Man: And how may I help you?
Sam: Let's see. Well, for starters,
you can hand over all the cash you got in this dump.
Clover: Nobody move!
(coughing)
ALL: Cheese!
(school bell rings)
Ta-da!
(both gasp)
So, what do you think?
Well, your outfit is very... bright.
I'm hoping it'll remind that hot new transfer student of his homeland.
Where's he from again?
Texas.
OK, here goes.
So, Billy Bob. If you're not too busy tomorrow night,
maybe you'd like to go line dancing with me. Beverly Hills style, that is.
Well, that's mighty hospitable of you, Mandy. I'd love to.
Great. I'll pick you up at eight o'clock.
Clover: How dare you steal my look!
Please. I was into Texas way before you.
Dominique: Yeah! Mandy practically invented the rhinestone.
Caitlin: Totally.
Besides, Billy's made up his mind.
(screams)
That girl is a fashion thief and she is not going to get away with this.
What the...
(all scream)
Terrific! The last thing I need right now is another...
..stupid WOOHP spy mission!
(all gasp)
Ouch!
What's this all about, Jerry?
I think you girls know what this is all about.
ALL: Cheese!
Is this some kind of sick joke? That's not us robbing that bank.
I am very disappointed in you girls.
(sighs)
Throw these girls into the electromagnetic holding tank
until we can reprogram them.
What do you mean, "reprogram"?
We're going to implant Behavioral Modification Chips into your brains.
You'll never have another aggressive thought as long as you live.
No, you guys, don't! -
Get your hands off me!
Clover: Jerry, help us!
Jerry: Sorry, girls. It's out of my hands.
Alex: These gaudy electromagnetic boots are so cyber-repulsive.
Not as repulsive as getting microchips implanted into our skulls.
We gotta bust out and find those cheap knock-off bank robbers
so we can clear our names.
(scoffs) Good luck.
Hang on. I've got a plan.
Clover: Hey, what gives?
(screams)
Wow, you short-circuited the boots!
I can move my feet again.
Sam: Great, but we're still stuck in this cell.
Alex: Not for long.
(shrieks)
Clover: Huh?
Clover: Bet Mandy's shoes wouldn't do that.
Agent: They're escaping. Code nine! Code nine!
(alarm blares)
Jerry: Grab them so I can implant the microchips into their skulls.
Sam: In here!
Quick. Grab whatever you can. We're gonna need all the help we can get.
Alex: Yeah!
(all shriek)
Jerry: Just relax, girls. It'll all be over with soon.
Now!
Clover: How are we gonna lose them?
Sam: Time to fly, girls.
Alex: How do I make this thing go? I can't even set my digital watch.
Clover: Just do something!
(all scream)
(they gasp)
ALL: Whoa!
Clover: I can't believe Jerry almost microwaved my brain.
Sam: We'd better get out of the air. We stick out like a sore thumb.
Put it down next to that warehouse.
I said NEXT to the warehouse.
Clover: Something reeks here, and I don't mean Alex's flying skills.
Sam: Oh, gross! There's our culprit.
Whoa! Look, my hairclip is actually a high-tech frisbee.
That's no frisbee. It's a mini-satellite.
We can use this to link to WOOHP's computer system.
Maybe we can get a closer look at the footage Jerry showed us.
We're in.
Wait, go back. Watch the Clover imposter.
Clover: She left a shred of my shirt... uh, I mean, her shirt on that cactus.
Maybe it's still there.
Too bad we're not allowed in that bank.
Maybe there's a way to get inside the bank without raising suspicion.
Clover: So much for not raising suspicions.
Sam: Just act confident.
Alex: That's easy for you to say. You're not dressed like a waiter.
Sam: You're not a waiter, you're our driver. Just look for the shirt piece.
MAN: Hello, sir, madam. Can I help you with something?
Oh, we're just looking at your lovely financial place
to decide if we want to deposit
all of our... stocks and... municipal... things here.
You look very familiar. Have we met before?
Uh, that would be quite impossible.
You see, we just moved here from... Swedenavia.
Swedenavia?
Oh, yes. Very small country. Very cold.
Yes! I found it!
Found what? I'm sorry, found what?
Oh, our driver seems to have found... the lost keys to our limo.
Yes, we simply must be going now.
The country club awaits. Ta-ta.
Sir, you forgot your... mustache?
Wait a second. They were the bank robbers!
This is weird. It almost feels like... flesh.
Sam: Look. The fabric contains traces of human DNA!
No wonder it feels like flesh.
Why would someone wear a shirt made out of flesh?
I can't imagine that would breathe very well in warm weather.
Look, she didn't rip her shirt. She ripped her... skin.
Ew.
There's something else here. Writing.
Sam: "Replatech Industries"?
What does that mean?
Let's check out the WOOHP database.
Apparently they're the medical lab that created this creepy material.
I think it's time we pay Replatech a visit. Uh, I'll drive.
I'd better cloak the Heli-Jet so we can make a stealthy landing on the roof.
(all scream)
Oopsy.
Alex: Wow! Now, that's impressive.
Check it out. Some sort of force field.
Sam: Whatever it is, those birds didn't set off the alarms.
It must be set to detect any metal that breaks its field.
How are we going to investigate the building without giving ourselves away?
Why do I always get the cruddy jobs?
Sam: We're getting a picture.
OK, ew! What is that?
It looks like someone's farming humans.
(screams) Bring me up!
Bring me up!
What's wrong with Alex?
(both scream)
We got company.
Alex: Hello?
Girl on a rope down here! Pull me up!
(screams)
Need a lift?
No. I need a barf bag!
Phew! That was close.
Close?! Hello, in case no one noticed,
I just got tossed around like a human yo-yo.
Not to mention getting grabbed by... What's this?
Looks like a fingernail. I have a hunch.
Use the Compowder to check its composition.
It's made of the same substance as the skin we found. But get this.
The DNA matches Clover's DNA.
OK, no way!
I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that cheesy sea foam nail polish.
ALL: The intruders have escaped, sir.
MAN: So, the spies are on to me.
I underestimated them. It won't happen again.
So what's the connection between the DNA, the robbery and Replatech?
I don't know, but I hope we figure it out soon.
The prospect of spending another minute in this warehouse is...
(crashing)
WOOHP must have tracked us.
Jerry: Give it up, girls. We have the place surrounded.
Scatter, quick!
Jerry: Keep a tight perimeter. Don't let them get away.
Clover: (sighs) What the...
Psst! Huh?
Alex: Sammy, you made it. Have you seen Clover?
Clover Clone: Right here.
Sam: Are you feeling alright?
Clover Clone: Of course.
Alex: What now?
Sam: We have to get back to Replatech and figure out what is going on
before Jerry turns us into vegetables.
Alex: But how are we going to break into Replatech?
That place has tighter security than Fort Knox.
(helicopter whirrs)
Clover Clone: I can get us in.
I mean, I think I saw a secret entrance in the forest.
Sam: OK. It's worth a shot.
Alex: How are we going to get back to the island?
The Heli-Jet is swarming with WOOHP agents.
Sam: Leave it to me.
Jerry: They must have slipped past us. Pull our agents out.
(both gasp)
Jerry: Where is my jet?
Sam: You don't think Jerry will miss this, do you?
Alex: Oh, Clover, it looks like you chipped your nail.
Clover Clone: Must have happened when the warehouse collapsed.
Alex: What exactly are we looking for?
Clover Clone: I know I spotted some sort of hidden entrance around here somewhere.
Sam: I don't know how you could've spotted anything in this dense forest.
(all scream)
Alex: OK, so I guess you were right about the secret entrance.
Hey, wait a second.
I thought you said you wouldn't be caught dead wearing cheesy sea foam nail polish.
Clover Clone: That's ridiculous. I love sea foam nail polish!
Love it! Sea foam! Sea foam!
Sea foam! Love it! Sea foam!
Alex: OK, take it easy. I like sea foam too.
(gasps)
Sam: What the...? Let me go, you phony!
Alex: Who... What are you?
MAN: Impressive, aren't they? I made them myself.
Nurtured them since they were little more than strands of DNA.
Incredible likeness, don't you think?
Alex: And to think that Clover was upset when Mandy stole her look.
Now that's really stealing her look.
Sam: Wait a second. You look familiar.
(screams)
Alex: Macker the safecracker.
It took my hair a year to grow back after that mission.
Macker: As you can see, that fall took its toll on me.
After I escaped from prison, I created those clones using DNA from your hair.
Now I will destroy your lives the way you tried to destroy mine.
I will now use my army of clones
to rob the central bank in every country in the world at the exact same moment.
Of course, everyone will think you girls perpetrated the crimes.
Sam: Like you'll actually get away with that.
Macker: Watch me! To your planes, girls!
If you'll excuse me, I must get to my command center in the Alps.
Take them away.
Alex: Clover, you're alive!
Clover: Yeah, me and 100 cheap knock-off Clovers.
Did you see those things up there?
Sam: Totally. That's why we've got to get out of here and stop Macker.
Clover: But how?
No!
Good thing I decided to go with diamond tipped spurs after all.
Sam: Let's get to the Alps before it's too late.
Sam: There's Macker.
Looks like he's using the transmitter to control the clones.
Alex: How are we going to take out the transmitter?
Clover: We'll have to figure something out fast. It's already started.
Macker: Get into position, ladies. It's almost time.
Clover: OK, so maybe you have our looks. Let's see if you have our moves.
Yay!
(clones scream)
(screams)
Alex: Ouch!
Phew.
Macker: Now is the time, girls.
What's going on?
Why aren't you robbing the banks?
What do you think you're doing to my beloved clones?
Alex: Ow! Let go of my hair!
(sighs)
(helicopter whirrs)
Jerry: Girls! Girls, wait!
(both scream)
Sam: Get away from us, Jerry!
Jerry: Girls, it's OK.
We realize that you were only trying to clear your names.
Clover: Oh, I guess we're lucky you figured it out before you gave us lobotomies.
Jerry: I hope you girls will accept my sincerest apology.
ALL: Apology?
Alex: You'll be collecting your pension by the time you're done making this up to us.
Jerry: Snowball! Girls, please, sorry!
Now that we've taken care of those clones,
it's time to win back Billy Bob and expose Mandy for the thief that she is.
"Thief?" Don't you think that's kind of harsh?
Well, that's what she is.
But she won't have a chance to steal this new outfit.
Um, I don't know how to break this to you, Clover, but...
Oh, poo! That must be where I got my design ideas.
I guess Mandy's not a thief after all.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I owe her an apology.
You thief!
Billy Bob?
Oh, hey, girls.
I'd like you to meet my new steady gal, Alpha. Isn't she so original?
Steady gal? But Billy Bob, I just designed this new outfit for you.
Oh, well, honestly, I never really liked that whole cowgirl look.
That's why I left Texas.
This is so your fault!
You need to hire a new stylist.
(both Clover and Mandy argue at once)