04x26 - Totally Busted! – Parts 3

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[theme music]

OK, so just to
bring you up to speed,

our moms found out that
we're international spies,

and they had a big-time
hissy, forbidding us

from going on anymore missions.

Then Mandy turned all sorts
of weird and decided that she

and her friends' new hobby
was taking out spies,

starting with yours truly.

And when they couldn't
get us the first time,

they decided to take our
mothers hostage instead.

But when we tried to rescue
them, it was a total set-up.

We ended up battling it out with
Mandy, Dominique and Caitlin

on a ski slope.

Then when Jer
finally got around

to showing up to help
us, his helicopter caused

a major league avalanche.

So basically, no more us.

[beeping]

Clover!

Sam!

Alex!

[grunting]

Sam!

Clover!

Alex!

Can you hear me?

Girls, are you out here?

Any luck?

I'm afraid not.

We've been at it for
hours now, and there's

still no sign of the girls.

I know the situation
looks dire, but I promise,

we won't stop looking until
we've scoured the mountain.

Ah!

[spits] Look what those
losers made me do!

I totally got snow all over
my brand new ski clothes.

Uh!

Speaking of losers, I wonder
what happened to the spies.

[muffled yells]

Ha!

All right, M-M-M-Mandy,
s-s-start talking.

Y-yeah.

We demand to k-k-know
where you're t-t-taking us!

And I d-d-demand a
c-cup of that hot cocoa!

A, the only one doing the
demanding around here is me.

B, now that I'm a
big-time baddie,

I've got to think up a
suitable demise for you.

So, I am taking you to the
place where I do my deepest

thinking-- the Groove.

And C-- [slurps]

[gasps]

Ah!

Refreshing.

Cocoa is for spy-sassins only.

Now, pipe down back there.

And chill out with some A/C.

Oh, nice touch, girls.

Tres evil.

[evil laughter]

I can't believe our
daughters are actually gone.

I realize it's
difficult to accept,

but we've looked everywhere.

If they were on that mountain,
WOOHP would have found them.

But I saw Alex
in action, Jerry.

There's just no way she could
have gone down that easily.

The same goes for Samantha.

Her spy skills are
quite extraordinary.

WOOHP search or no WOOHP
search, Clover and the girls

have got to be out
there somewhere.

[tires squeal]

[shivering]

C-c-come on, girls.

This is our last c-c-chance.

We've g-got to get
out of these r-ropes

before M-M-Mandy gets
her evil t-t-thing on!

Easier s-s-said than d-done.

My fingers are f-f-frozen.

W-w-wait a sec.

I think I can reach
my mom's celly.

[screeches to a halt]

Ah!

Sorry, but you have
used up all your minutes.

Ha!

Look, ladies, I want
to believe that the girls

are OK just as much as you do.

But I think it's time we all
faced the possibility that they

might not be coming back.

Jerry, I just got word that
an emergency phone call was

sent from Gabby's cell phone.

Oh!

I must have dropped
it earlier when

we were attacked at the Groove!

Our girls must have found it.

I bet they're trying
to send us a signal.

Try and look in
on the location

of the call ASAP, Gladys.

As soon as she finds it,
I'll go after the girls.

We're coming, too.

Absolutely.

Our daughters saved us, and
now we've got to save them.

I'm afraid that's completely
out of the question.

Only legitimate WOOHP agents
are allowed on missions.

Well then, it
looks like you're

going to have to train us to
be legitimate WOOHP agents.

But there's an entire
screening process--

a background check, a written
exam, a physical analysis.

Then, of course, the
Board of Governors

has to ratify each
prospective candidate.

Not to speak of the
whole spy gene issue.

[growling angrily]

[gulps]

I suppose I could
streamline the process a bit

and to train you to
be interim spies, eh?

After all, I HAVE been
looking for new recruits.

[laughs]

I know, we could them
into giant fried dolls

at the Pizza on a Stick cart.

Better yet, we could
send them on a one-way

tanning expedition,
courtesy of Cabo-Tan-Lucas.

Hello!

Could we please
get serious here?

We are super villains now.

It is time to put
the "L" in downfall.

OK, Mandy.

This has gone far enough.

Don't you realize you're
only acting like a crazed spy

hunter because of the SUDS?

What are you babbling about?

An evil bubble
bath that leaked

into your hot tub and turned
you into obsessed spy-sassins.

Uh!

See?

Hm.

It was created by this
bad guy named The Inventor.

Luckily we caught him and
put him in the WOOHP prison

before he could send out
his whole evil shipment.

So you're telling
me that this junk

turns anyone it comes in
contact with into spy-sassins?

That's right.

And if you let us go, we
promise we'll help you

and your friends get back to the
simple, shallow teens you once

were.

[giggles]
- Ha!

I got it!

Instead of trouncing
these scabs ourselves

and risking major nail
breakage, we'll let

the SUDS do the work for us.

What?

I mean, what better way
to get rid of the spies

than have them get
rid of themselves?

[gasps]

That's an awesome idea.

You are so brill.

OK, ladies, if
you're going to become

successful interim
spies, you're going

to have to hone both your
physical and mental abilities.

Now, imagine that this
is the scene of a crime

and it is up to you to
find the hidden clue.

Oh, well, there's
no way we're going

to find anything in this mess.

I'll get the broom.

No!

Wait!

You're contaminating the-- whoa!

Now, Imagine that I'm a
criminal and attack me.

Attack?

But we're much too shy for that.

Couldn't we try something less
aggressive, like taunting you?

I said, attack!

Ah!

Oh.

As a spy, there are
times when you may

have to pursue an assailant.

Now, imagine that I'm a
bad guy and capture me.

[grunting]

I hope this is safe.

[groaning]

[screaming]

[thuds]

Oh, perhaps now would be
a good time to take a break.

OK, time for a spy bath.

Help these wannabes
into the tub, would ya?

Oh!

Ah!

Rub-a-dub-dub, losers.

Mandy, I know you're not the
sharpest student at Bev High,

but think about
what you're doing.

Clover's right!

If you get rid of
us, who are you going

to abuse at school from now on?

Duh.

That's what Dominique
and Caitlin are for.

[water starts bubbling]

[screaming]

[laughing]

Ew!

What am I doing in a fountain
with these two nasty spies?

Oh, don't worry.

You won't be here much
longer, spy trash!

I'm the one calling
the shots around here,

and I say both of
you are going down.

Awesome!

We should sell tickets to this!

Or better yet,
put it on pay TV.

I am going to chew
you up and spit you out!

Well, now that these three
are taking care of themselves,

we don't have to get any
more icky spy cooties on us.

Come on, girls.

We have more important
things to do.

Grr.

Chew on this!

Ah!

Don't worry, Clover.

I got your back.

[evil laughter]

[groaning]

Oh, I'm beginning to
think becoming spies wasn't

such a great idea after all.

Perhaps we just aren't cut
out for this line of work.

Maybe you should go after
the girls without us, Larry.

It's Jerry, and I
know it's difficult,

but you must remember
what's at stake.

Your daughters are
out there at the mercy

of Mandy and her evil cronies.

He's right.

Our girls need us.

We can't just give up.

That's the spirit!

Now what do you say
we get back to work?

Let's do it!

[gasps]

Hi-ya!

Ah!

Oh!

Ah!

[thud] Oh!

Eh.

Oh!

[laughing]

Huh?

Uh.

Congratulations on
becoming official interim

WOOHP spies, ladies.

Now I know where the girls
get their excellence spy

genes from.

Ah!

Jerry, I've exhausted
all WOOHP resources,

but can't track
down the location

of the girls' phone call.

No offense, Gladys, but
that's not good enough.

OK, let's get a satellite
triangulation of all cell phone

usage in the past 12 hours.

Then we'll isolate my
phone's particular radio wave

in reverse transmission
to pinpoint

the exact origin of the call.

We have a match!

Remarkable work, ladies.

[gasps]

Can this be right?

It says they're at the Groove.

If this is another one of
Clover's elaborate schemes

to go shopping, I'm going
to ground her for life!

Let's give her the
benefit of the doubt.

Now, come on.

We'll take my chopper.

Hope in back there.

I'll drive.

Oh, dear.

I do hope she's a better
wheel man than her daughter.

Look!

The girls are fighting
with each other.

And it appears to be
more than the usual "you

borrowed my stuff without
asking" kind of fight.

Steady the chopper,
Jerry, we're going in.

Not without
gadgets, you're not.

Here's the sonic
disintegrative boom

box, the expandable
vintage bolo purse,

the multi-directional
magnetic ring,

and last but not least,
some Ice Queen perfume.

Neat!

Good luck, ladies--

I mean, interim spies.

[struggling]

Girls, what are you doing?

You're supposed
to be best friends.

You fight villains,
not each other!

Why do I get the feeling
these three are spies?

Yeah, I'm catching
a whiff of that, too.

Talk about keeping secrets.

What do you say we
call a temporary truce

and band together and
take out these spy moms?

Agree!

Clover, I don't know
what this is all about,

but we can just sit down like
proper ladies and work it out.

One problem, mother.

I'm not a proper lady.

I'm a spy-sassin.

What?

Oh!

Darling, it's me, your mom.

Remember?

All I remember is
that I despise spies.

Hi-yah!

I usually try to stay
out of family matters,

but this is an exception.

Huh?

SUDS.

This is what the girls were
talking about in their letter.

I've got to create an antidote.

Oh, mommy dearest.

Hi-ya!

Ah!

This may just do the trick.

OK, girls, I'm not sure
what's happened to you,

but we're still
your mothers and you

have to show us some respect.

Don't worry, we
plan on respectfully

putting you out of your misery.

In that case, let
'er rip, Carmen!

Ah!

Ooh!

You're gonna pay for that!

Huh?

Hm.

[gasping]

Mommy, when did you get here?

Our daughters are back.

Back?

Where did we go?

You mean you don't
remember being spy-sassins?

Uh, Jer, you must
have us confused

with Mandy and her toadies.

They're the ones who hunt spies.

Uh, speaking of
which, where are they?

[alarm blaring]

Hey, where do you
think you're going?

[whack]

Whoa!

Ew, gross!

This place is crawling
with filthy spies.

This is so uncool.

Why are we even here?

[expl*si*n]

That's why.

[expl*si*n]

[evil laughter]

[beeping]

Jerry, we've got a
situation at WOOHP.

Mandy has just broken The
Inventor out of prison.

[gasping]

Mandy and The Inventor?

What are those two
doing in cahoots?

I don't know.

But if they get their
hands on the rest

of his shipment of SUDS, we
spies are in serious trouble.

Then we'd better get going.

What do you mean "we?"

I'll explain on the way.

OK, here's the plan, Inventor.

You've got the gear and
I've got the skills.

We'll deploy SUDS
around the world

and create an indestructible
army of spy-sassins.

Awesome!

And they could sport,
like, way tough outfits.

Yeah!

And have totally
off-the-chain sportscars.

And together, we'll rid
the world of spies forever.

There'll be no one left
to interrupt my work.

EVIL LAUGH
- Yeah, whatevs.

Now, about your hair, I'm going
to be totally, brutally honest.

If we're partners, you have to
do something with it-- shave

it, dye it, like, anything.

I have a rep to uphold.

Oh.

Go get them, ladies.

I'll be here if you need my
help, though I doubt you will.

What?

How did you losers
survive my ingenious plan

to rid the world of you?

And why did you bring
your mothers along?

Because we support
whatever our daughters do.

Now prepare for
a major whooping.

Gear up, spy-sassins.

Here's the spy racer,
laser vision spy-bulb,

and my acid venom spiders.

[evil laughter]

OK, these gadgets have
just gone from lame to silly.

Hee-yah!

[boom]

Whoa!

That's one seriously
strong eraser!

Oh!

Good thing I took that
clogging class last semester.

Whoo!

Ah.

Apparently looks can k*ll.

[gasps]

Let's keep the odds even.

My spy-strictor
should work nicely.

[evil laughter]

Ah!

Hey, let us out!

What are you doing?

You can't keep us in here.

I don't suppose
after all this is

over you'd be interested
in having dinner with me?

With hair like that?

I wouldn't be caught in
public OR private with you!

What's with all
the hair criticism?

It's meant to give me cred in
the mad scientist community.

[shot fired]

Ah!

[shot fired]

Whoa!

You can't hide forever, spies!

Oh!

Gah!

Ah!

Why didn't someone
tell me I look

like a total nerd in these?

No more playing around!

Let's get this
over with for good!

I feel so helpless
stuck in here.

Then let's get un-stuck.

[glass shatters]

Nice going, Gab.

Good job.

Well, all in a
day's work for a spy.

Say your goodbyes, lame-os.

There's no one here
to save you now.

Except for us.

Huh?

Wow.

Hey!

Let me out of here!

Huh?

Not bad for an old bag--

the purse, that is.

If you won't date
me, I might as well

put you out of commission.

Hi-ya!

Hi-ya!

In your dreams, pal.

So long, spies!

Once I introduce the
SUDS to the world,

there'll be nowhere
for you to run.

We've got to stop that plane.

But how?

We don't have any gadgets.

You do now.

Thanks, mom.

You just saved the day.

And tied your outfit
together quite nicely.

[laughs]

Huh?

What is going on?

What's going on is
your spy-sassin days

are officially over, Mandy.

Grr!

Ah!

Uh, Clover, you
might want to rethink

where you're aiming that thing.

Yeah, or our days are going
to be officially over, too.

Oopsie.

[screaming]

[coughing]

OK, it is official.

Being a spy-sassin reeks!

[sighs of relief]

The Inventory has been
sent back to his cell.

The remainder of the
SUDS has been destroyed,

and I've administered
the spy-sassin antidote

to your classmates.

Let me know if you think they've
gone back to their old selves.

Where are we and
how did we get here?

Maybe we got lost on
the way to a warehouse

party or something.

Hey, losers, did
you bring us here?

I want some answers right now!

Yeah, I'd say
that's the old Mandy.

OK, could someone please
tell us where you're taking us?

Yeah, we've totally had
enough surprises for one day.

Why tell you when
we can show you?

[gasping]

No way!

Way.

So does this mean we can
go back to living together?

That's right.

And what about keeping
our jobs as super spies?

You can do that, too, but
only if you promise not to keep

any more secrets from us.

Yeah.

From now on, we'll tell
you absolutely everything.

Yep.

Every boring detail.

By the time we're done
spilling our beans, you'll have

enough for a zesty 7-layer dip.

Good.

Now give your mothers a
hug before we get going.

You're leaving?

But we were just
starting to have fun.

Being undercover
agents WAS enjoyable,

but from now on we'll leave
the spying to you girls.

[rumbling]

Uh!
Ow!

Ugh!

Uh, way to spoil the special
mother-daughter moment, Jer.

Sorry, but I've got
some exciting news.

The Board of
Governors has accepted

the applications from
your mothers to become

full-time WOOHP agents.

[gasping]

Full-time WOOHP agents?

That

Uh, we were
going to tell you--

But we didn't
want you to worry.

And besides, a little secret
between mothers and daughters

never hurt anyone, right?

Wrong.

Which is why we're going
to have to punish you.

You're hereby sentenced to
one week's grounding with us--

at our beach house!

Deal.

Spies Spies forever!

[laughing]

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