05x22 - So Totally Not Groove-Y

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[theme music]

[expl*si*n]

[grunting]

Whoa!

Hey!

Must be a very big fish.

Wah!

[roar]

[scream]

[shout]

Comfortable footwear-- check.

Energy-sustaining power snacks--

Check.

Cash, checks, and
high limit credit cards?

Check, check, and check.

Then let's blow
this penthouse ASAP.

Hey.

[laugh]

What?

Ow!

[scream]

I knew I shouldn't
have gone in for that

last second lipstick check.

Getting WOOHPed is
hardly your fault, Clover.

When Jerry wants to summon
us, there is no stopping him.

Whoa!

[scream]

[gasp]

[splash]

[gasp]

[scream]

[thud]

[groan]

See what I mean?

OK, Jere, this better be good.

Yeah, on account of we got
way more important things to do

today than save the world.

[laughing]

Relax, ladies, I didn't
bring you here for a mission.

[chuckle]

I brought you here
to give you these.

Coupons?

You brought us here
to give us coupons?

WOOPHons, actually,
guaranteed to provide

all sorts of discounts on your
upcoming shopping adventure.

Thanks, Jere.

One more thing I
forgot to mention--

the WOOHPons are solely
redeemable at The Groove.

Then let's bolt and
go get our WOOHPon on.

Allow me.

[scream]

Ugh!

Why does Jere always have to go
with the way harsh ejections?

Doesn't he know
one of the things

I'm shopping for is guys?

Apparently, he doesn't
know you as well as we do.

Yeah, or he'd realize you're
always in the market for love.

Are you ladies OK?

We are now.

In that case, welcome to
the Ocean Palisades, a model

community unlike anywhere else.

I'm Todd.

May I have this dance?

[squeal]

Oh!

[grumble]

Oh.

Hi, there.

I'm Clover.

What's your major?

The name's Blaine,
captain of the Malibu

beach volleyball team.

Whee!

So, Blaine, what do you
like to do for fun when

you're not hitting the sand?

Coach says if I spend half
as much time practicing as I do

on shoe shopping,
hanging at coffee cafes,

and watching romantic comedies,
I'd probably go pro some day.

[squeal]

Hm, I should really
get back to practice,

but would it be OK if I,
you know, got your number?

[gasp]

[whoosh]

Wha--

Call me.

[beep]

[gasp]

Hola, Juan.
You what?

He said "te quiero."

He loves me.

[whimper]

Huh?

Hey, Clover, you
wanna hang out?

Sure.

Great.

My band's having
its first practice.

Say, you wouldn't mind carrying
some speakers, would you?

Oh, nuts.

I just remembered--
I have a mani booked.

Later, Todd.

The name of your
perfect match is--

no one.

Hm?

[whine]

[scream]

[laughing]

What can I say?

I have an eye for
quality merchandise.

I wonder if there was a toxic
chemical spill or something?

Who cares?

With such easy access
to our fav boutiques,

I'm not about to look a
gift horse in the mouth.

Good point.

Come on, girls, let's try to
outdo some of our past shopping

performances.

[shutter clicking]

[gasp]

What is it?

A new flavor of fat-free froyo?

No.

It's Yves Mont Blanc.

Come on, let's go.

Hurry!

[squeal]

[laugh]

Ah!

[laughing]

Oh!

Aren't we so lucky to be living
in a city that's on the cutting

edge of fashion trends?

I love that hoodie.

And that belly shirt
is the cutest ever.

And could those
cargos be any cooler?

Time to try them on.

[laughing]

A new shopping opportunity.

OK, eww.

Ugh.

Oh!

Sammy, look.

What is it?

Is it Santa?

Be careful, don't hit him.

CLOVER: Oh, girl, it's
better than Santa.

It's Yves Mont Blanc boots.

SAM: You can't be serious.

They're on someone else's feet.

[gasp]

National security, miss.

I have to commandeer your
boots for official business.

Your country thanks you.

I want to start at my most
beloved hair gel kiosk.

One tube of Blocks of
Steel, s'il vous plait.

I see that you have a coupon.

There will be no
charge for this.

Thanks, but how did
you know I had a coupon?

Do you have, like, X-ray
vision or something?

[laugh]

Of course not.

It was just a lucky guess--

a lucky guess.

Ugh.

OK, creepo, whatever.

ALEX: No way!

It's so cute!

[sigh]

[growling]

Hiya!

[whine]

[splash]

Nice job, Alex.

I knew all those years of
balance beam would pay off.

[barking]

[sizzling]

[barking]

Um, I'm not sure if that's
such a good idea, Alex.

Yeow!

[zap]

Alex!

Are you OK?

On second thought,
a sea monkey

might be a better pet choice.

Maybe the puppy's woolly
coat created some kind

of static electricity?

Whatever just happened,
Fido should totally

come with a warning label.

Aw, come on, Al,
what do you say we get

you a banana guava smoothie?

They're medically
proven to sooth shocks.

Sounds good to me.

[growl]

Three large BGSes, please.

Whoa.

[laugh]

[sip]

Ugh!
[crash]

Yuck!

What's wrong, Sammy?

No wonder these
things are free?

They taste like floor polish.

Hm?

[scrubbing]

Whoa.

I wonder if he does dorms.

I don't know, but
one thing's for sure--

this way weird scene at
The Groove is majorly

quashing my shopping buzz.

Mine too.

Let's walk over to Rodeo
and hit the boutiques there.

[zap]

Ouch!

[groan]

OK, that's my
third wipeout today.

What gives?

It's like some kind
of invisible force

field, the evil, zappy kind.

OK, we've been trapped in
some pretty strange places

before, but never in
a shopping center.

[creaking]

Get me out of here!

What can we do?

Don't worry, we're
get you out of here.

It's working.

[expl*si*n]

[shout]

Jump!

Look out!

Oh.

How dare you turn a cute
sea creature against us.

Let us out, now!

It's time for the
star of the show,

the ultimate mime weapon--

Oh!

The invisible box!

I vote we go up.

ALL: Bungee time!

[crash]

[grunt]

So what are we gonna do?

What we always do
in tense situations--

call Jere and ask him
what the heck's going on.

[beep]

Just our luck.

The force field isn't
allowing any outgoing calls.

[roar]

Hm?

Please tell me that was my
smoothie-deprived stomach.

Nope, not your stomach.

[scream]

[growling]

[screaming]

[grunting]

Whoa!

Hey!

[clang]

Ow!

I don't know what it is, but of
all the baddies in the world,

I hate fighting robots the most.

Hiya!

[grunting]

Huh?

Whoa!

Uh, OK, mega freaky.

[grunt]

[thud]

Uh--

[buzz]
[expl*si*n]

Ow!

[expl*si*n]

[grunting]

[splash]

ALL: Hiya!

OK, enough with the lethal
cleaning products, pal.

Ha!

[crash]

Nice job, Clover.

Unfortunately, they're not
totally down for the count.

Quick, this way.

[clattering]

That ought to hold
them back for a while.

[banging]

But they're gonna get
in here sooner than later,

and we have to be
ready for them.

How ready can we be
without any of our gadgets?

Well, we're pretty good at
improvising, don't you think?

Oh, this will be perfect
for breaking and entering.

Who needs an expandable
cable bungee belt

when you've got a garden hose?

Low-rent snowshoeing, anyone?

These are bound to
come in handy somehow.

And of course,
what spy would be

complete without
her sassy outfit?

BOTH: Awesome!

[grunt]

I'm not gonna just--

[screaming]

[groan]

I don't even know you!

What is your problem?

[laugh]

[gasp]

[gag]

Oh, no!

That was shrimp!

How could you do that to me?

I'm allergic to shellfish!

Leave me alone!

[clink]

Whoa!

Whoa!

[thud]

Don't make me hurt you.

[laugh]

How pathetic.

[grunt]

Ah!

How did you do that?

I have no clue.

Hm.

Let's go!

[dripping]

[shout]

[expl*si*n]

[giggle]

[roar]

[boing]

[crash]

Game, set, and match!

Not bad for a bunch
of budget bin gadgets.

Yeah, looks like
these baddies are

officially out of commission.

[whir]

Not again.

What's it take to keep
these androids down?

I'll let you know
when I figure it out--

from the other side of town.

[scream]

What's the use of hiding?

They'll just find us again.

We need to escape.

If we can make
it to the elevator

and get down to the
parking structure,

we might be able to
drive under the shield.

It's worth a shot.

But there's no way we can outrun
those things to the elevator.

[roar]

But we might be
able to outsmart them.

Follow me.

Good thinking, Alex.

There's the elevator.

Now's our chance.

Come on.

[growling]

Uh-oh, we've got company.

[ding]

Whoa!

Come on, you dumb door--

shut!

[ding]
[groan]

Nice!

We made it.

[growl]

Wait a second, I don't
think we're moving.

[shout]

We're moving all right, but
it's in the wrong direction.

[shout]

[expl*si*n]

Um, I don't think
it's gonna let

us out of here without a fight.

[barking]

[roar]

Oh, but it's so big.

So?

We've taken down bigger, badder
baddies than this before.

Um--

Whoa!

[clang]

Whoa!

[scream]

[crash]

[gasp]

[groaning]

[growl]

[shouting]

[crashing]

[bell dinging]

[shout]

[crash]

Annoying, airheaded--

Watch out, Clover!

Yeah!

Don't crush our house!

[shout]

[crash]

[expl*si*n]

[screaming]

[thud]

[gasp]

[scream]

Quick.

We've gotta deactivate
the central processor.

If you mean that flashing
thingy, then I'm all over it.

Ha!

[gasp]

Whoa!

[scream]

[grunt]

[rip]

[scream]

Bye, bye, robo baby.

[screaming]

[crash]

I say bring it on!

ALL: Yeah!

[roar]

Whoa!

[screaming]

Yeah, but none
of those baddies

ever made me feel this pukey.

[screaming]

Hm, what do I have to lose?

It was free anyway.

[screaming]

Zowwie!

Hey, my Locks of Steel worked.

I told you guys
this stuff rocks.

[gasp]

OK, spies, we need to
get to that LOS kiosk

and grab as much
hair gel as we can.

I can't believe we
didn't think of it earlier.

It's not like it's
the first time beauty

products saved our butts.

Let's see if you
look pretty in pink.

[whirring]

Whoa!

[thud]

Now that's what I
call a nail slick.

[barking]

Not again.

[groaning]

I think I know how
to block him out.

Quick, stuff it in your ears.

Mm.

Hiya!

You know, when I
used to wear makeup,

I was pretty good with these.

Ha!

Hiya!

[grunting]

[whack]

[click]

[click]

Whoa!

Time for a facial.

[gasp]

[shout]

[groan]

Let's get him.

Fire at will, ladies.

[growling]

Now that's some
seriously firm hold.

[groaning]

OK, I'd say we've done enough
damage around here for one day.

Yeah, I never
thought I'd say this,

but I need some serious
downtime from The Groove.

I don't blame you, spies.

You did a splendid
job here indeed.

Conveniently late once again.

We could've used your help,
like, two hours ago, Jere.

Actually, my t*rd
is no accident.

You see, I set up
this little test.

Test?

An elaborate training exercise
using WOOHP robots designed

from blueprints of the
baddies in your upcoming

real assignment-- taking on the
Toyetic Technobots of Tokyo.

You mean you ruined
our shopping day

and put us in danger on purpose?

Precisely.

But look on the bright side--

you've just earned a
free trip to Japan.

[gasp]

[nervous laugh]

[scream]

GIRLS: Jerry!

Posh, much.

I mean, hello, this place
makes The Groove look

like yesterday's shopping news.

I sure hope they
take WOOHPons.

[gasp]

[screaming]

I'm guessing that's
the Toyetic Technobot

Jere was talking about.

Thankfully, we know
how to defeat it.

Locks of Steel, do your thing!

Hurray!

Now, who's up for a primo
shopping sesh, Tokyo style?

BOTH: Me!

[cheering]

[theme music]