04x07 - Attack of the 50 Ft. Mandy

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[theme music]

[beeping]

Lights out!

Hey, Smalls, nice teddy bear.

Don't you know they're
not allowed in prison?

[grunts]

[thud]

[evil laughter]

Who would have
thought it would

be so easy for a small person
to escape from the big house?

[evil laughter]

[beeping]

Can you please hurry up
and pick something already?

It's not my fault.
The fall lineup

has too many must-see shows.

How am I supposed
to know which ones

I can't live without watching?

Uh!

This is so much easier when
Clover's driving the remote.

You actually like watching
the shopping channel 24/7?

[rumbling]

Earthquake!

Earthquake!

Hey!

Find your own door jam.

Wait a sec.

If this is an earthquake, why is
our house the only one shaking?

If it isn't an
earthquake, what's going on?

Um, Clover?

Hey, guys. 'Sup?

Two questions-- why
are you tap dancing--

And how come
you're so bad at it?

Duh!

I'm trying to find my best
talent so I can impress

the judges at the pageant.

Pageant?

Hello!

Have you two been
locked in fitting rooms

for the last two months?

It's almost time for the annual
Miss Beverly Hills Pageant,

and I plan to clean up.

Not dancing like
that, you won't.

OK, so maybe tap
dancing isn't my thing.

But when I do figure
out my talent,

I'll be the one driving home
in my new awesome convertible,

getting unlimited mani-pedis,
not to mention bragging rights

for a full calendar year.

The pageant's in
a couple of days.

That didn't give you much time.

Please.

I've got plenty of time.

Ah!

No I don't!

I have to go sign up by today!

Come on, guys!

You're going to give
me moral support,

and no, you don't have a choice.

[beeping]

Oh!

Isn't this exciting?

Oh, yeah, completely exciting.

Yeah.

In all the excitement,
I forgot to get excited.

What color do you
think my tiara will be?

I'm thinking pink.

Nothing says crushing
victory like a pink tiara.

Wow, Clover, you've already
got it all worked out.

You bet.

Watch this.

Me?

You really want me?

Oh!

Thank you.

Thank you.

I love you all.

[kissy noises]

Um, maybe you should actually
enter the pageant first.

Or better yet, don't bother.

Oh, hi, Mandy.

I thought I smelled
something funny.

Ha!

I don't know why you girls are
even wasting your time when

I'm obviously going to win.

Tell you what, Mand,
I'll be nice when I win.

I'll let you hold
my flowers while I

put on my pink victory tiara.

Tell you what,
Clove, get ready to eat

my sparkly pageant dust.

I have got an edge
on everyone else.

Well, yeah?
Me, too.

And my edge will out-edge
your edge any day.

Good one, Clover.

Sorry, girls.

Got to run before too much of
your uncool rubs off on me.

Excuse me!

Out of the way!

Hello!

Move!

- Well I never!
- Come on.

Pushy much?

How dare you!

Oh, it is so on.

So what exactly is this edge
you were talking about, Clover?

It's obviously not
your tap dancing.

No, there's this special
new spa treatment called

the Beautimizer
that's going to have

me looking pageant perfect.

A spa visit?

Not a bad idea, Clover.

Maybe I'll join you.

Whoa!

D'oh!

Aww, for--

[beeping]

You're going to
love the Beautimizer.

It's a total full body makeover.

This baby does everything
in a single pass--

nails, hair, makeup.

Well, let's get
started already.

MANDY: It better make my
hair, smile, eyes and attitude

bigger, because bigger
is all that matters when

it comes to winning pageants.

Ha ha!

[gasps]

There's 827 spas in Beverly
Hills, and Mandy shows up here?

Someone is in my machine!

This is an outrage!

I made reservations,
like, hours ago!

I'm sorry, miss.

We have another spot here.

Which one is Clover in?

[evil laugh] Revenge is
sweet, my little Clover.

I may be small, but
let's see how you

like being really, really tall.

Enjoy the new you, Clover.

[evil laugh]

[sighs]

[whirring sound]

[school bell]

[laughing]

[beeping]

[grunting]

So, how do I look?

Wow.

Wow, Clover, you look amazing.

Totally!

We need sunglasses just
to look at your smile.

You are so going
to win the pageant.

Yeah.

But the only problem is--
[gasps]

Hey, it's Mandy.

Wow!

Whoa.

What happened?

[gasps]

- She looks really good.
- Wow.

Move over, girls.

Your next Miss Beverly Hills
just entered the building.

Mandy showed up at the
spa for the same treatment!

Can you believe it?

What I can't believe is how
much bigger Mandy's looking.

Since when did Mandy
become an Amazon?

Ow!

I am so taking these defective
shoes back to the store.

Ah!

Come on, ladies!

This is physical education
class, so let's get physical!

Ya!

Ah!

Point, losers!

Enjoy it.

It's the last one you'll get!

Hi-ya!

Hi-ya!

After that one.

[whistle blows]

Ah, d'oh!

Ha!

[laughs]

Hi-ya!

Uh!

Uh, hi-ya!

[whack]

Uh!

This was just a
warm-up for the pageant.

[evil laugh] See you
wannabes tomorrow.

Mandy was a machine.

And she totally whooped us.

JERRY: Hello spies.

Oh!

Hold on a sec, Jerry.

JERRY: Spies, reports
have come in that two

girls have gone missing
in the Beverly Hills area.

Here are the files we've
assembled on the two girls.

Here are cans of super
sticky mega mouse,

net throwing mascara,
and a tornado hairdryer.

Hey, I just
cross-referenced the names.

Both girls had signed up
to compete in the pageant.

Really?

That's great!

Less competition.

Maybe we should sit on this
case for a while-- you know,

until the pageant is over.

Or we could get right on it.

We'll start by keeping an
eye on the other contestants.

That should be easy enough.

They all hang out at the Groove.

[carn horn beeps]

Alex, Sam, are you there?

What is it, Clover, a suspect?

No!

But check it out!

Huh?

All pageant judges just
love a girl who can juggle.

Oops!

She juggles as well
as she tap dances.

Uh!
Uh!

Oh!

[heavy footsteps advancing]

Hello!

This is a stake out, Clover.

We're supposed to
be inconspicuous.

[heavy footsteps advancing]
[screams]

Run away!

Get out of my way!

Look out!

Goodbye!

Hey!

That was our
favorite juice joint!

They had awesome
banana-blueberry smoothies.

Help!

Help!

She's huge!

Ah!

Uh.

Nobody trashes the Groove
and gets away with it.

[grunts]

Ha!

Gotcha!

Huh?

[screams]

Well, she trashed the
Groove and got away with it.

Uh!

Uh!

Uh!

But at least we have this.

Let's see whose DNA this is.

[beeping]

We've got a match, and it's--

Mandy?

Mandy?

A 15-foot tall monster?

Come on, she's only


Didn't it seem
strange that she was

spiking the volleyball today?

I guess.

In fact, Mandy's been
acting totally strange

ever since the spa treatment.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Spa day!

I could so use another
scalp massage right now.

I mean, while we're
investigating, of course.

I loved the treatment so much,
I just had to bring my friends.

I'm so pleased.

Now, if you would just
step into the machines.

Thanks, but we'll take
care of it from here.

We'd prefer too be
alone for our treatments.

Toodle-oo.

But-- oh.

This was Mandy's machine--

the copycat.

Weird.

This doesn't look
like it belongs here.

[gasping]
- Hello, girls.

Hey, Jer.

We need you to analyze
this computer chip for us.

No problem.

Just plug it into your X-Powder.

Ah!

Jerry, you're huge.

I mean, we're talking
serious fat head.

Thank you, Clover.

That is because the chip
you found is a maximizer.

It's designed to make
anything bigger-- including

my hologram, apparently.

OK, so the chip
made Mandy bigger,

but why did it make her meaner?

Well, Mandy isn't the
nicest person in the world.

Maybe it's enlarged her
bad attitude as well.

But who would want
a gigantic Mandy?

That doesn't matter right now.

We need to save those
kidnapped girls first.

I got the wrong machine?

I guess I'm going to have to
do it the old-fashioned way--

with my Alpha X-10 Maximizer.

[screams]

Ah!

[heavy footsteps advancing]

Looks clear.

We'll have them out in a second.

Well, this case
all but wrapped up.

Except that mega Mandy
is still on the loose.

[heavy footsteps advancing]

Uh!

Ah!

[gasps]

OK.

She was bad enough
at 15-feet tall,

but this is just ridiculous.

We'll see who's ridiculous
when I win the pageant!

[straining]

She's too strong.

Yeah, she's totally
got man hands.

[screaming]

Oh!

Oh, we're trapped like
dolls in a dollhouse!

How are we gonna get out.

We'll blast our way out.

Wait!

I've got a better idea.

Hey, Mandy!

Where'd you get your
hair done, the carwash?

Ah!

Oh, I'm sorry.

What I meant to say was,
you've got a bigger mustache

than my pizza delivery guy!

MANDY: Hey!

Nice job.

I like the part
about the mustache.

Well, it's true.

- Uh!
- Uh!

Uh!

[helicopter advancing]

Hmm.

Ah!

Hello, spies.

Remember this?

Oh.

You grow, girl.

Ah!

Ow!

[gasps] Clover!

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

But I feel a little funny.

[gasping]

Finally!

Wow.

Beverly Hills looks
really nice from up here.

Look!

I can see the Groove.

You copycat!

Is there a single original
bone in your body?

Ow!

Hello!

It's not like I
asked to be turned

into a 50-foot tall
monster like you.

Just remember, no matter how
much you want to be like me,

everyone knows who the most
beautiful girl in Beverly Hills

is.

Ha!

If you think you're
getting that tiara--

It's already mine!

Well, you catty little--

Ah!

Ah!

Wah!

[screaming and fighting]

[bell dings]

Ah!

Annoying, air-headed--

Watch out, Clover!

Yeah!

Don't crush our house!

Ah!

[boom]

We need to cut
Smalls down to size.

Already on it.

[g*n blasts]

D'oh!

[screams]

Look out!

Whoa.

I know heels hurt, but that
would have been serious.

[screams]

[gasps]

And I had a pool party
planned for the weekend.

Ah!

If we don't get that
maximizer off Smalls soon,

we can kiss our whole
neighborhood goodbye.

Uh!

[thud] I've got something
to gum up his plans.

[g*n blasts]

Ah!

Nice shot, Sam.

What can I say?

I've had years of practice
with hair products.

[grunts]

Aww, for-- no!

My maximizer!

I spent an entire
afternoon building that!

I should be able
to reverse this.

Hurry up!

They just stepped on your bike.

What?

I bought that bike
with my own money!

Hi-ya!

Ow!

Ow!

Your nails look like you got
them at the hardware store.

Uh, oops.

I guess I had the
power too high.

Oh yeah.
[inaudible]

Hey!

What!

Mandy!

Oh, look how cute they are.

They're so tiny.
Can I keep them?

Ha!

Forget it.

You did all this!

Obviously someone knew they
were going to lose the pageant

and wanted me out of the way?

You?

You wouldn't have a
chance of winning,

even if you bribed
all the judges.

Uh.

Hm.

[screaming and fighting]

Excellent work, agents.

I must admit, we weren't
even aware Diminutive

Smalls had escaped.

He's just so small
and easy to misplace.

MANDY: That tiara is mine!

Ugh.

I bet you can't
even spell tiara.

My word.

How long have those
two been at it?

Ever since they met.

Well, I'll need to
take Mandy with me.

Huh?

We'll erase her memory of
this event and return her home.

Make sure you also erase
her memory about the pageant.

She won't even know she entered.
- Uh!

What?

If you even think about
messing with my memory--

There, there.

We won't do anything like that.

Hm.

Oh, well.

I tried.

[cameras clicking]

This is it, the part of
the night where you lose.

Oh, really?

I thought this was the
part where I get the tiara

and you get the t-shirt that
says "sore loser" on it.

[laughs]

After long
deliberation, the judges

have made their decision.

And the winner of the annual
Beverly Hills Pageant is--

Gloria!

[applause]

Oh!

Oh!

I knew I should have--

--worn platforms.

Oh, you!

[groan] I bet you
can't even spell tiara!

Oh yes I can.

Let's hear you spell it.

Oh, I know how to spell it.

You don't know how
to spell anything.

Then spell it.
Spell it.

If you know how to spell it.

[firecrackers popping]

You know, it's so not easy
being a girl in Beverly Hills.

Coordinating clothing
is like a full-time job.

It gets worse.

You might totally love
that new top you bought,

but you can't even think about
wearing it more than once

a month.

So you need another system to
keep track of what you wore,

when.

See, I wore this
outfit last Tuesday.

So according to
this chart, I can

wear the top again next year.

Wait, hold on.

This skirt goes with this
top, but I can't wear

it with this purse until 2052?

OK.

You know what, I'm just
going to wear black.