02x09 - I Dude

[bunniefuu]

THEME MUSIC: [SINGING] Here we
go, we're getting on the road

till we stop and
then we'll shop.

So one, two, three
now baby, here we 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

and get on with the show.

Here we go, here go, here we go.

As mayor of
Kangaroo Point, it is

my honor to declare
the beautiful Sandollar

Hotel officially open.

[applause]

Huh?

[gasp]

[screaming]

GIRL: Wait till you see
it, it's totally cool.

It sounds kind
of creepy to me.

No, it's not creepy, Sam,
it's hip, new, and futureific.

MECHANICAL VOICE: Eggs and
bacon or pancakes and sausage.

Pancakes.

That is cool.

Huh?

[crying]

Not everyone thinks it's cool.

It looks like Mrs.
Muckle's out of a job.

[crying]

That doesn't seem fair.

[sighing]

Nobody should get
replaced by a machine.

[gasp]

You're right.

There's no justice
in people being

automated into unemployment.

We have to do something
about this, David.

You and me, together.

Like what?

Hum?

Like-- like we'll organize
a letter writing campaign.

Boring.

Boring.

Well how about we
start a petition?

Lame.

Lame.

I've got it, we'll
go on a hunger strike.

That's a great idea.

- It is?
- It is?

Yeah.

A bold move like that will show
everyone how totally committed

we are.

I'll go spread the world.

David is so politically aware.

I don't know,
Sam, a hunger strike

isn't a very healthy idea.

Yeah, not eating is so '90s.

David and I are
saddened by your lack

of enthusiasm for our cause.

[screaming]

[belch]

[screaming]

Hello, ladies.

This better be good,
Jerry, I have a student

revolution to whip up.

Do you ladies know
what a tsunami is?

ALL: Duh.

Excellent.

Well, within the past week,
three of these giant waves--

Giant waves?

Oh, I thought tsunamis were
those little breaded sushi

things with the purple sauce.

[nervous giggling]

Never mind.

In any event, three
of these giant waves

here laid waste to
resort towns in Fiji,

Indonesia, and Australia.

These tsunamis are
clearly unnatural.

And you want to find
out what's creating them.

Exactly.

You'll be getting to the
location of the last tsunami,

Kangaroo Point, Australia.

And now for the gadgets.

Today you'll be
receiving hover boards,

heat sensor 6,000 infrared
motion detector sunglasses,

press on, flick off expl*sive
tip ninja nails [inaudible],,

the thundering thermal
wave hair drier, and last,

but not least, 24 hour
extra power all day

adhesive hair pomade.

Cool.

Oopsie.

[grunting]

Now that's what
I call a firm hold.

Well, I guess we'd
better get going.

Since you've got
your hand full,

I'll just take care
of this for you.

[screaming]

This beach is trashier
than one of Mandy's outfits.

MAN: Wahoo!

MAN: Just that wave!

MAN: Yeah, buddy!

[laughter]

Sounds like someone's
having a good time.

Whoa, check out that guy.

[gasp]

It's Rock.

Does my hair look OK?

Is there anything in my teeth?

Who's Rock?

Only one of the most
awesome pro surfers around.

He's totally amazing.

No one else pulls the
el rollo in conjunction

with the triple
[inaudible] pepperoni?

See?

Hey new babe-alinis.

Here for a major
[inaudible] shes?

Come on, check out the ashes
before the grub gets 86ed.

What?

Oh, he means welcome girls.

Are you here on vacation?

Please help yourself to the
food before it's all gone.

The Vit smell
totally wrecked it.

We just specked out your moves
in the green room, righteous.

Oh, nectar.

You have got to be kidding.

My name is Clever.

The queebies are Alex and Sam.

What are queebies?

I'm Rock.

Anyway, gotta bag crippler
chick, stoked to check it.

Did you hear that?

He called me beautiful
and hopes to see me again.

Hum.

Hello, earth to bimbalini.

That's babe-alini.

Whatever.

We're not here to
date board heads,

we're here to find the cause
of the tsunamis, right Alex?

[scream]

Yeah, totally nectar.

Come on, let's check
for abnormalities.

That's weird.

That hotel registers a
pocket of unusually cold air.

Let's check it out.

It's freezing in here.

I'm turning into a spy-sicle.

[rumbling]

Huh?

What was that?

I didn't hear anything.

[rumbling]

Gross, it's your stomach.

It isn't gross, Alex.

It's the music of
protest, the soundtrack

to my beautiful hunger
strike with David.

[crash]

[groaning]

It's wedged shut.

A little help, please.

[screaming]

Someone must have left
the air conditioning on.

Alex, I'm pretty sure
it's cold because we're

standing next to an iceberg.

Oh.

The tsunami must
have driven it

through the front of the hotel.

Driven it from where?

Good question.

We'll get a sample.

[rumbling]

Hum?

Your stomach again?

No, not this time.

[rumbling]

That can't be good.

Avalanche!

[screaming]

The door is blocked.

[grunting]

That was too cold for comfort.

We better call Jerry.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Enjoying Australia?

I guess you could
say we're chilling out.

We have a sample for the
WOOHP laboratory to analyze.

Figure out where
this ice came from

and we'll pinpoint the
source of the tsunamis.

Excellent.

I'll contact you when
we have the results.

In the meantime, why don't
you head back to school.

You want to be just
in time for lunch.

[rumbling]

Great, I'm starved.

Hum?

I mean, who could think
about food when there's

so much injustice in the world?

[bell ringing]

This place is a ghost town.

Where is everybody?

Hey, there she is.

Fellow students, allow me
to present to you the woman

whose foresight
and dedication made

this hunger strike possible.

Sam.

[cheering]

When word got out, everyone
started supporting the cause

and now you're a hero.

David, I don't
know what to say.

You don't have
to say anything,

the cause speaks for itself.

If Muckle's on the
street, we won't eat.

[CHANTING] If Muckle's on
the street, we won't eat.

That's it, we're
ordering in Thai.

I miss Rock.

Ew, he's not such
a hottie on film.

That's not Rock,
that's Frankie Dude.

He was a big time pro
surfer back in the day.

Hey, check out this story.

It's about the
top five gnarliest

surfing spots of all time.

So?

So number five is in Fiji,
number four is in Indonesia,

and number three is
Kangaroo Point, Australia.

Alex, the tsunamis are
targeting surfing beaches.

Hum?

[gasp]

The next gnarliest is
Kirk's Cove, South Africa.

We've got to get Sam and go.

Kirk's Cove doesn't look
like a surfing Mecca to me.

There's no beach left,
just strip mall-a-palooza.

At least everything's
still standing.

Not for long.

Yay!

Ye haw!

Faster, my mascara's
not water proof.

[screaming]

[barking]
- Help!

Help!

[howling]

Gotcha.

[barking]

Is this what they
mean by hot dog surfing?

[crash]

[yipping]

We're too late.

MAN: Hooray.

[inaudible]

MAN: Yeah buddy.

MAN: You better,
mondo curls, man.

At least the board
heads are happy.

Kirk's Cove is once
again a surfing Mecca.

That's what's going on.

What's going on?

The tsunamis aren't
destroying these beaches,

they're returning them to
their original surf-ability.

Ladies, we've analyzed
that ice sample you found.

Study of the CO2 concentration
and carbon stable isotopes

make it evident
that the ice would

have come from only one
location in the world,

Leuba's Bay, Antarctica.

GIRL: That must be the
source of the tsunamis.

[distant engine]

[splash]

Leuba's Bay, population zero.

We're here.

Good.

I couldn't take the
sound of Sam's stomach

rumbling for much longer.

How many times do
I have to tell you?

David and I are on
a hunger strike.

Whatever.

Whatever.

So, where are all
the baby tsunamis?

Let's check out the cliffs.

Huh?

Pick it up, Sam.

Give me a break, I'm
working on zero fuel, here.

fault is that?

Just let me take a short rest.

[beep]

Huh?

Ugh, we've been isolated.

Ow, ooh, ooh, ow.

At these temperatures, the
ice is as strong as steel.

You could have mentioned
that before I started kicking.

Huh?

Evil beach bunnies?

Huh?

Wax on, wax off.

Frankie Dude.

Who?

From my "Board
Master" magazine.

He wrote the article on
the five gnarliest beaches.

The Dude welcomes
you aboard the Mondo.

You're the one who's
been creating the tsunamis.

Afirm-alicious.

- That means yes.
- Duh.

Duh.

You make tsunamis
just so you can

have better surfing beaches?

Whoa, percept-a-mundo.

You mullet.

The Dude once ruled
those sand path chiquitas.

He was the alpha, ace moon
doggy of the whole [inaudible]..

Then the land sharks
moved in, started

putting hotels and strip malls
over top the gnarliest beaches.

They built breakwaters to
turn the slammers into slop.

Huh?

Big waves into foam.

That is when the
Dude had the accident.

You wiped out against
a newly built pier.

Yes.

The Dude totally scabbed
off his pinky toe

so the mervs of the world could
sip overpriced frappucinos

and watch their toddlers
play in the backwas.

Because of corporate greed,
the Dude is forever fated

to hang nine instead of 10.

Groady.

Groady

How is the Dude
creating his tsunamis?

Using the Mondo's
laser canon, the Dude

carves these mombusaloid chunks
out of the Antarctic ice shelf,

then they crash into the ocean.

Creating an accelerated
ripple effect from which

the tsunamis are formed.

The Dude is sorry that
you'll be missing his most

bodacious victory yet--

a tsunami big enough to
wipe out all of Los Angeles.

Los Angeles?

[shriek]

That's where Beverly Hills is.

And this time, the dude will
be surfing it all the way in.

Beach bunnies, put our
three little grommets

in the tanning bed of doom.

Let us go, you over
[inaudible] sand rabbits.

We've got to get out of here.

Ow.

That's not going to work.

Let's try kicking
out the lights.

[grunting]

So much for my pedicure.

What's that?

I think we're moving.

Begin the firing sequence.

Ow.

Alex, you're on my hair.

It's not my fault, Clover's
fingernails are poking me.

The ninja nails.

Clover, use the ninja nails.

Fine but you're springing
for a new manicure.

Close your eyes, spies.

Too late, stinkies.

[gasp]

It's the laser.

Time to undo the Dude.

Hi-ya.

Let go of me, you
silicone-enhanced freaks.

[grunting]

Time to stick
it to the gidgets.

[grunting]

A little dab will do ya.

You are done
like dinner, Dude.

[growling]

Huh?

You spy-bellinis are noodled.

The Dude is about
to rock your world.

Whoa.

Bye bye, binnies.

Binnies?

Binnies?

I am not a tanless tourist.

[laughter]

Surf's up, way up.

We have to beat the
tsunami back to LA.

Get ready, we're
ripping for the zone.

According to WOOHP's
database, our only hope

to counteract the tsunami is
to create a massive energy

burst in front of the wave.

We can't, the Dude's last shot
drained the laser's battery.

It's emptier than your
hunger-striking stomach.

We're closing
in on the tsunami.

Which does no good
if we can't stop it.

What about the thundering
thermal wave hair dryer?

Is it powerful enough?

It might be if we wired
it to the Mondo's engines.

It's our only hope of saving LA.

[giggling]

The Dude is so the Dude.

Huh?

[gasp]

What is this?

[screaming]

[grunting]

Wire, Alex, wire
like the wind.

Done.

Clover, go.

Wipe out time for the Dude.

If this doesn't
work, we're sushi.

Don't remind me of food.

[screaming]

Excellent dismount.

I'd give him a 9.2.

[screaming]

No!

Whoa, my beach, my waves.

[inaudible]

Marvelous job, ladies.

THE DUDE: No!

We saved LA.

And our mall.

We rule.

Come on, let's get out of here.

We are much too pretty
for this line of work.

I'll be happy if I
never see another surfer

as long as I live.
- Hum?

Crippler chick.

Quiddies.

Rock.

Came to snag the SoCal
action, scope the giganto swell.

Totally hitty.

Is it true tell
about Frankie Dude?

Yep-a-roonie, the Dude
was making the tsunamis.

What a woofie.

Hot vits on the ashes.

Scratch on over and nab a beefy.

Rock is extending
an invitation to--

Have a burger, we get it.

Let's eat.

What about your hunger strike?

You were trying to
save Mrs. Muckle's job?

Starving myself
wasn't saving anyone.

I got a better idea.

[bell ringing]

So, do you miss Rock?

Yes but we were destined
for different paths.

I'm a student and a spy.

His life, his love, and
his lady is the sea.

Nectar.

Hey, babe-a-linis.

Hi, guys.

How'd the peace talks go?

Yeah, everything seems
to be back to normal.

How'd you do that?

Well, let's just
say, Sam convinced me

and the other students
that diplomacy

was a better option
than starvation.

What about Mrs. Muckle being
automated out of her job?

We suggested a compromise to
the cafeteria administration.

[gasp]

Elevated cholesterol,
pre ulcerous conditions,

you'll take a tofu burger.

Technology with a
human touch, I like it.

We work well together, David.

We're perfect for each other.

Like brother and sister.

Brother and sister?

Yeah, oh.

[laughter]

[music playing]