06x14 - Inferior Designer!

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[theme music]

THEME SONG: Sam,
Clover, Alex, whoo!

We arrive in the fashion world.

We are Totally Spies.

Genuine secret agents.

But we never give into fear.

Sam, Clover, Alex, whoo!

We win everyday of the year.

S-P-I-E-S. We are Totally Spies.

Huh?

I am pleased you are
restoring our palace

to its original splendor.

Trust me.

You're in good hands.

Now, if you don't mind,
I think I'll go in

and get a feel for the place.

[gasp]

[scream]

What's happening?

[music playing]

What is it Clover?

Yeah, what's wrong?

Everything.

It's like no matter
what I do today, I just

can't get my fashion groove on.

Pfft.

I'll say.

I mean, that skirt of yours,totally puts the lame in lame.

Keep walking, Mandy.

I'm so not in the
mood for your tude.

Ouch, with a capital o.

I'm afraid I have to agreewith Mandy's critique.

This just isn't a happy
fashion moment, Clover.

If you want to pass the course,you really need to up the wow

factor on the midterm.

When it comes your midterm,which will be a super fab

runway event showcasingeveryone's most fashtabulous

design, I only give out one a.

[gasp]

Oh, I just love a goodcompetition, as in we'll just

see who achieves
fashion greatness

and who's a fashion disaster.

Later, loser.

Grr.

That's it!

There's no way I'm goingto let Mandy out-design me.

It's game on.

Don't worry.

All you have to do iscome up with a great look

for the mid-term
runway, and you'll

totally ace this semester.

Yeah, and put
Mindy in her place.

Hey, check it out.

That's weird.

You know, since there aren'tany windows open in the room.

That's because this
isn't ordinary fabric,

it's WOOHP fabric, which meansit's time to get our spy on.

Hey!

[scream]

Hello, ladies.

So lovely to see you again.

Jerry, this is so not cool.

We have fashion design
midterms coming up

and I need to get an a.

Well, I'd be happy
to help you Clover.

After all, you may have noticedthat I'm quite the fashion bug.

Ugh.

Yeah, maybe in the '70's.

Now stop joking, Jer.

This is serious.

Ahem, very well then.

The sooner you get
going on your mission,

the sooner you can getback to your school work.

So what is our mission, Jer?

It turns out that
several of the world's

most prominent
interior designers

have vanished without a trace.

And it's up to you threeto get to the bottom of it.

Without a trace, huh?

That's not much to go on.

That's why I've
summoned you, girls.

After all, you're the best.

Oh, this is one time when Iwish we were the second best.

And now for your gadgets.

Today we have from the
WOOHP chameleon line,

the amazing chameleon tongue,and some blend-away background

spray.

Neat.

Glad you approve.

We also have the WOOHPfiber analyzing lint brush,

the parasol brick wall, theslice through anything diamond

cowgirl boot spurs, and last,
but not least, the IPPV,

or insanely powerful portablevacuum, helpful in cleaning up

messes both large and small.

Thanks, Jerry.

You're quite welcome.

Now, goodbye, spies,
and good luck.

This is so boss.

I mean, who even knew WOOHPhad non-humans on staff.

I think I'm going
to call him Zeke.

We're getting close
to the Taj Mahal.

According to Ingrid Yardsticksoffice, one of the designers

that disappeared, that's
where she was last seen.

Huh?

Do you think Zeke
ran out of gas?

I don't think so, Alex.

Looks like this is our stop.

Awesome.

Bye, Zeke.

Thanks for the ride.

Oh.

Bye.

Guess I won't be using any ofmy outfit in my midterm design,

after all.

OK spies, time to spreadout and look for clues.

I don't know, Sammy.

This place is huge.

Trying to find a
missing design here

will be like trying to finda hair on Jerry's head.

Maybe not.

I mean, hello, if these don'tscream, missing designer,

I don't know what does?

What's so special abouta random pair of glasses?

They aren't random.

They're incredibly
stylish designer specs.

Whoa, you're right.

The glasses Ingrid's
wearing in the photo Jer

showed us, match these exactly.

Yes.

Come on, girls.

Let's do this.

Oh, great.

Now what?

Guess we'll just
have to bust out

our amazing chameleon tongues.

Kinda cool, yet kinda freaky.

Uh-oh.

I'm losing my stickiness.

Huh?

Phew, close one.

And a gross one.

Are we not a fan of theamazing chameleon tongue?

Whoa, who detonated
the ugly b*mb?

I mean, I'm no design
genius, but I kind of

thought the Taj Mahal
would be a little less

tacky and a little more classy.

Which means someone
must have redesigned it.

You mean, someone like
our missing designer?

I'm not sure, but one
thing's for certain--

she was definitely here.

Her initials are on
this measuring tape.

Hey, what gives?

[screams]

Don't worry.

I've got this.

OK.

Now push off against
the wall, so we can

swing back toward the window.

Nicely done, spies.

Now all we got to do is finda way back down to Earth.

[elephant trumpeting]

Zeke, you're back.

Now, that's what I
call elephantastic.

All right, girls,
time to give Jerry

the 411 on what's happening.

Hmm?

Ingrid's glasses
and measuring tape--

most peculiar, indeed.

Oh, dear, it seems severalmore famous interior designers

have just gone missing.

Uh-oh.

We better go find them.

This is getting out of hand.

CLOVER: I agree.

But first, I need to
use this fancy lip brush

to get these nasty carpetfibers off my spy uni.

Oh my, the fibers
are made from the cells

of the carnivorous
Dionaea muscipula plant,

commonly known as
the Venus flytrap.

The only known source
is from a flooring

warehouse on the easternseaboard of the United States.

Whoa.

Way to find a clue, Clover.

Uh-- my pleasure.

But how does knowingwhere the flytrappy carpet

fibers originated from help us?

Because if we find the source,we might find our villain.

Right, Jer?- It's definitely a possibility.

In fact, it appears
that someone just

bought a ton of this
exact carpeting,

and it's currently beingdelivered to its destination

as we speak.
- Really?

Delivered how?

By semi truck.

If you hang on, I can
have us hovering over

the vehicle in mere moments.

[screams]

This is it, girls.

Happy landing.

[screams]

[phone ringing]

Uh-- oh no, it's
Professor Plunkett

Maybe I should toss my phone.

SAM: You have to
talk to him, Clover.

Remember, your
grade depends on it.

Hello?

Clover, just
checking in to see how

your midterm is coming along?

Remember, I expect amind-blowing extravaganza of

prancing fabric on that runway.

Oh, uh-- hi.

Yeah.

It's uh-- going great,
Professor Plunkett Can

you hear the sewing machine?

I've been working all afternoon.

[screams]

I'm pleased to hear that.

After all, when it comes tofashion, no pain, no gain.

Yep.

I'm definitely feeling the pain.

Thanks for the call.

See you soon.

What now?

It's a text.

From who?

One guess.

Ignore her, Clover.

We've got bigger
issues to deal with.

Yeah.

Did We make it?

Are we here?

[gasps] Now way, we're
at the White House.

I can't believe
I'm saying this,

but how do we avoid being seenby the super cute security

guards at the front door?

A quick hit of
blend-away background

spray should do the trick.

Awesome.

OK.

How cool is this?

This place is so
full of tradition

and awesome presidenty stuff.

Yeah.

But it kind of
begs the question--

why is the president
letting 2000 yards

of tacky sea-foam blue, madewith k*ller plants carpeting,

get delivered here?

Isn't that, like, an
impeachable offense?

I sure hope the kitchen staffkeeps some peanuts on hand.

I've got a real craving tonight.

[music playing]

I want to get the shade
historically correct.

MAGGIE TRENDSET: Don't youworry about that one bit.

Your interior
decorating services

are no longer needed here.

Ha, ha, ha.

Whoever ordered that carpingmust be here to receive it.

The only question is, where?

Guys?

Hold on.

Are you hearing
what I'm hearing?

[laughter]

Sounds like
struggling noises to me.

Either that or
those peanuts aren't

agreeing with the president.

Let's go.

MAGGIE TRENDSET: Like it or not,I'm the new interior designer

on this project.

Now, to give this placethe presidential makeover

it deserves.

Hiya!

Oh no, it happened again.

No need to thank me.

My work is its own reward.

Finally, this building has acutting edge style that will

be the envy of the world over.

And who, exactly, are
you, besides a lady who,

apparently, doesn't
own a mirror?

I'm Maggie Trendset.

You haven't heard of me?

Uh-- now.

I'm, formally, the
most underappreciated

interior designer in the world.

But now, my notoriety
is going global.

So how did you
even get in here?

And the Taj Mahal,
for that matter?

That was easy.

All I had to do was hide withinmy, oh so special, carpeting.

Oh, it's special all right.

But I'm not sure
what you're hoping

to achieve by barging
into places like this

and completely trashing them.

I'd grown tired of beingrejected for design jobs,

so I've decided to force mywork on those who rejected me.

First, the Taj Mahal and theWhite House, now the world.

Let's give Maggie a majorleague makeover, spies.

Yeah.

Let me know how that
works out for you?

Hey, meanie peanie.

Huh?

Whoa.

Hey.

Don't worry, guys.

I'm on it.

Settle in, girls.

Enjoy the scenery.

You'll be here for awhile.

I can't believe
we're being beaten

up by rugs and bean bag chairs.

This has got to be
an all-time low.

Wish me luck.

I've got an entire
world to redesign.

We need to do something.

Sooner or later, Maggie is goingto get around to our dorm room,

and we're going to be thelaughing stock of Mali-U. Wait,

I've got it.

The slice through anythingdiamond cowgirl boot spurs.

Give it a try.

And the sooner, the better.

At least this rug was niceenough to break my fall.

Whew.

Thanks, Clover.

The designer.

Ah!

Ah!

So much for gratitude.

Now let's go lower
the boom on Maggie.

I guess Maggie isn't justan interior designer anymore.

She's graduated to exteriors.

[gasps]

This is nuts.

We better send Jerry
an alert, right away.

Look, it's Maggie.

[laughter]

Let's get her, spies.

Hey, girls.

Don't you just love whatI've done with the place?

As if.

The only space you shouldbe allowed to decorate

is the inside of a jail cell.

Not going to happen.

Clover, we need to turn thisthing around and uncover Sammy.

Quick, run the opposite way.

Thanks, guys.

But look out.

Pink is definitely your color.

[screams]

[laughter]

Ugh OK.

This is ridiculous.

It's time to turn
the tables on Maggie.

My designs are edgy
and dangerous, girls.

I tried to warn you.

The president has nowevacuated the White House.

[music playing]

Mr. President, I cando wonders for your limo.

Let me show you.

ALEX: Step away from
the car, Maggie.

Oh, we're going
to try all right.

Triple-flying
scissor kick, girls.

[screams]

Hiya!

[expl*si*n]

Yes!

In that case, why
don't you check out

my color-wheel throwing stars?

Ha, ha, ha.

Luckily, we've got the parasolbrick wall to help us out.

Way to work the
gadgets, Clover.

Speaking of gadgets-- let'ssee what the IPPV is made of.

Oopsy.

Time to throw in
the trowel, Maggie,

cause your designing
days are donezo.

Wow.

Jerry wasn't kidding.

That's one powerful vacuum.

Ah!

Stop!
No!

No!

You're ruining everything!

Ah!

Double oopsy.

Excellent work, spies.

We'll take Maggie to
the containment facility

where she clearly belongs.

And what about the
other missing designers,

like Ingrid Yardstick?

You'll be happy to hear thatWOOHP has found and freed them.

Another job well done, Jerry.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Happy to be of service.

And thank you too, girls.

Have a nice day.

No way!

OMG.

The president
just spoke to us.

He did, indeed.

Of course, exciting
as it is, this

isn't information
you'll be allowed

to share with your schoolmates.

Oh, no.

With all the spying
we've been doing today,

I haven't had a chanceto work on my assignment.

I'm so going to flunk out
of fashion design class.

Don't worry, Clover.You'll think of something.

Yeah.

And I'm sure whatever
it is, it will be great.

Ooh.

Oh, how interesting.

Yes, very chic.

Now that's how you rock
a sombrero, sister.

OK, people, make way
for the catwalk queen.

Oh!

Just gorgeous, Mandy.

If I was the fashionpolice, I would write you

a ticket for being fabulous.

All right, Clover, this is it.

Now, work it like you mean it.

[gasps] Oh, wow.

Awe.

Ah!

Hmm.

Oh my word, how avant-garde.

In all my years, that
is truly the most

audacious thing I've ever seen.

And I love it!

a, a, a!

Yes.

But that's no fair!

I'm the best!

Yeah, the best at losing.

[laughter]

[screams]

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