04x10 - 0067

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

Dinner!

Dinner!

Wha?

This is Agent Smiley in
the containment center.

I need to report an escape.

[punching]

[laughing]

Quick, Niya, we have
to get out of here.

Not so fast, Evan.

Guess again, evil villain!

Niya, wait.

It's me, Evan.

Oh!

[sighing]

[groaning]

It's official.

That was the worst
movie I've ever seen.

Guess that's why they
call it Mission Improbable.

More like Mission Cha Right,
Never In a Million Years.

On account of Niya's
hair would be way

messed up from that bulky mask.

Why can't someone make a
decent spy flick for once?

My sentiments exactly.

[screaming]

Which is why I need to
see you ladies right away.

Since when does Jerry
care about spy flicks?

Since right now.

Girls, I have exciting news.

My dream of becoming a
professional thespian

is finally coming true!

Professional thespian?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about this!

[SINGING] Let's all
walk around the garden,

let's take a drift
down the stream.

Let's have a stroll to
the beach, my friend,

we'll eat strawberries
and cream.

Whoa.
Purple tights!

Now that's what
I call a tragedy.

It's a comedy, actually.

"Pipster."

I was the lead.

Ever since college when I
minored in musical theater,

I've wanted to be an
actor, and now I can.

Okhram Areomole, a major
Hollywood director,

has tapped me to star in his
latest big-budget spy flick,

"0067."

You?

Indeed, me.

Who better to play a
spy than a real spy?

Uh, I don't know.

Maybe an actor?

Ooh!

Like a Rad Pitt or
that hunky Dude Shaw.

The reason spy flicks
are so unrealistic

is because actors don't
know how to portray spies.

Whoa.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying this director
knows your secret identity?

Oh, don't be so naive, Sam.

These Hollywood types
know everything.

It's called being in the know.

But you're not the
type that becomes a star.

I am.

I mean, no offense, but aren't
you a little past your prime?

Oh, I get it.



That must be
referring to his age!

Joke all you want, girls,
but the fact of the matter

is, yours truly is headed
for the silver screen.

This is crazy.

How are you going to run
a spy agency while you're

off sh**ting a movie?

I'm not.

You three are.

[gasping]

I'm turning the day-to-day
operations of WOOHP

over to you while I'm on set.

After all, you're
super spies now.

You can handle it.

No, we can't.

Not with school work and boys
and shopping and boys and--

It's only for a few weeks
while I'm in Hollywood,

until my film wraps.

Then I'll be back and in charge.

Just stick to this agenda
and you'll do fine.

Agenda?

But I'm no good with agendas!

Jerry!

Hmm.

Guess I must be early.

Jer, baby!

You made it!

Ah, Mr. Areomole.

So good to see you.

Please, call me Okhram.

Will do, Okhram.

Am I the first one here?

Perhaps I should take the
time to go over the script.

Script?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

This is cinema verite.

It's done fast and on the fly.

Oh, of course.

Verite.

How cutting edge.

So here's a little
prop I cooked up.

It's got a liquid
trampoline, rubber dissolver,

laser glass cutter,
and most importantly,

Double 067's signature weapon--

the freeze ray.

All pretend, of course.

Amazing.

It looks almost real.

Well that's the magic
of Hollywood, Jer.

Now, the evil villain
Lorenzo will soon pull

out of his estate in his car.

His plan-- to rob the museum
of the Taylor diamond,

depriving the world
of its beauty.

Fiend!

Exactamundo.

It's 0067's duty to stop
him like a real spy would.

Using his fake gadgets, that is.

This is terribly exciting.

I can't wait to get started.

Good.

Because here we go.

And action!

[squealing tires]

What are you
doing, you maniac?

Not I, tis you
who is the maniac.

Hey!

Agh!

You'll hear from my
lawyer, you freak!

Stealing isn't cool, Lorenzo.

But this is!

Cut!

Brilliant!

You're a natural, Jer.

Thank you, though I must
say, it all felt so real--

with the gadget, the
tires dissolving.

Well that's
special effects, Jer.

These guys are the cream
of the crop in their field.

Well done, indeed.

Perhaps I should
also congratulate

my fellow thespian.

Oh.

Method actor.

You know how it is.

They hate to break character
even when the scene wraps.

Oh, of course.

I dabble in method
acting myself.

Excellent.

So I'll meet you at the
next location, Jerry baby.

I'm sure your second scene will
be as brilliant as your first.

Indeed!

[evil laugh]

Restock toilet paper
in the WOOHP bathrooms?

Order lunch for all
the in-house agents?

Doesn't Jerry know the
meaning of the word delegate?

Duh.

He delegated all of WOOHP to us.

Good point.

Well there's got to be
someone we can delegate to.

We're super spies.

[groans] OK, how
are we supposed

to work with that going on?

G.L.A.D.I.S.: It's a
red alert, super spies.

Awesome!

A red alert's definitely more
important than toilet paper

restocking.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: The head of a
major Hollywood movie studio

has been reported missing.

He never arrived at work.

The last place he was seen was
in his Hollywood Hills home.

I get to save a Hollywood
movie studio mogul?

This is so my
chance to break in.

Hey!

We should give Jerry a call.

After all, he's in Hollywood.

Maybe he's seen something.

Good thinking, Alex.

If anything's going on, Jerry's
going to be all over it.

He's not one to miss a clue.

[SINGING] Mi,
mi, mi, mi, mi, mi!

My, my, my, my, my--

[phone ringing]

[SINGING] --mo, mo mo, mo--

Hello?

It's us, Jer.

We just got a red alert, and--

Look, girls, I'm in the
middle of my vocal exercises.

It takes immense concentration.

So whatever is going on,
you'll just have to handle it.

Ugh!

Talk about rude!

Maybe the stress of
celebrity is getting to him.

Either way, looks
like we'll have

to solve this one on our own.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Perhaps a
gadget or two might help.

Here are the heat sensor
motion detector sunglasses,

ultra inflatable tech
vest, and the wind tunnel



Boring much.

We're super spies now.

As in, where's the bling, Glad?

That's more like it!

We'll take three.

But we don't even
know what it does.

Who cares?

It's beautiful, and
sometimes, isn't that enough?

[sighs]

G.L.A.D.I.S.: The
cashmere is actually--

Hold that thought, Glad.
Got to jet!

Hollywood awaits.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Ladies.

Are you sure Jerry won't
mind if we borrow his jet?

We're in charge, remember?

So we might as well
enjoy the perks.

Totally.

I mean, we're
going to Hollywood.

And if we can't arrive
in limo, we have

to take the next best thing.

Even if we don't
know how to drive it!

Whoa!

I'm flying!

So, this is what
a big wig studio

mogul's house looks like.

Nice!

Everything seems normal.

To the naked eye, maybe.

Hmm.

Thought for sure the heat sensor
motion detector sunglasses

would reveal something.

Hey!

What gives?

Littering.

Which is so uncool.

Sammy, wait.

I think there's some
writing on that paper.

Bingo.

We have our first lead, girls.

Now all we need to do is
a handwriting analysis.

In this next scene, you'll
infiltrate the office of Evil

Evelyn, and take her
out with your freeze ray

before she calls her
cronies out of retirement

for one last heist.

No probs, Okhram, baby.

That's my star.

Whoa!
Oh!

Ugh!

These things are totally
ruining my manicure.

Just put them in a
file cabinet for now.

We'll alphabetize later.

Hmm.

Wrong button.

Wonder what it does?

[sirens]

[yelling]

Manicure 911 here!

Oh!

Like I said, I'm
no good with agendas.

Clover, Alex, I
have the results

of the writing analysis.

Then why do you look
like the girl at the prom

without a date?

Because it reveals that the
handwriting belongs to Jerry!

Our Jerry?

Impossible!

The program must be buggy.

Ready it again.

Aw, another red alert?

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Double red alert.

There's a crime in progress.

An alarm has been triggered
at the headquarters of

another major Hollywood studio.

Seems like someone has a
major beef with Hollywood.

They must have seen
"Mission Improbable!"

Yes, J.R., we're schmoozing
with the EP about the pre-pro

on the indy prod
rom com, but the ID

is giving us a hard time.

[laser noise]

Ah!

Freeze, Evelyn!

And I mean that literally.

Cut!

Magnifique!

You're a natural, 0067!

You're going to be
huge at the box office!

Well, It does come naturally.

Hold it right there, intruder.

Jerry?

Girls?

What's going on here?

What's going on is
we're sh**ting a movie,

and you're interrupting!

Uh, if this is a
movie, then why does

she look so seriously freaky?

Maybe the handwriting
analysis wasn't wrong after all.

Maybe Jerry is involved.

It's called
method acting, Sam.

You'll have to excuse them,
they know nothing of the craft.

Now, please leave.

Can't you see I'm busy?

We're not here
to see you, Jer.

We're here on official
WOOHP business.

Such passion.

Did anyone ever tell you girls
you should be in pictures?

Only every day.

This is too wonderful.

You three are just perfect
for the junior spy roles.

Just stand here.

And

[boing]
- Action!

[screaming]

Your stunts in this movie
are truly magnificent, Okhram!

It's got to look real, or
no one will believe it, right?

[screaming]

What are we gonna do?

[screaming]

I don't know.

But when I dreamed of
leaving my mark on Hollywood,

this so isn't what
I had in mind.

Don't worry, girls.

All you have to do
is hold on tight,

and hope we don't land
on anything pointy.

Now that's what I call
a k*ller action scene!

Yeah.

Only somehow I don't think we'll
make it into the final cut.

Totally.

I mean, there's so
obviously something

up with that Okhram character.

You mean the way
he's brainwashed Jerry?

Well that, and the way he
launched me through a window

instead of using
me in his movie.

Hello?

What kind of loser
director is he?

Come on.

I think it's time
to do some digging

into Okhram's credit list.

I knew it!

He doesn't even have credits.

This guy is not an
a-list director.

No wonder he doesn't
know talent when

it's staring him in the face.

Maybe we need to come at
it from a different angle.

Let's do a search on
WOOHP's past baddies.

Look at that!

Marco Lumiere escaped from a
WOOHP prison a few days ago!

Hey!

He's the wannabe who
couldn't break into showbiz,

so he forced everyone, including
us, to be in his lame-o movie.

Looks like he's back!

Girls, Okhram Aremeole
is Marco Lumiere!

So he changed his name and face,
but his MO is still the same.

And this time
he's using poor Jer

to do his dirty work by
tricking him into taking

out Hollywood's top execs.

We've got to get to Jer
before Lumiere decides

he doesn't need him any more.

And I know just
where to find them.

Lumiere took out the top
two studio execs so far,

so his next target will be the
third top mogul in Hollywood.

There's one for you,
and another for you.

Here you go.

For you, and another for you.

Uh, thanks.

Oh, you're so welcome.

Oh, how I love spending
time with my adoring fans.

We're losing
daylight, Jer, so we got

to get this in the can ASAP.

Now, in this next
scene, 0067 captures

the brains behind the
entire Taylor diamond heist.

Not so fast, Lumiere!

Lumiere?

Girls, Okhram is
an a-list director,

and I'll thank you not to let
your petty jealousies ruin

my stardom.
- Jerry, you don't understand.

I understand completely.

From now on, my focus
is my new career.

I'm handing WOOHP over
to you permanently.

[gasping]

Jer, this is
for your own good.

Ow!

Clover!

OK, so he had plastic surgery
to change his appearance.

It's not just for women
anymore, you know.

Get rid of them!

Yes.

Sabotaging a movie sh**t
is quite unforgivable.

Sorry, Jerry.

But there comes a
time when the student

must become the teacher.

No film?

But-- my performances.

Jer, baby.

Film's a thing of the past.

This is the newest technology.

Can it, Lumiere.

I'm onto you.

Not if I'm on to you first.

I don't think so.

Oh.

Ugh!

Sammy!

Bring it on, buddy.

To be honest, Jer, your
acting was a little stiff.

This ought to loosen you up.

No!

Not the freeze ray!

[laser noise]

[laser noise]

[yelling]

And that's a wrap!

[laughing]

OK.

This is definitely not good.

Tell me about it.

This is so going to slow
down my shopping excursions.

I think Jerry has it worse.

All of him is frozen.

I wonder why we're not?

Girls, these sweaters
must be some sort

of freeze ray protection.

Talk about a fashion coup!

Guess it's time for
a little turbo action

to melt the freeze.

Ooh, ooh, ah!

Pins and needles,
pins and needles!

Thank you.

Now it's time to give Lumiere
the performance of my life.

Jer, wait!

K. What?

It's his big scene.

He's got to look the part.

[giggling]

[yelling]

There they are!

Pardon me!

Reject me, will you?

[yelling]

Give it up, Lumiere.

You couldn't direct traffic
on a one way street.

That's about as clever
as your 0067 drivel.

But this casting
session is closed!

Didn't your mother ever tell
you it's not polite to point?

Hi-yah!

[laser noise]

If you don't mind, I'd
like to do the honors.

After all, I wasn't cast
as 0067 for nothing.

I think you can use
a little cooling off.

No!

Yay!

Yay!

Encore!

Bravo!

JERRY: Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, you're too kind.

Oh, my.

Were you girls re-organizing?

Uh, yeah.

That's it-- re-organizing.

[sighs]

I suppose now that my career
as a professional thespian

didn't work out, I
should be happy I

can return to my spy career.

Uh, check that, Jer.

WOOHP's ours now, remember?

And if you want to come back,
you'll have to work for us.

You can start by
restocking the bathroom.

AGENT: Can I please
get some toilet paper?

AGENT 2: Open up!
Open up!

AGENT 3: Take the jet off--

[interposing voices]

What are they talking about?

AGENT 3: --in the world,
people could have--

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Several agents
are filing grievances.

You'll receive mine shortly.

On second thought,
welcome back, boss.

[laughs] Amateurs.

Ah.

Hey, friends.

Today I'm going to share a
little secret for those of you

who want to become spies.

For instance,
espadrilles-- if I'm

being attacked by a
baddie in espadrilles,

I know she's the sensible type.

Pumps, I'm dealing
with a determined

yet fashion-conscious villain.

Loafers-- by the book much.

Even my shoes say
something about me.

[gasps] Like I was saying,
footwear means nothing.

[giggles] Oops!