Now get ready to get your butts kicked across the galaxy.
Nice touch, that's my kind of bomb.
The diamond is not for show cupcake. It's for burrowing into the Earth's core before it detonates.
Try to get out of this one, trendoid.
Nothing my 15% extra teeth can't handle.
If I could still see, I'd imagine Fabu is getting away right now.
He's not the only thing about to take off.
Help! I have an acute fear of being tied to exploding projectiles.
Yes! Direct hit!
Sammy!
Bad idea!
Whether we like it or not, looks like we're going for a ride.
Might just aswell, because if we don't stop this thing, Earth's gonna be shattered into one million pieces.
Earth?! What about me?!
Oh please. You are so replacable. Our planet isn't.
So here I am. Facing my destiny, close to the stars, flying through outer space like a shooting star.
My journey was short, but sparkling.
Hello? Over dramatic much?
Whoa? Who's there?
I've seen better acting on daytime TV.
Good thing there's some real spies to save your butt.
Look. There goes Fabu in another one of his rides.
Bye Bye little spies. Hehehe.
Got to hand it to him. He sure does know how to escape in style.
Okay. Forget Fabu. We have to defuse this bomb.
What are you waiting for?! A written invitation?! Hurry up!
I've heard about all I wanna hear out of your pie hole in one day.
That control panel might be our ticket to shutting this thing down.
Okay. That was not the desired effect.
We've got about half a minute to figure this out before we splat into Earth.
Hey, maybe we can use the WOOHP employee manual to stop it.
Good thinking, see if there's a chapter on bombs.
Okay. Either Jer hired a chimpanzee to type this up or it is written in some kind of wierd WOOHP code.
Don't worry guys. I think we can still use it.
Nice job Alex. Before this the only book that's ever saved my life was my little black book.
When you're done celebrating you might wanna check out the collision course you just put us on.
Oh no!
Ups. What do we do now?
Prepare for impact!
Hello agents. Need a lift?
Jerry?
All aboard.
Hey? What about me?
Send us a post card when you finally get to where ever you're going.
Erhm. Clover.
Argh. Okay.
Not sure what kind of heat you're packing under the hood Jerry, but we got to make it back to the space station before that bomb does.
Don't you worry about that. We're packing WOOHP power.
What?
Hey!
I have an idea.
Attention all fabulites. You're in extreme danger, drop your umbrella drinks and evacuate immediately!
Fabulous!
I think it's gonna take more than a public service annoucement to get through to these dimwits.
You're right. We gotta take out Fabu's homing beacon.
What's going on?
One fabulous decadent hood ornament going down.
Huh. What?
*What's happening?*
What are you loosers doing here?
*Look! Oh no!*
Everyone please proceed to the WOOHP spaceship in a calm orderly fashion.
*Help!*
Wait! Where's Oinky?
Run Oinky! Run!
Wow. For a guy with a really short legs you sure can boogie.
Come on Alex! We have no time!
Speaking of boogiing, it's time for us to bolt!
Forward Jerry!
Firework! What a totally cute ending to our mission.
Our mission is not over yet. We still need to catch Fabu.
And with all this extra cargo the spaceship is too slow to help you. You'll have to use your jetpacks girls.
I don't suppose we have a choice in the matter.
Of course not. Cheerio.
The buddy system it is!
Okay girls. Time to blow this baddie outta space.
Tornado in a can. Don't fail us now.
Ups.
Ha! Looks like my fabulous features and I have gone away home free.
Then again. Maybe not.
Sorry Fabu. But your fabulizing days are like so dunzo.
Not you again pesky spies!
Congratulations on a job well done girls.
Despite a few bumps in a road, your first mission was a succes.
Thanks Jerry!
It was like totally our pleasure.
Even if you did force us into it.
Yeah I admit there was a certain ammount of cohesion on my part so if you don't wish to continue spying, I understand.
It's your choice.
Well it's definitely been difficult.
But it's also been the most exciting thing that ever happened to us.
And it like. Because of this whole spy thingy that we met each other and became friends.
Yeah. So if you're willing to put up with us. I guess we're willing to put up with you.
Yeah Jer. Consider us WOOHPed for life.
It's a deal.
So what should we do about all the fabulized people?
Yeah. I mean, as much as it would please Clover, we can't let Mandy know we're secret agents.
That's no longer an issue. WOOHP has erased their memories and restored their faces.
Speaking of faces. What ever happened to that totally cute, totally backstabbing Tad?
Tad is currently being disciplined for his conduct with the rest of our two big criminals.
Sorry boss.
That's just what he deserves. I wish all the dudes I'm mad at would get the same treatment.