04x03 - I Hate the Eighties

[bunniefuu]

[compowder beeping]

[theme music]

[gibbering on phone]
- Really?

Well, you should see
the shoes I just got.

They totally match the
earrings I got last week.

I could put together
the cutest outfit.

[gasps]

No!

CLOVER: Wake up, sleepy head.

Wh-- what's up?

Where's the fire?

That should do the trick.

[snoring]

Ah!

[yawns]

Que pasa?

It's Hats Off to the Mall
Day-- wear a hat, get half off.

[yawns]

But it's so early.

Do we have to go right now?

No.

I suppose we could wait
till later, when all

the good stuff is picked over.

[sighs]

COMPUTER: You've got spy mail.

Oh!

Hm.

Coming to town,
would love to see

you and go down memory lane.

Your ex-bandmate, Tammy.

Remarkable.

Hey, Jer.

Who's this Tammy person?

We used to be in a band
together, called Double Digits.

I haven't seen her
in over 20 years.

That's 19 longer
than I've been around.

Hm.

It's been so long.

I hope she'll recognize me.

You mean, now that you're
in your double digits?

Or are you in your
triple digits?

Very humorous.

Oh, wait.

There's an attachment.

It looks like the Tammy
I remember, only older.

Dear Tammy, I'd love
to see you, too.

Where shall we meet?

Oh!

Ha!

Please tell me you're
going to a costume party.

No-- better!

My latest invention, the 80
Fire, has just been tested,

and it's a smash hit.

Is that so?

Do tell more.

All it takes is the spin of a
dial and the press of a button.

Next stop, The Groove,
where it's sayonara spies.

Who knew it could be this easy?

And fun!

Now if you could only
apply your technology

to fixing up this place,
we'd be in perfect shape.

[pipes rattling]

[yelling]

Come on, let's go.

Oops.

Excuse me.

Can I take this silly
thing off, por favor?

And kiss our savings goodbye?

Forget it.

You're only heading into the
most fabulous shoe store ever.

That's what you said
about the last shoe store.

Trust me, this
one is fabulouser.

Ah!

Aren't we so
lucky to be living

in a city that's on the
cutting edge of fashion trends?

[laser sh**ting]

[gasps]

Hm.

Strappy or slingback?

Both.

[yelling and screaming]

What do you think is going on?

Maybe Ricky Mathis is
performing a surprise

gig at the food court.
- No way!

Let's go!

For Ricky fans, these
people don't look very happy.

What's happening?

Huh?

Huh?

Somehow everything and
everyone is turning all retro.

[yelling and screaming]

But how?

[laser sh**ting]

Look!

It's that guy over there.

He has no right to do icky
things to our beloved mall.

[laser sh**ting]

My antlers!

That is so not a hat.

[laser sh**ting]

Ah!

[laser sh**ting]

Ah!

Oh no!

What?

[gasps]

Oh no.

Right back atcha.

[whining incomprehensibly]

What were you just
saying about being

on the cutting edge of fashion?

I don't remember.

But right now, I'm about
to go over the edge.

This is the most heinous
villain we've ever encountered.

Girls, I think we'd
better ditch The Groove

and check in with Jerry.

[screaming]

[SINGING] Mine is
yours, yours is mine.

Yes, our love is cosmic, babe.

Yes, our love is cosmic, babe.

Oh.

Ladies.

Jerry, something really weird
just happened at The Groove.

Don't tell me.

Your credit card was rejected?
- No.

See, there was this guy--

And he had these
two other people.

And suddenly
there was this zap.

With this giant g*n thingy.

And there was a shiny
blue light, and then--

Everyone was dressed
really funny-- like you.

You'll have to excuse them.

Ever since they
were hit, they've

been acting a little strange.

Maybe this is just some
sort of mall promotion.

That would be a pretty
terrible promotion.

Is it possible
you were hit, too?

[laughing]

The only thing
I've been hit with

is a major case of nostalgia.

Believe it or not, this is how
we used to dress 20 years ago.

Guess it really didn't
matter what you wore back then,

since there was no electricity.

[giggling]

I'm meeting my old bandmate,
Tammy, for dinner tonight.

You were in a band?

Well, yes--

Double Digits.
- I've never heard of it.

GLADIS: Don't feel bad.

Neither has anyone else.

What GLADIS means
to say is that it

was a little before your time.

Well, ta for now.

[SINGING] Mine is
yours, yours is mine.

Yes, our love is cosmic, babe.

OK, you guys.

One minute we're on a
shopping spree, and the next,

we're running from
a sh**ting spree.

Don't you think something's--

[laughing]

Tag, you're it!

No, you're it.

[laughing]

Did not.

[laughing]

You guys, stop it!

This is serious.

Clover, are you looking younger?

Must be my new moisturizer.

Alex, you too.

Something's going on here.

GLADIS, scan the city for any
signs of a disruptive male

with two evil henchmen in tow.

Calculating coordinates now.

I zapped the girls
with the 80 Fire.

And you know what that means.

Yes.

We saw your performance
at The Groove.

Good work.

Now it's just a matter of time
before the spies are history.

I hate to be the
bearer of bad news,

but you only hit two of them.

What?

All right.

I'm going back out
to finish the job.

GLADIS: Girls, there seems to
be a disturbance at The Groove.

[gasps]

The Groove?

We've got to get over there.

Ugh.

They can't mess with
our favorite hangout.

Let's hit it.

Wait for your gadgets.

Today, you'll get the
M-Ray Contact Lens,

the Barrette Tracking
Device in baby blue,

and the Laser Nail File.

Good luck.
- Me!

Me!

I want the pretty barrette.

Gotcha!

OK, this is
severely messed up.

Attacking The Groove
once was bad enough,

but attacking it twice
is totally jerky.

Where are the smoothie shops?

They didn't exist
in the '80s, remember?

But I'm thirsty.

And I'm tired.

Girls, we don't have
time for drinks or naps.

Hey, look.

That girl could be
Mandy's little sister.

It is Mandy.

Nice threads.

Is the thrift shop having
its annual clearance sale?

[laughing]

Um, when's the last time
you looked in a mirror?

Huh.

[squeals]

I totally need this mirror.

It takes practically
five years off my life.

You can't have
the mirror, Mandy.

It's mine.

But I want it!

[screaming]

What are these nasty clothes?

Ah!

Get them off me!

What happened?

Clover, pluck a
strand for analysis.

Ouch!

It's for your own good.

Why is this happening to me?

Now, pluck one of your own.

I don't wanna!

Ow!

GLADIS, we need to run
a check on this, ASAP.

You got it.

I've got the results.

Go ahead.

There's a substance
present that

regresses the age of anything
it comes in contact with.

So the ray that
the guy shot is

regressing everything
it hits and turning

the clock back on it.

So not only do you look
younger, but your DNA's

actually younger, which means
we don't have a lot of time.

Then let's get this
creep before it's too late.

[tires squealing]

Hm.

Hm.

I'm looking
unusually good today.

Tammy?

Jerry!

You look amazing.

As do you.

Hard to believe
it's been 20 years.

Shall we?

Those girls have got to
be around here somewhere.

Bad man's gotta be
around here somewhere.

Trouble, 12:00.

Ah!

Welcome to the club.

Come on!

We've got to find him.

Ew!

Ugh!

Are you kidding?

What?

You can't put the
pedal to the metal.

You can barely reach the pedal.

[tires squealing]

He could be anywhere.

He must have slipped into
one of these buildings.

There he is!

We lost him.

The M-Ray Contact Lens
should help us find him.

[camera flashing]

Bingo!

So, what got you
thinking about the band,

after all these years?

I was listening to
the radio, and they were

playing some weak pop song.

I thought, I used to do
this, and I was much better.

We were quite a team.

I never realized
how much I missed it.

I feel so rejuvenated.

Can I interest you in
starting up the band again?

I thought you'd never ask!

- How do we get in?
- There!

Come on!

[grunting]

Well, I'm pleased to say,
progress has been made.

I know that voice.

It sounds like our old
friend, Boogie Gus.

I thought we'd heard
the last of that guy.

Next Next, I turn Beverly
Hills into my own, private,

'80s wonderland.

He's not alone.

He must be in
cahoots with someone.

But who?

And did you really just
use the word cahoots?

In a couple of hours,
it'll be like the spies never

existed at all.

Come on, girls.

Let's prove how
much we do exist.

ALEX: Hiyah!

Huh?

What the--

[laughing]

[screaming]

[laughing]

Uh!

Let go!

Stop it!

Ow!

You're hurting me.

Don't worry.

In a few minutes, neither you
or your pain will exist anymore.

Welcome to my favorite
room in the house.

I like to call it
the neon graveyard.

Now, with you finally
out of the way,

I can turn the world into my
own, private, '80s wonderland.

That's what this is about?

I'm like, 10 years
old, and even I know

that idea is lamer than lame.

Yeah, who would want
to go back to the '80s?

That was like, 100 years ago.

[boogie gus laughing]

Things should start to
get toasty right around now.

[laughing]

I can't stand neon lights.

They make my head ache.

That's the least
of our problems.

Neon heat is generated
so fast and furiously

that we'll melt if we don't
figure a way out of here.

You were even a brainiac
when you were younger.

Remember our gig at the
state fair go-kart track?

How could I forget
the roar of the crowd?

Or was it the roar
of the go-karts?

JERRY: Hm.

What is it?

Do you see what I see?

You think it's OK if we--

[crowd murmuring]

AUDIENCE MEMBER: This is nice.

AUDIENCE MEMBER:
Ah, entertainment.

Hello, everyone.

We're Double Digits, and we're
here to synth pop your world.

[synth pop music playing]

[SINGING] Mine is
yours, yours is mine.

Yes our love is cosmic, babe.

Interface within our space, let
us taste the sweet, my girl.

Do not fear the stratosphere.

Come and hear the
sweet tune, girl.

We are one till time is done.

Feel the sun and heat, girl.

Mine is yours, yours is mine.

Yes, our love is
cosmic, cosmic, babe.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
oh yeah, cosmic babe.

My hair is totally
frizzing out.

And I mean even
more than before.

I need some water before
I totally shrivel up.

That's it!

Water!

What are you doing?

Cooling things off in here.

[pipe bursting]

[water rushing]

That's better.

But how do we get down?

[screaming]

[thud]

Oh.

That's how.
- OK.

We'd better go catch
this guy quick,

or it's gonna be
way past my bedtime.

Let's send Boogie Gus
back to the '80s for good.

JERRY [SINGING]: Babe, oh,
babe, I say, cosmic, yeah!

Yeah!

All right!

All right, everybody.

Once again, we're
Double Digits, and we

thank you for coming tonight.

[light clapping]

SAM [ON PHONE]: Jerry?

Can you hear me?

Jerry!

Be right back.

What is it Sam?

I'm in the middle of
something very important.

SAM [ON PHONE]: I
think my important

is way more important
than your very important.

Gotcha.

I'll be right there.

You'll have to excuse me.

Something urgent's come up.

No prob.

Take your time.

[beeping]

He's running west on Main.
Quick!

We can catch up.

[beeping]

[laser sh**ting]

Aha!

Huh?

BOOGIE GUS: The last time
we left off, you were

dangling in the neon graveyard.

If that didn't do you in,
then this certainly will.

[laser sh**ting]

[grunting]

[laser sh**ting]

Jerry!

Hey, you look amazing.

Thank you, but now is not
the time for compliments.

What have we got here?

Boogie Gus is trying
to zap us into oblivion,

and then turn the city into
his own '80s playground.

All right then.

[grunting and fighting]

[shouting]

I got it!

SAM: Alex!

Move the dial back
to our normal ages.

Sure, being 10 has its perks.

But I've already been
there, done that.

[laser sh**ting]

Ah!

[laser sh**ting]

[gasps]

[crash]

That was not cool.

I should have known--

my evil brother at the controls.

Looks like your
brother's recruited

more of our old friends
than we thought.

I don't know about
you, but I have got

to get out of these clothes.

And I thought wearing
a sombrero to The Groove

was the weirdest thing that
would happen to me today.

What are you doing, Jer?

Just confirming that Tammy's
interested in starting up

our band again.

I don't know, Jerry.

You're a busy man.

When would you have
time to practice?

I'm a firm believer in making
time for the things you love.

Oh, she wrote back.

Yes, I'm very interested
in starting up the band.

But I don't think
you're the right fit.

But, we're a duet.

Yes, we were.

Now, I'm a solo artist.

[sighs]

Does that make
her a Single Digit?

Don't worry, Jer.

You're still part of our group.

[laughing]

Hey, guys.

Today, I'm going to show you
one of the coolest soccer

moves I know--

bouncing the ball on your head.

All you need to do is set
the ball on your head,

and start off slowly.

And before you know it,
you'll be bouncing like a pro.

Then, when you've had
enough, stopping is easy.

You just, uh, uh, sort of--

help!

Someone make it stop!

Make it stop!

Help!

Get it off me!

Someone!