Totally Spies! (2001–2014): Season 1, Episode 15 - Wild Styles - full transcript
♪ 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, 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 get on with the show ♪
♪ Here we go, here we go ♪
♪ Here we go ♪
(passengers laughing and playing)
(pinging)
Captain, sir, I think you'd
better take a look at this.
Holy monkfish!
(horn blares)
(panicked screams)
- (boys grunt)
- Hey, Sammy!
Hey, Alex! Where's Clover?
She said something about going
shoe shopping before school.
- Hey, girls!
- (they shriek)
- Wow.
- Hey, Clover.
- ALEX: New shoes?
- Like 'em? They're inflatable!
Yeah, they're great...
if you're a circus clown! (laughs)
We'll see who's laughing
when the super-tall, super-hot
super star player of Bev High basketball
asks yours truly on a date!
You know he only dates tall women.
Shoulda known this was about a boy!
(school bell rings)
CLOVER: Hey, Ma... (squeals)
- Oh, my gosh! Max? Max?
- (groans)
You really know how to knock a guy
off his feet, Clover! (laughs)
- What am I gonna do, girls?
- (they scream)
Who was that giant woman?!
(they scream)
Good morning, ladies.
Did you find the tram ride enjoyable?
Oh, yeah. My eyeballs
needed a good blow dry!
JERRY: Yesterday afternoon,
the luxury cruise liner Juliet
disappeared in the Mediterranean Sea
with 200 passengers on board.
It vanished from radar:
a complete mystery.
And it's our job to solve that mystery
and find the missing passengers?
Precisely. Now, let's have
a look at the gadgets, shall we?
AquaLips waterproof lipstick,
also state of the art scuba gear;
ScanMan 9000 portable radio
and radar scanner.
Ice Queen perfume,
a concentrated freezing agent...
Perfect for cooling off a hot date?
Or stopping an attacker in their tracks.
Next, we have Cyber-Jacker sunglasses
that automatically hack into
any computer system.
And finally, you'll be getting
a brand new RASH.
A rash?!
But my make-up's hypoallergenic!
R-A-S-H, Clover: Rocket-powered
Amphibious Stealth Hydrofoil,
which you can remote control
with this diamond ring.
So here's the ring, where's the boat?
JERRY: You're sitting in it.
(they shriek)
ALL: Whoa!
The autopilot will take you
to the ship's last coordinates.
Begin your investigation there.
- And Clover...?
- Yeah, Jer?
Would you please take off
those ridiculous shoes!
(they chuckle)
SAM: According to the GPS, this is
the spot where the Juliet disappeared.
Juliet! Juliet!
Wherefore art thou, Juliet?
ALEX: Jerry was right, Sam. There's
no sign of a cruise ship on the radar.
But freaky! There's an island nearby
that's not on the map!
Not on the map?
I bet it's an exclusive spa!
We should definitely check it out!
Or we could just stay here
and enjoy the Jacuzzi!
(they scream)
This is no Jacuzzi, it's more like a...
ALL: Whirlpool!
(they scream)
Hang on!
- We need more power!
- Don't! That's the brakes!
SAM: The AquaLips!
And in the event of a whirlpool,
Clover's shoes may be used
as a flotation device.
Question is, what caused the whirlpool?
That tunnel leads towards
the uncharted island.
A good swim will tone our calves.
CLOVER: Hey, wait up!
These boots weren't made for swimming!
- Bleuch!
- So much for your tropical spa theory.
Yeah, it doesn't look
like anyone even lives here.
- MAN: I do.
- ALL: Ah!
Forgive me,
I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'm not used to visitors on my island.
I'm a fisherman. Name's Troad.
Oh.
We're looking for a missing cruise ship.
And there's a tunnel leading
from the crime scene to "your" island.
You haven't seen, like, 200 people
wandering around in Hawaiian shirts
looking kinda lost, have you?
Afraid not; and that "tunnel" is just
an abandoned oil pipeline.
I'm sorry, ladies,
but your missing ship isn't here.
Well, thanks anyway, Mr. Troad. Mind if
we have a look around before we go?
Suit yourself.
- We've got company.
- WOMAN: Then get rid of them.
Whoa. What kind of creature
leaves a print like that?
I don't know, but I bet
the WOOHP computer does.
Hey, Jerry. No missing passengers yet,
but we found this freaky footprint.
I'm sending a scan
for computer analysis.
And in just one moment I'll tell you.
Oh, that's odd. The print doesn't
belong to any known species of animal.
Ah! Ew! Bug!
Well, other than
a weird little fisherman
and some unknown species of animal,
I'd say this island's deserted.
One thing's for sure: there's no spa.
Looks like you need
a little spa treatment.
Those eyebrows are looking pretty bushy.
Whoa! When's the last time you waxed?!
What are you talking... (gasps)
(they scream)
Wait! I can't run in these shoes!
(animal snarls)
(snarls)
Sam! Alex! Climb the trees!
It's totally safe up...
- (hisses)
- (screams)
- Uh-oh.
- (creatures growl)
(screams)
Whoa! Ever heard of breath mints?!
(rock music plays)
(they scream)
I guess not all types of music
soothe the savage beast.
But they looked almost human.
What kind of beasts were they?
The kind that wear cheap jewelry?
SAM: Oh!
That's the Juliet Cruise Lines logo!
Must have belonged to
a member of the crew.
- (squeals)
- Ya know...
I think those freak-shows
may be the passengers!
But that's impossible! How could...
ALEX: Clover!
OK! I need to wax! I get it!
(screams)
Whatever happened to those passengers...
...is happening to me!
But how? And how come
it's only affecting Clover?
Ew! Bug!
The bug bite!
What kind of stupid bug bite turns
people into... poorly groomed weirdoes?!
This kind...
A dart-thingy!? Ew! It was nasty enough
when I thought it was just a bug!
- (fabric rips)
- Since we're on his island,
I'm guessing that Troad guy's
the one who fired it.
Then let's hurry up and kick his butt!
I mean, look what his freak-serum did
to my new shoes!
CLOVER: There is a tropical spa!
See, my spa-sense never lies.
Looks like it's been abandoned
for years.
Ow!
If it's so abandoned,
what's with the electric fence?
It's getting cold out here...
Wanna go inside and do a little spying?
Spoken like a true Ice Queen.
OK, this spa needs a decorator,
cos I'm not getting that
soothing and natural vibe.
SAM: Whatever this guy's up to,
it is not good.
Whatever he's up to,
it's probably on his hard drive.
SAM: Whoa! The serum re-engineers
homo-sapien DNA
to include genetic patterns
from outside the species!
And that means...?
The bad guys are making
half-human animals. But why?
Shortage of new exhibits
at the local zoo?
I'm hungry: how about we talk
about this over a tasty saucer of milk?
- TROAD: I already infected one of them.
- Shh! Company!
The other two will be next!
That's Helga Von Guggen!
- The famous fashion designer?
- She's the one behind this?!
No way! She must be fish-man's hostage.
No icon of the fashion industry
could ever commit a crime.
One isn't good enough, Troad!
Those spies are a danger to my plans!
I didn't go to the trouble of
engineering a mutation formula
and transforming a boat-load of people
simply for my own amusement!
- Then why did she do it?
- Ah... ah...
- What's wrong?
- I'm allergic to cats!
- Sorry!
- (sneezes)
What! Capture the intruders!
- Take your best shot.
- (hisses)
- Good shot...
- Meow!
SAM: You'll never get away with this!
Yeah! By the way, what exactly
are you trying to get away with?
Since you're about to be part of
my experiment, I suppose I can tell you.
Fur, ladies. My hybrid creations will
become the world's first form-fitting,
seamless fur coats,
made without a single stitch.
- Ew!
- Gross!
It won't seem "gross" when my Fabulous
Fur line has made me insanely rich!
Like it?
It's genuine lawyer!
You're gonna need that lawyer
when we get finished with you.
Au contraire!
It is I who will be finished with you.
Once my lotion treatment has softened
you up, Troad will add the serum.
Since we're short on time,
you'll be getting an overdose.
HELGA:
If you survive the transformation,
you can join your friend here
at my processing factory in Milan.
- "Processing?!"
- Fully-automated.
I need 200 coats in time for
next week's fashion show,
so I can make millions... fast.
- (snarls)
- By the way, if everything goes well,
you three are going to be
the centerpiece of my new fall line!
We gotta get outta here. I do not
want to wind up an accessory!
Speaking of accessories,
yours is blinding me!
SAM: (gasps) The RASH!
Never thought I'd be glad to have one.
- SAM: See anything?
- We must be out of range.
If the passengers came to
the island through that whirlpool...
...then so did our boat!
SAM: So if I can re-wire the transceiver
to extend its range...
(engine starts)
(beeping)
You did it!
But I can't reach the controls.
Just tell me when to turn.
(beeping)
ALEX: Left! Left!
Turning! Turning!
You girls ready to get wild?
(yells)
Hey! Lemme out! (yells)
Do I have a clear shot?
Creepy part aside,
this was pretty good for our skin!
Hel-lo?! Clover in danger:
no time to web-surf!
SAM: I'm using Helga's research
to engineer an anti-serum!
We have to get this to Clover
and the passengers.
So we can turn them back into people
before Helga turns them into
fashion statements.
TROAD: Hey! Let me out.
Excellent! My automated coat-making
machine will have every last garment
ready by morning.
(frightened yowl)
Patience, pretty kitty.
I promise you'll be the first in line.
Coulda used this stealth mode
when stinky Bobby Roberti
was trying to ask me to spring formal.
Huh?
Thanks for the kicks, boys.
We've got to find some way to get
this anti-serum to all the passengers
- before it's too late.
- Simple.
We load it into the sprinkler system,
pull the fire alarm and voilà,
anti-serum showers for everybody!
Ready for a fire drill?
- Freeze!
- (they yelp)
- Uh-oh!
- How 'bout you guys do the freezing?
Aw! I liked that stuff!
(shrieks)
Let me go!
This can't be good.
I know you wanted to go first,
my dear,
but your friends were just so pushy.
(laughs)
Sammy! Your stupid gadget
is poking me in the hip!
SAM: The ScanMan! We're saved!
Yeah, a good radar sweep'll
fix everything!
Not radar... radio!
(rock music plays)
What?! What's going on! No!
- HELGA: Protect me!
- HENCHMAN: Run!
SAM: Before you eat,
how about a little juice?
(electricity crackles)
- (fire alarm)
- There's our fire.
And there's our anti-serum fire alarm.
Careful! This a vat is full of
my mutation formula! Don't!
(she shrieks)
(passengers cheer)
I'm me again! Hello, clawless feet!
Hello, delicate, freshly-waxed eyebrows!
Excellent work, girls. Looks like
you've got everyone back to normal.
Well, almost everyone...
(hideous howl)
Hey, girls! Like my old shoes?
So it's "goodbye super boots," huh?
Does this mean "goodbye Max" too?
If Max and I are meant to be,
he should like me for who I am,
shortness and all.
Hey, Clover, ready to watch and learn?
- Hi, Max.
- Huh?
- (yells)
- (she exclaims)
- (trembles)
- Max, are you alright?
Yeah, it's just ever since I got decked
by this giant woman,
I'm freaked by tall girls.
From now on, I'm only dating girls
who are... right about your size.
Oh, really...?
- (seethes)
- (they laugh)
on the road till we stop ♪
♪ And then we'll shop ♪
♪ So one, two, three 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 get on with the show ♪
♪ Here we go, here we go ♪
♪ Here we go ♪
(passengers laughing and playing)
(pinging)
Captain, sir, I think you'd
better take a look at this.
Holy monkfish!
(horn blares)
(panicked screams)
- (boys grunt)
- Hey, Sammy!
Hey, Alex! Where's Clover?
She said something about going
shoe shopping before school.
- Hey, girls!
- (they shriek)
- Wow.
- Hey, Clover.
- ALEX: New shoes?
- Like 'em? They're inflatable!
Yeah, they're great...
if you're a circus clown! (laughs)
We'll see who's laughing
when the super-tall, super-hot
super star player of Bev High basketball
asks yours truly on a date!
You know he only dates tall women.
Shoulda known this was about a boy!
(school bell rings)
CLOVER: Hey, Ma... (squeals)
- Oh, my gosh! Max? Max?
- (groans)
You really know how to knock a guy
off his feet, Clover! (laughs)
- What am I gonna do, girls?
- (they scream)
Who was that giant woman?!
(they scream)
Good morning, ladies.
Did you find the tram ride enjoyable?
Oh, yeah. My eyeballs
needed a good blow dry!
JERRY: Yesterday afternoon,
the luxury cruise liner Juliet
disappeared in the Mediterranean Sea
with 200 passengers on board.
It vanished from radar:
a complete mystery.
And it's our job to solve that mystery
and find the missing passengers?
Precisely. Now, let's have
a look at the gadgets, shall we?
AquaLips waterproof lipstick,
also state of the art scuba gear;
ScanMan 9000 portable radio
and radar scanner.
Ice Queen perfume,
a concentrated freezing agent...
Perfect for cooling off a hot date?
Or stopping an attacker in their tracks.
Next, we have Cyber-Jacker sunglasses
that automatically hack into
any computer system.
And finally, you'll be getting
a brand new RASH.
A rash?!
But my make-up's hypoallergenic!
R-A-S-H, Clover: Rocket-powered
Amphibious Stealth Hydrofoil,
which you can remote control
with this diamond ring.
So here's the ring, where's the boat?
JERRY: You're sitting in it.
(they shriek)
ALL: Whoa!
The autopilot will take you
to the ship's last coordinates.
Begin your investigation there.
- And Clover...?
- Yeah, Jer?
Would you please take off
those ridiculous shoes!
(they chuckle)
SAM: According to the GPS, this is
the spot where the Juliet disappeared.
Juliet! Juliet!
Wherefore art thou, Juliet?
ALEX: Jerry was right, Sam. There's
no sign of a cruise ship on the radar.
But freaky! There's an island nearby
that's not on the map!
Not on the map?
I bet it's an exclusive spa!
We should definitely check it out!
Or we could just stay here
and enjoy the Jacuzzi!
(they scream)
This is no Jacuzzi, it's more like a...
ALL: Whirlpool!
(they scream)
Hang on!
- We need more power!
- Don't! That's the brakes!
SAM: The AquaLips!
And in the event of a whirlpool,
Clover's shoes may be used
as a flotation device.
Question is, what caused the whirlpool?
That tunnel leads towards
the uncharted island.
A good swim will tone our calves.
CLOVER: Hey, wait up!
These boots weren't made for swimming!
- Bleuch!
- So much for your tropical spa theory.
Yeah, it doesn't look
like anyone even lives here.
- MAN: I do.
- ALL: Ah!
Forgive me,
I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'm not used to visitors on my island.
I'm a fisherman. Name's Troad.
Oh.
We're looking for a missing cruise ship.
And there's a tunnel leading
from the crime scene to "your" island.
You haven't seen, like, 200 people
wandering around in Hawaiian shirts
looking kinda lost, have you?
Afraid not; and that "tunnel" is just
an abandoned oil pipeline.
I'm sorry, ladies,
but your missing ship isn't here.
Well, thanks anyway, Mr. Troad. Mind if
we have a look around before we go?
Suit yourself.
- We've got company.
- WOMAN: Then get rid of them.
Whoa. What kind of creature
leaves a print like that?
I don't know, but I bet
the WOOHP computer does.
Hey, Jerry. No missing passengers yet,
but we found this freaky footprint.
I'm sending a scan
for computer analysis.
And in just one moment I'll tell you.
Oh, that's odd. The print doesn't
belong to any known species of animal.
Ah! Ew! Bug!
Well, other than
a weird little fisherman
and some unknown species of animal,
I'd say this island's deserted.
One thing's for sure: there's no spa.
Looks like you need
a little spa treatment.
Those eyebrows are looking pretty bushy.
Whoa! When's the last time you waxed?!
What are you talking... (gasps)
(they scream)
Wait! I can't run in these shoes!
(animal snarls)
(snarls)
Sam! Alex! Climb the trees!
It's totally safe up...
- (hisses)
- (screams)
- Uh-oh.
- (creatures growl)
(screams)
Whoa! Ever heard of breath mints?!
(rock music plays)
(they scream)
I guess not all types of music
soothe the savage beast.
But they looked almost human.
What kind of beasts were they?
The kind that wear cheap jewelry?
SAM: Oh!
That's the Juliet Cruise Lines logo!
Must have belonged to
a member of the crew.
- (squeals)
- Ya know...
I think those freak-shows
may be the passengers!
But that's impossible! How could...
ALEX: Clover!
OK! I need to wax! I get it!
(screams)
Whatever happened to those passengers...
...is happening to me!
But how? And how come
it's only affecting Clover?
Ew! Bug!
The bug bite!
What kind of stupid bug bite turns
people into... poorly groomed weirdoes?!
This kind...
A dart-thingy!? Ew! It was nasty enough
when I thought it was just a bug!
- (fabric rips)
- Since we're on his island,
I'm guessing that Troad guy's
the one who fired it.
Then let's hurry up and kick his butt!
I mean, look what his freak-serum did
to my new shoes!
CLOVER: There is a tropical spa!
See, my spa-sense never lies.
Looks like it's been abandoned
for years.
Ow!
If it's so abandoned,
what's with the electric fence?
It's getting cold out here...
Wanna go inside and do a little spying?
Spoken like a true Ice Queen.
OK, this spa needs a decorator,
cos I'm not getting that
soothing and natural vibe.
SAM: Whatever this guy's up to,
it is not good.
Whatever he's up to,
it's probably on his hard drive.
SAM: Whoa! The serum re-engineers
homo-sapien DNA
to include genetic patterns
from outside the species!
And that means...?
The bad guys are making
half-human animals. But why?
Shortage of new exhibits
at the local zoo?
I'm hungry: how about we talk
about this over a tasty saucer of milk?
- TROAD: I already infected one of them.
- Shh! Company!
The other two will be next!
That's Helga Von Guggen!
- The famous fashion designer?
- She's the one behind this?!
No way! She must be fish-man's hostage.
No icon of the fashion industry
could ever commit a crime.
One isn't good enough, Troad!
Those spies are a danger to my plans!
I didn't go to the trouble of
engineering a mutation formula
and transforming a boat-load of people
simply for my own amusement!
- Then why did she do it?
- Ah... ah...
- What's wrong?
- I'm allergic to cats!
- Sorry!
- (sneezes)
What! Capture the intruders!
- Take your best shot.
- (hisses)
- Good shot...
- Meow!
SAM: You'll never get away with this!
Yeah! By the way, what exactly
are you trying to get away with?
Since you're about to be part of
my experiment, I suppose I can tell you.
Fur, ladies. My hybrid creations will
become the world's first form-fitting,
seamless fur coats,
made without a single stitch.
- Ew!
- Gross!
It won't seem "gross" when my Fabulous
Fur line has made me insanely rich!
Like it?
It's genuine lawyer!
You're gonna need that lawyer
when we get finished with you.
Au contraire!
It is I who will be finished with you.
Once my lotion treatment has softened
you up, Troad will add the serum.
Since we're short on time,
you'll be getting an overdose.
HELGA:
If you survive the transformation,
you can join your friend here
at my processing factory in Milan.
- "Processing?!"
- Fully-automated.
I need 200 coats in time for
next week's fashion show,
so I can make millions... fast.
- (snarls)
- By the way, if everything goes well,
you three are going to be
the centerpiece of my new fall line!
We gotta get outta here. I do not
want to wind up an accessory!
Speaking of accessories,
yours is blinding me!
SAM: (gasps) The RASH!
Never thought I'd be glad to have one.
- SAM: See anything?
- We must be out of range.
If the passengers came to
the island through that whirlpool...
...then so did our boat!
SAM: So if I can re-wire the transceiver
to extend its range...
(engine starts)
(beeping)
You did it!
But I can't reach the controls.
Just tell me when to turn.
(beeping)
ALEX: Left! Left!
Turning! Turning!
You girls ready to get wild?
(yells)
Hey! Lemme out! (yells)
Do I have a clear shot?
Creepy part aside,
this was pretty good for our skin!
Hel-lo?! Clover in danger:
no time to web-surf!
SAM: I'm using Helga's research
to engineer an anti-serum!
We have to get this to Clover
and the passengers.
So we can turn them back into people
before Helga turns them into
fashion statements.
TROAD: Hey! Let me out.
Excellent! My automated coat-making
machine will have every last garment
ready by morning.
(frightened yowl)
Patience, pretty kitty.
I promise you'll be the first in line.
Coulda used this stealth mode
when stinky Bobby Roberti
was trying to ask me to spring formal.
Huh?
Thanks for the kicks, boys.
We've got to find some way to get
this anti-serum to all the passengers
- before it's too late.
- Simple.
We load it into the sprinkler system,
pull the fire alarm and voilà,
anti-serum showers for everybody!
Ready for a fire drill?
- Freeze!
- (they yelp)
- Uh-oh!
- How 'bout you guys do the freezing?
Aw! I liked that stuff!
(shrieks)
Let me go!
This can't be good.
I know you wanted to go first,
my dear,
but your friends were just so pushy.
(laughs)
Sammy! Your stupid gadget
is poking me in the hip!
SAM: The ScanMan! We're saved!
Yeah, a good radar sweep'll
fix everything!
Not radar... radio!
(rock music plays)
What?! What's going on! No!
- HELGA: Protect me!
- HENCHMAN: Run!
SAM: Before you eat,
how about a little juice?
(electricity crackles)
- (fire alarm)
- There's our fire.
And there's our anti-serum fire alarm.
Careful! This a vat is full of
my mutation formula! Don't!
(she shrieks)
(passengers cheer)
I'm me again! Hello, clawless feet!
Hello, delicate, freshly-waxed eyebrows!
Excellent work, girls. Looks like
you've got everyone back to normal.
Well, almost everyone...
(hideous howl)
Hey, girls! Like my old shoes?
So it's "goodbye super boots," huh?
Does this mean "goodbye Max" too?
If Max and I are meant to be,
he should like me for who I am,
shortness and all.
Hey, Clover, ready to watch and learn?
- Hi, Max.
- Huh?
- (yells)
- (she exclaims)
- (trembles)
- Max, are you alright?
Yeah, it's just ever since I got decked
by this giant woman,
I'm freaked by tall girls.
From now on, I'm only dating girls
who are... right about your size.
Oh, really...?
- (seethes)
- (they laugh)