03x16 - Evil Airlines Much?

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

I thought today
would never end.

Well, all that matters
is I'm home now.

And we have the
whole night together.

Ah!

What's happening?

I think we're being invaded!

Not unless the invaders
are evil party planners.

We're from Bling
Jet Enterprises.

Which one of you is Clover?

I am, I am!
I'm Clover.

Congratulations, Clover.

You've been selected to
fly on the maiden voyage

of Bling Jet, a brand new super
chic, super fast airliner.

No way.

You mean I won?

Mm-hmm.

Bling Jet will transport
you and a gaggle of

international mega celebrities.

From LA to Paris in
the blink of an eye.

Sam, Alex, did you hear that?

I'm going to Paris
with a gaggle of

international mega celebrities.

Yeah, we heard.

We're standing right here.

CLOVER: I am so excited.

I don't even care that
my hair is a ratted mess.

Soon, I'll be hobnobbing
with my peeps, baby.

Right.

Since when is Clover an
international mega celebrity?

What's with the tude, girls?

Aren't you happy for me?

Of course we're happy for you.

We're just a little
bummed that we didn't win.

Sorry, but you've got to
be entered in Bling Jet's

super fabulous contest to win.

Aw.

We did enter Bling Jet's
super fabulous contest.

Clover mailed our entries.

Right, Clover?

Hahaha.

Oopsie.

My bad.

Clover!

How could you do that?

Were you trying to
sabotage our chances to win?

Of course not.

I was just so excited.

I wanted to make super
sure my entry got there,

so I used extra
stamps, then there

were none left to mail yours.

Congrats again.

See you this afternoon.

It's OK, Clover.

We'll just take
this off your hands.

Yeah, the guilt
must be k*lling you.

No, it's not.

Hands off my ticket.

You heard the stewardess.

Ah!

Give me, give it!

Then we'll draw straws
to see who gets to go!

What part of, congratulations,
Clover, you're the winner,

didn't you understand?

The part where you
forgot to mail our entries.

Speaking of winners, you've
been chosen out of thousands

of WOOHP agents to serve
as human test subjects

in our latest battery
of gadget tests.

Isn't that exciting?

Forget it, Jerry.

Yeah, you can just find
someone else to be your gadget

testing guinea pigs.

I was trying to make
it sound exciting,

but since that didn't work,
your participation is mandatory.

Sorry, no can do.

I've been chosen to ride on
the maiden voyage of Bling Jet.

Obviously, my social standing
is more important than testing

WOOHP gadgets.

Oh, Clover, I'm
so excited for you.

Though I must admit
to being a little

jealous that I didn't win.

Wait, you entered
the Bling Jet contest?

Of course.

Bling Jet is a technological
marvel, the dawn

of a new era in air travel.

Not to mention I
used to be quite

the international
jetsetter in my youth.

Guess it'll just be the two
of you for the gadget testing.

But, but!

Thanks, Jere.

You're the best.

Whoa!

Bon voyage, Clover.

[music]

Free trips, celebs
galore, hello!

Could it possibly get
any better than this?

Bling Jet also
has a nightclub,

five star French
restaurant, fully equipped

spa and air-approved
landing system

complete with spinning rims.

Can I show you to your seat?

Mm-hmm.

Here we are, 5D.

[gasp]

You mean I'm
sitting next to hip

hop sensation Triple Threat?

Oh!

Dan, Stan, and the Man?

You guys are only
like the hottest

triplets in pre-packaged music.
- Yo.

Yo.

Yo.

Wait until Sam
and Alex see this.

Meeting Triple Threat will
so make up for forgetting

to mail their entries.

So, what do you girls think
of WOOHP's fire ants hotpants,

hmm?

Ouch!

Ow!

Ow!

A big fat four thumbs down.

Please make the burning stop!

Hello?

Hey, Sam, hey Alex.

Just thought you might like
to say hi to Triple Threat!

- What's up?
- What's up?

What's up?

Clover!

What are you, trying to rub
your good fortune in our faces?

Because now is really
not the best time.

Ow!
Ow!

Please turn off all
electronic devices

and prepare for departure.

Um, how do I buckle myself in?

Hmm.

Oh, cool.

Thanks, Dan.

Ahh!

We've reached
cruising altitude.

You are now free to
move about the cabin

and enjoy Bling Jet's
fabulous amenities.

Nature calls, my peeps.

Well, I guess it's just
you and me, double threat.

What are we waiting for?

Oh!

Uh, haven't seen
the Man in a while.

He's probably
in the steam room.

Dry plane air is m*rder
on the follicles.

Ugh, tell me about it.

I'm deep conditioning
the minute we land.

Wait, this says we've
already passed Paris.

That makes no sense.

Wow, that was super psychic.

What can I do for you, Miss?

Well, I think your
GPS system is broken.

It says we've
already passed Paris.

That's really more of a
question for the captain.

Please follow me.

Captain Hayes, this
is Clover, winner

of the Bling Jet contest.

She has a question
she'd like to ask.

Our motto at
Bing Jet is service

with a million dollar smile.

What can I do for you?

I was just wondering why your
onboard computer says we've

already passed Grand Paris.

Because we have.

The flight was going so well,
we figured, why end it now?

In fact, we're
never going to land.

I'm going to fly the friendly
skies with my new celebrity

friends forever and ever.

But I don't understand!

Don't planes need fuel?

Not Bling Jet.

It's hydro-powered, collecting
condensation from the clouds.

Then the international airport
authority dudes will stop you!

Bling Jet travels faster
than the speed of sound,

so it's virtually
undetectable by radar.

If you think the celebrities
will go along with this,

then you're, you're, you're--

What, crazy?

With all the fabulous
amenities on Bling Jet,

the celebrities would have
to be crazy to want to leave.

Demented much.

There's no way you're going
to get away with this.

Hiyah!

Oof!

Hey, you're pretty strong for
an overly coiffed, glorified air

waitress.

Not to mention heavy.

Wait, where'd he go?

Ungh!

Ungh!

There's no point
in trying to escape.

Those are diamond coated doors.

Nothing goes in or
out unless I say so.

Ow!

Now, please take your seat
and prepare for departure.

Hahaha!

Yours, that is!

Do the words, as if,
mean anything to you?

Huh?

Whoa.

So that's why you're
kidnapping celebrities?

You have one majorly
severe case of CWS.

CWS?

Duh, celebrity
worship syndrome.

And soon, you'll
have one major case

of altitude sickness,
when my flight attendant

throws you from the plane.

Get her!

OK, um, I hate
to be redundant,

but so not gonna happen.

OK, mega freaky!

Oh, did I forget to mention
my flight attendants are robots?

Hwah!

Uh, did I forget to mention
I'm an international spy?

You can run, Clover,
but you can't hide!

Oh yeah?

Just watch me.

I need some super spy backup.

Time for another
call to Sam and Alex.

VOICE: Ohh.

H-- hello?

Mmm!

Mmm!

Mmm!

Da Man?

What have they done to you?

Oh, don't worry.

I'm getting help.

[MUFFLED] Thank you!

The quick stash
mustache is designed

to hide whatever you
need while on assignment,

no matter the size.

Go ahead, give it a try.

Whoa!

Oh.

Oh, yeah, Jere,
this is foolproof.

No one will ever suspect we've
got anything hidden in here.

Plus, we're not
male, so why exactly

are we wearing mustaches?

[phone ringing]

Allow me.

Oh!

If you called to brag about
your fabulous trip, Clover,

you can just forget it!

This isn't a courtesy call.

I'm in some major
high altitude trouble.

What's wrong?

Captain Hayes is a celeb
napper, with no plans

to land Bling Jet, ever!

And if we don't go
along with his plan,

he's going to put us in
a creepy dungeon thingy!

[gasp]

CAPTAIN HAYES: Come out,
come out, wherever you are.

Ahh!

Alex, Sam, hurry!

Hang in there, Clover!

We're on our way!

Those haven't been tested yet!

GLADIS.
- No, Jere.

There's no time for GLADIS.

Besides, what better way to
test them than in the field?

You're right.

Good luck, girls.

Ahh!
Whoa!

Whoa!

These nuclear powered propeller
caps are making me dizzy.

If I wasn't so
scared, this might

actually be fun, except for the
part where we look like geeks.

Oh no, I think I'm
running out of juice!

Ahh!

Hang on, Alex, I'm coming.

If only I could figure out
how to control this thing.

Thanks, Sam.

I had visions of
being a spy pancake.

We'd better hurry.

Who knows how much
juice I've got left.

How are we going
to get inside?

If we open the door, it could
depressurize the entire cabin.

We could go in through there.

Isn't that the toilet exhaust?

Desperate times call
for desperate measures,

which brings us to
experimental gadget number two.

Uhh?

A metal mashing boxing glove.

Ha!

Cool, and gross.

I can't believe we just crawled
through the toilet exhaust.

At least it's self-cleaning.

Ah, Sam, Alex!

I knew you'd come.

I'd totally hug
you, but you know.

Ew.

Ah!

Get me out of here!

Gwah!

Whoa!

Ahh!

Clover one,
freaky robots, none.

Batter up!

Hwah!

Ahh!

Great work, spies.

Now grab their tacky
uniforms and follow me.

Did you eliminate the girl?

If by "the girl," you mean
Clover, then no, because I'm

standing right here.

I'd love to stay and chat,
but I really have to jet.

Huh?
So that's how he does it.

CAPTAIN HAYES: Pretty
cool trick, huh?

He's locked us in
from the outside.

CAPTAIN HAYES: I've
also programmed

the computer to begin
dropping the pressure

inside the c*ck.

Sleep tight, ladies.

Ohh!

Nice to see you.

Enjoying your flight?

You look marvelous.

Excuse me, Captain.

I was just wondering
when we'll reach Paris?

Yes, I'm expected at
the theater at 8:00.

Soon, very soon.

Now relax and enjoy the flight.

After all, the journey is
the destination, right?

Haha.

Why don't I have my
flight crew bring around

some low fat pistachio fro-yo?

Hmm?

Oh, yeah!

That sounds wonderful, baby!

Yummers times two!

Yummers times two.

I haven't felt this
nauseous since Mandy

wore a tube top to Algebra.

With the c*ck
pressure dropping,

we won't stay
conscious much longer.

Then we better call
for reinforcements.

Good idea, I'll dial Jerry.

Forget Jerry.

We need to alert the
other passengers.

Haha.

Hola, mega celebs.

This is Clover from 5D.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Captain Hayes has no
intention of landing in Paris.

He wants you to live
aboard Bling Jet

as his own personal menagerie.

Huh?!

Freaky weird, huh?

Feel free to be
incensed, and angry.

And BTW, he's trapped me
and my girls in the c*ck

with little breathable air.

So if you could give us a
hand, it'd be way appreciated.

Over and out.

Who do you think you are?

You'll never get
away with this.

You crazy, man.

DA MAN: You ain't never gonna
get away with this, man.

Never.
- You want insane?

I'll give you insane.

I've just increased Bling Jet's
speed to a nutty one million

per hour.

A velocity so intense
that it will reverse

the rotation of the Earth.

I will go backward on
Earth, erasing your fame

and fortune in the process.

Hahahaha!

Ohh!

Get him!

Let's get him!

My flight crew will be
happy to assist you with all

your in-flight needs, later.

[gasp]

Looks like Clover's operation
celebrity pep rally failed.

What do we do now?

I don't know, but we
better do it pronto.

I'm fading faster than
a store-bought tan.

Experimental gadget number
three, don't fail us now.

How is playing rock
the cradle going to help

our lame oxygen sitch, Sam?

It's not.

While you two figure out a
way to restore cabin pressure,

I'm going to slow
down the plane.

Another mission,
another bad hair day.

OK, I'm no
international jetsetter,

but shouldn't there be oxygen
masks dropping from the ceiling

by now?

The captain must have jammed
them with his totally annoying,

totally cyber-lame
remote of his.

Then we just
have to unjam them.

Who knew my in-flight
mani would come in so handy?

Nice work, clover.

Now, all we have to do is
increase the oxygen flow.

No prob.

[breathing]

Whoa!

Ahh!

Ohh!

Ahh!

Oh, maybe using an
experimental gadget

wasn't such a good idea.

Guess this is one way to
get rid of wrinkles, not

that I have any.

Forget about
your face, Clover!

Ungh!

Ungh!

We need to help Sam!

Now grab onto me,
and don't let go!

Right.

Ungh!

Ungh!

Sammy!

Alex!

Help!

No worries, I'm on it.

Whoa!

Oops, not on it.

Wah!

Sorry, girls.

I was so concerned with
slowing the plane down,

I kind of forgot to
think about the landing.

Well, you better
think about it now,

because we're coming in fast.

Chillax, girls.

Our ride is fully loaded.

CAPTAIN HAYES: Back
away from the console!

There's no way I'm letting
some wannabe ruin my destiny.

The only wannabe I
see is you, as in, you

might wanna be running, because
you're about to get your butt

kicked.

Ungh!

Hey, hey!

Hiya!

Now, as I was saying before
we were so rudely interrupted,

say hello to Bling Jet's
air-approved landing system.

Now that's what
I call blingtastic.

Nice job, ladies.

I'll see you back
on solid ground.

And thanks for flying with us.

I've always wanted to say that.
- Buh-bye.

And please remember, if you're
going to sue, sue him, not us.

We're the good guys.

Bye, Triple Threat.

Yo.

Yo.

Yo.

And remember, I'm available
for any of your casting needs.

I'll have my agent
send you a headshot.

Oh, that reminds me.

Just thought this would
make up for forgetting

to mail your entries.

Ooh!

Dan, Stan, and Da Man!

I'll cherish this always.

Yo, yo yo!

Hahaha!

Being a celeb is like, so
not what it's cracked up to be.

People are always
all over you, wanting

autographs, pictures, hair.

And like, privacy is
totally a thing of the past.

I mean, hello.

Try scratching your
nose without a hundred

paparazzi snapping away at you.

No thank you.

I mean, unless of
course, someone out there

wants to do a show
about me, or something.

You know, like being
a super cool spy.

Just needs a name.

Ooh, ooh, I know!

Totally Clover.