Totally Spies! (2001–2014): Season 1, Episode 22 - Soul Collector - full transcript
In one of the American schools is something strange. Students of this institution invariably became winners of a variety of events, and then suddenly for unknown reasons, they demonstrate ...
♪ 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 ♪
(school bell rings)
So, there's three seconds left
on the clock and swoosh!
Right through the net.
It was totally awesome. Then...
Zachary Williams, please report to
the principal's office.
- (all exclaim)
- You're in so much trouble!
Hey, no problemo. Principal probably
wants to put a statue of me in the gym.
(whistles)
No! (screaming)
(school bell rings)
Check it out! The First Annual Beverly
Hills Youth Spirit Awards is looking for
contestants who typify youthful
enthusiasm, ambition and optimism.
That is so you, Sammy.
I wish I could be more optimistic
about what they're serving for lunch.
Fiber, riboflavin and vitamins.
Everything developing gals need
to grow fit and healthy.
Ugh. I'm starting to think fit and
healthy is over-rated, Mrs Muckle.
Please tell me you're not entering
the contest that I'm gonna win.
I have just as much chance as you.
FYI, this award goes to someone
who best exhibits youthfulness.
You're better suited to enter
the Senior Olympics.
Puh-lease, Mandy. Sam's got twice
as much youthful... youth as you!
Whatever. I'm just trying to
save her from total embarrassment.
After all, she's the one with gray hair.
Gray hair?
Of course, if you get one, you're
sure to get another and another...
Yeah, right.
But I'm just going to check anyway.
I guess it's not so bad.
Gray hair is distinguishing, right?
Totally. I mean, what's the big deal?
It's just one gray hair.
- I can't believe I said that.
- I'll just get rid of it.
Don't pluck it!
Five more will grow in its place!
- I thought you said it was no big deal.
- One hair is no big deal.
- Five is an irreversible trend.
- I don't even want one.
Oh, now see what you've done, Clover?
Better tell her about our surprise.
Oh, yeah! This will cheer you up.
ALEX:
Front-row seats to Happy Fun Fellas.
How did you get those?!
That concert's sold out!
The manager of the arena has a cousin
who lives next door to the best friend
of a man who married a childhood
classmate of the mother of a guy I know.
- I flirted and he got me the tickets.
- I guess it really is who you know.
Anyway, we can't go to the concert if
you're crying about your hair, can we?
I guess not. Thanks, Clover.
(they scream)
- So glad you could breeze through.
- As if we had a choice.
Let's cut to the chase.
Oceanside Middle School is known
for its superior athletic programs.
Their teams have won championships
for years. Suddenly they're losing.
Wow. They don't look like
they'd win a knitting championship.
I want you girls to investigate
this strange shift in the student body.
Sam, you'll pose as a history teacher.
Alex, you'll be a gymnastics coach.
- And Clover, you'll be a lunch lady.
- As if! Try again, Jer.
You could always go undercover
as a janitor or a trigonometry teacher.
On second thought, where's my hairnet?
Now on to the gadgets.
Hoop earring communicators,
expandable cable bungee belts, Velcro
band 3D body analyzer wristwatch.
- (laughter)
- ALEX: That tickles.
And finally, DNA scanner sunglasses,
a butterfly laser emitting pendant
and a multi-purpose army knife.
You never know.
How long will this job take?We're going
to a Happy Fun Fellas concert on Friday!
Well, then I guess we'd better
get you started immediately.
(they scream)
This is ridiculous. Who'd ever
believe I could pass as a lunch lady?
Hey, lunch lady.
What's on the menu today?
- (cat-like growl)
- (kid screams)
Let's take our undercover positions
before the rest of the kids show up.
(blows whistle)
OK, team, that was really... slow.
Let's hit the showers!
- Alright, everybody out!
- But we just started.
It's not like you worked up a sweat
out there.
Wow, their DNA has been changed.
It's like they have the genetic traits
of someone in their eighties.
(school bell rings)
OK, class, today we're going to
learn about the Cold War.
I need a volunteer
to be the Soviet Union.
OK, I'll volunteer someone.
How about you?
- Uh... Theodore?
- Oh, wonderful!
May I say it is indeed an honor
and a privilege to participate
- in such a lively classroom endeavor...
- Bravo, you go!
Stand over there. I'm gonna
need some satellite nations.
You be Yugoslavia.
How about you as Czechoslovakia?
Everybody come and face the blackboard.
But why?
Because you're the Berlin Wall.
Everybody close your eyes to simulate
night time. You too, Theodore.
- But I'm the Soviet Union.
- You're taking a nap!
(snoring)
Weird.
Glandular function slowing down.
Mental alertness dangerously low.
Small contusions on their foreheads.
Energy and vitality levels...
Hm, not that bad.
OK, maybe I was wrong about that.
- What'll you have?
- Prunes, please.
- How about some ice cream? Or cake?
- No. I'd better stick with the prunes.
- How about you?
- Prunes also, please.
And if you have anything else
easy to chew, that would be great.
Easy to chew?
You've got a head full of strong teeth!
Yeah, those were the days.
OK, is it me, or are these kids
about as lively as sloths?
It's like they've all had
life-o-suction.
We've got to figure out
who's behind this.
Darn kids, making messes everywhere
they go. Snot-nosed good for nothings.
OK, I think we've just found
our number one suspect.
Look! That teacher is
turning a kid into a zombie!
- Oh, no you don't!
- What do you think you're doing?!
Stopping you from
stealing this student's youth.
I was only showing the lad
that he got an A+ on his science test.
I never got an A+ before.
Gosh, thanks, Mrs Kelleher!
We are so sorry.
I don't recall seeing you
at this school before.
Um... we're part of
the school district's
substitute gym teacher/history
teacher/lunch lady program! Gotta go!
Yeah!
Here's the copies you needed,
collated and alphabetized.
I also got these
to brighten up your room.
Thank you, Theodore, they're beautiful.
You're a nice kid.
- Why don't you go and play?
- I would but my friends are boring.
They just talk about
their aches and pains.
Don't you have anything else
that needs to be done?
OK... How about distributing
these memos to all classrooms?
Great. Thanks!
- (whooshing)
- (gasps)
(gasps)
(screams)
No! Please! Don't!
Ooh, a pep rally!
I love these school events.
- They're so full of energy.
- Thus, the term "pep" rally.
Theodore, what's the matter?
Guys, this is really serious.
Spread out
and look for anyone suspicious.
As you all know, this weekend is
Oceanside Junior High School's
Homecoming game, so let's all give
a rousing cheer to the football team.
- (applause)
- (half-hearted cheering)
This is no pep rally,
it's a pep funeral!
Weirder that Principal Smith doesn't
notice the kids are acting strangely.
He either doesn't notice,
or he doesn't care.
Maybe he knows why they're
acting that way.
Let's see what Jerry can tell us
about this guy.
Jerry, it's Alex. Can you do some
research on Principal John Smith?
Certainly. Here you go.
It says that Smith
was previously a headmaster
at Ravenswood Boys' School in England.
He left under mysterious circumstances.
Looks like we're going on a field trip.
- Wow, looks familiar, huh?
- Just like the students at Oceanside.
- (school bell rings)
- SAM: Hmm. Lunchtime.
Perfect for spy mode, girls.
SAM: OK, let's see what
we can find out about Smith.
Nothing in here.
What's this? Ah-ha.
(they scream)
That was really unexpected.
Whoa! If only I had a finger
big enough to wear that on a ring.
This manuscript describes how youth
can be extracted from people's souls.
- This guy looks familiar.
- ALEX: He looks like Principal Smith!
- Why is he in those ancient clothes?
- Because Smith is 800 years old!
This is his journal. There's entries
dating back to the 13th century.
Smith must be stealing youth
and administering it to himself.
I bet that jewel
has something to do with it.
You mean Smith
literally found a fountain of youth?
(they scream)
- It's the janitor!
- And the teacher!
- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?
Getting rid of you brats!
(groans)
- (all gasp)
- We can't let them get away!
(screams)
- SAM: Where'd they go?
- Where'd Alex go?
BOTH: Alex!
Sammy! (screams)
- Where could they have taken Alex?
- Look!
Alex! Are you alright?
- (gasps) They drained her youth!
- Follow her!
Where did she go?
- (both scream)
- Now we got you!
I don't get it.
Why are you doing Smith's dirty work?
SMITH: Give up, girls.
There's no escape.
I'm not sure how you discovered
my little enterprise,
but you've made a terrible mistake.
We know you're stealing these kids'
youth. You won't get away with it.
On the contrary, I have for centuries
and this last big score
will provide me with
enough youth to give me immortality.
What do you mean, "last big score?"
- I mean the Happy Fun Fellas concert.
- You wouldn't dare!
If you touch a hair
on their precious heads,
I'll open a heavy duty can
of WOOHP brand butt-whoop on ya!
And miss one of the largest
gatherings of young people in years?
(laughs) I think not.
Soon all that youth will be mine.
Open the windows!
SMITH: The Jewel of Sumatra.
Quite rare, only three in the world
and I have them all.
When the sun strikes it, its rays
will disperse and pass through you,
taking your youth along with it.
We gotta get loose before that jewel
turns our brains into oatmeal.
- SAM: I can't get my hands free.
- This is awful.
I am too young to be old.
OK, try swinging back and forth.
Maybe I can untie your hands.
SAM: OK, I've got you!
Now if I can just cut your rope.
CLOVER: Hurry up, Sam!
The sun's almost hitting the jewel!
- I'm doing my best!
- Alex, can you give Sam a hand?!
OK. Right after my nap. (snores)
Alex, wake up!
(Clover screams)
OK, somebody's going to
have to go lighter on the ice cream!
- Um... Clover?
- What?
- SAM: Might want to close your eyes.
- Why?
(they scream)
That went well.
Come on! We gotta get to
that concert before it's too late!
(crowd cheers)
Hey, Beverly Hills!
Are you ready to rock!?
(music starts)
They could be anywhere.
Let's spread out.
Right. I'll check backstage.
Alex, why don't you...
just sit here and enjoy the music?
- Um...
- GUARD: Whoa!
- (gasps)
- Where do you think you're going?
I have to get back there
and save the world!
- Nobody ever pulled that one on me!
- But you...
Back you go, missy.
(cheering)
Clover, I see him!
Once the circuit is connected,
the final assault will begin. Hurry!
This oughta slow him down.
How did she get loose?
I guess I'll have to
finish her off myself.
(screams)
Give it up, Smith.
You will never get away with this.
On the contrary, young lady,
I already have.
Hey, this isn't in the script.
(gasps)
Yes. That's it.
Give me all your precious youth!
(gasps)
Ah. Hey, I wonder if...
- Hey!
- Sorry! I love your music!
Stop her!
(screams)
- You could have at least fallen on her!
- Where do you think you're going?
Class dismissed.
Outta my way.
(gasps)
(screams)
Don't even think about it.
Your youth sucking ways are over.
- Not so fast, Smith.
- No!
Was that part of our show?
(gasps) That's weird.
- (all exclaim)
- ALEX: Hey! I feel like myself again!
And not a second too soon.
I was starting to worry that we'd
have to put you into a retirement home.
Nice work, girls.
What happened to Smith?
We're not exactly sure.
This is all he left behind.
Odd. I hope we've seen the last of him.
For his sake, I hope we have, too.
OK, girls, I've been old long enough.
Let's dance!
ALL: Go Jerry, go Jerry, go Jerry!
I am so glad that's over with.
Yeah, no offense, Alex,
but you didn't age too gracefully.
Speaking of not aging gracefully,
I should withdraw
from the Youth Spirit competition.
Who'd vote for a teenager
with gray hair?
- Wait, your gray hair is gone!
- I told you not to pluck it, Sam.
I didn't. But I did wash my hair.
Oh, I am so lame.
Duh, I was working on an art project,
using gray paint!
- I'm not getting old, I'm just messy!
- Put a sock in it!
They're just about to name me winner.
And the Youth Spirit Award
goes to... Mrs Muckle!
ALL: Mrs Muckle?!
Mrs Muckle has
50 years of volunteer work,
leadership in the orphanage's
annual trip to Europe,
a series of cookbooks with profits
donated to help build the kindergarten.
Congratulations, Mrs Muckle.
You deserved to win.
It's not how old you are,
it's how you are being old!
Come on down, Mrs Muckle,
and claim your prize!
A brand-new Wave Slicer jet ski!
It's OK, Sam. There's always next year.
- Or the year after that.
- Or the next 50 years after that.
(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 ♪
(school bell rings)
So, there's three seconds left
on the clock and swoosh!
Right through the net.
It was totally awesome. Then...
Zachary Williams, please report to
the principal's office.
- (all exclaim)
- You're in so much trouble!
Hey, no problemo. Principal probably
wants to put a statue of me in the gym.
(whistles)
No! (screaming)
(school bell rings)
Check it out! The First Annual Beverly
Hills Youth Spirit Awards is looking for
contestants who typify youthful
enthusiasm, ambition and optimism.
That is so you, Sammy.
I wish I could be more optimistic
about what they're serving for lunch.
Fiber, riboflavin and vitamins.
Everything developing gals need
to grow fit and healthy.
Ugh. I'm starting to think fit and
healthy is over-rated, Mrs Muckle.
Please tell me you're not entering
the contest that I'm gonna win.
I have just as much chance as you.
FYI, this award goes to someone
who best exhibits youthfulness.
You're better suited to enter
the Senior Olympics.
Puh-lease, Mandy. Sam's got twice
as much youthful... youth as you!
Whatever. I'm just trying to
save her from total embarrassment.
After all, she's the one with gray hair.
Gray hair?
Of course, if you get one, you're
sure to get another and another...
Yeah, right.
But I'm just going to check anyway.
I guess it's not so bad.
Gray hair is distinguishing, right?
Totally. I mean, what's the big deal?
It's just one gray hair.
- I can't believe I said that.
- I'll just get rid of it.
Don't pluck it!
Five more will grow in its place!
- I thought you said it was no big deal.
- One hair is no big deal.
- Five is an irreversible trend.
- I don't even want one.
Oh, now see what you've done, Clover?
Better tell her about our surprise.
Oh, yeah! This will cheer you up.
ALEX:
Front-row seats to Happy Fun Fellas.
How did you get those?!
That concert's sold out!
The manager of the arena has a cousin
who lives next door to the best friend
of a man who married a childhood
classmate of the mother of a guy I know.
- I flirted and he got me the tickets.
- I guess it really is who you know.
Anyway, we can't go to the concert if
you're crying about your hair, can we?
I guess not. Thanks, Clover.
(they scream)
- So glad you could breeze through.
- As if we had a choice.
Let's cut to the chase.
Oceanside Middle School is known
for its superior athletic programs.
Their teams have won championships
for years. Suddenly they're losing.
Wow. They don't look like
they'd win a knitting championship.
I want you girls to investigate
this strange shift in the student body.
Sam, you'll pose as a history teacher.
Alex, you'll be a gymnastics coach.
- And Clover, you'll be a lunch lady.
- As if! Try again, Jer.
You could always go undercover
as a janitor or a trigonometry teacher.
On second thought, where's my hairnet?
Now on to the gadgets.
Hoop earring communicators,
expandable cable bungee belts, Velcro
band 3D body analyzer wristwatch.
- (laughter)
- ALEX: That tickles.
And finally, DNA scanner sunglasses,
a butterfly laser emitting pendant
and a multi-purpose army knife.
You never know.
How long will this job take?We're going
to a Happy Fun Fellas concert on Friday!
Well, then I guess we'd better
get you started immediately.
(they scream)
This is ridiculous. Who'd ever
believe I could pass as a lunch lady?
Hey, lunch lady.
What's on the menu today?
- (cat-like growl)
- (kid screams)
Let's take our undercover positions
before the rest of the kids show up.
(blows whistle)
OK, team, that was really... slow.
Let's hit the showers!
- Alright, everybody out!
- But we just started.
It's not like you worked up a sweat
out there.
Wow, their DNA has been changed.
It's like they have the genetic traits
of someone in their eighties.
(school bell rings)
OK, class, today we're going to
learn about the Cold War.
I need a volunteer
to be the Soviet Union.
OK, I'll volunteer someone.
How about you?
- Uh... Theodore?
- Oh, wonderful!
May I say it is indeed an honor
and a privilege to participate
- in such a lively classroom endeavor...
- Bravo, you go!
Stand over there. I'm gonna
need some satellite nations.
You be Yugoslavia.
How about you as Czechoslovakia?
Everybody come and face the blackboard.
But why?
Because you're the Berlin Wall.
Everybody close your eyes to simulate
night time. You too, Theodore.
- But I'm the Soviet Union.
- You're taking a nap!
(snoring)
Weird.
Glandular function slowing down.
Mental alertness dangerously low.
Small contusions on their foreheads.
Energy and vitality levels...
Hm, not that bad.
OK, maybe I was wrong about that.
- What'll you have?
- Prunes, please.
- How about some ice cream? Or cake?
- No. I'd better stick with the prunes.
- How about you?
- Prunes also, please.
And if you have anything else
easy to chew, that would be great.
Easy to chew?
You've got a head full of strong teeth!
Yeah, those were the days.
OK, is it me, or are these kids
about as lively as sloths?
It's like they've all had
life-o-suction.
We've got to figure out
who's behind this.
Darn kids, making messes everywhere
they go. Snot-nosed good for nothings.
OK, I think we've just found
our number one suspect.
Look! That teacher is
turning a kid into a zombie!
- Oh, no you don't!
- What do you think you're doing?!
Stopping you from
stealing this student's youth.
I was only showing the lad
that he got an A+ on his science test.
I never got an A+ before.
Gosh, thanks, Mrs Kelleher!
We are so sorry.
I don't recall seeing you
at this school before.
Um... we're part of
the school district's
substitute gym teacher/history
teacher/lunch lady program! Gotta go!
Yeah!
Here's the copies you needed,
collated and alphabetized.
I also got these
to brighten up your room.
Thank you, Theodore, they're beautiful.
You're a nice kid.
- Why don't you go and play?
- I would but my friends are boring.
They just talk about
their aches and pains.
Don't you have anything else
that needs to be done?
OK... How about distributing
these memos to all classrooms?
Great. Thanks!
- (whooshing)
- (gasps)
(gasps)
(screams)
No! Please! Don't!
Ooh, a pep rally!
I love these school events.
- They're so full of energy.
- Thus, the term "pep" rally.
Theodore, what's the matter?
Guys, this is really serious.
Spread out
and look for anyone suspicious.
As you all know, this weekend is
Oceanside Junior High School's
Homecoming game, so let's all give
a rousing cheer to the football team.
- (applause)
- (half-hearted cheering)
This is no pep rally,
it's a pep funeral!
Weirder that Principal Smith doesn't
notice the kids are acting strangely.
He either doesn't notice,
or he doesn't care.
Maybe he knows why they're
acting that way.
Let's see what Jerry can tell us
about this guy.
Jerry, it's Alex. Can you do some
research on Principal John Smith?
Certainly. Here you go.
It says that Smith
was previously a headmaster
at Ravenswood Boys' School in England.
He left under mysterious circumstances.
Looks like we're going on a field trip.
- Wow, looks familiar, huh?
- Just like the students at Oceanside.
- (school bell rings)
- SAM: Hmm. Lunchtime.
Perfect for spy mode, girls.
SAM: OK, let's see what
we can find out about Smith.
Nothing in here.
What's this? Ah-ha.
(they scream)
That was really unexpected.
Whoa! If only I had a finger
big enough to wear that on a ring.
This manuscript describes how youth
can be extracted from people's souls.
- This guy looks familiar.
- ALEX: He looks like Principal Smith!
- Why is he in those ancient clothes?
- Because Smith is 800 years old!
This is his journal. There's entries
dating back to the 13th century.
Smith must be stealing youth
and administering it to himself.
I bet that jewel
has something to do with it.
You mean Smith
literally found a fountain of youth?
(they scream)
- It's the janitor!
- And the teacher!
- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?
Getting rid of you brats!
(groans)
- (all gasp)
- We can't let them get away!
(screams)
- SAM: Where'd they go?
- Where'd Alex go?
BOTH: Alex!
Sammy! (screams)
- Where could they have taken Alex?
- Look!
Alex! Are you alright?
- (gasps) They drained her youth!
- Follow her!
Where did she go?
- (both scream)
- Now we got you!
I don't get it.
Why are you doing Smith's dirty work?
SMITH: Give up, girls.
There's no escape.
I'm not sure how you discovered
my little enterprise,
but you've made a terrible mistake.
We know you're stealing these kids'
youth. You won't get away with it.
On the contrary, I have for centuries
and this last big score
will provide me with
enough youth to give me immortality.
What do you mean, "last big score?"
- I mean the Happy Fun Fellas concert.
- You wouldn't dare!
If you touch a hair
on their precious heads,
I'll open a heavy duty can
of WOOHP brand butt-whoop on ya!
And miss one of the largest
gatherings of young people in years?
(laughs) I think not.
Soon all that youth will be mine.
Open the windows!
SMITH: The Jewel of Sumatra.
Quite rare, only three in the world
and I have them all.
When the sun strikes it, its rays
will disperse and pass through you,
taking your youth along with it.
We gotta get loose before that jewel
turns our brains into oatmeal.
- SAM: I can't get my hands free.
- This is awful.
I am too young to be old.
OK, try swinging back and forth.
Maybe I can untie your hands.
SAM: OK, I've got you!
Now if I can just cut your rope.
CLOVER: Hurry up, Sam!
The sun's almost hitting the jewel!
- I'm doing my best!
- Alex, can you give Sam a hand?!
OK. Right after my nap. (snores)
Alex, wake up!
(Clover screams)
OK, somebody's going to
have to go lighter on the ice cream!
- Um... Clover?
- What?
- SAM: Might want to close your eyes.
- Why?
(they scream)
That went well.
Come on! We gotta get to
that concert before it's too late!
(crowd cheers)
Hey, Beverly Hills!
Are you ready to rock!?
(music starts)
They could be anywhere.
Let's spread out.
Right. I'll check backstage.
Alex, why don't you...
just sit here and enjoy the music?
- Um...
- GUARD: Whoa!
- (gasps)
- Where do you think you're going?
I have to get back there
and save the world!
- Nobody ever pulled that one on me!
- But you...
Back you go, missy.
(cheering)
Clover, I see him!
Once the circuit is connected,
the final assault will begin. Hurry!
This oughta slow him down.
How did she get loose?
I guess I'll have to
finish her off myself.
(screams)
Give it up, Smith.
You will never get away with this.
On the contrary, young lady,
I already have.
Hey, this isn't in the script.
(gasps)
Yes. That's it.
Give me all your precious youth!
(gasps)
Ah. Hey, I wonder if...
- Hey!
- Sorry! I love your music!
Stop her!
(screams)
- You could have at least fallen on her!
- Where do you think you're going?
Class dismissed.
Outta my way.
(gasps)
(screams)
Don't even think about it.
Your youth sucking ways are over.
- Not so fast, Smith.
- No!
Was that part of our show?
(gasps) That's weird.
- (all exclaim)
- ALEX: Hey! I feel like myself again!
And not a second too soon.
I was starting to worry that we'd
have to put you into a retirement home.
Nice work, girls.
What happened to Smith?
We're not exactly sure.
This is all he left behind.
Odd. I hope we've seen the last of him.
For his sake, I hope we have, too.
OK, girls, I've been old long enough.
Let's dance!
ALL: Go Jerry, go Jerry, go Jerry!
I am so glad that's over with.
Yeah, no offense, Alex,
but you didn't age too gracefully.
Speaking of not aging gracefully,
I should withdraw
from the Youth Spirit competition.
Who'd vote for a teenager
with gray hair?
- Wait, your gray hair is gone!
- I told you not to pluck it, Sam.
I didn't. But I did wash my hair.
Oh, I am so lame.
Duh, I was working on an art project,
using gray paint!
- I'm not getting old, I'm just messy!
- Put a sock in it!
They're just about to name me winner.
And the Youth Spirit Award
goes to... Mrs Muckle!
ALL: Mrs Muckle?!
Mrs Muckle has
50 years of volunteer work,
leadership in the orphanage's
annual trip to Europe,
a series of cookbooks with profits
donated to help build the kindergarten.
Congratulations, Mrs Muckle.
You deserved to win.
It's not how old you are,
it's how you are being old!
Come on down, Mrs Muckle,
and claim your prize!
A brand-new Wave Slicer jet ski!
It's OK, Sam. There's always next year.
- Or the year after that.
- Or the next 50 years after that.
(they laugh)