05x10 - Evil Shoe Designer

[bunniefuu]

[upbeat music]

[calm music]

To say the fall collection
was a disaster is like calling

the Titanic a tiny mishap.

[dark music]

Huh?

[sinister laugh]

What are you doing
here, has-been?

Just though I'd help you
wrap up your latest review,

Beatrice.

[shouts]

No!

[sinister laugh]

[screaming]

[relaxing parisian music]

So, which article do
you want to read first?

Fabric is Totally Out, Color
is so Last Season, or Gotcha,

There is No New Black?

Whoa, Clover,
negative mag, much?

Yeah, don't that have
any positive things

to say in "Fashion Slam"?

Of course, they do.

See, here's an optimistic
ad for Paris Shoe Week.

"Come one, come
all, to the hottest,

hippest, happenist event on the
planet, Eiffel Tower tomorrow."

"Be there or be shunned."

"That is, if you can get
past the velvet rope, loser."

What can I say?

The Euro fashion
scene is way harsh.

[screaming]

[whistling]

Is it me, or does that
guy cleaning the fountain

look kind of familiar?

[gasps]

That's because it's Guillaume.

Gui-who?

Guillaume, as in our former
hunky, French pool boy.

Uh?

Huh?

Wow, he's gorgeous.

[speaking french]

And apparently, he's French.

Which makes him
twice as gorgeous.

I bet my parents
sent him as a gift.

They're in France right now.

Hi, [french] Alex.

I save-oed your life-o.

Clover.

[french] to meet you,
[french] Guillaume.

Give it up, girls.

Your French is tre-lame.

Oh, that Guillaume.

Come on, let's go
over and say hi.

What's the point?

Or have you also
forgotten that Guillaume

isn't interested in
girls, just his work.

Puh-lease, That
was a long time ago.

I'm sure he'd be
totally amped to see us.

Forget it, Sam.

My pool boy days are history.
You're on your own.

Fine, suit yourself.

[rhythmic drum music]

Huh?

Bonjour, Guillaume.

It's moi, Sam.

You know, from le Beverly Hills?

Samantha.

[lighthearted music]

[gasping]

Fine, and you?

What's he saying?

I don't know, but it
sounds hecka complimentary.

Aw, sure.

I mean, oui.

[french]

Aw!

I can't believe it, Sammy.

Guillaume totally digs you.

Really?

How can you tell?

Hello, he kissed your hand
and gave you his digits.

Looks like he's into
girls after all.

Huh?

ALL: Hey

[suspenseful music]

[shouting]

What is Jerry's problem?

We're 10 feet from his office!

Totally.

Why couldn't he just give us a
phone call instead of whooping?

[screaming]

ALL: What?

[SINGING] After noo-you-you
ooh-ooh-oon, ladies.

So what's up, Jer?

I have an important
mission for you,

to check out an abandoned
yacht on the French Riviera.

What she meant was, what's
up with the goofy outfit

and freaky singing?

Oh, that.

I'm heading to Switzerland
for a little Y and R.

Y and R?

Yodeling and relaxation, which
is why you're on yacht duty

and I'm not.

I don't get it.

What important about
a deserted boat?

Communication

Was lost with the
vessel a few hours

ago, which could mean trouble.

[SINGING] Cheer-io-io-whoo.

I guess we're have to get
our own gadgets this time.

[rhythmic music]

Double density denture paste?

Gross!

Is this a gadget or part
of Jer's private stash?

Beats me, but I'm sure
we can find use for it.

Now add in the Vision
Expander Eye Patch,

some earring communicators,
and that Just

Another Inch Expansion
Shoe Horn gadget and we're

officially in business.

In that case.

[screaming]

[rhythmic music]

There it is, the
abandoned boat.

Whoa, talk about awesome.

Why would the owner
ever want to leave?

Totally!

I mean, what could be more
posh than hanging on a luxury

liner in the So-Fran.

That's exactly what
we're gonna find out.

Come on, girls.

Well, other than a whole
lot of lavish opulence,

I don't see anything
too unusual.

Me either.

How about you, Clover?

[curious music]

[gasps]

Actually, I just
found a major clue.

This boat belongs to Beatrice
Bash, editor of "Fashion Slam."

How do you know?

Who else could
have written this?

"To say the fall
collection was a disaster,

is like calling the
Titanic a tiny mishap."

[screaming]

Oopsie.

Hang on, girls.

[screaming]

We've gotta do
something, Sammy.

Or it's Titanic time for us.

No worries.

I've got an idea to
bring this pleasure

cruise to a screeching halt.

[screaming]

Wow, that stuff
sure is powerful.

You OK, girls?

[groaning] OK as we can
be, considering we were

almost churned into spy butter.

So, what's our
next move gonna be?

You know, after we dry off?

I say we head to the
Fashion Slam offices

and see if we can find out
who kidnapped Beatrice.

How do you know
she was kidnapped?

With all her
scathing reviews, she's

bound to have a few enemies.

[mysterious music]

According to the
X-Powder, Fashion Slam

should be right around here.

That's not all
that's around here.

Girls, this is
Guillaume's neighborhood.

Samantha?

[rhythmic music]

Oh, bonjour, Guillaume.

What did he just say?

I think it's said something
about a proposition.

Sammy, he must have asked
you out on a date just now.

In that case, I'd
love to, Guillaume.

Wow, who knew I could have
such a crush on someone

I can barely understand.

Sorry to rain on
your love parade,

but it looks like we've got
a mission to get back to.

[dramatic music]

Hold up, there's
no way I'm going

in there dressed like this.
- Why not?

And risk getting the fashion
slamming of a lifetime?

No, thank you.

Hey!

Forget about what
we look like, Clover.

We've got to worry about getting
inside without being seen.

[clover screams]

ALL: Hey!

[snickering]

Well, I guess we can always
go in the way that guy did.

Whoa!

Who or what was that?

Stop your presses, put
your reviews in the air.

I don't know, but it sounds like
someone's in big time trouble.

Come on.

Let's go.

Hold it right there, mister!

Sorry, fashion
waits for no one.

[laughing]

OK, so didn't see
that one coming.

Tell me about it.

I mean, who know platform
heels were even in this season?

Don't worry, spies.

Even if he is super sized,
we can still catch him.

All right, loser.

This is the end of the line.

Now drop the critic
and surrender.

I don't think so.

Oh.

[screaming]

[screaming]

OK, now that's just rude.

Not to mention, freaky.

What's up with that dude?

And more importantly,
why has he abducted one,

if not two fashion critics?

[beeping]

I'm afraid it's
worse than that.

The Euro Mainframe says several
more of Fashion Slam critics

have been abducted.
- We better tell, Jer.

[YODELING] Hello
de odi oh e whoo.

Girls, I'm afraid I have
some very troubling news.

That there's been a rash
of fashion critic abductions

in Paris?

Yeah, we know.

[YODELING] Well
e el e el e elle,

seems like you girls are
on top of the situation.

That makes one of us.

Right, in that case,
I'll get back to my

[ram bleating]

[shouting]

OK, it's official, our boss
is the biggest freak, ever.

Hey guys, check this out.

Looks like an
eyelet from a shoe.

Obviously, that
baddie had something

funky going on with his kicks.

Otherwise, how could he have
done all those amazing feats?

No pun intended.

Hey, there's
something etched on it,

but it's too small to
see with the naked eye.

No, prob.

At least, not for the
Vision Expander Eye Patch.

It looks like it says YMB.

What does YMB mean?

Hello!

Yves Mon Block is only
like the biggest designer

of trendy footwear, ever!

I've been wearing his
shoes since I was born.

You don't think he has anything
to do with this, do you?

Only one way to find out.

Wow!

The sewers in Paris
sure are classy.

They even have their
own street signs.

Hmm.

According to the global
positioning satellite,

we're right under Yve's studio.

Good, let's find
him and resolve

the fact that he has nothing
to do with these abductions.

Here's a drainpipe.

Come on.

Hey Score!

I mean, look at this place.

It's like a shrine to all
Yves greatest designs.

Oh, how cute!

It's my old toddler shoes.

[french]

[laughing]

And I wore these [french]
to our beach for a role.

And I wore these [french]
to my last teeth cleaning.

Wow, he makes shoes
to wear to the dentist?

That's like really specific.

Um, sorry to cut the trip
down memory lane short,

but could you guys
tone it down a sec?

[faint screaming]

It's coming from over there.

[dramatic music]

[gasping]

Still think Yves has
nothing to do with this?

I know it looks suspicious
but I'm sure there's

a logical explanation.

You bet there is.

[screaming]

[laughing]

Whatever it is you're up
to Yve, it's over right now.

Yeah!

Right after I get
your autograph.

[groaning]

In case you haven't noticed,
I'm the world famous designer,

so I'm the one making
the rules here, sister.

Why do they always wanna
do this the hard way?

Just be careful not
to injure his hands.

I don't know what I'd
wear if he couldn't

design his next line of shoes.

Hi-ya!

[shouting]

See, you shoulda just
given up in the first place.

I like your style, ladies.

But tell me, what do you think
of my stylish new creation?

Then Mega MBs.

I'd love to get
a pair of those,

right after we take you
to the Whoop Prison.

[screaming]

Told you his shoes
were pretty awesome.

What's the matter, girls?

No match for my Mega MBs?

[screaming]

Hey.

Looks like the shoe is on
the other foot now, huh, girls?

Lean bad guy dialogue much?

Sorry, this feeling
stuffs new to me.

You see, I used to be the
industry's leading designer.

So what happened?

All of these critics
slammed my latest line

of shoes in "Fashion
Slam" magazine,

and once you get slammed--

Your career's over
with, as in see ya,

and I wouldn't wanna be ya.

Not that I think it's right.

So, now I'm going to
end the critics careers

and punish the world for
no longer buying my shoes.

This will be a shoe
week no one will forget.

Come on, critics.

Why don't you guys
just run away?

Easier said than done.

You see, my Mega MB
joystick controls

every movement of their shoes.

[laughing]

[laughing]

If only all runway models
were so easy to control.

So long, girls.

The catwalk calls.

Ooh, finally a baddie
who's not leaving us

beat certain doom.

See, he's not all bad.

[gasping]

Wanna reconsider
that statement?

These laces are getting tighter
than a Beverly Hills face lift.

If we don't figure
out something fast,

these laces are gonna
completely deflate us.

Sam, what about the Just
Another Inch Expansion shoehorn

gadget?

Good thinking.

If only I could
get my hands on it.

Much better.

Maybe for you, but not us.

Oh, sorry.

Well, you heard Yves.
The catwalk calls.

[party chatter]

Yves must have
already gotten inside.

Which is more than
I could say for us.

Woefully under-dressed
for this styling event.

Spin for us girls.

Spy chic is so in.

Beautiful, beautiful.

[cheering]

These are designer
classics created by, moi.

No sign of Yves and his
fashion army in here either.

Where could they be?

Fan out and keep
your eyes open.

[laughing]

Time to do the walk
of shame, my friends.

I wonder what the critics
will say about you.

Strut your stuff, my friends.

I'll be watching
from my VIP seat.

[shouting]

What's going on?

[speaking french]

Sam, Clover, I
think I found them.

Oh, they're a
catwalk disaster.

I feel their pain.

[dark music]

[crowd booing]

[screaming]

[laughing] Now every one will
pay for forsaking my fashion.

[laughing]

[grunting]

[screaming]

Now the critics are
going after the public too.

For being new at
this bad guy thing,

Yves has it down pretty good.

Come on.

We gotta do something fast!

[screaming]

[dramatic music]

Whoa, these heels are
way beyond dangerous.

Now I know what it's like to
be chased by a crazy kangaroo.

Stick around, maybe
you can review my spa

you need for your
magazine later.

I need to figure
out how to cool

this cowboys heels before he
turns me into Swiss cheese.

Way to put that
one on ice, Sammy.

Now let's get back to
saving Paris while there's

still something left to save.

Talk about being
mobbed by the press.

We're gonna have to shut 'em
down at the source, Yves.

Yeah!

But where is he?
- No prob.

[dark music]

He's at the top of
the Eiffel Tower.

Alex, you're gonna have
to go after him while Clover

and I hold the critics at bay.

It's our only chance
to save the city.

OK but how do I get up there?

That's like nose bleed high.

Duh.

Clover this isn't exactly
what I call a climbing gadget.

Duh.

It is if you use it right.

Great idea.

As long as I destroyed
their evil receptor

before putting them on.

[upbeat music]

Hey, these shoes do rule.

[screaming]

Back off!

Not so fast, Missy.

That's what you think.

Hey, watch it down there.

I bruise easily.

Back off, Tex.

Yeah!

We don't take kindly to you
blasting spurs at our friend.

Thanks, guys.

Don't you know
it's against the law

to play on this monument?

Whatever.

I've had about enough
of you, shoe boy.

[shouting]

ALL: All right!

No!

My plan is ruined.

Just like you're
career as a fashion

designer and a criminal.

ALL: Yes!

[upbeat music]

This is so exciting, Sam A
date with a real French boy.

Remember to take
notes you can tell

me every last detail later.

For sure.

There's Guillaume.

What's with all the
pool cleaning equipment?

[laughing]

Samantha.

Hey, Guillaume.

Are you just getting
off work or something?

What did he say?

I'm not sure.

What I think
Guillaume is trying

to tell you is that
you're perfect,

perfect to clean
pools and fountains.

ALL: What?

Apparently you have the ideal
physique, broad shoulders,

strong back, powerful legs.

So you mean, he
doesn't like me?

He just wants me to go
into business with him?

Actually, I think he's chosen
you to be his apprentice.

Apprentice?

As if!
Hi-ya.

[shouting]

[giggling]

[upbeat music]