03x25 - Evil Promotion Much? – Parts 2

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[theme music]

[expl*si*n]

CLOVER: OK, in case you,
like, completely flaked,

here's a little update.

So one sec, we're just these
normal high school girls,

slash, spies, the
next sec, Jer tells us

that we're being promoted
to regular high school

girls, slash, super
spies, and being

sent to a totally
tricked out, totally

top secret training facility.

Pretty amazing, right?

Wrong.

Besides the part where we meet
a fellow spy hottie named Dean

and got to hang with some cool
virtual WOOHP instructors,

the experience
pretty much reeked.

Not only were we viciously
attacked by an angry ballroom,

but our host Terrence turned
out to be a big-time baddie.

He totally captured
Dean and stuck him

in some weird, gel
cage thingy, then

asked us to eliminate Jerry and
retrieve some grossy microchip

he keeps hidden on his body.

All I can say is, rude much.

[helicopter whirring]

I'm switching to autopilot.

Get ready to sh**t, girls.

OK, jump on 3.

Wait.

Are we counting up or down?

Up.

Down.

Forget counting, just bail.

Whoa!

[snap]

[scream]

Alex!

Help!

Hang on.

We'll be right there.

Gotcha.

Phew, nice save.

For a second there, I thought
my super spy career was

gonna end in early retirement.

[gasp]

Whoa.

Uh, nobody's safe yet, Alex.

Grab on.

Whoa!

[grunt]

Thanks for the ride.

That was fun.

Yeah, fun for one of us.

Gonna take a week of serious
Pilates to realign my spine.

OK, girls, enough chit chat.

If we wanna ditch Terrence,
find Jerry, and save Dean,

we're gonna need a plan.

Not gonna be
much of a planning

session with that mega loser
Terry watching our every move.

TERRENCE [ON SPEAKER]:
The only name-calling

should be from Jerry,
right before his demise.

So, ladies, please, less
ruminating, more eliminating,

or old Terrence will begin
the process of elimination

with your chum, Dean.

[whimper]

DEAN [ON SPEAKER]:
Please, help me.

[gasp]

Looks like our planning
session is officially trashed.

Hm.

Speaking of trash, come on.

Uh--

Wait, where are you going?

Terrence doesn't like surprises.

[grunt]

Way to buy us some time, Sam.

Eww, yeah, great idea if
you have no sense of smell.

Sorry, Clover,
but desperate times

call for desperate measures.

Now let's figure out how to
get Terrence off our backs.

If only we had a
useful gadget instead

of these lame hologram lockets,
then we could bust a move.

Maybe they're not so lame.

I can try and rig them
to project our images

so Terry will think
we're on a search

and destroy mission for Jerry.

But really, we'll sneak
up and search for Jerry,

and tell him what's
really up with Terry.

Exactly.

Uh, run that by me again.

It's the old bait
and switch, Alex.

And FYI, it's brilliant.

In that case, I
say we go for it.

Three hologram
diversions, coming right up.

Hm.

Clover, Alex, and Sam,
meet Clover, Alex, and Sam.

Oh, check it out.
I'm even hotter as a hologram.

[gasp]

I wish I could say the same.

What's wrong, Sammy?

Me.

I'm so bleh.

Please, since when did
you care about looks?

Since right now.

I am a total plain Jane.

Ugh, this really
isn't the time

for discovering vanity, Sam.

We need to interrupt
Terrence's regularly scheduled

programming, remember?

Yeah, and I've got an idea.

[clattering]

Ah.

Let's go.

[grumble]

Put down those
umbrellas, mates.

Terrence is trying
to find his spies.

Hm?

Well, yeah, of course.

Oh, there they are.

Patience, Terrence, patience.

Hm, oh, too conservative.

Mm, not conservative enough.

Look, there's Jerry.

[ding]

Hm?

[scream]

Take my wallet!

It's in my pocket.

Cool.

Shopping money.
- Clover!

Clover?

Girls, what are you doing here?

But why aren't you
at the WOOHP facility

training for your promotion?

If you took time
out for shopping,

rest assured, you'll be fired.

Ugh, fine by
us, 'cause so far,

our big promotion has been
nothing but a big fat fiasco,

extra whip.

Jerry, something's gone wrong.

That training facility turned
into a t*rture facility,

and they've got Dean
trapped in a lucite cell.

And that whacked
out host Terrence,

who was supposed to
be taking care of us,

wants us to take care of you.

And by "take care,"
he means eliminate.

Terrence?

I don't believe it.

I take it you know this dude.

Let's just say he's
a person from my past.

Well, this person from your
past wants you presently gone.

And he wants us to get
some microchip from you.

Oh, my, this is serious.

I suggest we go to my
home office at once.

You girls strapped in?

More like wedged in.

[pop]

[tires screeching]

[beeping]

Pardon the mess, ladies, but
I wasn't expecting company.

Cassette tapes?

Neon?

Wow, Jer, this place is
like a total '80s museum.

Uh--

[gasp]

Geez, Jer, for such a
teched out guy at work,

you really live in
the past at home.

Speaking of the past, who's
the other kid in this picture?

That is my twin brother.

[gasp]

Hello?

Secretive much.

Yeah.

Since when do you have a twin?

Duh, since birth.

Even I know that one.

OK, girls, time to focus.

We've got business at hand.

Our only hope is
to trick Terrence

into believing I
really did perish

by staging an elaborate and
convincing attack on me,

an attack which will
require masterful acting

performances by each of you.

CLOVER: Cool.

A cushioned whooping?

[grumble]

Blah, blah, blah,
enough chit chat.

Move it, or Terrence
will lose it.

This plan rocks.

Totally.

Only, won't the part where
we pretend to knock you off

the bridge really knock
you off the bridge?

I will have a bungee
cable discreetly connected

to my ankle.

As for the hidden microchip
Terrence requested--

[peel]

Eww!

Gross.

I'll replace the real
microchip with a decoy.

Like so.

CLOVER: OK, eww.

What's the deal with
that thing anyway?

There'll be plenty of time
for explanations later, I hope.

Just be sure to rip off the
birthmark during the chase.

Lucky me.

And give Terrence the
decoy chip when you head

back to the training facility.

When will we see you again?

I'll join you at the
facility, where we will

defeat Terrence and save Dean.

Works for us, Jer.

Let's go, spies.

Not without
gadgets, you don't.

Oh.

Talk about a stocked fridge.

Molecule-separating hairspray.

Perfect.

I could use a
change in hairstyle.

I wouldn't place
that near your head.

It'll change more
than your hairstyle.

A not so joyful joy buzzer.

How ironic.

Sonar celly with
antenna drill.

Cool.

Oh!

I mean, ouch.

Better antenna down before
putting it in my pocket.

And for me, a laser ascot pin.

And of course, ex-powders.

I always keep spares at home.

Yes.

Now I can try some new
not-so-plain-Jane looks.

Well?

You look like a couch.

Ow!

Agreed.

Now let's go, before Terrence
discovers your little trick.

I think I've learned
something with--

I see their trick-- they're
trying to drive Terrence crazy.

Perhaps you'll
move if I eliminate

your dear friend Dean.

--normal, healthy, in
fact, to just roll out

of bed and relax into the day.

Goodbye, ugly halo spies.

[beep]

[grumble]

Hello, real spies.

Come on, girls, let's do this.

That got their attention.

[whirring]

[whistling]

What a perfect day
for a leisurely stroll.

[rip]

I've seen fake moles,
but fake birthmarks?

Alex, what is the
meaning of this?

For you, big trouble.

Pardon me?

Sorry, Jer, but
I've got no choice.

I'm taking this microchip,
and I'm taking you out.

And I don't mean for sushi.

Alex, you can't do this.

I wish I couldn't,
but yeah, I can.

[grunting]

[panting]

Then so can I.

Whoa!

Pretty good for an
old guy, but good

isn't good enough. good enough.

[whack]

I have taught you well.

Sorry, teach,
but school's out.

Not until I say so.

Hiya!
[whack]

Whoa!

[grumble]

OK, class dismissed.

[whine]

Hm.

Please don't be sweaty,
please don't be sweaty.

Eww.

I said "please."

Hey, that's my bike.

Now this is good television.

Whoa!

Ha!

I'm free.

Yeah, free to fall.

Whoa!

Uh-oh, time to
stop, drop, and roll.

Phew.

Phew, that was close.

So is that.

Sorry, but your
ship has sailed, Jer.

Take the easy way
out and hop aboard.

Not if my life depended on it.

[gasp]

[scream]

What are you so happy about?

[scream]

[splash]

[expl*si*n]

You didn't eliminate Jerry.

That makes Terrence very angry.

Trust me, you wouldn't like
Terrence when he's very angry.

After him, spies!

You were trained
better than this.

[splash]

Hello?

Ruined hair here.

[whoosh]

Here, Clover.

[grunt]

Where's Jer?

Over there.

Come on, let's finish this.

No!

Please!

I'm begging you!

Was that part of his plan?

I'm thinking no.

I'm gonna get closer.

[straining]

No!

[gasp]

[splash]

Jerry!

I don't see him.

I think he's gone, for real.

Bravo, agents.

Or should I say, double agents?

Finally, after all these years,
Terrence gets his revenge,

and, oh, is it sweet.

I'll see you and the microchip
back at the training facility.

[crying]

I can't believe Jerry's gone.

I don't understand.

Why didn't he just
use the bungee?

[crying]

All the times I complained
about Jerry whooping us--

[sniff] --now we'll
never whoop again.

[crying]

What do we do?

What Jerry would
have wanted us to do--

finish the job.

You're right, Sam.

Dean's still being held c*ptive.

And Terrence is
still up to no good.

I say we find out if revenge
is as sweet as Terrence said.

[gulp]

Yeah.

Time to make Terry
choke on his own words.

OK, so what's the
plan this time?

Our best chance of defeating
Terrence and saving Dean

is to bust Dean out of his cell
and use his chosen one powers

to help us defeat Terrence.

Sounds easy enough.

If only there was some
way for us to sneak in.

Hm.

Hm.

Voila, covert access.

Eww, go in through there?

You're kidding, right?

Can't be any worse
than that dump truck.

[sigh]

Good point.

Come on, the sonar
celly will guide us.

Ugh, I take it back.

Compared to this place, that
dump truck was immaculate.

Ugh.

How do we know when we're
below the training facility?

We look for a big
blob on the sonar.

[beeping]

Just like that one.

Awesome.

Time to spring
Dean from his cell.

I'm way ahead of you.

[cracking]

There's Dean.

Whoa, he doesn't look very
good, and that's saying a lot,

considering we're talking
about such a hottie.

Come on, we better get
him out of there, fast.

[groan]
- We can't.

The closer we get, the
tighter the grip, remember?

Oh, yes, we can.

This molecule-separating
hairspray

might not be able to
help my lame look,

but it's still powerful stuff.

[spray]

[gasp]

It doesn't reach.

Ugh, doesn't Jer know
that you never buy hairspray

unless it's extra strength?

There must be a way to
get the spray to that cell.

There is, but it
could be dangerous.

I'm thinking Now's the
time to change the safety

first motto to safety second.

Agreed.

But, girls, don't
try this at home.

[whoosh]

Awesome.

Dean, wake up.

It's me, Clover.

[gasp] You're a doll!

Down, Clover.

This is so not
the time to flirt.

No.
Dean is a dummy, a real dummy.

Well then, what
happened to the real Dean?

Funny you should ask.

ALL: Terrence!

We meet again.

Come on, let's go.

[gasp]

Now that's what I
call going nowhere fast.

[laugh]

You should see the looks
on your faces, girls--

priceless.

Priceless?

I don't think so.

You're so gonna pay
for this, Terry.

Yeah, Dean will
totally save us.

ALL: Dean!

You wouldn't dare.

You're right,
Terry, I wouldn't.

Good choice, chosen one.

Did I mention that Dean is
actually a double agent?

No way.

Impressible.

More like, way possible.

Turns out it's more fun
to work on the evil side

than the good side.

And to think I actually
thought you were cool.

FYI, double agents,
doubly uncool.

Oh, don't blame Dean.

He couldn't resist
helping me infiltrate

the Spy Droid Project.

[whir]

Oh?

[clink]

And this chip is the key
that will finally get us in.

Whatever.

Like we care about your
dumb Droid Project.

You will when you see
how deliciously evil it is.

Sorry, pal.

We're not impressed by evil.

Then why did you hang around
that conniving, backstabbing

Jerry all these years?

Don't you talk
about Jerry like that.

He was the best.

Totally.

And he totally didn't
deserve to go out like that.

Silence!

Your Jerry got exactly
what he deserved.

My biggest regret is not
being there in-person to see

his suffering myself.

My second biggest
regret is having

to get rid of such exemplary
agents like yourselves.

Um, two regrets is
a lot for one day.

Maybe you should hold off on the
get rid of us plan till later.

It would be such a shame
to lose spies with such style

and pizzaz, especially you, Sam.

What?

Really?

You don't think
I'm a plain Jane?

Ugh, duh.

With that wild,
devilish red hair?

Hardly.

Thanks.

And eww!

Oh, you won't be
thanking Terrence for what

he's about to do to you.

[beep]

Back in the virtual
ballroom, not good.

Very not good.

This room spells doom.

Come on, guys, just 'cause
last time we were here,

the walls caved in, doesn't
mean it's over for us, does it?

Goodbye, girls.

As hard as it is
to believe, I am

sorry it had to end like this.

That makes one of us.

Unhappy landings.

[slam]

Unhappy landings?

What does that mean?

[rumbling]

It means we're
in serious trouble.

[scream]

Where do you think this
bottomless pit bottoms out?

[crumble]

News flash, Al-- it doesn't.

Ugh, first Jerry
bites it, now us?

Could this day be any worse?

[scream]

Sammy!

OK, this is
officially looking bad.

I hate to overstate
the obvious,

but I'm thinking this floor
can't hold us much longer.

[glass shattering]

Hey, who is that?

I don't know, but right
now, it's our only hope.

[theme music]