Totally Spies! (2001) s01e11 Episode Script

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[theme music playing]
(SINGING) 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.
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
and get on with the show.
Here we go, here
we go, here we go.
Oh.
Out of the way.
Grandpa here lost his nerve.
Come on, I'm psyched to
see how fast this thing is.
MECHANICAL VOICE: Let's see how
you like getting pushed around,
Brett.
Hey, what's up with this?
[screaming]
MECHANICAL VOICE: Brett
has been a bad boy.
Brett needs a lesson.
[screaming]
[alarm beeping]
Huh?
[screaming]
Sam, Alex, this
court has no choice
but to find you
guilty of violating
the school dress code.
But Clover-- your honor,
our heels are only a half inch
higher than the code allows.
Can't you give us a break?
Well, considering
the circumstances,
I guess I can let you off
with a suspended sentence.
Objection, your dishonor.
[shriek]
This is total favoritism.
I agree.
You're much too lenient to be
a student court judge, Clover.
I'm replacing you with Mandy.
Ugh.
Thank you, Miss Brooks.
I promise I'll restore
dignity to this court
and I'll restore integrity, too.
This court finds all three of
you in contempt and sentences
you to three weeks
of picking up trash.
[bang]
Next case.
ALL: What?
Integrity, ha,
what a brown noser.
Yeah, who does
she think she is?
The Supreme Court?
Ew, this is, like,
supremely nasty.
There must be a way to
pick this stuff up faster.
There is, check it out.
Huh?
[screeching tires]
[screaming]
[coughing]
Can't you get a normal office?
Sorry ladies but
we need you urgently.
14 hours ago, a computer
trapped a student
named Brett Brinkley on a
Las Vegas roller coaster.
[crying]
JERRY: We've had
two similar attacks.
In Italy, a tourist was attacked
by an airport baggage machine.
And a computerized elevator
at Silicon Valley High
left the principal
quite shook up.
Yikes, more proof that
climbing stairs is healthier.
Your first stop is Las Vegas.
Today's gadget menu
includes [inaudible]
purse, life raft, parachute.
Oh, don't spray on
that perfume, Alex,
it's liquid nitrogen.
It freezes steel,
makes it as brittle as glass.
Extremely cook.
Careful, the hairdryer
is an infrared heat ray,
the stereo is a
sonic disintegrator,
and the camera
fires a laser beam.
Guess I won't
need film, will I?
[screaming]
Looks like Brett's
had enough fun.
Get ready to grab him.
Careful, here he comes.
Go time.
Whoa.
Come on, pal, time to
give someone else a turn.
Remind me to stick to the
merry go round next time
we go to an amusement park.
Oh, thank you.
I don't get it.
How could a computer
voice know your name?
Search me.
I'm on the football
team, babe, I don't study
computers or anything else.
Football?
Yeah, I bet you
ace all your tests.
I don't have to, babe, I
just grab the nearest nerd
and, uh, persuade
him to help me.
[ding]
Well, speaking as a
nerd, I'm starting to see
why computers attack you.
Whoa, what do
you mean computers?
You talk like there's
more than one?
In case you haven't
noticed, this hotel
is holding the annual
computerized gadget show.
[screaming]
What are they doing?
Why are they coming
at me like that?
MECHANICAL VOICE:
Naughty naughty, Brett,
your punishment isn't over.
OK, say cheese.
Oopsie, wrong camera.
Get out of the way.
MECHANICAL VOICE: Brett
has been a bad boy.
[shriek]
Brett needs a lesson.
Time for you to split, honey.
There's never an energy
crisis when you need one.
MECHANICAL VOICE: Brett
has been a bad boy.
OK, who's next.
Chill, Alex, you got them all.
It's like this
computers knew Brett.
We've got to get
him somewhere safe.
I'll have WOOHP
agents pick him up.
We have to get to
Italy before anything
else happens to that gym coach.
[gasp]
[gasp]
[dinging]
Oh, you want
some, Mr. Machine?
[shrieking]
Victim number two, coach Joe
Hassler has been laying low
here on the island of Capri ever
since he got a baggage handled.
Look, I've never
been to Vegas,
I don't know this Brett kid,
and I don't want to go anywhere.
You'll be safer at WOOHP.
But cars, planes, ships, they
all have computer chips now.
If computers are out to
get me, how do I travel?
To
Hum.
Hey, This is what
I call low tech.
This funicular
railway is powered
by cable, no computer on board.
[screaming]
ALL: Whoa!
Sam, does that
go for the cable
loaders down at the station?
I'm guessing the answer's no.
[honking]
Ah!
MECHANICAL VOICE: You've
been a bad boy, coach,
time for your punishment.
[screaming]
Help!
[grunting]
Look out!
The break lever's jammed.
Oh, we are so dead.
We can still trip
the break if we climb
outside to reach the wheel.
Like I said, we're dead.
[honking]
Clover!
OK, time for plan B.
Do we even have a plan B?
We do now, it's called jump.
[crash]
This may be a dumb
question to ask a gym coach,
but do you have any enemies?
Only every kid I ever taught.
Any who were good
with computers?
Well, I have this one geek
running laps all last year.
I forgot his name.
He transferred to
Silicon Valley.
Silicon Valley High?
Isn't that where victim
number three is principal?
That's it.
The coach picked on kids at
one school, Brett at another.
What if they both
bullied the same kid
who's now at Silicon Valley?
Mm.
Time to pay a visit
to Silicon Valley High.
We can drop the coach
off at WOOHP on the way.
Huh?
[beeping]
ALL: Whoa!
Every time I think
Jerry can't come
up with a more annoying
way for us to travel,
he outdoes himself.
Wow, Silicon Valley
High makes our school
look so, so 20th century.
How can we blend in so we
don't look so suspicious?
By not blending in.
Let's take a backstage
tour of their auditorium.
Wow, look at all that.
Yeah.
Uh, sorry, Principal
Vegan is out sick today.
Can you help us, love?
We're new exchange students.
I'm Samantha from England.
(RUSSIAN ACCENT) I am
Alexandra from Russia.
Is enrolling in school we want.
(EGYPTIAN ACCENT) I am
Clover-patra from Egypt.
Hi, I'm Adam Lewis.
Those clothes look familiar.
You've never done a school
play here, have you?
Niet, we are just arriving.
Oh, 1,000 pardons, afendi, we
wish to meet other students who
are new here.
Could we see your--
how you say-- database
of new arrivals?
Sure, let me
input my password.
Just don't tell
the principal, OK?
CHAD?
CHAD stands for Computer
Home Analyzer and Defender.
My invention.
He-- it can access
any computer anywhere.
I spend a lot of time on CHAD
because dad's always moving us.
I guess we both
know how hard it is
to make friends when
you're new in school,
all those bullies and snobs.
Yeah, sure.
[clearing throat]
Excuse me, I am very busy.
Adam, I warned you about using
my computer to download games
or whatever it is you're doing.
I'm revoking your
access permanently.
What?
But Principle Vegan,
you can't do that.
No?
Watch me.
Now get out.
And would you three explain?
Mrs. Vegan, you
shouldn't have come back,
you're in huge danger.
Danger?
From who?
Oh man, I can't play with the
school mainframe anymore, CHAD.
MECHANICAL VOICE: Don't
worry, Adam, I already
uploaded instructions to it.
Vera Vegan won't
bother us again.
[beep]
[slam]
Are your door
locks computerized?
Yes.
Windows, too.
Why do you ask?
[beep]
[slam]
[screaming]
And your sprinklers?
Hey, CHAD, what's going on?
MECHANICAL VOICE: Just
a little prank, Adam.
I'll show you when we get home.
[screaming]
Sam, I left my
laser camera backstage
when I changed clothes.
Oh no, and I
left the boom box.
Wait, I've still
got my fanny pack.
MECHANICAL VOICE:
You've been a bad girl,
Vera, now I have to punish you.
There's that creepy voice that
loves to dish out punishment.
You're worried about a copier?
No, I'm worried
about it's stapler.
[grunting]
[gasp]
How long can you keep that up?
Won't need to for
long, in a minute,
we're going to run out of air.
Sam, give me your pack.
Hang on, we're
hitting white water.
[screaming]
You OK?
I'm going to the
faculty lounge.
I just need to
faint for a while.
10 students transferred
here and one was Adam.
But could any kid hack into
so many systems so fast?
It's not humanly possible.
Wait a sec, that voice we keep
hearing doesn't sound human.
Maybe our hacker isn't human.
Jerry, we have 10 suspects but
if you can run a check on--
Later, Sam Someone
in Silicon Valley
just used the internet to hack
into a missile base on Guam.
[shriek]
I'll send a jet to pick you up.
Sargent Clover,
relieving you, sir.
General wishes to you
on the double, sir.
We've got to stop those
missiles from launching.
Get back!
[zap]
[screaming]
Uh oh, I've seen
that password before.
MECHANICAL VOICE:
Sorry, girls, you're not
going to interfere this time.
[shriek]
Excuse me now, I have
some schools to vaporize.
[gasp]
We're running out of time.
Oops, did I mess
that up for you?
Yeah.
Clever, but all you've
done is buy a few hours.
I'll just infiltrate
another silo.
[gasp]
And you're not going anywhere.
Where's that
instant metal freezer?
[crash]
Let's get back to
Silicon Valley.
The only way to stop this
is to find that hacker.
Our suspects just
narrowed to one.
Adam's password is the name
of his invention, CHAD.
What are you running?
MECHANICAL VOICE: Oh, I ran
those so-called exchange
students through some databases.
You mean Samantha,
Alexandra, and--
MECHANICAL VOICE: I mean
Sam, Alex, and Clover.
They're from Beverly Hills High.
Those liars.
CHAD, I want you to mess
their grades up so bad they
get put back in kindergarten.
MECHANICAL VOICE: No problem.
Put on my virtual
reality helmet and you
can see all our latest pranks.
ADAM: Wait a second, I
asked you to prank everyone
but you've been
hurting them instead.
Coach Hassler and
Principal Vegan and Brett.
MECHANICAL VOICE: Yes,
the ones who hurt us.
They've been bad,
they must be punished.
And now you're,
you're going to fire
missiles at all my old schools?
MECHANICAL VOICE: You wished
they could be destroyed,
all those bullies and snobs.
But I was mad
when I said that.
I just wanted to prank
everyone, not hurt them.
MECHANICAL VOICE: No,
we're in this together now,
Adam, we need to
share your mind,
your creativity, your body.
You're right, CHAD,
combined with your power,
nothing on earth can stop us.
Target those schools and
prepare for countdown.
No one picked up.
The message says his
father's out of town.
You think Adam's setting a trap?
Not Adam, that
thing he invented.
You said it yourself, Alex, the
hacker is too fast to be human.
It travels on the internet,
controls other computers,
that's the answer.
CHAD thinks for itself.
An evil computer
with a mind of its own?
Ugh, that is so creepy.
We have to pull CHAD's
plug at the source.
We all set?
Adam programmed CHAD for
home defense so think stealth.
Yee ha!
Yee!
Whoa.
[shriek]
[alarm sounding]
[gasp]
Busted.
Look out.
Launching purse decoy.
[growling]
[barking]
[clapping]
[shrieking]
The heck with stealth, hi-ya.
MECHANICAL VOICE:
Stage two intruders.
Initiate arctic defense.
Not exactly a warm welcome.
I bet that's Adam's room--
[screaming]
MECHANICAL VOICE:
Finally, silos are open,
locked on to target schools.
[gasp]
CHAD's launching
missiles at Adam's schools.
MECHANICAL VOICE: 10
seconds to ignition.
Nine.
Adam, are you in there?
MECHANICAL VOICE: Eight.
[crash]
Those girls have been bad,
they must be punished.
Seven.
[crash]
[screaming]
Aim for the power cord.
[buzzing]
- Yeah!
- Huh?
MECHANICAL VOICE: Sorry, girls,
we have a backup generator.
Six.
[struggling]
This vacuum really sucks.
Adam, help us.
What?
Can't hear you.
MECHANICAL VOICE: Five.
Yes you can.
Use your willpower,
you can't let CHAD win.
MECHANICAL VOICE: Tisk tisk.
Four.
So, you're trying
to betray me, Adam?
Very well, I'll re-target
the missiles to this house
and upload myself to a new
computer at the Pentagon.
Two, one, zero.
[grunting]
Yeah.
MECHANICAL VOICE:
To little, too late.
And now, farewell-- Adam,
you've shorted out my uplink.
Come on, we've got
about 10 seconds.
MECHANICAL VOICE: Adam,
you can't abandon me.
I order you to come back.
Stop.
[explosions]
[grunting]
What have I done?
I made a monster who
almost destroyed us all.
You didn't know
what CHAD was doing.
I was just scared you
wouldn't snap out of it.
You think that was scary?
In a few hours we have
to face judge Mandy.
Oh.
[helicopter blades]
OK, whoa, this is
contempt of court.
Mandy, enough is enough.
Tell me about it.
I'll sentence them to six
weeks picking up trash.
No you won't.
You have utterly failed
to enforce the dress code.
You are off the student court.
Oh really?
Well if I'm not judge any
more then I demand a new job.
Uh, Mandy, you
missed a milk carton.
[grumbling]
[shriek]
Sour milk.
Run!
Ugh.
[music playing]