03x11 - Dental? More Like Mental

[bunniefuu]

[music playing]

Who's there?

Get out of my home!

I am calling the
police right now.

And that's what she said, so
I am still on the waiting list

for Mucha's must-have
Exclusack the very bag

Mandy brought school yesterday.

Ouch!

I know.

It's just not fair.

What's wrong, Alex?

Are you in pain?

Yeah I have this
raging toothache.

Luckily it only hurts when
I eat, talk, or breathe.

Excuse me, can we get back
to the real crisis here?

I mean, Mandy only got
the bag because she

bribed the sales clerk.

Personally I would
never stoop so low.

Speaking of stooping, why
is Mandy taking the bus?

For you information, I'm
doing research for a term

paper on public transportation.

So far I give it an F.

The bus or your paper?

Still jealous, huh?

Guess some of us are ExcluSack
people and some of us aren't.

Am I hallucinating
or is that Mandy eating

a Bologna sandwich?

What are you looking at?

It just so happens that I
can't stand cafeteria food.

gives new meaning
to the word grody.

Uh, the cafeteria
food is grody?

She's the one who brought
a Bologna sandwich.

Ow!

At least she can eat.

Alex, your tooth
is probably infected.

you need to see a dentist.

Please, are you kidding?

Last time Alex
went to the dentist

she made a major impression
on the dentist's hand.

What do you expect?

He was the one who stuck
his hand in my mouth.

Hello, kind of the point
of going to the dentist.

OK, this is getting weird.

You see Mandy's sweater?

It's exactly like the one I just
donated to the designer clothes

for the needy charity drive.

You don't think--

Think instead of shopping
on Rodeo Drive, Mandy's

shopping on charity drive?

There's only one
way to be sure.

My sweater has my
initials on it.

You still put your
initials on your clothes?

What are we in kindergarten?

I'll have you know
monogramming is all the rage.

Yep, that is definitely
my old sweater.

First the bus, then the
Bologna sandwich, now this?

Could Mandy be totally broke?

This isn't helping
my toothache!

Since when did WOOHP get taken
over by martial arts robots?

Is that the best you've got?

You hit like girls.

Good afternoon, ladies.

What is with the robot with
a chip on his shoulder, Jer?

You girls really must brush
up on your martial arts skills.

WOOHP's new training robot beat
you in less than 10 seconds.

Sorry we've been too busy
actually saving the world

to practice saving it.

Ow!

You really should see a
dentist about that tooth, Alex.

It's pointless trying
to talk to her, Jer.

We've been telling
her that all day.

Several notable
people have gone

missing in the past two days.

The CEO of a multinational
bank, Mia Hanson,

the actress, and Myra Sokoloff.

Famous ice skater?

The very one.

They disappeared without a
trace, but what's most puzzling

is there doesn't seem to be
any connection between them.

I'm just cross-referencing
them now.

Huh, that's weird.

What's weird?

Jerry's almost right.

There's no connection
between them, except one.

They all go to the same
dentist, a Dr. Logan Jay.

See?

Going to the dentist
was their first mistake.

Today you'll get the wind
tunnel 9000 laser tornado blast

hair dyer, the hologram
projecting mood ring,

and the laser nail file.

Good luck on your
mission, ladies.

Forget it, Jer, we're
not falling for that again.

Don't even think about it
or I'll sell you for parts,

you giant bucket of circuits.

Who exactly did we
change into disguises for?

The rats?

Let's split up,
see what we can find.

Yuck!

Please tell me these were
the befores not the afters.

Wow, Dr. Jay sure had
some famous clients.

Is it my imagination,
or does that rat

sound like it's laughing?

I don't know,
but we better send

the gas to Jerry for analysis.

Something tells me you failed
this part of nursing school.

Great, more toys.

Sam?

Hey, where'd she go?

This is exactly why I
don't go to the dentist!

Even the nurses are crazy.

That's no nurse,
that's Myra Sokoloff.

After three years of
trying to master the luxe,

I'd recognize calf muscles
like that anywhere.

No way out.

Sam's trapped.

Luckily I have the hologram
projecting mood ring.

Hang on, Sam!

Now try to figure out
which Sam is the real one.

Great thinking, Alex.

OK, didn't see
that one coming.

I just hope Sam's OK.

Just watching Myra
chomp through those walls

made my teeth hurt.

Everything makes
your tooth hurt.

Hello, ladies.

The lab is working on the
gas analysis as we speak.

Any updates?

Myra Sokoloff kidnapped Sam.

She must be working for Dr. Jay.

Oh, dear.

Well, let me see what
else I can dig up on him

while you try to find Sam.

We can't track
because she dropped

her x powder in the fight.

I may be able to help there.

$12 is my final offer.

Take it or leave it.

Is Mandy having a yard sale?

Not just any yard sale,
a Beverly Hills yard sale.

If that's not a sign Mandy's
in financial trouble then

I don't know what is.

Mandy's selling her
ExcluSack for $20.

Let's see how low Miss
Desperado will go.

Hey Mandy, I'll give
you $0.50 for the bag.

Please, you know the ExcluSack
is worth a thousand times that!

Are you having some
kind of financial trouble?

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm just getting
rid of a few things

to make room for all the
new fall stuff I've ordered.

Do you want the bag or not?

Mandy!

You're not allowed to
talk to your friends.

That is what being
grounded means.

Grounded?

Please, these are
so not my friends.

No buts, young lady.

You will get your
master platinum back

and your freedom when
those grades improve.

Now, up to your room!

So that explains it.

Mandy's not broke, her
credit's been cut off.

I can't believe I'm going
to say this but, poor Mandy.

That's like majorly
severe punishment.

Thanks for nothing,
Jer, I had my eye

on a rad faux feather boa.

I could have got
it for a quarter

and a pocketful of lint.

Don't ask.

Any news on Sam?

Just what I was trying
to tell you before.

I just launched my new
biorhythm satellite.

I can track Sam's unique
physical signature

anywhere in the world.

It's fully compatible
with your x powders.

Check it out!

Sam's in Paris!

This mission just got
a whole lot cooler.

Oh, except for the
part where our best

friend's been abducted.

Hey!

Where'd Alex go?

Just give me one second to
kick this hunk of metal's butt.

Back to the scrap heap!

Don't feel bad, Alex.

WOOHP made sure
our training robot

was virtually undefeatable.

Every time I'm
kidnapped the bad guy

takes me to some dank hole
in the middle of nowhere.

How come I never get Paris?

Sam is directly below
us in the penthouse suite.

We're gonna have to bungee in.

Ow!
- You know what?

If you don't go to
the dentist soon,

I'm going to bungee that
tooth right out of your mouth.

All right, all right, I'll go.

Hang in there, Clover!

Take Thanks.

Next time, let's
just take the stairs.

Stand back, we're going in.

What are we doing in the
apartment of world-renowned

model Dunston Cruise?

OK, spill.

How do you know that?

Well, there's this completely
ill*gal but completely gnarly

gossip zine that puts out
a celebrity apartments

of the world issue every year.

You should really check it out.

I take it back, you can
bungee my tooth out any time.

I'm never going to
the dentist again!

Don't worry, beautiful
Dunston, we'll rescue you.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Clover!

Quick, un-stick me before
we become hors d'oeuvres!

Hey, aren't you Mia Hanson
from that terrible romantic

comedy, Dude, Where's My Date?

They can't all be
box office smashes.

Way to make the crazy lady
with dentures angry, Clover!

Clover, watch out!

Sam?

We're so glad you're OK.

Better than OK.

I'm great.

I can't see.

I can't see!

I think left the bleach
on a little too long.

Since when does Sam
work for the bad guy?

That's it!

The gas must be controlling
their minds, turning them

into crazed dental assistants.

And the chair must be
changing them physically, giving

them strange oral powers.

There's only one thing worse
than dentists-- orthodontists!

Guess Dunston can say
sayonara to his modeling career.

And we can say sayonara
to our spy careers!

Welcome to my lair.

Your lair?

Is in your old office?

How lame.

Looks like someone
has a cavity.

It really must go, but
it will have to wait.

I have more important
things to do right now.

In my old practice, cosmetic
dentist to the stars,

I could make anyone's
smile picture perfect.

That's all I ever
wanted to do until--

What?

Until what?

It wasn't my
fault. The president

didn't follow my instructions.

He left my patented whitening
solution on too long

and it ate through his teeth.

He had my license revoked.

But now I'm back for revenge.

Always with the revenge.

Soon everyone in
the entire world

will be dental freaks
under my control.

To the chopper!

Luckily I'm here to
finish what Dr. Jay started.

This should make
you nice and sleepy.

I feel woozy.

If only I had the
laser nail file.

I don't know what
she put up my nose,

but my tooth feels way better.

Hello, a little help here?

I'm beginning to hate
dentists as much as you.

What do we do about Sam?

That should hold her
while we call Jerry.

Girls, the gas
analysis is complete.

It's a modified laughing gas
capable of controlling minds.

OK, as far as updates go, that
one's about a week or two late,

Jer.

Is there an antidote?

I'll send it
through right away.

Where am I?

What's going on?

And more importantly,
why am I hogtied

on this nasty, dirty floor?

We'll explain later.

Right now we have
to stop Dr. Jay.

He already has a 20
minute head start.

- Then use this!
- Cool.

Thanks, Jer.

Any sign of Dr. Jay yet?

Not yet, but I'm
betting he doesn't

exactly want to be found.

There he is!

He's a thousand feet down,
almost directly below us.

That's some fancy flying, Sam!

Get them!

Looks like we got company.

Hang on, girls.

I'm taking these dental
freaks for a ride.

Forget them, Sam, we
have to bail out now!

Just tell me when do
I get to rescue people

from a nice day at the spa!

Happy landings!

It's OK, girls,
this one's mine.

No more machines are gonna
get the better of Alex today.

Way to show the
chair who's boss, Alex.

Alex.

What is she doing?

That's the thing about
technology -- it always

comes with an off switch.

Wait, if he's in here, then
who's flying the chopper?

I'm gonna have to say no one!

Clover, you man the
controls, Alex and I

will take care of Dr. Jay.

I'm on it!

Not so fast, Dr. Jay.

Impressive Impressive
moves, ladies.

Looks like our new training
robot paid off after all.

And thanks for curing
my toothache, Dr. Jay.

Whatever was in that
anaesthesia really worked!

I'm really glad I'm no longer
blinding people with my smile,

but I wish they'd shrink back
to normal size a little quicker.

This bag once again
restores my status

as the undisputed
fashionista of Beverly Hills.

Though I do feel kind of bad
that it only cost me $0.50.

You could always pay
Mandy what it worth?

Hello, who said anything
about feeling that bad?

I passed my chemistry midterm!

Welcome back, master platinum!

Oh, and thanks for taking
that tacky thing off my hands.

I just ordered Mucha's
new AristoSack.

It should be here any minute
via mega hyper express mail.

Oh, here it is now!

But the AristoSack
isn't even supposed

to be out until next season!

It's just not fair.

Look at the bright side, you
have one thing Mandy will never

be able to buy: real friends.

You're right.

You guys are the best.

As a rule, teenage
girls are most perplexing,

but I truly don't
understand Alex at all.

I've seen her face evil head
on, leap from supersonic jets,

and even step between
Clover and Mandy

when things get out of
control, but the first mention

of a dentist and she flees.

I reckon she's being
completely irrational.

Speaking of which, Jerry,
isn't it time for your check

up?