02x25 - Fashion Faux Pas

[bunniefuu]

[music playing]

[theme - moonbaby, "here we go"]

THEME SONG: Here we go again.

We're on the road til we
stop, and then we'll shop.

So one, two, three, now
baby, here we go, go, go.

Here we go.

Here we go.

On a mission undercover,
and we're in control.

Here we go.

Here we go.

We're totally spies.

Get on with the show.

Here we go, here
we go, here we go.

No, no, no.

Every dress you have went
out of style weeks ago.

I want something new.

Hm.

Well, I do have one
more dress in stock,

though I'm not supposed
to sell it until tomorrow.

Oh.

The designer is
Mystique, someone

so fashionable that his
or her true identity has

been kept completely secret.

Mm, mysterious.

Oh, I'll take it.

[screams]

Tomorrow on Fashion Network,
Mystique's true identity

will finally be revealed
during a gala fashion event.

Oh, it's so exciting.

Who do you Think it is?

I bet it's Calvin.

Or Tommy, or Georgio?

There's only one way to
find out for sure, ladies.

Just ask Tyresius, your
personal psychic pal.

Hi, there, I'm Clover.

And I'm Alex.

And I'm Sam,
and you're a fake.

Oh, I see we
have a nonbeliever.

Everybody knows
psychics aren't real,

especially not mall psychics.

Now, how can you
say that unless you've

tried it for yourself.

Come on, the first
reading's free.

Change is coming soon.

You will increase in wealth,
meet a tall, dark stranger,

then take an unexpected trip.

Whatever.

Come on, girls.

Bye, Tyresius.

So do you want
to go to the dance?

Can you believe that
guy, like anyone can

actually predict the future.

Hey, Each I'm rich.

Ow.

Pardon me, pretty lady.

Oh.

Wow, Check out Mr.
tall, dark, and--

Stranger.

[screams]

That was incredible.

Really?

Made me kind of sick.

No, not that.

Tyresius was right.

Everything he said came true.

I increased in wealth, bumped
into a tall, dark stranger,

and took an unexpected
trip to WOOHP.

And now that you're here,
I have troubling news.

Helga Von Guggen has
escaped from prison.

The crazy fashion
designer who tried

to turn people into fur coats?

The one and only.

Ew, I hate her.

I'm sure you do.

It's imperative that we capture
her as soon as possible.

Yeah, I doubt she
busted out of prison just

to get some fresh air.

She must be planning
something new.

And I need you three
to find out what.

Ew.

It's here oogly googly
little sidekick, Trode.

And it looks like
he's gotten ooglier.

Let's move on to
the gadgets, shall we?

Today we have the crime scene
scanner watch, laser lipsticks,

the hair pick lock pick,
and as speed is vital--

Oh.

[gasps]

Whoa.

Cool.

--you'll be traveling
on Super Cycles.

- Yeah.
- All right.

Let's roll.

Ow.

Oops.

Do keep in mind
they're voice activated.

You've got more
of those, right?

[screams]

Helga the janitor was last
seen entering this restaurant.

Hey, I think I
found her disguise.

She changed into here?

Nast.

Yeah, and since I really
don't want to touch anything,

it's time for a scan.

Find anything that
will lead us to Helga?

No, but there's enough
bacteria to guarantee I'm

ever eating at this restaurant.

Looks like we're
going to have to do

this the old fashioned way.

Or maybe there's something
else in our future.

Psychic Pal Hotline, if
it's answers you're seeking,

it's predictions I'm speaking.

Tyresius?

It's Sam.

Everything you said
totally came true.

It did?

I mean, of course it did.

Well, now I've got a
little mystery on my hands,

and I wonder if you could--

Silence.

The answers you seek lie within.

The answers I seek lie within.

Lie within?

Oh.

OK, shouldn't we be
relying on our spy skills

instead of Sam's psychic pal?

Answers lie within?

A hidden pocket.

A clue.

Industrial warehouses,


That must be where Helga went.

Tyresius, you're incredible.

So is this Helga's hideout?

That's what we're
here to find out.

Sam, are you coming?

I'm going to get
married in Florence?

That is so romantic.

Sam.

Oh, hold on Tyresius.

In a minute.

So tell me about my hubby.

Will he be a
sensitive intellectual

who reads Shakespeare and
cares about the environment?

I'm so wishing her psychic
pal didn't have a hotline.

We're in.

Me, president?

Get out.

She'll call you later.

If this is Helga's
hideout, this computer should

tell us what she's up to.

No way.

What?

Did you uncover Helga's
diabolical plan?

Uh-uh, because this isn't
Helga's computer, and it's not

her hideout either.

This is the storage facility
for the Beverly Hills Mall.

It's where they keep
all the new items--

Before they arrive in stores.

All the cutest clothes.

All the hottest designers.

It's like we've died
and gone to Paris.

Sorry we got
cut off, Tyresius.

So what's the latest?

You will, uh, find something
everyone wants and then get

really tight with your friends.

Oh, come on.

We'll be the first ones
to try them on ever.

No way.

It's Mystique, clothes,
accessories, the entire line.

Oh, right again, Tyresius.

I'll call you soon.

Got to go get tight
with my friends.

Wow.

I just love my job.

Oh, did you say
something, darling?

I am so fashionable, I
could not even here you.

Is it me, or is this
boa a little clingy?

Come on.

My feet aren't that big.

OK, this is more tight
than I want to get.

If we're stuck
in these clothes,

how are we going to
find out Helga's plan?

It's Trode.

The last shipment
is in position.

Excellent.

Return to base.

If Trode is delivering
Mystique close, then--

The mystery designer
Mystique is none

other than Helga Von Gauguin.

And instead of
uncovering her evil plan,

I think we're wearing it.

Lousy drivers.

Watch the road.

We don't want Trode to see us
until he's led us to Helga.

And if I'm saying something,
you know your driving's bad.

Yeah, easy for you to say.

OK, I can barely
see, and we're

not even going super fast.

Well, whoopee.

Looks like I've got
some spies to smoosh.

Stop.

stop.

Do you think he saw us?

Go, go.

I can't see.

Me neither.

Do you trust me?

No.

Well, you're going to have to.

Left.

Right.

Right.

Left.

Left.

Alex.

I'm sorry.

[shouting]

Stop.

Quick, run.

[laughing]

Just like old times, eh?

Oh, this hat's giving
me a major migraine.

At least you can breathe.

I know these
clothes just came out,

but I'm already sick of them.

Everybody's a critic.

But what do you know?

You're nobodies.

I'm the Queen of
a fashion empire.

Reality check, Von Guggenwear
went out of style in '94.

And my empire crumbled.

My fickle, fad-following fans
cast me aside like a pair

of '80s shoulder pads.

And now, the fashion
world that betrayed me

shall at last suffer my revenge.

Getting everybody stuck
in uncomfortable pantsuits,

that's your revenge?

That is only phase one.

The mystique line was just
released this morning.

It's already flying off
the racks in Beverly Hills.

And I believe you've
learned the hard way that

my clothes cannot be removed.

Soon, everybody
who's anybody will

be trapped in my creations.

And as I reveal my identity
on the fashion network,

I will activate phase two.

Ew, you're launching a
line of tacky jewelry too?

Actually, I had something
a bit more lethal in mind.

With a push of a button,
every last piece of mystique

will tighten until the person
inside is tragically hip.

And I thought
denim was binding.

You poor girls must
be crushed, literally.

And you soon will be along with
everyone else wearing Mystique.

Well, kisses.

I'm off to my coming out party.

Enjoy the show.

If I never get out of
these clothes, so help me,

I'm buying a muumuu.

Hello.

This is Jan Livers with
the Fashion Network,

and I am so excited.

And we are just minutes
away from finding out

the answer to the question
on everybody's mind.

Who is Mystique.

Even I don't know,
and I work here.

But I love these gloves.

I can't take them off.

No, seriously, has
anyone else noticed this?

If we don't get
out of here soon,

there's going to be a
serious fashion disaster.

Tell that to him.

You ain't getting
away this time, girls.

I got the hair pick, Sam.

I think I can unlock your hands.

Wait, if Trode sees
you, he's trip the alarm.

We need a diversion.

Excuse me, but could
I get a different hat?

See, fashion-wise,
this hat is a summer.

And complexion-wise,
I'm like a late fall.

And you're about to
be a dead of winter.

So shut up, or you'll be
wearing this hat in your mouth.

Clover, now.

You will pay for that.

Hey, get that off of me.

Looks like Trode's tied up.

Come on.

Maybe we can slip out quietly.

[alarm ringing]

Stop them.

Help.

Go.

And now, the moment
we've all been waiting for.

Let's see who
Mystique really is.

Oh, Mystique, are you there?

[gasps]

Guess who?

[interposing voices]

Oh, Helga Von Gaugin.

You're crazy.

I swore I'd never wear
your designs again

after that fur coat thing.

Quick, everybody,
take off your clothes.

I think you'll find
that's quite impossible.

And now that you're all
wearing my designs again,

you can wear them to the grave.

No.

Fashion Police, and
you're under arrest.

Destroy them.

Oh, oh, a fight.

Our ratings again are huge.

[grunt]

Welcome to my world.

I know they're evil
and they really hurt,

but these shoes
are growing on me.

Here's a prediction for you.

Take that and a side of fries.

Helga.

Revenge never
goes out of style.

No.

[screams]

It's very slimming, actually.

Herbal tea?

Help.

Steam, it gets our wrinkles.

Oh.

And since Helga's evil clothes
are basically super wrinkly--

All we have to do is
blow off some steam.

Yeah.

Cool.

Oh, I'm saved.

Thank goodness, I--
ruined, my hair is ruined.

Go to commercial!

Go to commercial!

[static crackling]

[siren wailing]

These guys are going
to be all the rage.

In jail.

And after you negotiate
the treaty for world peace,

you'll win the gold medal
in Olympic figure skating.

Really?
and then what?

Oh, sorry, Sam.

My psychic powers
are all tapped out.

See you in the future.

Oh, I can't wait
to find out more.

My life is going to be amazing.

Are you sure
Tyresius is for real?

Just because he made
a few lucky guesses

doesn't make him a psychic.

How could you say a thing?

Tyresius is--

--also working
at Balloon World.

Tyresius is really Tony?

And Tony is
really a big faker.

Oh, wait, wait.

I'm getting a prediction.

Sam's psychic pal is going
to lose his best customer.

[laughing]

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