Whoo!
(BEEPING)
(ALARM BLARING)
MAN: Security breach in the gem room.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(BEEPING)
Yes.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
Sweet, Renee. Awesome, Teresa.
(CHELSEA AND MILA CHEER)
Hi, Barbie.
Hey, Chelsea.
That's my sister.
You rock, Teresa. Whoo-hoo!
Thanks, Mila.
You go, Renee. Go, girl.
Ha, ha. Oh, yeah.
Thanks, Aunt Zoe.
It's so sweet that she came.
Actually, has she ever missed a meet?
Uh, probably not.
Other than watching TV and knitting,
I don't think she has much going on.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
ANNOUNCER: (OVER PA) Athletes, take your places.
The competition will begin momentarily.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
Go! Whoo-hoo! Whoo!
Yeah, Barbie! Whoo!
Um, but I'm not ready yet.
I wanna practice one more time, real quick.
Relax, you'll be great.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
these are the golden cup championship qualifying trials.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
(YAWNS)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
(BARBIE GASPS)
Wow, Patricia just raised the bar.
You know what that means.
Time to bring our A game.
ALL: Pandora's pyramid.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
(HEART POUNDING)
CHELSEA AND MILA: (IN DISTANT VOICES) Barbie! Barbie! Barbie!
Uh...
Get it together, Barbie.
CHELSEA AND MILA: (IN SLOW MOTION) Barbie! Barbie! Barbie!
Oh! Whoa! Unh!
(BOTH GASP)
- Oh! - Oh, no!
Ugh. I totally psyched myself out.
Don't be so hard on yourself. We still qualified for the championship.
Barely.
You just need to get out of your head.
Yeah. Stop worrying so much.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Oh, it's Auntie Zoe. Hey, Auntie Z. What's up?
AUNT ZOE: (OVER PHONE) How would my three favorite gymnasts
like to join me for a relaxing picnic?
We do like picnics.
Sure. Sounds like fun.
Oh, great.
I know just the spot. I'll text you the location.
Okay. See you.
See? Things are looking up already.
Wow, what an amazing view.
Yeah, but it's kind of in the middle of nowhere.
It's exactly what she texted me.
It is pretty perfect for a picnic.
Oh, come on, guys. You know I like to be prepared.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
Um, you got any food in there?
She's really late.
Let's give her a few more minutes.
(DOOR WHIRRING)
What?
Whoa.
RENEE: What is this place?
Come on. Let's check it out.
Uh, why?
Are you kidding?
The Hollywood sign just opened up. How can we not go inside?
Well, if you put it like that...
What about your aunt Zoe? Ah!
Now what?
(ALL GASP)
Um, what just happened?
We just got body-scanned.
(BEEPS)
Cool.
Mmm, guys, I don't think we should go in.
Come on, what's the worst that could happen?
Where do you think it goes?
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ALL THUD AND GRUNT)
(TERESA GROANS)
ALL: Huh?
(CROWD CHATTERING)
Wow.
Just try to blend in.
(ALL GASP)
Wow, that's a fusion-powered jetpack.
Aah. Whoa!
(MAN YELLING)
(GRUNTS)
(THUDS)
Whoa.
Zip-line backpack? Cool!
If I had that backpack, I'd never walk again.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Whoa.
What a sweet ride.
Oh! Awesome.
- Is that a build-your-own-pizza bar? - AUNT ZOE: All you can eat.
ALL: Huh?
AUNT ZOE: Open 24 hours.
I see you've found the picnic spot.
Auntie Zoe?
What are you doing here?
(ALL GASP)
(IN BRITISH ACCENT) Girls, welcome to I-3,
the International Intelligence and Innovation Agency.
I didn't really bring you here for a picnic.
I brought you here
because we have a very important mission for you.
Wait, you're the head of an international intelligence agency?
And you want us to become secret agents
'cause why?
Allow me to explain.
ALL: Wow.
There have been five robberies in the last five weeks,
all involving rare ancient gemstones.
There are three remaining gems that,
if stolen and assembled correctly,
can be quite destructive.
Many years ago, the agency developed a gem-powered EMP weapon.
Electromagnetic pulse technology.
But it was deemed too dangerous.
We disbanded the program and destroyed the tech.
But it looks like it's been reassembled.
It is imperative we stop the jewel thief
before she steals the three remaining gems.
Why not just get them yourselves?
Well, for one, we think the thief is working for someone.
And you want us to find out who?
How are we going to do that?
As you can see, the suspect in question is no ordinary thief.
Our cat burglar displays a level of athletic skill and agility
that has made them virtually uncatchable.
Believe me, we've tried.
But you girls could change all that.
Can we just back up for a sec?
How long have you been British?
Really? You're hung up on that?
Uh, yeah. The Auntie Zoe I know
loves to wear tracksuits and knit cat clothing.
Aunt Zoe is my cover, dear. This is the real me.
You think we can be secret agents and catch this thief?
Without question, my dear.
I've been watching you compete since you were little.
I have never seen such raw talent.
Acrobatics and agility.
Power and strength.
Precision and focus.
Of course, you'll need some additional training.
But I have no doubt that you're exactly what the agency needs
to apprehend the suspect.
MAN: (OVER PA) Miss Z, they need you in operations.
Excuse me, girls. This should only take a moment.
I can't believe it.
We're gonna be secret agents.
Uh, no, we're not. We're gymnasts. We have curfews.
We still sleep with stuffed animals.
Speak for yourself.
Guys, seriously. Who doesn't want to become a spy?
You get to wear disguises, travel the world, have amazing adventures.
That may sound great to you, Miss Always-Up-for-Anything. But me?
I like to avoid potentially dangerous situations.
Wait. Did you say "dangerous"? I'm in.
And besides,
we're training for the championship. We can't do both.
Yes, we can. Teresa, the chance to do something this cool
and make a real difference doesn't come along every day.
We have to give it a shot.
Come on. Please?
Fine.
So, what do you girls say?
When do we get started?
I knew I could count on you.
Follow me. I'll get you set up.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
As if you don't still sleep with stuffed animals.
Shh.
So, when do you think the thief will make their next move?
MISS Z: Based on our threat-assessment experts' analysis,
we expect the thief's next strike to occur in the next 24 hours.
So, we need to get you field ready as quickly as possible.
I'm sorry, but that accent is seriously freaking me out, Auntie Zoe.
You'll get used to it, dear.
Oh, and while we're at work,
I think it's best to call me by my agency name, Miss Z.
Now, it's important that we keep the EMP's resurgence quiet.
Letting the public know would only spread panic and chaos.
Yeah, we wouldn't want any of that.
Is that a 10-zettabyte server housing a threat matrix analyzer?
One hundred zettabytes. It powers the agency worldwide.
How did you...
Heh. I read a lot of Wired magazine.
Don't believe everything you read.
Girls, this is Agent Dunbar.
He will be your training specialist.
Nice to meet you.
- You too... Ah! - CAT: Meow.
TERESA: Aw, so cute.
Hey there, robo-kitty.
What's your name?
Violet. What's yours?
A talking robot cat. Cool.
Violet is actually one of our tech bots.
Quite indispensable
when it comes to surveillance and gadgetry in the field.
(VIOLET MEOWS)
So, the cat-lady thing isn't just a cover, huh?
Not entirely. All right, then.
Agent Dunbar, I believe it's time
to get our new recruits started.
Ahem. Ladies, this way. There's a lot to see.
Good luck, girls. And welcome aboard.
And that's our disguise dispensary.
(ALL GASP)
Look at all the disguises.
We could play dress-up in there for days.
(ALL GIGGLE)
(AGENT DUNBAR CLEARS THROAT)
Heh. Wow. Aah!
Aw.
BARBIE: Ooh. What happens in there?
That is on a need-to-know basis, and you do not need to know.
Whoa.
We're about to enter the invention lab.
Every gadget, weapon and disguise
utilized in the field is created, tested and perfected in here.
ALL: Whoa!
Uh, sorry about that.
Our young inventor apparently finished robotics school
two years ahead of his class.
- Sweet. - Hmm.
Hmm. Uh, anybody see my "World's Best Inventor" mug?
I used it to test out a new invisibility spray, and now I can't find it.
Lazslo. The new recruits.
Right. I'm sorry.
- Hello. - AGENT DUNBAR: Ahem.
Uh, hi, welcome. Everyone. Welcome, everyone.
Lazslo, didn't you have something for the girls?
Oh yes, of course. Um, right this way, ladies.
Hey, cool. Did you make this?
Oh, yeah, that's one of my security prototypes.
I'm having a little trouble getting it to meet durability standards.
That, and his glide ratio is only clocking in at 4-to-1.
I was just thinking if I increase the wingspan, it could change...
Have you considered using a Graphene metal composite coding for the build?
Hey, that might work.
You know about this sort of thing?
I've been toying with some robot designs of my own.
(SIGHS)
I think you have a fan.
(CHUCKLES)
(AGENT DUNBAR CLEARS THROAT)
Right.
Did you really invent all this stuff?
By yourself?
Aren't you, like, 12?
I'm 17, actually.
I sort of had a knack for biomechanics since I was little.
Huh? Right. But you can't do anything without a great team.
This is my right-hand man... Uh, hand.
Speaking of teams...
Right.
(VIOLET YOWLS)
LAZSLO: This is your tech bot, Percy.
(PANTS)
(BARKS)
(ALL GASP)
And by "yours," I mean all three of you. Not just you. Although...
Aw, you are so cute.
Who's a handsome boy?
You are. Yes, you are.
I know. I'm adorable.
Now that we've got that out of the way,
what do you say we lose the baby talk, eh?
- TERESA: Huh? - Oh, excuse us, uh, sir?
You're sixth-generation alpha series, aren't you?
Well, if you're free later, I...
Sorry, Whiskers, no can do.
I'm on the clock 24/7, 365.
(VIOLET MEOWS)
Come on, Percy.
I could combine your software debugging appointments.
I don't think so.
All right, ladies. Playtime's over.
If they make it past training, I'll send them back for the rest.
Good luck!
(GLASS CLINKS)
I found my invisible mug!
The first rule of being a secret agent
is tell no one you are a secret agent.
Yes, sir.
- Roger that. - Loud and clear.
Would anyone like to take a wild guess at the second rule?
Uh...
Don't bother. It's the same as the first. The third rule is...
Don't tell anyone you're a secret agent.
No.
Know how to defend yourself.
(GIRLS GRUNT)
At ease. We'll get to that.
Oh, heh.
AGENT DUNBAR: First I need to assess your abilities.
(ALL GASP)
What happened to your body?
I forgot to tell you. There's a button on your belt
that activates stealth mode.
Awesome.
Cool.
(SINGSONG) I'm a floating head, I'm a floating head.
(ALL LAUGH)
Hey, guys, look, I totally blend.
(ALL LAUGH)
We so have to add this to our routine. Ha, ha.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Aw.
Now, keep in mind that becoming a great agent
is not merely about focus and talent.
It is about determination, concentration, stamina and teamwork.
Not a problem, Agent Dunbar.
Hmm.
We'll see.
AGENT DUNBAR: Prepare yourselves, ladies, for your first challenge.
This might look easy, but trust me, it's not.
(TERESA GASPS)
Don't worry. There's a device on your utility belt to the left of your buckle.
Hmm?
Whoa.
Sweet.
Whoa.
- They're rappelling backpacks. - BARBIE: Hmm.
(GASPS)
(SCREAMS)
Cool.
Oh, awesome.
Piece of cake.
Uh, unless the rope breaks
and we instantly plunge to the ground.
What are the odds of that happening?
5082-to-1.
And by instantly, I'm talking three seconds.
Maybe less, based on body mass,
air temperature and wind resistance.
You're a real ray of sunshine, aren't you?
Teresa, you got this. You'll be fine. Just breathe.
(SIGHS)
Sure, the cat gets nap mode, and I get this.
Yes.
(RENEE CHEERS)
- BARBIE: Go, Renee! - Whoo!
Nice.
(ALL CHEER)
- See, I told you. Piece of cake. - TERESA: Give me a high five.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Oh.
Save the celebrations, ladies.
You still have two more challenges and very little time.
To successfully navigate this laser field,
you must maintain concentration at all times.
Oh, no.
Ready, team?
Uh...
Unh.
Hmm.
(GRUNTING)
You're up.
Heh.
Renee, you gotta slow down.
Or you could speed up.
Hmm.
BARBIE: Guys, it's all good.
We just gotta make it through one more section.
Ah! The handspring combo from our routine should do the trick.
(ALL GRUNTING)
Come on, Teresa.
Yes!
Ah. No alarms triggered.
Hmm.
Sometimes taking the path less traveled
is the best way to apprehend a suspect.
This one will be easy.
Your training partners have been programmed to attack, block
and generally make your lives difficult.
Easy, huh?
(BABBLES)
Um...
Let's do this.
(GASPS)
Ah! Whoa.
(ALL BABBLING)
(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
What are the odds of this ever being the best way to get somewhere?
Slim to absolute zero.
(SIGHS)
Hmm.
Look out!
Seriously?
Think of it like playing a video game.
RENEE: Over here!
Uh...
Whoa.
Whoo-hoo!
Made it!
Hmm, not bad, heh. Not bad at all.
You can say that again. High five!
(VIOLET SIGHS)
Tough room.
Congratulations, ladies. You're cleared for your first mission.
You may have only a small amount of free time.
I suggest you use it wisely. Go get your gear.
ALL: (CHEERING) Yeah!
- Nicely done. - High five! Whoo!
That was amazing! You were all...
Hi-ya! Hi-ya!
And tumble, tumble, tumble.
And... Huh-ya!
(CHUCKLES)
I saw it all on surveillance.
Oh, yeah. Follow me.
Graduation presents!
- Whoa. - Cool.
For you.
Huh?
Uh, not just you. All of you.
Which obviously includes you.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
Uh, shall we?
(GIRLS CHATTER)
- Wow. - Whoa, cool.
Careful with that.
Seriously? I'm a girl. It's lip gloss.
(GIGGLING)
Oops, sorry.
Lip gloss, ha-ha-ha...
Giggle, ha-ha-ha...
Taser.
(PANTING)
I am so keeping this.
Here. Try this one. It's safer
for me.
Hmm?
(BEEPS)
TERESA: Whoa.
A mini-scanner. Ah!
BOTH: With infrared heat signatures!
(TERESA CHUCKLES)
What's so special about this?
Ooh, soft.
(GASPS)
- What? Is it not my color? - Ha, ha.
Mmm, something like that.
Uh, you might wanna look in a mirror.
(YELPS)
Uh, no offense, Lazslo, but this thing's adjustable, right?
Yeah, sure. That's just the prototype.
Hmm.
Phew.
(CHUCKLES)
Huh?
Oh. A stick. Cool.
Still working on that, too?
Not just a stick.
A Gymnastic Launching Innovative Spy Stick.
GLISS.
Oh. A super-high-tech, weird-sounding stick.
I don't know. I think it sounds cool.
Allow me to demonstrate.
You're gonna love this.
Stylish.
The GLISS and the bracelet work together. Here, give it a try.
Whoa.
This is cool.
- Wow. - Whoa.
Huh.
(GRUNTS)
So cool.
- Whoa. - Ah!
If you're wearing the bracelet, the GLISS will always come back to you.
Really?
Awesome.
Thanks, Lazslo.
It does more the more you use it, too.
And you can send it messages from these Keypad Nails.
Whoa. Keypad Nails?
Give them a try.
Hey, Barbie. Incoming.
(BRACELET BEEPING)
Cool.
Huh. I wonder if it would work with synaptic interfacing.
That's a great idea.
You're so amazing.
Uh, you are all amazing, heh, heh.
- Thank you. - Yeah, thanks so much, Lazslo.
- Seriously. - Wait.
There's more.
(ALL GIGGLE)
Huh?
(ENGINE REVS)
Whoa.
Sweet, am I right?
He's right.
Amazing.
They're yours. Surprise!
(GIRLS GASP)
- Ours? - What?
No way.
These babies are loaded. Titanium-reinforced body.
Holographic view screen. Night-vision windshield.
A sparkle-bomb launcher for a diversion
and a sidecar for your favorite tech bot.
That would be me.
Okay. You're serious? This is for us?
Every great secret agent needs a sweet ride.
They're Hairdo Helmets.
Not only do these babies protect your head,
they protect you from helmet hair.
RENEE: Dude, I don't know how you come up with all this,
but I like it.
You girls have ridden before, right?
- BARBIE: Of course. - TERESA: I'm a pro.
RENEE: Just like riding a bike!
(ENGINE REVS)
Whoa.
Ah!
Aah! Uh, heh-heh-heh.
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Careful out there!
BARBIE: Thanks, Lazslo!
RENEE: Whoa.
Ugh. I hate to say it, but Dunbar was right.
Being a secret agent isn't as easy as it looks.
Ugh, I know. Even my eyelashes are tired.
Ugh, good thing there's no homework in secret-agent school.
CHELSEA: Secret-agent school?
Does that actually exist?
'Cause I would totally go there.
Me, too!
Right? Ha, ha.
I mean, who wouldn't?
Heh, heh, you know, if there was such a thing.
Which there absolutely isn't.
No, there is not.
(ALL CHUCKLING)
Uh...
BARBIE: Hey, Chelsea, Mila,
would you guys mind grabbing our hoops from the equipment room while we warm up?
BOTH: Sure.
(CHELSEA AND MILA GIGGLING)
Whew. My bad. I did not see them behind us.
(BRACELET BEEPS)
MISS Z: (OVER COMM) Spy Squad. It's go time.
- Ah! - Sweet.
Let's roll.
Huh? Where'd they go?
BARBIE: Spy Squad is en route.
MISS Z: Good.
Satellite surveillance has just detected a security breach
inside the penthouse owned by billionaire Griffin Pitts.
TERESA: Pulling up building schematics now.
BARBIE: What makes you think our jewel thief is behind this break-in?
MISS Z: Mr. Pitts is also one of the world's
biggest collectors of art and gems.
Percy will meet you on scene.
Now, agents, I must remind you. This is a covert operation.
Don't trigger any alarms and leave no trace.
Remember your training, and make me proud.
About time you ladies got here.
Hey, Percy.
Wow, love these Hairdo Helmets.
Come on, the chase is my favorite part of the job.
Let's do this.
Activate stealth mode.
BARBIE: Proceed with caution.
Hmm, no signs of forced entry.
Maybe it was a false alarm.
Accessing security system.
Oops.
WOMAN: Let me save you the trouble.
I'm up here, and you're too late.
But if it makes you feel any better, love the outfits. Ha-ha-ha.
Too bad you don't have the jewels to go with them.
No, but we're about to.
(THIEF SNICKERS)
If that's as fast as you can go, you might as well give up now.
(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
(SNICKERS)
Percy, see if you can deactivate the lasers
while we take care of her.
I'm on it.
(SNICKERS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Whew.
- RENEE: Teresa! Incoming! - Huh?
Here I come!
Renee! Look out!
Whoa!
(YELLS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
- Heh, heh, heh. - BARBIE: Hey!
Sure you don't wanna stop and wait for your little friends?
(SCOFFS)
Ah, where is it? Where is it?
(GRUNTING)
(ALL SIGH)
THIEF: Oh, ladies.
- Catch. - BARBIE: Oh, no!
(RENEE SCREAMS)
Huh?
Laser frequency located and terminated.
You're all mine now.
(SCREAMS AND GRUNTS)
(THIEF SNICKERS)
Yoo-hoo!
Up there!
Huh?
(BOTH PANTING)
How did we lose her?
There!
(GIRLS GASP)
Come on. Chase me already.
Let's go.
Are you kidding me?
Come on, this is our moment to shine.
Catch the thief, get the gem, save the world.
Okay.
(SNICKERS)
(THIEF LAUGHS)
(GASPS)
(SCREAMS)
- Oh, no. - PERCY: Grr.
- Heh, heh, heh. - RENEE: You gotta stop looking down.
I can't.
Aw, trouble in paradise?
(TERESA WHIMPERING)
Pressure's on. What you gonna do?
Play it safe or try and catch me?
Hmm, this is why I work alone.
You can do this, T.
It's just like we practiced.
Hurry! She's getting away!
Ugh, and I'm out of rope.
Take a deep breath.
(EXHALES)
(SCOFFS)
- Ready? - Mmm-hmm.
(BARBIE SCREAMS)
- Aah! - Oh, no!
(ALL SCREAMING)
Wish I could stay and hang, but you know me.
Places to go, things to steal.
(WHIMPERING)
Failing one mission isn't the end of the world, girls.
But the higher-ups aren't known for their patience.
Especially when it comes to losing the Firestorm Ruby.
- Don't worry, Percy. - Oh!
You know, they really ought to have you wear a bell or something.
Miss Z, it was totally my fault.
The team did great. I'm the one who messed up.
Let's just chalk it up to beginner nerves and move forward. Shall we?
Tomorrow night, the National Museum is holding an invitation-only gala
for its exhibition of ancient gemstones.
To ensure the highest level of secrecy,
you'll need to infiltrate the event undercover.
I had Lazslo pull some options for you.
You can go see him now. Dismissed.
Undercover?
That means disguises.
Ooh, these brushes are soft.
Told you.
Oh, let me try.
Ooh, super soft.
Huh?
What?
Uh, even I don't wanna see that much of me.
Try these instead.
(ALL LAUGH)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Thanks, Lazslo.
These'll be great for tonight.
You're welcome.
I mean, you're all welcome. Anytime.
Ooh, and perfume.
Wait!
That's not perfume. That's...
A sparkle bomb. Great for distractions.
I'll take a few of these.
- You coming? - Heh.
- See you. - Good luck tonight.
Hey! You know what would go great with these?
BARBIE: Let me guess.
- Pizza? - Yep. You guys in?
- Why not? - Uh, you guys go ahead.
I'll meet you later.
I'm gonna practice with my GLISS.
Okay, see you later.
We'll save you a slice.
(GRUNTS)
Hmm.
(YELLS)
(GRUNTS)
Hmm.
Whoa.
Huh? Unh!
Yes!
You're getting pretty good with that.
I'm just playing around.
I get it. It's about enjoying yourself, not being perfect.
I guess so.
Doing something you enjoy
is always a good way to get out of your head.
You can control it, you know? Your mind.
Like you control the GLISS.
What do you mean?
Have you ever tried visualizing?
It's a way to train your brain like you train your body.
Before you do whatever you're trying to do,
you picture yourself accomplishing it.
Then you do. See it, then be it.
Hmm.
Why don't you go get some rest?
You have a big night ahead of you.
I'll check in with you on my comm link when I'm in position.
Okay, Percy. We'll see you inside.
Let's go, girls.
MAN: You are late.
(ALL GRUNT)
Ahh, don't tell me the academy sent me trainees again.
- No, sir. - We're fully trained.
(GIRLS GIGGLE)
Fine. Give me 350 shrimp and 200 mini egg rolls.
Now.
Oui, chef.
Order up.
Remember, this is just our cover.
Yeah, we don't actually have to do it.
CHEF: I don't hear the plating.
Oh, yes, we do.
(IN FRENCH ACCENT) A disguise is more than just an outfit.
You have to feel the chef. Be the chef.
Whoa. Aah!
(THUD)
(GASPS)
Sorry.
(CHUCKLES)
(RENEE YELLING)
- BARBIE: I got you. - RENEE: Whoa!
Whoa!
Ta-da.
(BOTH GASP)
(ALL SCREAM)
Oh, no.
(CHUCKLES)
(BRACELET BEEPS)
PERCY: (OVER COMM) I'm in position. You're clear for phase two.
Copy that.
(CHEF EXCLAIMS IN FRENCH)
What have you done to my kitchen? What... Grr.
Quick, this way.
You guys look stunning.
(IN NORMAL VOICE) You look pretty amazing yourself, Barbie.
Thanks.
(CROWD CHATTERING)
I don't see anything suspicious. Do you?
(ALARM BLARING)
PERCY: We have a breach. Northwest corner.
Copy that. We're on our way.
Northwest corner, this way.
False alarm, maybe?
Could be an electrical short.
Looks like the security system's been hacked.
Percy, run a scan of the security system. Percy?
(STATIC CRACKLING OVER COMM)
His frequency has been scrambled.
It was just a trick to draw us away
from the gem. Quick, downstairs.
Access the museum server and put the building on lockdown.
Copy that.
Everyone's gone.
Run a thermal scan. See if we're really alone.
(BEEPING)
We have company.
And I have a shiny new toy.
That's what happens when you're fashionably late.
You miss all the fun.
The gem!
Comm links are down. Did you find the...
Up there.
How does she keep beating us?
I don't know, but it's about to stop.
Hi-ya!
Oh, man, I hate heights.
You're going to nail it. Let's do this.
(BOTH GRUNT)
- Hey, I did it. I did it! - Cool.
Must be so frustrating to always be one step behind.
- No way. - Was that a...
Triple Arabian flip?
(WHIMPERS)
Careful, sweetheart.
Don't forget what happened last time you tried to keep up with me.
What did Auntie Zoe say?
"See it, then be it."
Ugh, get it together, Barbie.
Whoa.
Whoa! Aah!
(BOTH GASP)
(ALL YELLING)
(GASPS)
Ha, ha, got you.
Heh, so close and yet so far.
(SNICKERS)
- RENEE: We lost her. - Again.
We just received new intel that the final gem has been targeted.
Unfortunately, you won't be the ones to retrieve it.
- But... - MISS Z: It's true.
The director of National Intelligence
has decided to terminate your training.
- Huh? - What? Really?
The stakes are just too high now.
If the thief gets to the last remaining gem before we do,
not only do we lose the gem,
we lose the key to finding the EMP weapon.
So, what are you saying? We're out?
As in fired?
Like, permanently?
Girls, you know I love you. But it's out of my hands now.
I'm sorry.
I wish things had turned out differently. We all do.
I'll miss you.
Uh, not just you. All of you.
(BARBIE SIGHS)
All right, then. Good work. See you.
Should we...
Oh. I'll go.
You don't have to put on an act, Percy.
I'm a professional, darling.
This sort of thing comes with the territory. It's no big deal.
(PERCY SOBBING)
I'm gonna miss them so much.
You know what? I'm not supposed to do this,
but why don't you keep your gear
for one more day and bring it back tomorrow?
- Really? - You'd really do that?
I'd do anything for you.
All of you.
GIRLS: Aw.
Cool, so, it's a date.
I mean, I'll see you tomorrow.
I'll see you all tomorrow.
All right, who's ready to put yesterday behind us?
Yeah, I guess so.
I'm gonna miss that free pizza, though.
(CHELSEA AND MILA GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNT)
You guys okay?
Yeah. Hey, Barbie.
I can't believe I keep messing that up.
Again.
Every time I get to this one part, I just... Ugh.
I don't know how to explain it.
You get in your head?
Get scared you're gonna mess up and let everyone down?
- Then you do? - Yeah. How did you know?
Lucky guess.
Must be a sister thing.
It's okay to make mistakes.
No one expects you to be perfect.
That's one of the cool things about being part of a team.
It's not up to one person.
What do you mean?
You support your team, right?
Yeah.
Well, they're there to support you, too.
No matter what.
Like family.
Wow. I was way off. I thought you were mad at me or something.
What? No, not at all.
Then how come you've been so secretive lately, Barbie?
You keep disappearing and stuff.
I'm sorry, Chels.
I wish I could share everything with you, but I can't right now.
When I can, I will. Okay?
Mmm-hmm.
How about we work on that round-off?
Perfect. Ready to try on your own?
Can we practice one more time?
See if this works. Next time you get nervous
try to picture yourself doing the move exactly the way you want to.
Then do it.
See it, then be it.
I'll try.
It worked!
Thattagirl.
All right, Chelsea!
Thanks, Barbie. That was awesome advice.
Yeah, I guess it was.
Was that a Triple Arabian?
(PATRICIA SNICKERS)
I don't know why you try and keep up with me.
What did you say?
I don't know why you try and keep up with me.
Took me a second without your catsuit and stolen gems.
So, you found me.
Too bad finding and catching aren't the same thing.
Patricia is the thief.
Patricia is the thief?
(SNICKERS)
- Let's go. - Wait.
We're not secret agents anymore, remember?
We got fired.
This is about doing the right thing.
That's why we became agents in the first place, isn't it? Come on.
Should we...
Follow them?
Nah. She'll tell me when she's ready.
BARBIE: No luck reaching Agent Dunbar.
RENEE: I couldn't get Auntie Z either.
TERESA: Same with Lazslo.
BARBIE: We'll just have to do it on our own.
TERESA: Approaching suspect now.
Gotcha.
(TIRES SCREECH)
(GASPS)
Cool.
TERESA: Launching sparkle bomb.
(GASPS)
TERESA: Whoops. Didn't think this through.
(SNICKERS)
TERESA: Argh. We lost her.
RENEE: Again.
BARBIE: No, we didn't. I placed a tracker on her.
RENEE: Cool.
BARBIE: Wait, why would Patricia be going to headquarters?
TERESA: Are you sure your tracker is calibrated?
BARBIE: Only one way to find out.
(ENGINE REVS)
BARBIE: Come on, I know a shortcut.
Ah! Go, go, go.
(BUZZES)
They already removed our security clearance.
Now what?
Hmm.
(DOOR WHIRRING)
Arf. I say...
ALL: Percy!
Just a normal dog heading back in from a walk, heh.
(BEEPS)
(BARKS)
We go stealth.
(FOOTSTEPS)
(BEEPING)
She's in the off-limits sector.
RENEE: We'll never get through that door.
Hmm.
Quick. Up there.
(WHISPERING) Renee, you're the loudest crawler I know.
(WHISPERING) Can you whisper any louder?
(WHISPERING) Guys, we have to keep it down.
I still don't get why she'd be here.
Maybe this will help.
It's another gift.
It's the last gem.
(DOOR OPENS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Sorry, that's mine.
Shh.
Hello?
Teresa? It's me. Lazslo.
From the agency. I saw you called.
I got your gem, but those girls are onto me.
And I'd be careful if I were you.
You've certainly proven your loyalty, Patricia.
(ALL GASP)
- Agent Dunbar? - No.
It's Lazslo!
(YELLS)
(Lazslo CRASHING)
Who's there?
Lazslo.
Shh. Lazslo, we know it's you.
Yeah, sure, I knew you did.
I was just, you know, making sure that...
Aah!
(RENEE YELLS)
(SCREAMS)
Send backup! Off-limits room! Stat!
Aah!
(STAMMERS)
AGENT DUNBAR: Ladies, I'm glad you're here.
(GIRLS GRUNTING)
AGENT DUNBAR: You're about to learn another important lesson.
Treat your team right, or they will steal your secrets
and use them against you.
What did the agency ever do to you?
I was in line to be the head of this agency, but they overlooked me
for your precious Aunt Zoe.
So, you stole the plans to the EMP weapon.
- And had her steal the gems to power it. - Hmm.
To think, I looked up to you, Patricia.
Eh.
You know, being the bad guy is even more fun than I expected.
After I use the EMP weapon to destroy the agency's main server,
I'll blame it all on Miss Z.
You can't blame her. That's so unfair.
Oh, but I can.
But think about how much destruction you'll cause.
I have.
If it's as brutal as I predict, I may even go global with it.
Who needs to run an agency when you can rule the world?
(AGENT DUNBAR LAUGHING)
(GASPS)
Would you like to do the honors?
Uh, yeah, about that, I just wanted to make some extra cash.
I'm not really into the whole world-domination thing.
Good luck with that, though.
AGENT DUNBAR: Nice try.
But you have to pick a side. Mine or theirs?
I pick
mine.
(SCOFFS)
Her loss.
Time to initiate phase one.
You, come with me.
You, watch them.
COMPUTER: All employees proceed to safe room. This is not a drill.
All employees proceed to safe room. This is not a drill.
Renee, Teresa.
Hey, what do you feed a hungry robot?
(DRONING)
Megabytes. Get it?
(LAUGHING)
COMPUTER: All employees proceed to safe room. This is not a drill.
Think you can handle the rest?
We got this.
Once they're under control, try and reprogram them.
I've got Dunbar.
(ALARM BLARING)
COMPUTER: All employees proceed to safe room. This is not a drill.
Hey, Dunbar.
Grr. Get her.
COMPUTER: All employees proceed to safe room. This is not a drill.
All employees...
Time for phase two.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
How did you get out?
Did you really think you could stop me?
(BARBIE SCREAMS)
(AGENT DUNBAR LAUGHS)
Guess what. It's sparkle time.
(RENEE AND TERESA GRUNTING)
Don't even think about moving.
- TERESA AND RENEE: Huh? - She said don't move.
(VIOLET AND PERCY GROWL)
(LAUGHS)
(ROBOTS CLANK)
You'll never get away with this, Dunbar.
I already have, Barbie.
So young. So foolish.
(LAUGHING)
- Not so fast, Dunbar. - Huh?
(GASPS)
Oh, Patricia, you disappoint me.
Then you're really gonna hate this.
(GRUNTING)
Nice. Why the sudden team spirit?
Let's just say having people who care might not be the worst thing.
Come on, you. You're next.
Lazslo, catch.
This one's ready.
Got it. We have to move faster. Barbie's on her own.
(ALL DRONING)
(BARBIE SCREAMS)
The GLISS!
Heh, heh. Now, time to get this party started.
You'll never get away with this on my watch.
You're too late.
Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out, Agent Dunbar?
Hmm.
(GRUNTS)
Seriously, who are you?
Hmm, you'll get used to it, dear.
(AGENT DUNBAR LAUGHS)
I just started the countdown sequence.
We have to deactivate the weapon before it destroys the server.
We got these metal heads.
(ALL YELLING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(BEEPING)
(LAUGHS)
Barbie.
(BEEPS)
(LAUGHS)
MISS Z: See it, then be it.
(GASPS)
Huh?
(BEEPING)
(LAUGHING)
You're too late!
It's the EMP. It's jamming the signals.
Oh, no.
Not Percy and Violet!
The EMP weapon was never designed to be turned off once it's been started.
If we can detach at least one of these gems,
we can stop this thing from going off.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
It seems to be held by an electromagnetic field.
Barbie, try the GLISS.
Meow.
I say!
Percy!
Boys, you know what to do.
(DRONING)
AGENT DUNBAR: Hey!
What are you doing?
(AGENT DUNBAR GRUNTING)
You're supposed to be on my side.
I guess you wanted to be part of a team after all.
(GROWLS)
Too bad you chose the wrong one.
You haven't seen the last of Agent Dunbar.
You'll see. Mark my words!
Nice work, girls. Put it there.
ALL: Don't mess with the Spy Squad.
Whoo!
Seems like there's something to this teamwork thing after all.
Seems that way, doesn't it?
You all should be proud of yourselves.
What you did today was nothing short of remarkable.
Your friend Patricia is lucky.
If you hadn't vouched for her,
she'd have gotten a lot more than probation.
(BRACELET BEEPS)
Guys, it's time.
Aunt Zoe, we gotta bounce.
I look forward to our next mission together.
We'll be in touch.
I'll miss you.
And by "you," I mean...
ALL: All of us. We know, Lazslo.
(Lazslo AND VIOLET LAUGH)
Uh, Teresa, I'll call you.
Good luck at the meet.
ANNOUNCER: (OVER PA) Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the championships.
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
Guys, whatever happens today, however things go,
I already feel like I've won with you as my team.
Thanks for reminding me that that's what it's really about.
BOTH: Aw.
We're still gonna try and win though, right?
Is that what you... No, actually, that is worth clarifying.
Uh, yeah, we're going for the win.
BOTH: Yes!
Uh...
Hey, guys. Good luck out there.
Thanks.
ANNOUNCER: Athletes, take your places.
The competition will begin momentarily.
Go, team, go!
CHELSEA: Go, Barbie! Whoo!
MILA: Whoo!
BOTH: You guys are the best.
Thanks, you guys.
Hey, Aunt Zoe.
(IN AMERICAN ACCENT) Remember your training and make me proud.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
(CHELSEA AND MILA CHEER)
CHELSEA: Go, Barbie! Whoo!
MILA: Whoo!
See it, then be it.
(AUDIENCE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
(ALL GIGGLE)
(BEEPS)
MISS Z: (IN NORMAL VOICE OVER COMM) Welcome back, agents.
Prepare for your next mission.
It's go time.
ALL: Here comes Spy Squad.