04x20 - The Suavest Spy

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[theme music]

[playing music]

[sirens blaring]

[beeping]

Too easy.

[laughs]

SAM: And every year, over 15,000
Beverly Hills' women wash off

a collective 37.4
tons of makeup,

clogging up the city's
entire sewage system.

I can't believe Sam
talked me into wasting

my Saturday hanging out
with a mob of science geeks.

This is a whole other side
of Sam I've never seen before.

And what's with all that
gooey gunk Sam's playing with?

That's the makeup you washed
off your face just last week.

My patented cosmeto-refinery
then reprocesses the discarded

makeup into a super high grade
fuel for Beverly Hills High

to power its own private jet.

[engine whirs]

[crowd gasps]

[applause]

Hooray!

[laughs]

We gave you a 10 for
ingenuity, originality,

and green awareness.

Congratulations to
the first prize winner

of the Beverly Hills
High science fair.

Wow.

This would be so cool if it
wasn't so tragically uncool.

Gee, I don't know what to say.

Um, I wanna thank--

Sammy, we love you!

You're a genius.

My project!

Ew!

I think one of them touched me.

In here.

FANBOYS: Sammy!

Sammy!

Sammy!

Sammy!

There's no way out.

If only we could get WOOHPed.

Whoa.

For once, Jerry's
timing doesn't stink.

Oh, dear you look exhausted.

Busy chasing hotties no doubt.

As if.

More like being
chased by "not"-ies.

Perhaps a special mission
will invigorate you properly.

A special mission?

Your assignment is to
keep an eye on Kyle Katz,

a most devious jewel thief--

so devious, in fact, that
WOOHP never once caught him.

If you've never
heard of him, how

do you know he's a criminal?

Now he's the prime suspect
in countless jewel heists,

but he slipped through
our fingers every time.

I believe, though, he's
up to something again.

According to my
research, Kyle Katz only

works when there's a
new moon and the Earth

is aligned with Venus,
ensuring total darkness.

This astronomical phenomenon
will occur in four short days.

The Earth'll be
aligned with Venus?

Sweet.

My horoscope says that the
perfect time for romance.

Me

I'm afraid romance
is out of the question,

Clover Kyle Katz has
been known to compromise

many a lady's good judgment.

Jerry, we're professionals.

We would never let our
personal feelings interfere

with our jobs, even if--

[gasps]

He's gorgeous.

Now that what I call a hottie.

JERRY: Spies?

Spies.

[spies giggle]

It's time for your gadgets.

Let's stock up for
the stakeouts, spies.

Lipstick microphone
camera, M-ray

contact lenses in
aquamarine-- the stylish

way to see through metal--

and a new multidirectional
magnetic ring.

Kyle's gonna
love me with this--

when I use it to
catch him, I mean.

Oh, dear.

[music playing]

What's Kyle doing?

He's either breaking into
a safe or making dinner.

Making dinner?

Maybe we can nab him for
eating too much junk food.

Junk food?

More like hunk food.

[all sigh]

[phone rings]

[compowder rings]

CLOVER: Another text message?

And another photo.

Thank you for being you, Waldo.

That's the 200th one today.

Oh, now you can see
Waldo's face every time

you use your phone.

Ugh, I wish I'd never
entered that science fair.

Just thinking
about it makes me--

KYLE: Hungry?
[spies exclaim]

You must be starving
sitting out here all night.

For Sam, chocolate chip.

For Clover, WOOHP And for
Alex, all natural bran.

How does he know
our favorites?

Just come on up if
you want anything else.

I can't believe he blew
our cover so quickly.

Mm, but it was so worth it.

No!

Hey!

You got your own, muffin.

It might not be safe.

Kyle would never
try to hurt us.

He's a nice boy who
spends his nights baking.

And tearing up the streets.

[music playing]

It's like he's
challenging us or something.

Don't worry.

I'm up to the challenge.

[spies shout]

[chuckles]

I've chased after
guys before, but this is

taking it to a whole new level.

[truck horn blares]

[spies gasp]

Time for a little
off road spying.

CLOVER: We lost him.

ALEX: Look.

[kyle grunts]

He's into extreme sports.

He's perfect.

But hang gliding at night?

That's like extremely extreme.

[music playing]

[camera clicks]

It looks like
he's taking pics?

He's sh**ting night
photos of Beverly Hills.

He's so artistic.

And hot.

I'd better get a picture.

I'm already getting
surveillance shoots

for WOOHP, Clover.

Hello, this for like
my own personal use.

[sighs]

Status report, spies.

[exclaims]

What are you doing up there?

Following around a totally
cool, totally innocent guy.

Yeah.

He's just out for a
leisurely night of hang

gliding and nature photography.

Maintain your surveillance.

Somehow I think he's
interested in more down there

than just the
California spotted owl.

[music playing]

[bell rings]

ARNOLD: Get your Sammy t-shirts!

Each one comes with
a piece of her award

winning science project.

She's even
beautiful upside down.

All hail, Sam.

All hail, Sam.

All hail, Sam.

Nast.

Your picture is
touching their bodies.

SAM: Arnold, what are you doing?

That is my face.

There she is!

BOYS: All hail, Sam.

All hail, Sam.

Look.

It's the newly crowned
queen of the geek.

Your subjects are calling you.

[laughs]

[spies scream]

So, um, is this like our
new hang out or something?

[compowder rings]

My, this is rather
close quarters.

Tell us about it.

Good news, spies.

Thanks to a tuxedo
rental receipt

spotted in one of
your photos, we've

discovered Katz will be
attending tonight's gala

reception for Georgy
Georgevich, the new ambassador

from Uzbekistan.

Kyle has such
an exciting life.

And I want you
all to be there.

[spies cheer]

I needn't remind
you you're going

there to keep watch on Katz,
not to dance the night away.

Don't worry, Jer.

We are super spies.

Kyle won't even
know we're there.

[music playing]

[chattering]

I am so where I belong.

Anybody see Kyle?

KYLE: May I have this dance?

[spies sigh]

I'd love to.

[music playing]

She is dancing
with a jewel thief.

What a lucky gal.

Oh.

You're such a dance gooder--

I mean, you're
such a good dancer.

Clover, I have
something for you.

For me?

Doesn't she know that
necklace is probably stolen?

I wish he'd steal one for me.

It's the ambassador.

Hmm.

Clover, you are by far
the belle of the ball.

[sighs]

[zapping]

[applause]

Thank you for a lovely dance.

You let him get away?

Yeah.

I wanted to dance with him.

Have you two like
totally lost it?

We're supposed to
be watching him.

I could barely take
my eyes off of him.

You're just jealous
because he didn't pick you.

Wha-- jealous?

Why, because he's
handsome and dashing

and a great dancer and--

I'm the one who
took tango lessons.

That necklace should be mine.

Don't you dare.

Hey, I want it too.

[interposing voices]

[interposing voices]

[spies scream]

Hey.

What's happening, Jer?

Tsk, tsk.

Never in all my years.

You've disgraced yourselves
and WOOHP as well.

Clover.

Thanks, Jer.

Huh?

The necklace.

Oh.

A WOOHP agent
wearing contraband.

I just holding onto
it for safekeeping.

Well, while you were out,
keeping Katz's stolen loot

safe, WOOHP has discovered his
plans for his next big heist,

the great pearl of Uzbekistan.

Hey, that's where
that ambassador's from.

He's taking the great
pearl on a goodwill

tour around the country.

It's presently housed in the
Beverly Hills antiquity center,

which our lab detected Katz was
photographing the other night.

He was planning a
heist the whole time

we were watching him?

Indeed.

And now the ambassador
has reported he's lost

the key to the pearl's safe.

The question is,
how did Katz get

close enough to the
ambassador to steal his key?

There's no way
Kyle stole the key.

I was with him the whole--

[gasps] wait a minute.

My MMR has been activated,
and I didn't activate it.

Oops.

Katz has already stolen
nearly all the most

valuable jewels in the world.

The great pearl of Uzbekistan
is the most precious of all.

If we don't catch him
in the act this time,

we may never get another chance.

[music playing]

The great pearl of Uzbekistan.

Looking for something?

Yes, thanks.

SPIES: Hey!

Why do people keep
taking jewelry from me?

Alex, the key.

[beeping]

It's not working.

SAM: He must've
reprogrammed the lock.

Thanks for the pearl, ladies.

Sorry I jammed the lock,
but it's a lot harder to get

away with people chasing you.

[laughs]

I wouldn't try to get
out if I were you.

Even if you managed to open the
lock, one turn of the handle

will let loose the chains.

But then somebody
has to take the fall.

[laughs]

[spies gasp]

It's too dark in here.

I can't see myself think.

If only we could swing this
safe over to the third story

platform.

Maybe if I use
my multidirectional

magnetic ring--

There's a metal
pillar right there.

[zapping]

[creaking]

Turn it up.

It's not going to hold.

[all gasp]

It worked.

I knew it.

All we need to do now is turn
the tumblers to open the safe.

Maybe if I just
turn it really low.

[tumblers clicking]

It's working.

[beeping]

Jump!

[alarm blares]

Going somewhere?

Like you said, somebody
has to take the fall.

[clover gasps]

I didn't mean that literally.

[all exclaim]

[music playing]

He's turning.

[spies shout]

Come to Clover.

[zapping]

[kyle shouts]

Hey!

Don't you know lead
shoes can slow you down?

Turn that thing off.

OK.

[crash]

Oh.

Uh.

Ladies, you are as clever
as you are beautiful.

What?

Jerry hired me to
challenge you at every level,

and you've passed the test.

We did?

Hooray.

So if you could just help
me up, I'll be on my way.

Hmm.

Sorry, you're going
to have to find

yourself a new dance partner.

[kyle shouts]

[music playing]

So you turned Kyle
Katz's magnetic attraction

against him.

Well done, spies.

Like they say, you can't
judge a book by its cover.

Even a really hot, hunky book.

And to think we almost let
such a jerk come between us.

Girls.

Till we meet again.

[spies gasp]

[siren blares]

[interposing voices]

Teenagers.

[interposing voices]

[music playing]

[bell rings]

[chatter]

Oh, no.

There's a gaggle of
geeks at 12 o'clock.

Just remember, I'm Ingaborg,
the foreign exchange student,

not Sam, queen of the geeks.

FANBOYS: All hail, Priscilla.

All hail, Priscilla.

All hail, Priscilla.

Huh?

Who's Priscilla?

Hey, Sam.

Isn't this great?

Priscilla's t-shirts are selling
out twice as fast as yours.

Who's Priscilla?

Who's Priscilla?

Only the smartest,
brainiest girl around.

She won the state
science fair, the chess

club championship, and the
destructo robot smack down.

And she's beautiful.

[groans]

Hey, it's me,
Sammy, your queen.

I'm really smart, too, remember?

Let me sign your t-shirt.

Please?

FANBOYS: All hail, Priscilla.

All hail, Priscilla.

All hail, Priscilla.

All hail Priscilla.

All hail Priscilla.

All hail Priscilla.

[man laughs]

Forget it!

None of you live
to be a hundred.

Sorry, i am way
outta your league.

Well, hello.

I am like so available.

Huh?

Oh, no.

He-- he thinks I'm a total geek.

This must be what
rejection feels like.

I will never put down another
geek as long as I live.

And you shouldn't either.

Wait!

Come back.