02x03 - Evil Hair Salon

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

Here we go again, we're
getting out on the road

till we stop, and
then we'll shop.

So 1, 2, 3, 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, so
we'll get on with the show.

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

[music playing]

[gasps]

Hm.

[laughs]

[laughter]

Good afternoon, miss.

Would you like to try an
exciting new hair treatment?

It's free and
available right now.

Ah.

Lusher, more durable,
and easier to manage hair.

Sounds great.

Can I get in on the deal?

Sorry, you don't
have the right hair.

Interested?

It only takes 20 minutes.

Hm, sure, why not?

Hey!

Wait, ah!

[ding]

I'll meet you at home later.

[music playing]

Hey, what--

Ah!

[music playing]

We could get that for Jer.

A Naugahyde tuxedo?

Come on, this is a big birthday.

That means we got to think big.

Look, what every man
needs, a Swiss Party Knife,


radio with party tunes.

[music playing]

[laughs]

I don't think so.

How about a velvet
all-terrain golf cart?

Who would really want that?

Besides, none of these things
seem big enough for Jerry.

But it's velvet
and all-terrain.

Wait, I've got
the perfect idea.

We can throw Jerry
a surprise party.

Awesome!

Old Jer would never
expect that from us.

Now, what kind of
surprise should it be?

I know!

We can blindfold him and take
him up in a hot hair balloon.

Or we could trick him into
meeting us in a submarine

and invite all his friends.

Yeah!

Or we can push him
off a cliff and not

tell him it's a surprise
bungee jumping party.

OK, careful,
Alex, we don't want

to give him a heart attack.

Whoa!

[screaming]

SAM: Speaking of heart
attacks, Jerry's gotta

stop scaring us like this.

[screaming]

Ugh.

Welcome, ladies.

Why can't we ever come
here in style, you know,

like in a limo or something?

Oh, a limousine, why
didn't I think of that.

I'll arrange it
for you right away.

Awesome.

Yes, whatever.

Now down to business,
scores of people

are reportedly missing
in Seattle, Washington.

The peculiar thing is they
all disappeared yesterday.

Hey, check it out.

They're all red heads.

You think it's a coincidence?

Guess we're about to find out.

That's a good guess.

You'll be departing
momentarily to figure

out how all this ties together.

And now for your gear, earring
microphone communicators,

laser lipstick, wind tunnel
blast strength hairdryers,

jet pack backpacks, and THIRD.

Third?

I thought we were on
gadget number five.

JERRY: THIRD,
T-H-I-R-D, Tiny Hidden

Investigative Ring Devices.

Thanks, Jerry.

We'll be in touch.

Good luck.

Hm?

Hm?

Oh, right, your limo, it's
waiting for you outside.

Ooh!

[screaming]

Yes, and the word gullible
isn't in the dictionary.

[laughs] A limo, please.

[music playing]

So you and your
sister are very close?

Yeah, we're best friends.

She was supposed to meet
me here yesterday afternoon

but never showed up.

Maybe she went on an
all night shopping bender

and forgot to call.

Hm.

What, I've done it
like a million times.

My sister's
really responsible.

She would have called, and no
one we know has heard from her.

Well, where was the
last place you saw her?

At this new salon
called The Cutting Edge,

she was going in for
a free hair treatment.

Did you get one, too?

I wanted to.

But the woman at
the salon told me

I didn't have the right hair.

So your sister's
a redhead, huh?

Beautiful, isn't it?

I hope she's OK.

Me, too.

Hey, thanks for answering
all our questions.

We'll let you know if
we find out anything.

I vote we go to the salon
and check things out pronto.

First, we need the right
kind of hair, red hair.

Good thing I'm
already a redhead.

Because at $1,250 a wig,
we're about to majorly exceed

our budget.

Wow, I just love
being a redhead.

I feel totally glamorous.

Welcome to the club, gals.

Now you know how unbelievably
wonderful it is to be moi.

Yeah, and unbelievably
modest, not.

SAM: Enough chatter, reds.

It's spy time.

Hi there.

We've heard a rumour
about your phenomenal

salon and the amazing new hair
treatment you're offering.

So us three natural
redheads rushed right over.

Yes, I see that.

Unfortunately, you don't
have the right hair.

Sheesh, rude much?

OK, so that plan
was failure-ific.

Now what do we do?

We take off these
totally sweaty wigs.

Now that's great hair, perfect
for our innovative treatment.

Really?

Absolutely.

Would you like to try an
exciting new treatment

for women with blonde hair?

It's free and
available right now.

Sounds great.

[gasps] Remember the
mission, eyes and ears open.

Duh, of course, I'll leave
my earring communicator on.

We'll be right
here if you need us.

CLOVER: I expect
Jerry's surprise party

to be completely planned by
the time my beautiful hair is

even more beautiful.

Apparently Sam's modesty
is contagious, not.

[laughs]

Oh, you have wonderful hair.

It's just wonderful.

Thanks.

I can't wait for the treatment.

So what does it do exactly?

[laughs]

HAIR STYLIST: Oh, it'll be
a life-changing experience,

I promise.

Now just sit back
and close your eyes.

Hey, what's going on?

[screams]

This is not good.

Come on!

[screaming]

[laughter]

[music playing]

The door is locked!

So are the windows.

Apparently they decided
to close early today.

How are we going to get in?

By going up.

Ah!

What's that thing?

Looks like our way in.

What do you say you put those
aerobicized thighs into action?

Ah!

Right.

OK, down the hatch.

[grunting]

Freaky, everyone's gone.

[screams] Ah!

Ugh.

Guess the chairs must have
gone through these trap doors.

That means Clover
can't be far behind.

[music playing]

Whoa!

[screaming]

Sammy, look!

Clover, Clover, we're here.

What are you waiting for?

Help me.

Come on!

[screaming]

We're losing her.

[gasps]

They just disappeared.

What are we going to do?

Call Jerry and hope
they know something.

Hello, ladies.
How is Seattle?

Terrible.

Clover's been kidnapped
by an evil hair salon,

a place called The Cutting Edge.

Oh, that's not at all good.

Well, let's see what
we can find out.

Yes, here it is, The
Cutting Edge Salon.

It's owned by a
woman named Felicia

Mane, a famous wig
maker specializing

in high end luxury hairpieces.

Apparently, she's opened
salons all over the world.

Why would a famous
wig maker want

to own a bunch of hair salons?

[gasps] Maybe she
uses the extra hair

from the salons to make wigs.

Ew, that's a
disturbing thought.

Speaking of which, I
just received this news.

People in Vienna and
Rio are also missing

after going into salons.

Girls, I think it's high
time for you two to go

to the belly of the beast.

Miss Mane's main wig
factory is in London.

We're on it, Jer.

Well, time to save
Clover and stop

an international hair disaster.

I just hope we'll
be back in time

to surprise Jerry
on his birthday.

[clock tolling]

So the deal is
we work for Jerry,

an international movie star.

Right, what country
should we be from?

How about Sweden?

Oh, I like it.

[SWEDISH ACCENT] Jerry, the
international Swedish film

star, but we can't reveal
his name because he's

so huge and famous.

Right, OK.

Here we go.

I mean-- [SWEDISH
ACCENT] OK, here we go.

[music playing]

Can I help you?

Um. [SWEDISH ACCENT] We need
to speak with Felicia Mane

right away.

The future of Swedish
cinema depends on it.

Right, come with me.

I'm Felicia Mane.

What can I do for you?

I am Anna and this is Bridget.

We come from Sweden
to buy some wigs

for our eccentric employer.

Yah, he's an
international film star.

You'd recognize the name but
we can't tell you his name.

Uh huh.

OK, why does he want the wigs?

Because he's secretly bald,
and everyone says your wigs

are the best.

They're right.

I can definitely help.
Look through these.

Then we'll proceed to order
the wigs for your star.

So are all the wigs made
here in this building?

Yes, they are.

Oh, it must be quite
a fascinating process.

It is.

Do you give the tours?

No, we don't.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm late for an important.

- Edwin--
- [gasps]

Please show these ladies out.

Grr.

I guess rudeness is a
theme at this company.

Huh?

Oh.

[machine whirring]

Here's the exit, ladies.

Have a nice day.

Well, that was a
mega waste of time.

Maybe not.

Check out this
video I just shot.

Oh!

That is big time creepy.

I know.

It's as if the hair process
sucks the life out of people.

We have to find
Clover, and we have

to do it before it's too late.

[clock tolling]

Up there.

Of course we'll have to do a
little bungee maneuver first.

Ugh.

Clover!

[gasps] You found me!

Bad hair day, huh?

To say the least,
these people are nuts.

Felicia is growing
our hair so she

can harvest it and
make her wigs, not

to mention billions of dollars.

Hey, I was right, kinda.

It's her hair treatment
that's making us so weak.

We have to get
you out of here.

You better do it fast.

Because once our
hair is big enough,

Felicia's going to
cut it off and dispose

of what's left of us.

[footsteps]

[growling]

[gasps]

Hold it right there.

Hyah!

Got ya.

As if.

Let me go, you jerk!

Ah!

Ha!

Ah!

[growls]

[gulps]

Ah!

[laughs]

Ah!

Uh-oh.

Ah, go, [inaudible].

Well, look who we have here,
our young Swedish friends.

Actually, we're not Swedish.

We're here to stop
your twisted plan.

Too late for that.

I already have all the hair I
want and more, including yours.

All of you who've had
the full hair treatment

will now be taken to
the harvesting room.

Ah!

You have to do something.

Don't worry.

We will.

We have to get
out of these straps

before this stuff
weakens us, too.

No problem.

[laughs]

Yeah, I'd say that definitely
beats the fire axe plan.

It's time to save Clover.

To the harvesting room!

[sighs] If only way we could
figure out how to get there.

Ah!

[gasps]

OK, that totally backfired.

Let's think, how can
we get back up there?

[gasps] Red curtain,
it's an open window.

Clover, Clover, are you there?

Huh?

Yeah, I'm here.

Shouldn't you be
saving me by now?

Uh huh.

Unfortunately, we're outside.

Anyway, are you near a
window with a red curtain?

Yeah, but I won't
be much longer.

Soon it'll be my turn.

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh, ugh!

Let the harvesting begin.

[screaming]

We gotta get up there, now.

Ah!

Oh.

[grunting]

Whoa!

Ugh!

Now that was seriously uncool.

Looks like we'll
need a plan B.

I've got it!

Clover, I know it
sounds crazy, but we

need you to let down your hair
so we can climb up to you.

Her hair?

My hair?

Let it down
through the window.

OK, I'll try.

My friends can save us,
but you have to help me.

[thud]

Oh!

Uh, ow.

Oh, oh no.

[grunting]

She did it.

Just like Rumpelstiltskin.

Uh, Alex, I think
you mean Rapunzel.

Oh.

[grunting]

Too bad Felicia's
treatment is sucking

the life out of you,
Clover, because your hair

is truly amazing.

Whatever.

Can you please just
get through the bars?

Let's get her!

Come on, people.

Move faster.

We have a lot of
hair to harvest.

SAM: Don't even think about it.

Hm.

Ha ha!

[grunts]

Huh!

[grunts]

Toro, toro!

[grunts]

Huh uh.

Ah!

[grunting]

Hm.

Ah!

Hyah!

Ah!

Time to shed a
little light on things.

Yah, ah!

Mm.

Huh?

Ugh!

[laughter]

You annoying brats.

You'll never get away with this.

Look at her, Sammy.

She's totally wigging out on us.

Yeah, she's a
regular "mane"-iac.

How about less of the bad
puns and more of the saving me?

Sorry.

Yah!

Ah!

[gasps]

Oh my gosh.

She's bald.

She's bald, and she's
torturing people who have hair.

Now that's ironic.

Let's wash this disgusting
garbage out of our hair.

One group rinse coming up.

[alarm ringing]

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Yay!

All right!
- Woo!

All right!

[moaning] Oh!

[sniffs] [growls]

Another mission accomplished.

Uh, not quite.

We never figured out
Jerry's surprise party.

Oh no, I totally forgot.

At least I have an excuse, you
know, being abducted and all.

Hello, you had plenty of
time strapped to that chair

to plan the party.

Whatever.

ALEX: [sighs] Oh well, I
guess all we can do now

is stop by and
give him a present.

[music playing]

Happy birthday, Jerry!

[gasp] [laughs] Ah!

So, what do you think?

Well, it's quite
the unexpected treat.

Though, I must admit
the real surprise

is that you even know
when my birthday is.

Well, what do you know.

We surprised him after all.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

Well, we were planning a
surprise party for you, Jer,

but we failed miserably.

Well, that's a relief.

I hate surprises.

You do?

Oh, absolutely.

But only when they're on me.

Cheerio.

Ah!

I get them every time.

[music playing]