,

What... What

are you doing?

SANTIAGO: And, in the girlie

golden dress, Agent Bowman.

[MONOTONE]

Terminate Cody Banks.

Quit fooling around.

We have to find the President.

SANTIAGO:

Right hook. Left hook.

DEREK: Right hook.

Left hook.

SANTIAGO: Again. Again!

Come on, Derek.

Spinny kick. Spinny kick?

You can't do a spinny kick.

Uhh!

Up you go.

DEREK: Bear hug!

[BOTH GROANING]

Double kick. Hit.

Duck. Duck, you idiot.

[CHUCKLES]

Hit, hit it!

A little old for video

games, aren't we?

And you are too young

to be snooping around

past your bedtime.

[TAKES DEEP BREATH]

[SCREAMS]

Aah!

You know what I hate

about dentists?

They always say something's

not gonna hurt and it does.

Me, I'm honest.

Now this is gonna hurt.

[GROANING]

[ELECTRICITY CUTS OUT]

Uh!

What's happening? You're back.

[YELPS]EMILY: Come on!

Aah!

Hyah!

They had you under mind control.

You thought you were the Rock.

[MENACING GROAN]

I guess you're not back.

What's the password?

"Mind control."

Yes, I know that already,

thank you very much.

Now tell me the password!

Let's see if you can fly!

[YELLS]

No, Derek! No! No!

Pull me back in!

I'll ask you one last time.

"Mind control."

"Mind control."

EMILY: Oh! "Mind control."

Destroy Banks!

No!

Please, please.

It's me, Cody.

[YELLS]

Hey, little buddy.

Your Majesty, put

your clothes back on!

What?

Mmphh! [SPITS]

Ow!

Now we're even.

Let's go find the President.

What the heck you do that for?

"Mind control."

[GRUNTS]

That's your secret password.

I... I needed something

I could remember.

Uhh!

Pathetic little man.

[WHISPERS]

Pathetic?

Sir, wake up!

What?

What's going on?

Emily Sommers,

Special Agent, Scotland Yard.

Sir, we stopped them

controlling your mind.

Great. Terrific.

Great job, Agent Sommers.

[GROANS]

Banks! Bowman!

I've been looking for you.

[GROANS]

We've been looking

for you, too, sir.

What happened here?

They've taken the President.

Where are my prototypes?

[GRUNTS] Not there.

Where are they?

I'm not telling you

till you let me go.

Where are my...

[PAINED SCREAM]

Prototypes? Idiot.

It's where everybody

hides their backup disks.

Where are you going?

I'm leaving.

Without me?

Yeah. Without you.

[SOBBING]

I think I... Ah!

Oh, I got it!

Sorry, sir.

Welcome back.

You guys make sure

the President's okay,

I'm gonna get Diaz.

What happened?

He hit you.

[OVERTURE CONCLUDING]

[ALL APPLAUDING]

JERKALOT:

Bravo. Excellent.

Excellent!

Well done, everybody.

BERKHAMP: Psst!

It's 8:00.

HABU: They're

getting up to leave.

Play something.

Hey, Berkhamp,

we can't let them start

their G7 meeting.

BERKHAMP: Improvise.

Hey, what are we doing?

[ORCHESTRA PLAYING

A NEW PIECE]

Hey, Berkhamp, go for it, mate.

Hmm.

[PLAYING JAZZ]

♪ w*r!

[ORCHESTRA PLAYS w*r]

♪ What is it good for?

♪ Absolutely nothing!

Say it again now!

♪ w*r!

♪ What is it good for?

♪ Absolutely nothing!

Good God now!

♪ Shout it!

ORCHESTRA, TOGETHER:

♪ w*r!

KENWORTH IN EARPIECE: Diaz...

Have you implanted

the President yet?

Diaz? Diaz!

What the devil's going on?

♪ w*r!

♪ What is it good for?

DIAZ IN EARPIECE:

Go take a hike, Kenworth.

BERKHAMP:

♪ Absolutely nothing

♪ Sing it to me now

♪ w*r!

Turn yourself in, Diaz.

That's a good idea.

I've got an even better one...

first I'll k*ll you, then I

escape, then I rule the world.

Aah! Aah!

So aggressive.

Wait! Don't!

That instrument is priceless...

Aah!

♪ What is it good for?

♪ Absolutely nothing

♪ Sing it to me now

♪ w*r!

No!

♪ w*r!

Come on, Liz, let's get up.

♪ w*r!

♪ w*r!

♪ w*r!

♪ w*r!

♪ w*r!

♪ w*r!

[GROANS][GASPS] Oh!

♪ w*r!

♪ w*r!

♪ What is it good for?

Leaving so soon, sir?

Move, you idiot.

Very well, sir. Uh!

♪ w*r! What is it good for?

♪ Absolutely nothing

Aah!

♪ What is it good for?

♪ Absolutely nothing

♪ w*r!

[EXCLAIMING]

Where are your friends now,

huh, Cody?

Good student like you

should take note.

You trusted.

What a mistake!

Your friends are nowhere

when you're about to die!

Uh!

Aah!

[MUFFLED YELL]

Go and write that

on your lunchbox.

ORCHESTRA: ♪ w*r!

[ALL CHEERING]

Danke. Dankevery much.

And they said I was

too old to be a handler.

I'm fit as a fiddle.

Don't you know?

Thank you, Agent Jenkins.

You haven't got a key to the piggy

bank after all, have you, Mr. Kenworth?

Bog off.

[SPITTING SOUND]

LADY JOSEPHINE: Is that my

husband they're leading away?

GORDON: Yes, I do

believe it is, ma'am.

Oh, how absolutely marvelous.

Once again,

excellent work, Banks.

I couldn't have done it

without my partners, sir.

They were all vital

to the operation.

Thank you all.

EMILY: Well...

So long, Agent Banks.

I hope I have the pleasure of

working with you again one day.

ORCHESTRA STUDENTS: Ooh!

Yeah. It was cool.

If you're ever in Seattle,

give me a call.

See you guys later.

See you on das flip side, Cody.

Good-bye, woodwind buddy.

See you, woodwind buddy.

- HABU: Good-bye, Cody.

- JERKALOT: Cheerio, dude.

- Bye.

- TRIVAL: Tally-h*, Banks.

Bye, Habu.

Good-bye, Uncle Compton.

Bowman... Sir.

I'm impressed.

All in a day's work.

Tell me, uh,

did you like working with Banks?

Are you kidding?

I love those mini agents,

man. They're so cute.

You can just put 'em

in your pocket.

Bowman, you ever thought

of relocating?

Well, actually,

I thought about it, sir.

The food here in

London's real weird.

[BLOWS WHISTLE]

You! Stop running!

You! Run faster!

BOY: Yes, sir! Sorreson! Sorreson,

get here, front and center!

Go up in there and get me

a chocolate surprise.

Yes, sir. Hut, hut, hut!

Knees to elbows!

Knees to elbows!

[LAUGHS]

Hey, man, what can I do

to thank you for this?

Oh, you don't have to thank me.

Sir, I will see you

next summer, sir.

Thanks, big man.

All right.

[BLOWS WHISTLE]

Isn't that your camp counselor?

Um, yeah.

I was dorm captain.

Oh, dorm... We're

always so proud of you.

Oh, honey,

we missed you so much.

Were you homesick?

Of course.Yeah.

Come on, losers, get into gear.

Uh-uh! Uh-uh!

Ta-da!

What's this?

Just a little something

for our little man.

Wow!

This is cool.

It's got tweezers. I know.

Well, your dad and I

finally decided

that you were old enough.

Thanks, guys.

It's great.

No fair!

Why does Cody get a knife?

I want a knife. Mom!

Relax. I'll share it

with you.

Really?

Yeah. What's mine

is yours.

ALEX: Wow.

Did you hear that?

Cody has to share

everything with me.

No take-backs.

DAD: Well, he's

a good brother.

I always tell you that, Alex.

ALEX:

Does that mean I can eat

half this whole pack of Mentos?

CODY: Don't just take

stuff out of my pocket.

DAD: You've been in the car

for 10 seconds,

why you always gotta fight?

I'm gonna eat 3.

No, Alex. Don't lick

the Mentos.

MOM: There is a lot

of candy talk in here.

Aah! He dropped it!

Oh, I got it!

Open the window!

DAD: What are you

doing, Cody?

MOM: Don't play

with the window.

I don't like that.

[expl*si*n]

ALEX: Hey,

did you see that?