05x21 - WOOHP-tastic

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Beverly Hills, a
city in serious need

of straightening out.

Perfecto.

Well, well, well,
if it isn't Senior

Starchy up to his old tricks.

You'll never catch
me, girls, but that

doesn't mean you shouldn't
keep a stiff upper lip.

Ole, Ole.

Way to go, Clove.

Yeah, k*ller move.

Hey, please girls.

That was, like,
totally a team effort.

Oh, I just love
annual WOOHP picnic,

and the Bedville Zoo is the
perfect place to have it.

Totally, I can't
wait to check out

the Foo Furry Friends exhibit.

Whatever, we all
know this picnic isn't

about fun animatronic animals.

It's about competition.

What are you
talking about, Clover?

I'm talking about the totally
lame WOOHP Achievement Awards

and how their focus is on the
individual and not on the team.

Speaking focusing
on individuals,

check out that cutie.

Wow, Dean.

Dean, it's so good to see you.

Hey girls, great
to see you too.

Totally, you're like even
hotter than I remember.

In fact, I may be
seeing a lot of you,

since I've just been reassigned
to the WOOHP Gadget Lab.

Really?
That's awesome.

Greetings, spies, and
welcome to the Fifth

Annual WOOHP Picnic.

And now for the
moment you've all

been waiting for, this year's
WOOHP Achievement Awards.

Here we go.

Lame this time.

Let's begin with the award
for best apprehension maneuver.

This year it goes to
Supomo from WOOHP Java.

All right.

Woo hoo.

Next is the award
for best spy technique.

It goes to Ammy, WOOHP travel
agent and secret agent.

And now for the greatest
prize of all, the most

WOOHPtastic Agent Award.

For the apprehension of Senior
Starchy, a sinister baddie who

has eluded WOOHP
capture for decades,

this award goes to Clover.

Muah, no way.

And as the winner, you'll have
exclusive access to the hover

limo, your own
robotic assistant,

and an office next
to mine at WOOHP.

I am Virtualosa.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

I don't know what to say.

Other than single handedly
taking dancing Senior

is the most rewarding moment
in my entire spy career.

Hey.

Single handedly taking
down Senior Starchy?

So much for the capture
being a team effort.

It appears our
fireworks display

has blown a whole in faux
ferry friends exhibit.

From what I read in
the zoo brochure,

BoBo there can be
quite dangerous.

How dangerous exactly?

Well, left to his own devices,
he can eat 50 times his body

weight in a single hour.

And apparently he isn't
picky about what he consumes.

Don't worry, Jer, we're on it.

Not to get all
technical, but you sure

the organization's most
WOOHPtastic agent should be

chasing a monkey around town?

If she wants to keep all
of her prizes, she should.

Fine then, I'll do it.

Excellent.

Talk to you later, ladies.

Hey, look on the bright side.

At least we get to
chase BoBo in style.

Sorry, girls, but you
heard what Jer said.

The use of the limo is
exclusive as in just for me.

Are you joking?

Afraid not, Sammy.

See ya.

I don't know what's worse,
Clover letting her award go

straight to her head of us using
public transportation to locate

a baddie.

They both stink Sammy, but
neither compares to the part

where I just sat in grody gum.

We'll have to deal
with that later, Al.

Right now we've got to
stop an animatronic ape

from terrorizing
a banana factory.

Hey, there's the hover limo.

Maybe Clover already
has BoBo in custody.

Hey, girls.

What took you so long?

Or maybe not.

Clover, what are you
doing just sitting there?

I'm not sitting.

I'm waiting.

As the the most
WOOHPtastic agent,

I figured I'd take on
more of a supervisor

role for this mission.

You figured wrong.

As in get buff
duff and get moving.

Woah, Jerry wasn't kidding.

For a mechanical monkey,
he sure is famished.

Not to mention gross, which is
so not something a WOOHPtastic

agent needs to witness.

Sorry, Clover, but you're just
going to have to deal with it.

Now here's the plan.

I'll sneak left, Alex
will sneak right,

and when we're in
a position Clover

will create a diversion allowing
us to go in for the take down.

Awesome idea, Sammy.

OK, Clover, now.

Clover?

Clover?

For Francis, best wishes.

Clover, what a flake.

I can't believe she
just bailed on us.

Me neither.

Unfortunately, we have bigger
problems, much bigger problems.

Is it just me, or
does BoBo look like he's

got the munchies for us?

Let's just say I'm glad my
uniform isn't banana colored.

OK, it's officially time
to give this ape the slip.

Please don't tell
me you're going to use

the old banana peel trick.

As if, I'm going for the new
double bungee lasso maneuver

with your help, of course.

Gotcha.

Double gotcha.

Well, you know what they
say, the bigger they are,

the harder they fall.

Maybe we can use the
same technique on Clover

to take down her mega sized ego.

You stupido spies.

Nothing can keep Senior from
his muy importante mission

of starching the
world into oblivion.

Ole, ole, audios.

OK, if I was angry with Clover
before, I am furious with her

now.

Totally.

Like doesn't she know how
hard it is to transport

a fake ape on a city bus.

I guess we can just put
him in here until the WOOHP

Techs can repair him.

Good idea, and
in the meantime,

I say we pay Clover
a little visit

and give her a
piece of our minds.

A little to left, up
over, ah, that's it.

OK, Clover.

We've had more than our fill
of your WOOHPtastic behavior.

Yeah, enough is
like so enough.

Virtualosa, will you
take care of this please?

Sorry, no one
is allowed to see

Clover without an appointment.

Sheesh, rude much.

Super rude.

And if that's the way
she's going to play it,

then we'll just
force way inside.

That's it.

It's time to go over Clover's
big fat swollen head.

You know we don't like to drag
you into our girl fights, Jer,

but because of her award, Clover
is acting like a a major diva.

Not only did she not let
us in her hoverific limo,

but she totally bailed
on us during a mission.

Hello, I didn't bail.

I had to leave for my
very important interview

with WOOHP Life Magazine.

And if anyone needs to
have a talk with Jer,

it's me to tell him
you're totally jealous.

Until I can find a way
to remedy this situation,

it's clear that you three
will need to be separated.

Fine by me.

Me too.

Me three.

Very well then.

Sam and Alex will join dean
in the WOOHP Gadget Lab,

while Clover goes on
her own assignments.

Who's jealous now?

Please, like a
WOOHPtastic agent

would ever be interested
in someone like him.

Thanks, now I can get back
to what WOOHPtastic agents

do best, soaking.

I'm afraid your soak
will have to wait.

Senior Starchy has just escaped.

Hi, Dean.

Hello.

What's that buzzy thing?

I don't know, but it's whizzy
friend looks even nastier.

Where's Dean?

Sam, Alex.

Sorry, guys.

I haven't perfected
all of my gadgets yet.

Everything looks
perfect from here.

Which is why we're thrilled
that Jerry assigned us to help

you out in the lab, Dean.

Well, as you can see, I
need all the help I can get.

Maybe we should
start by cleaning up.

No prob.

Sure.

Why am I looking for a
villain I already put away?

I should be guest of honoring
a mall opening or something.

Perhaps if you used
one of the limos gadgets,

we could find him more quickly.

Great idea.

Then I can get back to
more important things

like basking in the spotlight.

The super sniffer hood
ornament atmosphere

analyzer sounds cool.

It appears that our target
is in the immediate vicinity.

Awesome.

Let's snag this stiff and
close this case ASAPSVP.

Woah, who hit the breaks?

Uh oh, Senior Starchy
must have starched

our wheels to the pavement.

This guy is really miffing me.

Be a doll and go out and nab
Senior stupid, while I call

WOOHP for roadside assistance.

But I'm only programmed to
give support to agents, you

know, like, make lattes
and lie about you

being out of the office.

Do I have to do
everything myself?

It's so hard to find
good help these days.

OK, Starchy, where you hiding?

Let's get it over with.

Ow.

Ole.

Turn about this
fair play, senorita.

What does that even mean?

It means since
you're the one who

put me away, I have something
especially mind for you.

Ole, ariba, ariba.

Can one of you hand
me a micro transmitter?

Girls, I just received
a distress signal

from Virtualosa.

Figures.

Clover's too good to send out
her own distress calls now.

Girls, this is serious.

Senior Starchy
escaped, and Clover was

on a mission to retrieve him.

Who knows what danger she's in.

Even though Clover's acting
like a big headed meany,

she's still our best friend
and we have to help her.

Fine, let's go bell
her out of whatever mess

she's gotten herself into.

Wait, before you
go I want to give

you a few of my new gadgets.

Great idea.

Good thinking.

The heavy hand
smash all gloves.

Self-explanatory.

The glue spitting silly straw.

Ditto.

This super poof
expanding marshmallow,

and the black hole bucket
transporter, a cutting edge

teleportation device.

Wow.

Thanks, Dean.

These will totally
come in handy.

According to WOOHP intel,
Senior Starchy's lare

is located in an old dry
cleaning shop on the west side.

The black hole bucket
transporter should

get you there in no time.

Give it a toss.

This gadget is way radder than
anything Jerry ever gives us.

My starchinator


a lesson you'll never forget.

This is no way to treat
the most WOOHPtastic agent.

Wow, this takes rapid
transit to a whole new level.

Yeah, it so makes up for
having to take the bus.

Come on.

Soon, you'll be the
most stifftastic agent

unless, of course, you
crack under the pressure.

Clover, are you OK?

Do I look OK?

Get me out.
Please.

Please.

We might be able
to get you out,

but then again you were
pretty mean to us before.

Yeah, you made us ride the bus,
and I got totally gummified.

OK, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, she's sorry all right, and
so will the rest of the world

be when I get my
starchy hands on it.

Whoops, looks like
it's stuck on high.

You are such a jerk.

Hasta la vista, girls.

Wait, there's no time.

We have to save Clover.

It won't budge.

Stand back.

These heavy hand smash
all gloves will budge it.

Nice job, Alex.

Now we just have to figure
out how to unstarch Clover.

Try the steamer.

Thanks, guys.

I owe you big time.

Do I still look WOOHPtastic?

Great.

He's gotten such a major
head start on us, how

are we every going to catch up?

Leave it to me.

Are you sure
about this, Clover?

Yeah, I thought the limo was
for WOOHPtastic agents only.

Are you kidding?

Me limo is sou limo.

Yeah, all right.

This looks as good as place
as any to start starching

up this limp world for good.

Hey, amigo, remember us?

You again?

I guess I just wasn't
firm enough with you.

Here we go.

Look out, instacrater.

Quick, we've got to jump.

Alex!

This guy means business.

Oh, I assure you, senoritas,
you haven't seen anything yet.

We need a gadget and
we need it in a hurry.

What about the super
poof expanding marshmallow?

I guess it all depends
on exactly how poofy it is.

That poofy enough for you?

Marshmallowy.

Nice try, Senior.

Let's see you starch
your way out of this.

As you wish.

I don't think encouraging
him is a good idea, Sam.

Ole, ariba, ariba.

What's wrong?

Competition too stuff for you.

This guy is ruthless.

I thought dry
cleaners were supposed

to be a force for good.

Don't give up yet.

We've still got the glue
spitting silly straw.

Rad gadget.

You guys can create a diversion.

I think I can beat
Senior at his own game.

Are you sure you're not
too WOOHPtastic for the job?

I said I was sorry.

Here these should give us a
little protection from those

throwing star leaves.

Come on.

Ariba.

I see you figured
out how to defend

against my throwing stars.

Let's see you deal with this.

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Valiant try.

Now, let's end this for good.

No!

Clover, you did it.

You were WOOHPtastic.

No, we were WOOHPtastic.

Ow, easy with the gloves.

Sorry.

Sorry.

So not only did I let
my award go to my head,

but I didn't give you two
any credit for helping

take down Senior.

Let's just say you put
the ick in WOOHPtastic.

Luckily we're
willing to forgive.

Awesome.

And just to show you
how truly sorry I am,

I'm going to share
my office with you.

Throw in your assistant, and
you've got yourself a deal.

Totally.

After that mission, I
could so use a massage.

Hello, ladies.

What gives, Jer?

I gave, Clover,
your office to Dean.

Since the lab is now full,
he needed the extra room

to design gadgets.

But you can't do that.

I'm the most WOOHPtastic agent.

Sorry, Clover.

I hope you understand.

No probs, Dean.

I'm sure I'll find a way
for you to make it up to me.

Not if I find a way first.

Mine.

Come on now.

A little help, Jer.

My pleasure.

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