04x13 - Evil Bouquets Are So Passe

[bunniefuu]

[compowder beeping]

[theme music]

[doorbell ringing]

Who could that
be at this hour?

Hello?

Hm.

For me?

[coughing]

[school bell ringing]

I wonder what the
mystery meat is today.

Ugh.

Let's just say it's one
mystery I don't want to solve.

Hello, hottie alert!

Ah!

Wait a sec, I think
I know this hottie.

Fernando?

Hi, Clover.

And you must be Alex.

He knows my name!

Alex, this is Fernando.

We dated, like, a
gazillion years ago.

Two, to be exact.

Then my family moved
to South America.

And now you're back in the BH?

Back to stay.

See you two around.

Isn't he, like, the coolest?

Yeah, but won't it be kind of
weird seeing your ex every day

at school?

Eh, no way.

With my busy social calendar, I
run into multiple exes all day

long.

"History of Brazil,"
"The People of Brazil"--

ugh, where is that book?

Can I be of assistance?

Um-- I just can't find
this book for my extra credit

project, "All About Brazil."

Hm.

A fine book, but here is one
that will be much more helpful.

"All About Brazil and More."

It's perfect.

My dream is to, like,
spend a whole summer

in the Andes
Mountains, just soaking

up the culture and everything.

Ah, yes.

I spend many summers hiking
in the majestic Andes.

Hey, um, maybe since you know
so much about South America--

I'd love to help you
with your school project.

Then it's a date!

Uh, a study date.

Hottie alert!

Wow, two in one day.

OK, spill.

I want all the deets, Sam.

He is so smart
and well-traveled.

And he's totally tall, with jet
black hair, and a k*ller smile.

What a coincidence!

He sounds just like Clover's
ex, who just started here.

Wait, Fernando is your ex?

Wow!

Oh, don't worry, Sam, because
Clover's, like, so over him.

Right, Clover?

[grumbling]

You stay away from him!

He's my ex-boyfriend!

He just offered to help me
with my extra credit project.

He asked you out!

We'll only be studying.

Yeah, each other.

[screaming]

I can study with
anyone I want!

Perfect!

Then study with anyone.

Just not him!

[screaming]

[thud]

Well, Fernando's anyone, too.

Yeah?

My anyone.

Boy trouble again?

Why, I remember,
as a young lad, two

bony lasses fighting over me.

Uh, Jerry?

Don't you have, like, a
mission for us or something?

Ah, yes.

This one presents quite
a challenge, super spies.

Men all over the country are
falling into deep trances.

Maybe a bug going around?

I detect an evil
scheme, and I want

you to find out what it is.

But not without your gadgets--

the Wind Tunnel 9000 Laser
Tornado Blast Hair Dryer

for Alex, the Net Throwing
Extendable Rod Mascara for Sam,

and for all, the brand
new Poofy Pendants.

In an emergency, they become
highly-effective gas masks.

It really is fluffy.

Also at your
disposal, WOOHP's brand

new stealthy Jet-set Skis--

quick as a cheetah and just as
silent, enabling you to sneak--

[phone ringing]

Sammy speaking.

Fernando!

Saturday at 1:00?

It's a date-- a study date.

Uh!

A study date, on Saturday?

Just because you don't study
on Saturday, or any other day--

[screaming]

[girl sobbing]

So it kind of sounds
like some flower delivery

guy knocked out Mr. Bentley.

I don't care about
the delivery guy.

Find out who sent the flowers.

Someone's moving
in on my boyfriend.

It's not any of you, is it?

No way.

What kind of horrible girl
would do something like that?

[laughing nervously]

[sobbing]

Wow, these flowers
are way exotic.

But what are they?

Wait!

It says species unknown.

They're not even in
the WOOHP database.

Quick!

The fluffy pendants!

Sorry, but I'm just so--

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

Oh no!

Wait!

Hey, it wasn't a delivery guy
who zombified Mr. Bentley.

It was the flowers.

So the flowers are
moving in on her boyfriend?

Zombify all you want.

You're coming with us.

[screeching]

[splat]

That's like, not normal, right?

Let's get it!

Hey!

We're just trying to--

water you.

Yeah.

Isn't all this running
making you thirsty?

Evil bouquet in
the corner pocket!

Oh!

[screeching]

Whoa!

[squeals]

Come on, we're
just going to take

a nice little trip to the
lab, where they'll pluck

out your petals one by one.

Hey!

Alex, hold your breath!

Gotcha!

Nothing but net.

Jer, we've got two zonked out
people and some totally nasty

flowers, ready for pickup.

Clover, your
purchases per hour ratio

hasn't been this low since
the Great Shopping Bag

Shortage of last summer.

Oh, well, I'm just
worried about how

that poor lady's going to
cope without her boyfriend.

Or is it how you're going
to cope without Fernando?

No way.

Just because he's
on a study date

with Sam doesn't mean that--

Huh?

[grumbling]

Clover, hi.

Some study date.

Looks like a date date to me.

No!

See?

I've even brought my books.

We were just studying, um--

South American hotties?

That much I know.

Perhaps we have
studied enough for today.

We shall continue tomorrow
at lunch, Huggie Wuggie.

Oh, how cute.

He calls you Huggie Wuggie.

That's what he
used to call me.

[compowder beeping]

Greetings, super spies.

The flower specimen you sent in
is an unknown hybrid of three

poisonous tropical flowers--

the Narcissus comatosis,
the Noxious rosium, and

the Arcacium make-me-gaggis.

P-U!

Who would make a
flower like that?

And where?

Most tropical flowers can only
grow in one part of the world.

So if we find out where
they can all grow together--

Now, the areas where
each flower grows--

[beeping]

They overlap in
only one tiny area.

SAM: That's our island.

There it is!

It looks like a totally
awesome tropical island.

Yeah, except for the
poison gas-spewing flowers.

Hey!

We're jet skiing here!

Hello?

[screaming]

Let's show them how
to really make a splash.

Uh!

Sorry to crash your party.

Where'd they all go?

Follow me.

[crash]

They've got to stop
meeting like that.

Are you sure we have
the right island?

I don't see any stink
b*mb flowers here.

Maybe we made a
wrong turn at Hawaii.

[gasps]

Wow.

Those must be the
three types of flowers

they use for the hybrid.

Looks like they're
planning to knock

out a whole lot more guys.

Oh.
[sniffs]

[coughs]

I think I found
the make-me-gaggis.

Maybe the answer's in there.

Looks like the whole
rustic thing outside

is just camouflage.

Wait.

You're using the Net Throwing
Extendable Rod Mascara?

No, this is my
regular mascara.

[splat]

Ah!

I think we found the
brains of the operation.

Then that must be the heart.

Wait.

I need yours, too.

You want both our ex-powders?

No, this is my
regular compact.

I can accessorize, too.

Hm.

Hasn't this laser
reflecting thing

kind of not worked before?

The trick is to use
more than one mirror.

[lasers sh**ting]

Makeup-- it'll
never let you down.

What's with all
those red dots?

[typing]

Look.

It's a some kind of list.

Hey!

There's Mr. Bentley.

It's the list of all
the guys who've been

zombified by those flowers.

[footsteps]

Ah-choo!

Hm.

[coughing]

Attack!

ALL: Hey!

Oh.

Do we have visitors?

Call the ferns off,
lady, and let us go!

Leaving so soon?

I wouldn't hear of it.

Allow me to introduce myself--

Violet Vanderfleet, botanist
of the 21st century.

Oh, we know.

You want to destroy civilization
with your stink b*mb

flowers because of the
rainforest and all.

Then you can sit in your
super high-tech greenhouse

and rule the world.
Right?

Wrong.

Good guess though.

I don't want to destroy all
of civilization, just half--

the male half!

Fernando!

Five years ago,
I was madly in love

with a wonderful man, who
dumped me for another!

Do you know what
that feels like?

I have an idea.

I swore I would get
even with him one day.

And now, I have, with
the Viola Vanderfleetus.

You did all this
because of one man?

What about all the other
guys you've zombified?

Well, they all dumped me, too.

Wow, lady.

Looks like you need
a few dating tips.

But it's not just me.

There are a lot of angry,
hurt women out there,

and we all want revenge.

You tell it, sister!

I mean, you'll never
get away with it.

Oh?

Watch me.

I start with three
beautiful, venomous flowers,

inject a little plant food.

Ha!

[laser sh**ting]

And voila!

The Viola Vanderfleetus.

And it can also sh**t stinging
thorns, swallow a man's head,

and sh**t acid
from 10 feet away.

It can even deliver itself.

With a DNA sample, it can
track anybody, anywhere.

That's not fair.

What if you get an innocent guy?

Oh, there are
no innocent guys.

If a man hasn't dumped a
woman yet, oh, he will.

So I'm going to get them all.

And you can be an important
part of my grand strategy.

You know you want to.

Never!

Fine.

Never.

Take them to the botany lab.

Perhaps they can participate
in our latest experiment.

[laughing]

Faster, faster.

We can't keep our
ex-boyfriends waiting!

[laughing]

Oh, I don't like
being a guinea pig.

It's so beautiful.

[screaming]

Not!

I can't reach
my fluffy pendant.

Ow!

Whatever happened to flowers
being, like, all nice?

Ah!

Wind Tunnel 9000 Laser Tornado
Blast Hair Dryer to the rescue!

Ha!

[screaming]

Let's go, super spies.

[laughing]

Violet's getting away!

She's only got a plane.

We've got jets.

Something's keeping us down.

No!

Hey, this could be
a new extreme sport.

Whoa!

Uh!

I don't think so!

[screaming]

Yes.

Good bye, spies.

ALL: Whoa!

[screaming]

[thud]

Uh!

Nice stink b*mb flowers.

SAM: Fluffy pendants, on!

[coughing]

[yelling]

Hiya!

The service on
this flight stinks.

Ow!

[screaming]

These flowers would make great
gadgets on our next mission.

Yeah?

Well, this one's not over yet.

ALL: Huh?

[fighting noises]

Playtime's over, little spies.

[laughing]

[panting]

This feels more like work.

Ah!

I'm your creator!

Get off me!

Attack them!

What's going on?

It's the flower
she just created.

It must have her DNA.

VIOLET: No!

[gasping]

Ew!

If it wasn't for
WOOHP's new antidote,

Miss Vanderfleet would
be under the spell

of her very own creation
for a long, long time.

Now, she can spend that time
in a nice, cozy prison cell.

Hey, what's with
all the lawnmowers?

JERRY: Time to mow
down Miss Vanderfleet's

latest crop of mischief.

Would you girls care to help?
- Yard work?

Sorry, not in the
job description.

Toodles!

Staying in tonight?

I thought you had
another study date.

Clover, our friendship
is way too important to let

some silly guy come between us.

Fernando is off the speed dial.

Oh, Sam!

You sacrificed for me?

Wow, look who's got it going on.

Oh, this is nothing.

Just got a study date.

[doorbell ringing]

Well, I can't
wait to meet him.

[gasps]

Flowers?

Could it be--

Fernando?

Huggie Wuggie!

Huggie Wuggie.

Fernando is your study date?

Uh, yeah.

First we're studying at
the Beverly Hills Bistro,

then going over test
questions at the multiplex,

then quizzing each other
up at Lookout Point.

You guys don't mind, do you?

[screaming]

Studying, shopping,
saloning, spying--

how can today's girl
possibly juggle it all?

With Sammy's Schedule 2.0.

It'll program your whole day.

When your hair's
getting highlights,

you can be planning a big
date under the moonlight.

And if that date's
not so dreamy,

Sammy's Schedule


for cutting it short so you
can get to the mall by 9:00.

See?

SAMMY'S SCHEDULE:
Excuse number 352--

sorry, I've got to blow dry
my dog and walk my hair.

Guess it's still
a little buggy.