03x07 - Forward to the Past

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[theme music]

[screaming]

Better let them in before
they break the doors down.

Guess they should've
ordered another truckload

of those new computers.

[screaming]

Come on girls,
while we're young.

I've got a schedule to keep.

Easy, Clover, we need
to fuel up before we

go power shopping with you.

Extra large double
espresso, triple sugar.

That's some
serious fueling up.

Right on time.

OK, you guys chill while
I go on a few dates.

A few dates?

I thought we were
going shopping.

This'll take all day!

No it won't, trust me.

It's called hypersonic dating.

Hyper-what who dating?

It makes speed dating look
like a long-term commitment.

ALEX: Huh?
- I'll be done in a sec.

So what's your sign?

I'm a Sag.

Uh huh, OK.
Thanks.

Uh--

CLOVER: What kind of
music do you like?

Um--
CLOVER: Wow, me too.

On a date, would you rather
go dancing, rollerblading,

or stay in and watch a movie?

Take your time.

Time's up.

Hmm.

Clover is going to be
through a year's worth of guys

before the day is out.

She's going to be through
before I'm done with my latte.

That's it.

Let's go shopping.

I hope she doesn't
mean hypersonic shopping.

So how'd the dates go?

Great.

Boys number thee, nine, and


I'm going to date all of
them for an entire minute

to get to know them better.

So you can have a
new boyfriend by lunch.

And break up with
him by dinner time.

And make up with him
before the mall closes.

Isn't this the best?

Hmm.

[crash]

Ooh, what's that noise?

[yelling]

Ah!

SAM: It's coming right for us!

Now that's what I
call power shopping.

That's what I call
trashing our mall.

OK, nobody trashes my
mall, or out-shops me.

Let's get them!

ALL: Ah!

They just vanished!

Vanished into a tacky
purple cloud, I might add.

Did you notice anything about
that gadget he used on us?

It was almost an exact
copy of the Wintel



I better call Jerry.

OK, either my X-
powder isn't working,

or Jerry's not answering.

Hasn't he heard
of call waiting?

It's like he's
living in the past.

We'll just have to go to
WOOHP and see him in person.

Looks like Jerry's
giving WOOHP a facelift

and forgot to tell us.

ALEX: Hey, check out the weird
new kind of rollerblades.

Alex, that's the old kind.

Jerry must be disguising
WOOHP as a roller rink.

CLOVER: See, always
living in the past.

Still no answer
on the X-Powder.

You think he shut down
WOOHP and went on vacation?

Let's find out.

SAM: WOOHP is gone.

The building is gutted.

CLOVER: Do you
think Jer could have

moved WOOHP without telling us?

That would mean we're fired!

So instead of firing us in
person, he just stops calling?

He is such a boy.

Forget it, Sam, he's
not going to answer.

I'm trying to tap
into the police network.

Sam, this is no time to
file a missing person report.

SAM: This is bigger
than just Jerry.

WOOHP is missing, and I bet that
disco van and the purple cloud

has something to do with it.

Here it is!

That freaky van has been
involved in two robberies,

both at electronic stores.

So they're
targeting electronics.

Good.

At least we know where to
expect them to hit next.

ALEX: Ah!

Stakeouts are so boring.

I know.

I'll set up some more
hypersonic dates.

That'll take longer
than the dates themselves.

What's the deal?

My phone is cutting out.

Clover, turn it off!

It's starting again.

[zapping sound]

Get them!

We're supposed to
be ready for this!

Well he just came
out of nowhere.

ALEX: Look out!

ALL: Ah!

He's going to crash!

Now we're gonna crash!

Sam, hit the brakes!

No, this could be
our last chance to find

out what happened to Jerry!

ALL: Ah!

Hey, it's the
middle of the day!

And what happened
to the brick wall?

What happened
to all the stores?

CLOVER: There's that freaky van!

Ask them.

SAM: I'm on it.

You're losing them!

If only we had one
of Jerry's gadgets.

Alex, see if there's something
in the glove compartment.

Let's see, sunglasses,
address book, nope.

Hey, look!

Us with Jerry the at the
WOOHP New Year's Eve party.

CLOVER: Oh, you look
so cute in that outfit.

And if I could just get
my hair to stay that way.

Hello, we need a gadget!

Hey, this hair clip
is a tracking device.

You're going to
have to get closer.

Hang on.

ALL: Whoa!

Closer!

Hey, keep it steady!

Whoa!

I don't get it,
this road should

go right past Beverly High.

There's the
school, right there.

Sort of.

It's almost like Beverly High
but without a fashion sense.

Yeah, I don't even recognize
anybody in all the '70s stuff.

I guess trends change overnight.

Nice outfits, girls.

Waiting for the mother
ship to pick you up?

- Mandy?
- What?

I'm Phoebe.

But I like that name.

Maybe I'll name my
first daughter Mandy.

Stop messing with us, Mandy.

What happened to
Beverly Hills, and what

is up with your hippie get-up?

Don't be such a square, man.

Fashion is just a lot
of superficial jive.

Here.

I wrote a column about
it in the school paper.

Peace!

It's like we're
on another planet.

Not another
planet, another time.

Check out the date on
this paper, it's 1975.

We're in the '70s?

That means no cell phones, or
CDs, or personal computers.

It's like pre-historic times.

And all the guys
I'm hypersonic dating,

they're not even born yet!

Guys, calm down.

That van must have
jumped through some kind

of time portal and we did, too.

That means we can get
back to our own century.

But in the mean time, let's
not attract any more attention.

How do I look?

CLOVER: Can you say groovy?

Not bad.

Styles may come
and go, but I look

fabulous in just about anything

Ooh, I wonder if the
X-Powder works on the car.

Hey, it does work.

Jerry makes the best gadgets.

The tracker says
the van is this way.

Take a left into
this parking lot.

It looks like
the time machine is

at a loading dock in the back,
so we'll go in the front.

ALEX: What's this?

Too big to be a cell phone.

CLOVER: That's an
eight track cassette.

It's like a primitive CD.

This is the phone.

Whoa, Alex, look out!

Alex, are you OK?

ALEX: Get me out of
this weird chair!

All these '70s gadgets
are just like gadgets.

WOOHP gadgets.

Yeah, they're just
slightly ahead of their time.

[tires screeching]

BG: Bro, any of those jive
turkeys on the flip side

give you any trouble?

Yo, mellow out, man,
everything's out of sight,

all right?

Got enough groovy parts for
hundreds of far out gadgets,

and the new time-space
fog emitter works

even better than the prototype.

Right on.

Slide me some skin, man.

Right on.

CLOVER: What are
they talking about?

There's something
creepy about that driver.

I don't know what it
is, but he's, he's--

He's Jerry!

CLOVER: But with a
really bad '70s look.

Hey, who are
these foxy ladies,

and how'd they know my name, eh?

Dig it, they're evil
spies from the future.

But don't worry.

Our disco chicks got
all the Kung Fu moves.

Unfortunately for you,
we're trained in Kung WOOHP.

ALL: Hiya!

Hiya!

Huh?

Time to change the
mood, with my mood ring.

No way, Jerry, you're
not using a gadget on us.

Yah!

What are you going
to do now, Jer,

stop us with lame '70s music?

ALL: Ah!

Jerry, what's going on?

Don't you know us?

Hmm.

Yeah, we're like your best
and cutest WOOHP agents.

Actually, since
we're in the past,

you should be starting
WOOHP right about now.

Look, if you know about the
World Organization of Human

Protection, then you
must be from the future,

since BG and I haven't
started WOOHP yet, man.

BG?

Boogie Gus, the first man
of WOOHP, and genius inventor

of time travel.

Yeah, what's with that?

Why are you stealing
technology from the future?

To get a jump on you
evil-doers, of course.

That was BG's idea, too.

BG: I'll take it from here, man.

Get the van ready, so we can
book it out of this time zone.

ALEX: Hey!

Listen, Booger
Gus, you may have Jer

conned, but we know he's
the one that started WOOHP.

Yeah, and frankly, you
don't look smart enough

to invent a time machine.

WOOHP, The World
Organization of Harming People,

is my own far out
and solid idea.

But you're right, Jerry did
invent the time machine,

and I was smart
enough to steal it.

I'm from the future, like you,
and I worked at WOOHP, too,

as part of the custodial staff.

I snagged the time machine
when no one was looking,

and brought it back to the '70s.

Why'd you pick such a
lame decade to travel to?

To get to Jerry before
he started the real WOOHP.

BG: Foxy and
intelligent right on.

Besides, the '70s rule because
that's when disco started.

I was the greatest
disco dancer ever.

Check it!

I'm back!

Yeah.

I'm all right.

I'm good.

Yeah.

Hmm, a little
geeky, but not bad.

So you're bringing
disco back to the future?

That is beyond evil.

And beyond tacky.

ALL: Whoa!

BG: And I'll be the only
one with Jerry's gadgets.

Um, what's so terrible
about a thick, cushy rug?

Other than that
yucky color, I mean.

That is the deepest pile
shag rug in the world.

Once you're in deep enough,
you won't be able to breathe.

Well, gotta boogie.

Maintain, ladies.

See you, wouldn't
want to be you.

CLOVER: Ew, we're going to
be k*lled by an ugly carpet?

Would you feel better
if we were k*lled

by one of Jerry's own gadgets?

Jerry's gadgets!

Wait, I picked up his mood
ring during the fight!

I've got it here somewhere.

Um--

Hurry, Alex!

Uh, um, I think I've got it!

Now, how does it work?

Ah!

ALL: Ah!

Ah!

[coughing]

Nice work, Alex, but we're
still stuck in the past.

BG and Jer must have taken their
time machine to the present.

No, wait, this
looks like the thingy

that came out of the van.

It must be the
prototype time machine

that Jerry was talking about.

Let's hope it's set
for the right time

and not the Stone Age.

CLOVER: This might as
well be the Stone Age.

Ready?

Let's go!

CLOVER: Oh, no!

We're not still in
the '70s, are we?

[screaming]

JERRY: Welcome to
Studio WOOHP, foxes.

Oh, no, it's the evil spies.

My mini-nuke mood
ring, it's gone!

Oh.

Shouldn't rely so much
on your gadgets, Jer.

SAM: Sorry, Jerry, just
trying to get your attention.

JERRY: You won't
get away with this.

My WOOHP agents will stop you.

CLOVER: Listen, Jer, we
are your WOOHP agents.

BG doesn't stand for Boogie
Gus, it stands for Bad Guy.

The time machine was your
invention in the 21st century,

and BG stole it.

He's tricked you, Jerry.

Look, here's what the press
is supposed to look like.

Oh, wow, man, what
happened to my hair?

Private party in my DJ booth?

Party's over, disco dud.

Jerry's back on our side now.

BG: He's all yours, now that
I have all the boss gadgets.

Check you later!

He's locked us in!

What do you think he
meant by check you later?

Jer, quick, tell us
you have some gadgets.

Any gadgets.

Well we have
these roller skates.

But I don't see how--

Alex, the mini-nuke mood ring

[disco music]

ALL: Hiya!

The spies got out?

Bummer!

Come on, guys, let's
send these freaks

back to where they came from!

Hiya!

Let's see you
get down tonight!

[screaming]

He's trying to get away!

Alex, stop him!

JERRY: No, wait, I
have a better idea.

You're going to stop me.

What are you
talking about, Jer?

I'll adjust the
time machine to

just before I met Boogie Gus.

Then you can prevent the
encounter from ever happening.

CLOVER: Ah!

Oh, out of sight!

Chicks are popping
up out of nowhere.

Bummer, man.

Jerry should be right here.

Got you!

Ah!

Can there be
two Jer's at once?

Hey, what's happening?

SAM: It looks like WOOHP's back
to normal, but where's Jerry?

Also back to normal.

We got the old Jerry back!

Yes, the old Jerry, yes.

Shame I couldn't keep my hair.

The Afro was not a
good look for you, Jer.

Okay, just so we're clear,
we're in our own time now.

And everything's like it was?

Everything is as it should be.

The time travel project
has been discontinued,

or rather, it was never started.

It's all rather complicated.

But what happened to Gus?

As I said, everything
is as it should be.

Though I did keep the
mini-nuke mood ring.

Rather a charming little
gadget, don't you think?

Hurry, dear, I want to get
some organic hemp underwear

before they're sold out.

Mom!

Would you start living in
the 21st century already?

Nice to see back to
normal at the mall.

Even Clover.

Hey, Clover, don't
have to be on like 50

dates in the next half hour?

Yeah, what happened
to hypersonic dating?

Oh please, that is
so five minutes ago.

Ultra slow dating is
the way to go now.

I'm spending all week with Eric.

Wow.

When does it start?

It's already started.

Eric is just two hours late.

Two hours?

And you're not mad?

Please, of course not.

There's no need to
rush a relationship.

Now, I don't want to be rude,
but you know, I'm on a date.

OK.

Well, we'll just go ultra
slow shopping, then.

I feel so out of touch.

If I were to go out with a
boy, how would I even know

what kind of date we're on?

SAM: I guess we're just a couple
old-fashioned girls, Alex.

I can tell sometimes the
other girls think I might not

have what it takes to be a spy,
because I'm all about fashion

and dating.

But there's more to me than
good looks, great clothes,

and totally perfect hair.

Oh sure, Alex with her
hiyas all over the place,

and Sam with her
computer mega brain

that knows just
about everything.

But I'm tough, I'm
all sorts of tough.

I just kicked three
bad guys' butts,

and I didn't complain once
even though I broke two nails.

Two.

Wanna see my muscle?