The Visit M.I. High

Carrie, we've been handed a big mission.

-You're the key to its success.

-Wow, that's great!

-Don't be so sure.

This mission's going to be hard on you, Carrie.

You're going to have to betray a close friend,

use them to get information, perhaps put them in great personal danger.

Are you sure you can do that?

Look, whatever this mystery mission is, I'm up for it. Bring it on!

That's good to hear,

because a great many lives are going to depend on you.

KNOCK ON DOOR

The car is waiting.

The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.

Old school spies have had their day

and MI9 must create a new breed of skilled, undercover agent.

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

..welcome to MI High.

Ah, guys, you're here.

Come along!

Boldovia, a small country with a very bad reputation,

run by a corrupt dictator, General Fjordhammer.

-Head case.

-Yes.

Not my favourite regime either. We've got wind of a plot.

The Boldovians are planning

to break out a group of their most dangerous agents.

The Boldovian Three.

They're being held at MI4 in London.

-MI9 captured and imprisoned them last year.

-Correct.

We suspect they're about to be broken out of jail.

-Any idea how?

-That's where you come in.

We're intercepting Boldovian communications,

but need to break their code to get useful info.

Code-breaking? Cool!

We suspect their plot may be linked

to an upcoming gymnastics competition

between Great Britain and Boldovia.

They could use a gymnast to trampoline into the prison.

There are no trampolines in gymnastics.

Luckily for us, Carrie is in the British team.

She also knows one of the Boldovians.

Yeah, my pen pal, Lena.

She's going to use her friendship to infiltrate their plan.

You're going to deceive a friend? Are you OK with that?

Yeah, she's just a pen pal and I haven't seen her in years.

To help our plan, the competition has been switched to a new venue.

Britain versus Boldovia, here at St Hope's. Amazing.

Yes, yes. Everyone's going to be "bowled over" by the news(!)

Bowled...

It sucks. It's a total scandal.

I wonder if we'll be on TV.

That General Fjordhammer doesn't believe in human rights,

or any rights.

Yeah, terrible.

Hey! We need to get front-row tickets!

Is everything ready, Thor?

Good.

Our three heroes will soon be free.

Ah...I'm so looking forward to the little surprise we have planned at,

where is it again?

Ah, yes. St Hope's.

I bet I can crack the code first with my Bletchley word wheel.

In your dreams! This 3G codebreaking software is where it's at.

I got a letter from Lena.

It could be worth checking with forensics.

I wish I didn't have to do this.

When I was reading, I thought, what a lovely letter!

-Maybe your friend's got nothing to do with the plot.

-Your gadgets!

This is the Dinhaler.

Emits a high-pitched sound that knocks opponents off balance.

You'll need earplugs too.

Contact lens camera will come in handy

when you get close to the Boldovians.

-Gross!

-Gum ball. Looks like old chewing gum.

Picked up by the shoe of the target,

it lets us listen in from a mile away.

-Activate by chewing.

-Wireless connection back to the earpiece?

Spot on! Not happy with the flavour though.

HE GAGS

Boldovia is such a poor country.

This is a chance for St Hope's to make a difference.

I mean, we could give the children over there lots of gifts,

things we don't use here, like...like books!

I agree.

There IS an opportunity.

An opportunity for St Hope's to make money.

I'm looking to attract major sponsorship for the event.

Boldovian national anthem!

Once I've mastered it, perhaps I can give a fund-raising concert.

Ha-ha, marvellous!

We have to let the Boldovians know what we think of them.

I wouldn't mind living in Boldovia. There's lots of rich people,

AND you don't pay tax.

You don't pay taxes here!

Plan ahead.

-Who's that?

-Peter Nibczek, he won the Boldovian Pop Rivals.

-I'm going to be his friend on Stutter.

-No, you won't.

Stutter and other social networking sites in Boldovia are banned.

That's why we have to protest.

These Boldovians is getting us out of double maths.

I'd say they's all right.

I know my Boldovian isn't good but none of this is making sense.

I think they've changed the code again.

We haven't got enough time.

I'm worried about Carrie. She has to betray a really good friend.

She's an international gymnast, and can karate chop an iron bar.

Carrie's tough.

Maybe. I still think we need to keep an eye on her.

She has to compete in a gymnastics event too.

That's quite a bit of pressure.

HE CACKLES

Yes!

Here is a copy of the letter sent out by the UK gymnastics selectors.

It's good to see they agreed with Agent Sauna's helpful suggestions.

HE CACKLES

That's got to be another D.

There. Done!

"If all your answers are D, you are not cut out for a leadership role."

12 D's.

Oh, phooey!

-Daddy, I've been picked!

-Picked?

Picked for what?

-No way!

-What is it?

The team's been announced for the international against Boldovia

and Chianti Marie, the Prime Minister's daughter, got selected.

-We weren't expecting this.

-There's no way she's good enough.

Is this something to do with the Boldovians or just favouritism?

It could be either.

One thing is for sure, with her on our team, we won't win.

Your only focus is the mission and it just got a whole lot tougher.

Look at this!

-Where's he off to?

-St Hope's.

He never misses his daughter's gymnastic performances.

Just what we need(!)

Even worse, he'll be travelling incognito.

So we'll have to assign someone to look out for him? I'll do it.

Oscar's closer to cracking the code than I am.

We should get paid overtime.

FEEBLE ACCORDION MUSIC PLAYS

VAN ENGINE SPLUTTERS

Remember, our sponsorship deal depends on today going smoothly.

I don't want any incidents.

Then you can relax, Mrs King.

St Hope's knows how to put on a warm welcome.

No to Boldovia!

No to General Fjordhammer!

Don't listen to her!

We think Boldovia's a well wicked country!

Go homie, go homie!

Whoa, whoa! Stop this horrible noise.

Are you trying to put my team off?

Psychological warfare, is it?

-It's your national anthem.

-Mrs King.

-Per Trollburger.

-Welcome to St Hope's.

Can you show us to our changing facilities?

This way.

Hello.

I wouldn't waste your breath talking to these peasants.

Lena isn't a peasant. She's my friend.

-Hi!

-Hey.

You have not changed,

except your hair maybe.

-I like it.

-You look great too.

-I heard you made a triple back-flip on beam.

-I lucked out.

-I have something for you.

-Me too.

Warm up then training, yah?

We can meet later.

I'll get that tested.

If she is a spy, she's very good.

Do try and keep up.

Who's looking after the back-up team? That's what I'd like to know.

No chance of a cuppa, I suppose?

We have eye ball on the PM.

Kazzie, darling, I'm not being funny but I think I've hurt my back.

Would you be able to hold that for a moment?

Why are we in this dump instead of the Albert Hall?

Carrie, how's it going?

I wish someone would kidnap Chianti Marie.

Joke, joke!

She's just a pain in the neck.

Carrie, the bear is clean.

Good! I'm still hoping Lena is not involved in this.

It won't be her fault even if she is.

In Boldovia, you do what you're told.

True. But, Carrie, we still need you to bug Lena and her team-mates.

OK, I'll see if I can do it now.

Good, that's it!

Let's show Britain what Boldovia's made of!

No slacking, no slacking!

-Hi! You come to spy on us?

-Of course not.

I just wanted to wish you luck.

Is that a new coach?

What's the goss? Who's he?

I do not know. He only joined our squad last week.

This is a private training session.

I just wanted to wish you luck.

What did she want? I told you to stay away from her.

ON TRANSMITTER: Remember what we talked about.

I know. She's no friend of mine.

Good! Get in line.

The gumball's working.

Lena said that she didn't know the new coach but she's lying.

We always knew she might be an agent.

Well, now I know whose side she's on.

I've bugged the coach and took some photos.

I'll check against known Boldovian operatives.

Let's see what this new coach has to say for himself.

Girls, over here! Good!

Here we have the instruments ready

to play our most glorious national anthem.

They're handing out musical instruments.

That can't be part of the plot, can it?

You never know. I once came up against a deadly boy band.

I need to go and prepare for the competition.

I'll keep monitoring the gumball.

Details of the new Boldovian coach. Name of Per Trollburger.

Nothing on our database. Doesn't mean he's not dangerous, of course.

Don't worry, I'll be watching him.

I'll come with you in case you need back-up.

Good luck!

You, too. I expect you to have cracked that code

by the time I get back.

I'm so glad you changed your mind about this protest.

So, what does we do again?

We cuff our hands, like this,

and then they won't be able to move us from the gym.

But, if there's no gymnastics then we have to go back to dumb lessons.

That's a small price to pay for liberty.

And it's a big price for his regalness Scoop Doggie.

Hey! What are you doing?

Come back!

I have an important political statement to make.

-Mr London, there you are.

-I'm sorry...

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Now, sit here. You may be required to move furniture later.

When I'm a millionaire, I'll invest in UK gymnastics.

What, buy them gold medals?

Only colour worth having.

Are you ready?

No, can't you find someone else?

I really don't want to do this.

I'm not happy about it.

The coach is asking Lena if she's ready.

She sounds frightened.

Yes! Cracked it.

So, you take the second letter of every third word

and the third letter of every fourth word and so on.

Brilliant!

Now we can read every text they send.

OK. So the last message from the embassy was,

"Sound the horn to release the three.

-"2:15pm."

-Sound the horn?

Car horn?

The Boldovians came in a van.

We will now play Boldovia's national anthem,

Dancing Through the Meadow.

MUSIC STARTS

I have a CD of this.

The alpine horn.

So relaxing.

Nothing. Something's wrong here.

THEY YAWN

DEVICE BLEEPS

There's a new message.

-"Horn sounded, exiting gym."

-Horn sounded?

We didn't hear it...

The alpine horn.

Bring up the gym on the CCTV.

Oh no!

Trollburger has kidnapped the Prime Minister.

We can follow them via the gumball.

This way, Prime Minister, we have to go for little walk to the prison.

Prison? They're going to use the Prime Minister

to break out the Boldovian Three!

We've got to stop them.

I told you it was relaxing.

Sorry, I'm going to get a microphone for the presentation.

I'll be right back.

You'll support your country, Mr London!

Let's hope Agent Sauna managed to unlock the gates.

Quickly.

-HE GASPS

-Where am I?

You had a little sleep

and now you are personally going to authorise

the release of the Boldovian Three.

You'll get nothing out of me!

You will do exactly as we ask. Come!

If celebrities did gymnastics, I could really get into it.

Hey! It it's gymnastics you want,

wait till the man with the golden hips shows you his moves!

It is quite simple, Prime Minister.

You either help us release our friends

or you will not see your daughter again.

What?

What are you saying?

Thor, the visual aids.

We've booby-trapped your daughter's final apparatus,

the vault.

The moment she jumps on the springboard,

the springboard will explode!

-You're lying!

-No.

The device can only be deactivated by me

and I will only do so once you help us.

Chianti Marie.

We have to help her.

Carrie, it's Rose.

We have to stop Chianti Marie from making her vault. It's booby-trapped.

Rose, hello?

Carrie!

Did she get the message?

-I don't know.

-The Prime Minister is our top priority, Rose.

Hello?

Carrie, Carrie! It's so exciting.

The scores are level with one event to go.

The vault. Chianti Marie represents England

but she's up against a very good Boldovian.

Lena...Thingameebob.

Thingameebob? What lovely surnames the Boldovians have.

Pity you never qualified for this vault event.

Some of us are just more gifted than others.

Daddy always said I was born to be a gymnast.

Then again I do excel in everything...

netball, basketball, lacrosse, poetry, ballet...

Ow! What have you done?

My toes!

I'll be taking Chianti Marie's place.

It's all right. I am the Prime Minister.

The laser alarm - operated by voice-recognition software.

If you want to see your daughter, you will get us through.

I'm the Prime Minister, open the door.

You said, I'm very sinister, I've broken the law. Access denied.

-Don't play with me!

-No, no, wait.

It's the stupid software.

Let me try again.

I'm the Prime Minister, open the door.

They call that a password.

Not long now!

Soon our friends will be free.

We have waited a long time for this.

The biometric lock.

Boldovia waits, my friends.

You'll never get away with this!

With my best agents back in Boldovia,

we will get away with this and much more besides.

Look, you have what you want. Just switch off that gadget now!

Ha-ha-ha!

MI9!

We want our Prime Minister back.

Do it for Britain, Carrie.

BOMB TICKS

They don't stand a chance.

-Those Boldovians are highly trained assassins.

-Just put these in, Sir!

HIGH PITCHED WHISTLE SOUNDS

HE GROANS

Sorry about the delay. Now let's get you out of here.

The remote control!

He's got a device that will explode the springboard!

I lied. It's a dummy, like you.

And it will not switch off, ever.

Ha-ha-ha!

BOMB TICKS

'A great many lives are going to depend on you.'

Under no circumstances

are the prisoners in Cell Block H to be released.

Frank, the springboard is booby-trapped. Don't let Carrie jump.

CROWD GROANS

What happened there?

Nerves? She didn't even hit the springboard.

Only that Boldovian girl left now.

She's bound to win.

The springboard was booby-trapped by your friend Trollburger.

But, um, I guess you already knew that.

What? I knew nothing of this. You have to believe me.

I don't believe anything you say,

but I'm warning you, don't jump on that springboard.

She blew it as well. We win!

-This is such a happy day!

-It is!

-Mrs King!

-Ooh!

Not much of a vault.

You're lucky I don't sue you for crushing my toes.

Well done!

You are the champion now.

I hope we can still be friends.

I don't think so.

I thought you were a friend but I guess I was wrong.

Now watch! Scoop Doggie shows you his moves.

-Well done, team.

-It was nothing!

Carrie came through too, even managed to win the vault.

There's a bomb in the spring...

board.

-Oh!

-Easy to diffuse, as it turned out.

Yes, yes, that's right.

The Glories of Boldovia tour.

Seven nights, WITH the day excursion to the salt mines.

Excellent! Thank you.

Well that's great(!)

-Our new sponsor has withdrawn funding already.

-Oh!

Some rubbish about bad publicity over a Boldovian spy plot!

Mrs King!

I won't hear a bad word about the Boldovians.

Think of the lovely day we've just had.

Thank you, Ma'am. I'll let them know.

That was the head of MI9.

She wishes to thank you all for foiling the Boldovian plot

and putting Per and Thor safely behind bars.

You're thinking you and Lena betrayed each other?

Yeah.

But I guess it's part of the job.

'Carrie, by the time you read this, I'll be back in Boldovia.

'I'm sorry for what I did but they threatened my family.

'Whatever you think, I didn't know how bad things were going to get.

'I would never have hurt you or anyone at St Hope's.

'One day, when Boldovia is free, I will come back to see you

'and then maybe we can be friends again - real friends.

'Please forgive me.

'Lena Larson.'

It must be horrible to live in a place like Boldovia.

Would MI9 mind if I wrote back to her?

Help!

Help!

Help!

There's no key.

Thanks.

What happened with the Boldovians?

It all went a bit pear-shaped.