It's a Kind of Magic M.I. High

Rose, talk to me, I've lost visual.

She's heading onto Bridge Street!

Device in position.

TYRES SQUEAL

ENGINE REVS

Now!

MANIC LAUGHING

SPLAT

CRASHING

General Flopsy, where are you?

We did it. We caught the Grand Master.

Time to see what he looks like.

Blane, wait. If he sees you, he'll know it's kids who tracked him down.

You haven't heard the last of SKUL!

Lenny's right. The only one he saw was Daisy, in disguise.

I quite like being anonymous. Like a ninja.

A ninja who almost let the most wanted man in Britain get away.

At least we didn't try to outrun a motorbike in silly sunglasses.

-I was in disguise!

-Team! You've just caught the Grand Master!

MI High-five?

The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.

The old-school spies have had their day,

and MI 9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.

Hidden in a place no villain will think to look...

BELL RINGS

Welcome to MI High.

For years, Britain has been plagued

by the activities of SKUL, the Secret Criminal Underworld League.

But last week, its leader was captured by my very own team,

at MI High.

APPLAUSE

In recognition, MI 9 has chosen to award them its Medal of Valour.

When do we get the sandwiches? I'm starving!

To present the award, we're honoured to welcome

the President Of the United States,

taking time out from her official visit to Britain.

Calm, calm... OK, how do I look?

-Ooh, big zit.

-So it gives me great pride to say,

please come and accept your awards, officers Rose Gupta, Blane Whittaker

and Daisy Millar.

APPLAUSE

What's up with MI 9? Now you get a medal for tying a shoelace.

Say cheese!

David Dehaverland performing for us!

-How cool!

-Come on, he is so vain.

APPLAUSE

Slick. I'd have been better off hiring a monkey!

Now,

if I said, "Disappearing act", you'd say, "Easy."

But in front of the best spies in the world,

you'd say, "Is the man insane?"

No, just predictable.

Anyone crazy enough to volunteer?

She is!

A crazy president? There's a first.

But only the best for the best!

Madam President,

this shouldn't hurt...too much!

Because, when I open the door...

-APPLAUSE

-How good am I?!

Thank you, thank you.

Now we must focus.

No secret doors, no mirrors,

but when I open the door...

..how good am I?

This is Mason. I want an immediate lockdown and search.

She should be here. There's nowhere else she could be!

The CIA is arresting you on suspicion of kidnapping.

Mason. This is MI 9. We'll handle it. You, with me.

So much for the hot new team.

BELL RINGS

For years now, Ms Templeman, I have had a dream.

Oh, the one where you turn up

to parents' evening dressed as Tinkerbell?

No, not that one.

No, I meant, to expand St Hope's!

-The new "Kenneth Flatley Wing" is just the beginning.

-Oh, yeah!

Who's Mr Fatley?

-Oh, no!

-Where were you last night? We were supposed to be at radio club.

'Ere, what frequency's Dork FM?

Now, entertainment. What about Mrs White?

Well, I'll have a word. I think she's a bit lazy.

Well, it's either that, or the dinner ladies

who offered to do the full Monty.

BEEP

Hey!

You guys win loads of stuff.

Science prizes, martial arts trophies.

That medal was the first thing I've ever won.

It's not our fault the President got kidnapped!

We should've seen something. I just wanted to deserve it.

You put one evil maniac in jail, and another kidnaps the President.

MUSIC: "The Star-Spangled Banner"

Agent Mason.

-He's got an angry face.

-What?

-I forget they can see us, too.

Oh, and I'm beyond angry. Cos I just heard that MI 9

let Dehaverland go free.

He told us nothing.

We've let him go so my team can investigate.

The same team that let him kidnap the President in the first place?

You've got six hours before we let the world know about this.

Find the President, or you'll face the biggest diplomatic incident

-in the history of the...

-Yes, it's serious, we know.

He's the greatest illusionist. Why would he kidnap a President?

It was the ultimate publicity stunt. He's a man obsessed.

Code-breaking sunglasses.

And this.

Don't worry, it's just a hologram.

I filmed him earlier.

Blane! This is a chance to prove that we're not completely useless.

-But how are we going to investigate a magician?

-As usual,

I've waved my magic wand.

No! No, Bicknall, no!

I have seen this Dehaverland, and he is showy and arrogant!

A little bit higher with that, please, Julian.

But a Grand Opening needs grand entertainment!

Yes. Jenny Gribble and her balloon orchestra.

The only problem is, Mr F, I've already invited him.

EXPLOSION

Pick a card. Show everyone but me.

Is that your card?

-Yes!

-David Dehaverland.

-Oh, and this is my assistant, Miss Leah Retsam.

-Hi there...

Now, Lenny mentioned something about a nice, big dressing room?

-Such a show off.

-Doesn't mean he kidnapped the President.

Break into his dressing room, look for clues?

Meanwhile, there's someone I've wanted to talk to for a long time.

Still no ID on the prisoner?

No, Sir.

So, we meet at last.

Tell them nothing, Flopsy.

No matter how many carrots they offer.

The President of the United States has been kidnapped.

I need to know if SKUL was involved.

Silly man, Flopsy.

His hair must take more looking after than yours.

SHE GRUNTS AND PANTS

What's in there? It weighs a ton.

Don't tell me - the President.

Oh, I wish I had your muscles.

Talent. Genius.

Actually, I wish I was you, only a girl version.

She needs to get a life!

Leah, this room is like your brain.

Impenetrable.

No-one is to go in there, do you hear me?

No-one.

They're not likely to, unless they're Houdini.

Do you really think SKUL would hire a stupid magician

to kidnap the President?

Next you'll be telling me that Flopsy is a wizard on the grand piano.

This just found outside.

"I've kidnapped the President.

"I'll hand her back in exchange for the Grand Master."

-Get him out of here!

-Wait!

We've been after this man for years, we can't just hand him over!

Are you crazy? This is the President of the USA we're talking about!

And my team are investigating Dehaverland!

Give them time!

They'll find the President.

Two hours, Bicknall!

Two hours.

Check. Great.

We lost the President, and now we could lose the Grand Master.

Daisy, you wanted to show people what you could do.

Go and make sure Dehaverland doesn't spot us.

I still think he's innocent.

I think it's under...that one.

No offence, Zara, but if you could work that out, she must really suck.

I wish Dehaverland would teach me some tricks.

I could show you a trick.

Here, blow on it.

Comes in useful when they tie my shoelaces together.

CREAKING

This shows how all his tricks work,

but the page on the disappearing act? It's disappeared.

Didn't he put something in his pocket?

Maybe there's some part of the trick he's not telling MI 9 about.

-BLEEPING

-Eyeball one?

Target's in sight. He's definitely hiding something.

Eyeball two, he's coming your way. We have to get that page.

SQUEAKING MUSIC

Eyeball two in position.

I'll cut him off here.

Eyeball three. I've got him.

-OK, where did he go?

-He never passed me.

-Nor me.

A basic tailing op, and we couldn't even do that?

Exchange details.

"Meet me at 4pm.

"You bring the Grand Master, I'll bring the President.

"No funny business."

But we have a new lead! If we can just find Dehaverland, then...

You've lost Dehaverland?

OK, that's it, Bicknall. The Grand Master gets released at 4pm.

No arguments!

So, that's it? The Grandmaster goes free?

No way! Rose, this page Dehaverland's keeping secret.

It might show how the disappearing act really works.

And how they got the President out.

And wherever he's gone, maybe that's where he's keeping

-the President now.

-We've still got time to prove we can do this job.

OK. Daisy, talk to Dehaverland's assistant, Leah Retsam.

That symbol... I've seen it somewhere before.

During the Second World War,

MI 9 hired the help of the illusionists

known as The Secret Order Of Magicians.

What do magicians have to do with the war?

Magicians make things disappear.

Who better to help camouflage tanks and planes?

After the war, the order disappeared.

It's thought many of them were hired by enemy states.

So, you think the order's still going, and Dehaverland's a member?

He could be an enemy spy,

working for SKUL.

Where was this secret order based?

That was secret too,

even to MI 9.

-What's she doing?

-Sometimes, best not to ask.

Try the hand-to-hand card flick.

Oh! Sorry! I'm so sorry!

Miss Retsam, I was trying to find...

Where's Dehaverland? It's almost the Grand Opening!

Like I know where he goes!

All he does is shout at me and tell me I'm useless, which I am.

Daisy...

Tears... Not my fault.

Hey, don't get upset.

It's just that he's been acting so weird lately.

Oh, where is he?

SHE CRIES

Looks like mission plans.

Hey, look at this.

Some sort of code.

There's a pattern!

D-X-3-K-Z-5.

Amazing. Coded MI 9 map coordinates.

-Harry's Cafe?

-The secret base?

What better place to hide a president?

Hello? Magician people?

Yes, Ma'am.

Needed at MI 9. A development.

Leah Retsam's a dead end. She hates Dehaverland more than we do.

-Blane?

-Nothing.

Looks like we're handing over the Grand Master after all.

Hello!

BEEPING

WHIRRING

I can't do this on my own!

A few doves, a flower out of your whatsit, you'll be fine.

Miss Retsam!

Where is he?

Unfortunately, our special guest is running late,

so, time to tell you about my first magic show.

Now, this took place at a scout hut...

Sorry, sorry. Now, welcome to the stage

our warm-up act, Miss Leah Retsam!

FANFARE AND APPLAUSE

He made a mean chip butty, too.

Harry Houdini. Harry's Cafe.

ALL: Saw him! Saw him! Saw him!

I thought this was the sawing-the-lady-in-half trick?

Yeah, bit sexist. Got to move with the times.

Saw him! Saw him!

I just want to say, I'm really sorry.

Ow!

Ms Templeman, do something!

CHEERING

It's all right!

There's a difference between being cool

and kidnapping the President.

-So uncool!

-Worst thing is, it was the greatest trick ever.

And I didn't do it.

I'm here to find out who did.

Time's up, Bicknall. I'm getting my President back any which way how.

Let's go.

I wonder where they're taking us, Flopsy.

I do hope it's the seaside.

Do you know why I disappeared when you were following me at school?

-You saw us?

-Recognised you from the award ceremony.

That's when I began to realise I was still under investigation.

-OK, where did he go?

-Never passed me.

-Nor me.

A basic tailing op, and we couldn't even do that!

Contorted myself through an air vent. I know, I amaze even myself.

Now, where did I put that combination?

So you weren't lying about the disappearing act?

But if you're innocent, why run off?

Because somebody kidnapped the President during MY magic act.

Which means they're better than me.

No-one's better than me!

Unless it was another member of the Secret Order.

Ah!

Dehaverland, D.

Houdini, H.

Master, L.

I don't know any Master.

This is the place. I guess we just wait for the kidnapper to show up.

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with...

B.

Bag?

Master...

Master... Maybe it's in code.

A complex, intricate, brilliant piece of deception.

Or just written backwards.

Ret...sam?

Your assistant.

Leah Retsam.

Blane, we've looked everywhere for Leah. She must have already gone!

We've gotta tell Lenny.

-Madam President, you're safe.

-PHONE RINGS

We know who kidnapped the President. It wasn't Dehaverland, it was...

Didn't you wonder how messages

just dropped into MI 9 without anyone noticing?

Now. The Grand Master?

DAISY: Lenny!

Lenny, it was Leah!

Er, well done, Daisy.

You've made MI 9 proud.

I'll take it from here.

Wait!

At least tell us how you kidnapped the President.

Well, it was kind of cool.

Dehaverland hid the President in the secret compartment as usual,

which is when I hit the effects.

The lights are for show, but I redesigned them to hypnotise people.

Get it off!

Then all I did was swap the boxes, right before your eyes.

When I click my fingers, you'll wake up and remember nothing.

CLICK

He was too busy showing off.

He didn't notice a thing.

When I open the door...

How good am I?

Now, if you don't mind, the Grand Master?

They're making the exchange!

Another good show from MI 9, hey, Lenny?

Well, actually, the show's not quite over.

How are you, Grandpa?

Leah, my dear child.

Move it, lady!

There you are, Flopsy.

I'll meet you and the President

back at SKUL, and then we will hold the world to ransom!

TYRES SCREECH

Bad luck, you're too late. I'm still taking the President.

-Going to turn the water works on again, are we?

-What?

How?

And this is MY new trick!

-No!

-It's called "So, you really think you're better than me?"

Wow, that was amazing!

Not as good as me, of course.

One President and one kidnapper.

And yeah, much better than grumpy old angry face.

I'm meant to be able to read people.

Leah totally fooled me.

Daisy, you saved the President.

Stopped a major international crisis!

And the most important thing

you're not so arrogant as to think you're the best.

But you will be.

So, Lenny, about the Grand Master. You saw him in prison, right?

Yeah, what does he look like?

Hard to tell. Never got a proper look at him.

But he has a rabbit.

Called Flopsy.

A General, apparently.

The Head of SKUL is a bunny lover?

One who heads an organisation clever enough to kidnap the President.

And if SKUL can do that, who knows what else they've got planned?

-So, we'll be on the trail.

-What, of rabbit droppings?

Yeah. Bagsy you sniff those out.

At last, it is my great honour to declare this, the Flatley Wing,

well and truly open!

Mr Dehaverland says, cos he didn't cut you in half,

-he can't put you back together.

-What?

-Magicians' rules.

PHONE RINGS

'Scuse us.

But he can't do that!

He can't leave me!

Oh, my, now I've got an itch.

Blane, could you? It's my left foot?

PHONE RINGS

Yes, Ma'am. I've got the best team for the job.

-Bye-bye!

-No! Please!

Somebody scratch it.

Blane?

Rose?

Daisy?

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