07x03 - Totally Talented

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♪ Their mission, save the world

♪ Fight any crime and evil ambition

♪ BFFs in action

♪ Fun agents
With gadgets and passion

♪ One, two, three
Girls, hurry up, you're gonna win

♪ Totally Spies. ♪

Ugh, what's taking so long?

I want my Kaya toast already!

"Order cancelled due to
excessive tapping"?

Argh!

AUTOMATED VOICE: 'Please try again
after you learn self-control.'

Self-control?

Aaaah! I'll show you self-control!

Aaaah!

Ah! Fine! I'll make it myself.

SHE GRUNTS

BEEPING
Huh?

Stupid smart toaster.

BEEPING CONTINUES,
METALLIC CLANK

Cut it out, you!

SHE GRUNTS

GASPS

Ah!

DEEP WARBLE
Huh?

ELECTRICITY CRACKLING

Aaarghhh!

YAWNING

SNIFFS
Ugh, what reeks?

GAS HISSING
Oh, no, I think Sam's...

Voila!
...cooking.

Today, we'll be enjoying some
dough bonbons in preserved gelee.

Mm, not sure "enjoying"
is the right word there.

Ow!

They look amazing, Sammy.
Where'd you get them?

Alien autopsy? Ow!

I mean, where'd you get the recipe?

It's from Chef Flambay's
molecular cooking cookbook.

Huh?

He's a culinary genius.

More like an evil genius.

Ha! Missed me.

Ow!

I'll go get some more gelee.

Clover, we have to be sensitive
about Sam's cooking.

She takes it as personally as
she takes her science experiments.

CHUCKLING: Yes!

I think these ARE
her science experiments.

Shh! Sensitive!

Bon appetit.

Aaaah!
Wooh-aah-ah!

Mmm-hm-hm, that's really good.

Ugh.

HIGH-WITCHED WARBLE
ALL: Huh?

Whoa!

ALL SCREAM

ALL GROAN

Oh, thank you, thank you,
thank you...

for spoiling a lovely meal.

Whoa!

ELECTRONIC CHIME

Apologies, ladies, but I'm afraid
we have a major crisis on our hands.

What is it, Zer? Giant robots?

Evil aliens?
Evil golf-playing robot aliens?

It's worse -
faulty kitchen appliances.

THEY GROAN

Seems kinda minor
for a major crisis.

Yeah, are we supposed to save
the world now AND fix dishwashers?

These appliances
aren't merely malfunctioning.

They've been described as,
well, aggressive.

ELECTRONIC CHIME
Aggressive?

Ah!

NERVOUS GIGGLES
How could an oven be aggressive?

Maybe Sam cooked in it...

which made the oven angry

because it knew it would never make
anything so delicious again!

Can we just get back to the gadgets?

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

COUGHING
Did something blow up in here?

ALL: Wow.

PLAYS GUITAR SOLO

MUSIC STOPS

Oh, hey! I'm just...

I mean, I'm totally not using
WOOHP security lasers

to pretend I'm a rock star... again.

Ooh, nice lash lines.
Thanks!

Ahem.

Just a bit of gadget grease. So...

we've got
laser gadgets galore today.

Laser nail clipper,
laser parasol, and laser lipstick -

now with laser lip gloss.

Finally! You really do rock, Toby.

Yeah, you do!

You've even got a Chef Flambay
all-in-one ultra cooker!

Food, fashion and fab gizmos.
You are the all-in-one.

Ready for a hole in one, Zer?

Ah, that explains the headgear.

Time to tee-off, Dad.
You too, spies.

Totally! Where are we going first?

Tokyo? London? Rio?

GASPS
Is it New York?

DOORBELL RINGS

What are you losers doing here?

Hi, Mandy.

I can't believe we have to spy
on her.

Clover, you'll blow our cover!

Cover? What cover?

She means our cover story.
That's why we're here.

We're doing a story
for AIYA's website

on the academy's "trendsettingest"
students.

And we want you on the home page.

Landscape or portrait?

Don't even think
about touching anything.

Yeah, as if we'd even want
to touch your...

GASPS

You have a shoe cabinet?

And an indoor gym?

Wow, jealous much? Sheesh.

What? Is that a Superserver 10,000?

Oh! Give me that keyboard.
Breathe, Sammy.

Why don't we let Alex sh**t
some candids

while you and I go fix everyone
a snack?

I did always picture you two
as my maids.

LAUGHS

Don't use the toaster.
It's acting wild.

I had to subdue it with my MMMA.

Hi-ya! The first M is for Mandy.

Yeah. We'll just use plain bread.

Ugh, Mandy doesn't deserve
a Superserver.

She probably can't even program
a CPU overclock.

I don't think Mandy can program
a regular clock.

BEEPING

Well, here's our suspect.

I got this.

Why did you do it, Toasty?
Tell me the truth!

Hmm. Suspect appears to be
an inanimate object.

Look, it's not even plugged in.

I bet Mandy just made
the whole thing up.

Ooh, but at least this won't be
a total waste of time

because I'm going to make
Chef Flambay's emulsified mackerel

with spinach sauce!

Ugh...

Yum!

DEEP WARBLE
Ugh.

Hey, who moved Toasty?

BOTH GASP,
SCRAMBLED WARBLING

BOTH: Aargh!

CAMERA CLICKS

Make sure you get my good side.

Just kidding, they're all good!

CRASH
What's that?

Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.

You know,
I think you'd look even better

if we let in some natural noise.

I-I mean light.

Ah! They're extra crispy!

Oh, yeah? Well, take that!

I did not mean that literally.

Whoa!

WARBLING

All right, that's it,
time for a laser lipstick blast.

No blasting. We have to be stealthy
or Mandy will come in here.

OK, OK, I'll be stealthy.

Ugh!

Grrr!

Aaaaah!

What's going on there?

Huh?!
ALEX GASPS

Toaster terminated.

Grrr!

I mean, "Help, help!
Save us, Mandy!"

I don't suppose you'd like
some mackerel to go with that?

We'll get this fixed for you.

Get out!

Huh?

Take this criminal in
for a full interrogation, Tobes.

Uh...

OK, don't let it fool you,
this toaster is armed and dangerous.

I mean, it literally has an arm.

Er... I don't really think a toaster
has the CPU brains to go rogue.

Me neither, which means
somebody must be controlling it.

The containment cage, please.

Argh! It's got me!

Just kidding!

GUITAR SOLO
ALL: Huh?

Whoa, your arm can play guitar
by itself?

I may be testing out some
musically-themed upgrades.

Neat! Can it do
that fluffy puff hamster song?

Of course. Wanna see?

BEEPS AND WARBLES

DIGITAL DISTURBANCE

BEEPING

Ah, that hamster theme
is a national treasure.

Wait till you see it
with the light show!

Whoa, who's doing that?

ALARM BEEPS

Look out!
Whoa!

HE GASPS,
GAS HISSES

Whoa!
SAM GASPS

THEY GRUNT

OK, not a fan
of the interactive theatre here.

I don't get it.
Who's controlling the lasers?

WARBLING

Hm!

Nice try, Toasty, but we've got
some lasers of our own.

BEEPS AND WARBLES

ALL GASP
What's with these loser lasers?

Argh!

That toaster, it's hacking into
all the WOOHP devices!

Not our drones!

Argh!
OK, new plan.

Run!

ALL SQUEAL

Tobes, what about your arm?
Is it gonna go rogue too?

It can't, I took it off-line
when I did the upgrades.

LASERS FIRING,
THEY WAIL

ALEX GRUNTS

ALL SCREAM

That won't hold them for long.

If I can get to my arm,
I could try to override them.

Right.
You do that while we keep them busy.

Hey, Toasty, "crumb" at me!

WHISTLING

SHE GASPS

LASERS ZAPPING,
THEY WAIL

This way!

Argh!

Uh-oh.

ALL WAIL

Whoa!
CRASH

Clover!
CLOVER GROANS

Hey, is this a hatch?

Ah!
Yes!

Come on, spies, jump!

Ah!

ALL SCREAM

THUDDING,
GROANING

Where are we?

Whoa.

Look at these.

It's like all the old stuff

from those videos
where kids see old stuff.

Old is good.

These things have no processors,

which means they can't go evil
on us.

And I do dig the style.

Matcha bubble tea -
blended, not syruped.

I think this must be
an old WOOHP office.

"Class of 1967.

"Agent Gerald Lewis."

GASPS
Gerry?

I am so wiping my memory
the second we get out of here.

I just hope Toby got to his arm.

CRACKLING

Time to whack this hack.

Huh?

CRACKLING

Hmm. There's got to be something
around here that'll help us.

COUGHING: Ugh, gross!

Argh!
BEEPING

Not you, too!

Whoa!
THEY GASP

Oh, no! And our spy suits!

Wait, don't destroy
your compowder yet, Clover.

It might save the day after all.

What are you doing?
Packet sniffing.

SNIFFS
I can't smell anything.

CHUCKLES
It means I'm tracing the signals

the compowder's getting, to try
to figure out who's controlling it.

BEEP
Argh!

There!
Huh, that's strange.

The signal, it's coming
from a restaurant in New York.

New York?
I'm all about the Big Apple.

And if that's where the baddie's at,
let's go take a bite.

Whoever's behind this, beating them
won't be easy without our gadgets.

Maybe these can help.

Ah!
Nice one, Alex!

These analogue gizmos
are totally unhackable.

Zipwire-firing wristwatch!

Exploding pen!

GASPS

Genuine retro spring-loaded
knee-high go-go boots!

SAM GASPS
Girls, we're going vintage.

New York, here we come!
Hold on.

We can't trust
any smart devices, right?

Uh-huh.
Well, isn't our jet kind of smart?

Oh.
Good point.

So what do we do?

Aw, come on, come on,
I wanna play my game.

Hey, give it to me! Come on!
I wanna play my game!

Ugh. So not cool.

THEY GRUNT

BEEP

ALL: Ya!

GRUNTING

Hmm. According to my readings, the
signal that controlled our gadgets

is coming from behind
this reinforced window.

Ah!

Don't sweat it, Sammy.

These boots were made for smashing.

Nice of you to drop by.
SAM GASPS

Chef Flambay?!

Called it.
This is such an honour!

Not so fast.

Hey, wait a second.

How did you know we were coming?

I had a feeling you wouldn't let
your friend here dine alone.

TOGETHER: Toby!
Are you OK?

Peachy [!]

What are you playing at, Flambay?

Alex, you're supposed
to call him Chef.

But... what are you playing at?

A little game called vengeance.

The Chef Flambay
all-in-one ultra cooker,

it was supposed to be the
best-selling kitchen gadget

of all time, but then...

Now all you need to do
is toss the ingredients

into the Flambay ultra cooker,
press this button, and...

WHIRRING

expl*si*n

LAUGHTER

So I found a programmer
who'd work for food,

and we created a virus
to put my rage

into every kitchen appliance
in the world!

Not so funny now, am I?

EVIL LAUGH

I'm sorry, Chef, but...

Holy mackerel,
is that your mackerel?

Why, yes. Would you like some?

Sam, he's, like, evil.

Also, that fish smells
like Alex's gym socks. Ugh.

Ah, the unsophisticated palate -
a true chef has no greater foe.

I'm afraid we have to take you in.

Oh, really?

Well, then, I'm afraid I'm going
to have to take you out!

Or more specifically, THEY will.

Now, if you'll pardon me,
I have to prepare tomorrow's menu.

So long, spies!

Whoa!

Alex, you get Toby.

Clover and I are going to take
these appliances out of commission.

You got it!

Can you believe that guy called
my palate unsophisticated?

Well...
What?

It's just...

...you don't really like
to try new things.

Yeah, when they're weird and scary.

ALEX STRAINS

You could at least taste them first.

All right, fine.

Ah!

GRUNTS

You know what?

WARBLING

Here, I'll try whatever this is.

Oh.

Hey, that's actually pretty good.
See?

Look out, it's Mandy's toaster!

Is something I never thought
I'd say in a fight.

THEY SCREAM

Let go of my friend!

Alex, ice-maker!

Oh!
Whoa!

ICE-MAKER FIRING

STRAINS
This thing is super strong!

It's payback time.

Are you telling me you can turn
your arm into a disco ball?

Ya!

Yes!

I knew those musical upgrades
would come in handy.

Wow, this really is good!

Huh! Think I got an idea.

Oops, sorry!

I know you're not supposed
to throw food away.

I think we can make an exception.

Whoa!

Hey, Toasty, toast this!

WHIRRING

Exploding pen, what a classic.

Hey, Flambay's getting away!

BUBBLING

Put up your oven mitts, Chef.
You're coming with us.

Never!

Hya!

Ah!
Whoa!

Boy, the critics
must really love this place.

Oh, trouble brewing at six o'clock.

RUMBLING

SCREAMING

Show them no mercy, my minions.

Huh? Actually, wait, stop!

Argh, jinxed by my own gelee!

Time for some take-out.

Hang on, everyone!
Argh!

ALL: Whoa!

Well, you can't beat that view.

Is this a good time to ask
about your souffle recipe?

HE SOBS

I'll wait.

FUNKY MUSIC PLAYS,
TOASTER WHIRRING

LAUGHTER

Did I say you could have
a vintage-themed party down here?

Er...

Because you absolutely can!

Party on, spies. That's an order.

Oh, yeah!
Woohoo!

Let's hope you dance better
than you play golf, Dad.

Hm!

Nice job reprogramming
the appliances, Tobes.

Ah, that's nothing.

Check this out!

GUITAR SOLO

Woohoo!

So, what happened to Chef Flambay?

Let's just say the food
in our space jail cafeteria

has got a lot better lately.

Speaking of food...

Argh, what is it this time?
Custard with tuna?

Sausages in banana sauce?

LAUGHS
Just kidding.

I'm gonna try it,
no matter how gross it looks.

It's a Singapore salad.

Sammy, that looks amazing!

Made with a little more love
and a little less molecular cooking.

It's a vintage recipe.

Whoa! Seriously, is there any way
in which vintage does not rule?

LAUGHTER