Guys, I need to prep you for a very important mission,
and to demonstrate, Leo...
Anh-danh.
Mission specialist dooley.
Will be adding a little more audio-visual "pizzazzle"
to the usual snooze-fest.
Hey, you want a show? Kick in the dough.
Tonight I'm sending you to gather intelligence.
Oh, you hear that, Adam?
You'd better bring a big basket.
Leo.
I was satellite-scouting industrial sites
when I found this warehouse that I think
is a front for environmental chemicals.
See these barrels?
They're full of toxic chemicals.
They're expensive to dispose of properly,
so they're probably just gonna dump them into the sea.
Which could harm ocean life and obliterate the coastline.
Owen, you are so sweet.
Yes, I will "Bree" your Valentine.
See, he took my name and...
Yeah, we got it.
Even I got it.
I didn't get it.
What is going on?
She's talking to Owen again.
He's an artist, and he claims
that Bree is his muse.
Well, I for one, am not a-mused.
Gimme that!
And you, off the phone!
Ugh! Fine.
Just tell us what you invented,
what went wrong, and how long till it blows up.
Look, the police cannot bust these guys without evidence,
so I need you to sneak in there and gather samples.
Show 'em the barrel.
Now, there's only one safe way to get the samples,
and Leo... Ahem.
Sorry. Mission specialist dooley
will demonstrate.
First, take the canister and attach it to the spout.
Push down and turn 45 degrees...
To create an airtight seal.
Then pull the handle.
Lol, Owen!
Bree!
Come on!
Why do I have to pay attention all the time?
Strong. Smart. Fast.
Let's just do this already.
Bree, how many times have I told you?
No texting while super speeding!
Narrator: The world's first bionic superhumans.
They're stronger than us,
faster, smarter...
The next generation of the human race is...
Living in my basement?
♪♪
You know, for a shady warehouse,
this place has a fantastic vending machine.
Where is Bree?
If Mr. Davenport finds out she's late for a mission,
she's gonna be in big trouble.
Oh, she just texted me. She's with Owen.
I love this game!
I'm... with... chase.
Man.
It's gonna take forever to get these samples
without Bree's help.
Now, put your gloves on and grab a canister.
Hey, guys.
Guess what.
You had a collision with a poodle on a tricycle
who works at a paint store.
No.
Owen made this for me.
He says the tire tracks represent
how we're all wheels in society's machine.
Okay, whatever. I don't get it either,
but the important thing is that he made it for me.
Hey, hey, this is serious.
You're late, and you're not even in your mission suit.
Yeah! How are we supposed to know you're even on our team?
Can we just hurry up?
Give me your gloves, stand guard, and get out of my way.
Mm. Bossy.
"Hey, Bree, what'd you do this weekend?"
"Oh, nothing. Just collected smelly chemicals
with my stupid brothers. It was super fun."
That's Owen!
Aww! He said hi!
There. Done.
All right.
I'm going back to Owen. He's gonna go paint a portrait of me.
Ooh, really? It's gonna hurt
when he rides his bike all over your face.
Later, losers.
Bree, don't run that way our you'll...
Set off the security alarm.
Quick! We gotta get outta here!
Forget it! Let's go!
Wake up! I want a complete debriefing
of what went wrong last night
without any giggling when I use the word "debriefing."
Guys, you failed the mission. What happened?
Get back in your capsule! Get back in!
The system is detecting a high level
of contamination in Bree's capsule.
What? That's ridiculous.
How could my capsule be...?
Ohh.
Ohh, what?
What is "ohh"?
Duh! "O's" the second letter in the number 10.
Bree, is it possible you were exposed
to something toxic on the mission?
Oh, it certainly was. According to this,
Bree's mission suit never left her capsule last night.
♪ buh-buh-buh busted! ♪
Why weren't you wearing your mission suit?
Oh, I'll tell you why.
Because she was out with Owen.
She showed up late, contaminated herself,
and then set off the alarm.
And you wonder why no one at school likes you.
Until I figure out exactly what you were exposed to,
the capsule should counteract the effects of your contamination,
but you are quarantined until further notice.
Quarantined?
But Owen's having a big art show at school tonight!
You are not leaving that capsule
until Adam and chase get back in that warehouse
and figure out exactly what you were exposed to.
Besides Owen's bad art?
Great. Now that we've set off the alarm,
getting past security's gonna be even harder.
How are we gonna get in?
Davenport: The same way I'm standing right here,
and you can't see me!
How'd you do that?
He's a witch!
It's my new spatial micro-projection technology.
Dude, I know witchcraft, and you're a witch.
No, I'm not!
This device scans your environment
and uses a matrix of light projections
to create a virtual environment you can hide behind!
Tah-dah!
In invented it as a 3-d modeling engine
for space telescopes.
Aha!
So he's a space witch!
Those are the worst kind.
Distract the guard for a second
so I can scan and project the room's image.
How? I don't know.
Throw something in the trash can to make a noise
so he'll look the other way.
Adam, not a chair! Something small!
Really?
I'm just kidding.
About throwing you, not about you being small.
Ha!
What's that? Who's there?
I've got pepper spray!
Make that breath spray!
This is so cool. He can't even see us.
It is pepper spray!
Aaahhh!
Foxtrot Alpha pickle.
Are you receiving audio, Mr. Davenport?
Copy that, pickle.
Okay, Bree said the dangerous chemical she was exposed to
came from a barrel with a green label on it.
Copy that. We're looking for a green label.
Yeah, Bree's not gonna make it.
Wait a second. Bree said she wasn't wearing her gloves
when she got contaminated.
I've got her fingerprints stored in my database.
I'll use my print recognition app to get a match.
Yes! I found it.
It's called neurothroxin. Is that bad?
Aaahhh!
So, bad, then?
It's terrible!
Exposure to neurothroxin interrupts the connection
between the brain and the muscles.
There is no telling what it'll do to her bionics.
So what do we do?
Well, I can synthesize an antidote,
but you have to get me a sample,
and the effects become permanent after 24 hours,
so hurry up!
Dude, I think the battery just died.
Oh, gimme that.
Ohhh!
Ohhh! I'm blinded!
Freeze!
Break-in in warehouse five!
Unauthorized scuba divers!
Oh, boy.
Adam, the guard's gonna catch us!
Hit him with your super strength.
But I can't see!
I'll tell you when to swing.
Now!
Did I get him?
Adam, be careful, the floor is covered in ice.
What do I do? Run!
The other way!
Ah, Leo, I need help.
I know, but this is not a one-man job.
I'm gonna have to bring in a life coach.
I have to go rescue Adam and chase.
Keep Bree in her capsule.
Don't let her out, or the effects
of her contamination will manifest.
Go on your mission, big "d."
I got this.
I had this.
Wow, Owen, so that whole mask
is made out of video game controllers?
Yep. I call it "mask made of video game controllers."
It's about fate and how true control is a masquerade.
It also scares the heck out of my mom.
Bree, we've gotta...
Aaahhh!
Hey, I need to talk to Bree.
Can you go put your face on pause somewhere?
In life, as in art, there is no pause,
only moving forward.
Can you move forward down the stairs?
That's the guy you snuck out for?
Really?
You've had your fun. Big "d" needs you to stay in your capsule.
Leo, he is overreacting.
I am perfectly fine.
See? Haven't had one single side effect.
That's... that's nothing.
See?
I am trying to come off casual
so Owen doesn't sense how desperate I am.
It's not working.
Uh.
I'm good.
All: Ohh!
See? That is performance art.
I call it "falling uncontrollably down the stairs."
Can you see anything yet?
Nope, but you still sound short.
So, who told you that we were dumping chemicals
into the ocean tonight?
It was only a hunch until you just confirmed it.
Oh, did I?
Yeah, you did.
Oh, did I?
Yes, you did.
Okay, I guess I did.
Ha!
That guard's an idiot.
I'm over here. Ohh.
You there! Release them!
They're coming with me!
Who are you?
The boss sent me in.
They call me... The in-terror-gator!
When I ask questions,
I. Get. Answers!
All right, you two,
you're coming with me.
Not without a fight.
Settle down, punk!
It's me, Davenport!
Just follow my lead!
Oh, that hurts!
Hey, I can see!
You liar! You're not Davenport!
Hello.
I told you he's a witch!
I'm not a witch! I was wearing a cyber mask!
Stop them!
Why do I even bother with safety briefs?
Underwear!
Run!
Bree, Davenport's gonna freak out. We have to go.
Leo, I can't even stand up.
Everything is numb. Look!
Just help me get out of here before it gets "worth."
It's "worth"!
What's happening?
The numbness spread to my tongue!
I can't talk!
Finally, a positive side effect.
Leo!
Let's get you up.
Here we go.
Okay.
Once we get outside,
I'll upgrade you to a nice shopping cart.
How's that?
Bree!
There you are.
I'm about to unveil the centerpiece
of my exhibit.
Are you okay?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
She's fine.
Your art is just so good,
she's getting... Emotional.
That's good, Leo, that's good.
Come on. I've been waiting all night to show you this.
I wasn't kidding when I said that you were my muse.
You've inspired me to create
my most deeply meaningful piece yet.
I call it "my most deeply meaningful piece yet."
Whoa.
That's not totally horrible.
What is it? It's paintball art:
Two thousand paintballs fired with precise accuracy
to create a portrait of your sister.
It's about beauty, inspiring mankind
to repurpose the tools of pseudo-violence as art.
So, what do you think, Bree?
Huh?
Bree?
She had the same reaction to the Mona Lisa.
Well, we have to go.
Unh-unh. Uh-huh.
Unh-unh. Uh-huh!
Mnh-mnh! Uh-huh!
Aah!
Yeah, that's enough, that's enough.
Come on.
We'll take it!
Bye, Owen!
Okay, let's just get you back in your capsule
before we both get in a lot of trouble.
Cleanup, aisle Bree.
Leo, you were supposed to watch her!
Oh, I'm sorry.
Somehow the fastest person in the world
managed to sneak past me.
Let's hope there's enough time left for the antidote to work.
Bree, are you okay?
I feel funny.
Funny.
Fun-nay.
Funny... funny... oh, just spit it out already!
I'm cured!
Oh! This is such a relief!
It'll be so much more enjoyable to punish you
now that you're healthy!
What were you thinking? You could have put us all in danger!
Sorry.
I just wanted to be like every other girl
and hang out with the boy that I like.
What's the big deal?
The big deal is you're not like every other girl.
You're part of a team,
and your decisions affect us all.
Yeah. Because of you, I had to go to an art show.
Yeah!
And I haven't eaten since 2:30!
Also, on a lesser note,
we all could have been killed!
Look, you can have a social life.
Just don't let it interfere with your bionic life.
I get it.
From now on when a mission comes up,
it gets my full attention.
Okay, well, I think we've all learned a valuable lesson,
so let's just go get something to eat.
Whaddya say? All right? Let's do this!
Oh. Forgot to mention, might take a little while
for the antidote to get to the rest of her body,
so everybody grab a limb.
One of her limbs, Adam.
Thank you.
And even after all of that,
he still wants to hang out with me!
I don't care!
Well, even though you failed your mission,
the cops heard the alarms and picked up those eco villains,
so the ocean is safe thanks to all of...
Me, actually.
Well, I guess we got lucky.
Luck. Skill.
I say we just put this whole thing behind us.
Or...
I could punish you for all the stupid things you did
by making you sweep the lab.
Guys, come on!
How can you not see he's a witch!
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♪ lab rats ♪
♪ Lab rats ♪