The New Grand Master M.I. High

Now listen carefully. In a moment, you'll forget how you came to be a prisoner here,

about St Hope's and everything to do with the MI High project.

Activate.

Where am I? Where... What did you just do to me?

Who are you?

Mr Ferrago, fashion designer.

Your crime was injecting clothing with a chemical

that not only branded kids with a logo,

but also turned you into a walking fur ball.

And worse still, impersonating an Italian.

I am an Italian!

Look what I did with my hand.

It's Italian!

You're from a Welsh mining village near...

Abergavenny.

-WELSH ACCENT:

-You always knit-picking, don't it?

And we also think you've served your debt to society.

-ITALIAN:

-I beg your pardon?

You are a free man, Mr Ferrago.

Well, go on, off you pop.

The next bus to Wales is in... ten minutes.

Thank you.

Grazzi.

You are wonderful people.

Belissimo!

Watch him like a hawk. If anyone can leads us directly to SKUL.

-WELSH ACCENT:

-What about a couple of quid for the bus home?

The 21st Century faces a new kind of threat.

Old School spies have had their day.

MI9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.

Hidden in a place where no-one will think to look,

weclome to MI High.

Hey, that's brilliant! I didn't know you could draw.

Now...

for homework, I asked you all to read

chapter eight of Advanced Physics.

I assume everyone has read it.

-Yeah.

-Good.

Because I thought I'd surprise you all with a little test.

THEY GROAN

Oscar, you first.

Can you tell me the equation to calculate speed?

Er, speed equals distance

divided by time?

Oooo!

-Get the swatty mummy's boy!

-Mummy's boy! Mummy's boy!

Mummy's boy! Mummy's boy!

Shut up! You don't know anything about my mum.

All right, all right.

You've quite finished, Oscar?

He's such a loser.

I don't know. What if it's all an act?

What if underneath he isn't like that at all?

And you, Timothy, when you're not listening to

Squizzle FM, how would you calculate speed?

If you can keep up with me, you must be travelling...

well fast.

Well, maybe, he's just a complete idiot.

Honestly,

carry on like this and you'll never amount to anything.

BLEEPS

I just think if people give Scoop a chance

he'll stop acting the way he does.

I guess he didn't know your mum's being missing for years.

-Has she brainwashed you?

-No.

You haven't, have you?

Team, I've just received the most exciting news ever.

MI High has learnt that SKUL is holding

-its annual meeting of the Big Six as we speak.

-The Big Six?

The six most powerful heads of SKUL, including the Grand Master,

in the same place.

How did MI9 find out about it?

Welcome, my friends, to this -

SKUL's annual meeting of the Big Six.

You are SKUL's most ruthless agents.

At least, three of you are,

two of our colleagues having recently been captured,

thanks to their incompetence. I have had to scrape the criminal barrel

for their emergency replacements - Silas Fenton.

inventor of the notorious, if totally useless, spy animals.

And even worse,

ex-fashion designer

Lorenzo Ferrago.

Buon giorno. It's Italian for...

something.

You released Ferrago, after all we did to put him in jail?

We knew SKUL contacted him in jail, asking him to join the Big Six.

So you let him go? Let you lead him right to them?

Only we lost Ferrago somewhere near Vienna.

Actually, it was Margate,

but Vienna sounds more exciting.

So we don't know where the Big Six are meeting?

That's your mission, to help find out and quick,

to help finish SKUL once and for all.

Better me major gadgets.

'Honestly, carry on like this and you'll never amount to anything.

'You'll never amount to anything.'

An undercover MI9 officer is delivering the gadgets as we speak,

extra special devices to help locate the meeting place.

What's that?

Special delivery for Frank London? Give it here,

-I'll give it to him.

-Can't let you.

I'm sorry? You can't let me?!

Stand up straight, pull your socks up

and shoe before I report you for insubordination.

Miss, could you sign this for me, please?

It's a letter excusing me from games.

-You're not sick, are you?

-No, games encourage competition,

which only fuels teenagers' feelings of inadequacy and failure.

Oh, go away!

Where are these gadgets? I'm calling MI9.

Maybe we can find the Big Six without them.

These are all the places we've caught SKUL operating.

-The meeting could be taking place at any one of them.

-It's today.

It could take weeks to search all those on foot.

He's right.

One of the gadgets controls a spy satellite. The satellite's

SO cool. You can read a newspaper from space.

Typical. You're in space

and all you want to do is read.

It's like that Googly Earth thing.

Yes, ma'am.

I know it's a disaster.

We'll deal with it.

OK. So here's the bad news - the gadgets have been delivered.

-What's the good news?

-They were delivered to Mrs King.

-That's good news?

-We've got to find her quick.

I didn't actually say there was any good news.

Eh?

I don't know, Timothy,

if only you knuckled down,

did your homework, who knows where you could end up?

But I did do my homework.

Go on, ask me anything, I'll prove it.

I am the physics master.

This should be worth seeing.

Yes, let's have a look.

Yes, here we are.

Tell me what volume is.

Easy.

Volume is the amount of space occupied by a liquid.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Um, what is density?

Density... Density is

the mass of a substance

per unit of volume.

-Um, Ms King, can I have a word, please?

-Shush, Carrie,

-just wait a second.

-What is the latent heat...

-Of vaporisation?

The latent heat of vaporisation

is the amount of heat required to change a liquid to a gas.

I told you.

-I'm the master.

-Well, seems like our Timothy

is not quite as dumb as everyone thinks.

-I knew it.

-Mrs King,

we've got a message from Frank. He wants

-to know if you collected for him earlier.

-Oh, yes, so I did.

I left it on the windowsill.

What?

You two start looking, I'll go tell Frank.

'Searching all the main networks... Searching all the main networks...'

The others are looking for the package.

Let's hope whoever's got it hasn't opened it yet.

Yes. A bit too late.

-The spy satellite has been activated.

-Someone

-at school is using it?

-It keeps a record of all footage taken.

If we could access the programme...

What about the other gadgets? We get lasers that cut through metal...

The only other things delivered were a lock breaker and a scanner.

It scans for unauthorised computer networks. What harm can that do?

"Searching all the main networks... Searching all the main networks...'

Today, we have a task - to elect

a new Grand Master

for the coming criminal year.

Hold on a second. You mean any one of us

-could be Grand Master?

-Of course, Mr Fenton.

SKUL is a democracy.

But who'd want to stand against such a great leader as yourself?

There was one man.

But we all know what happened to him.

Such a tragic accident.

Tortoise Max was big on your chair before you sat down was an accident.

You're right.

This is not democracy, this is hypocrisy from aristocracy.

OK, you're using a lot of words I don't understand.

I mean he rules by fear.

He's the Grand Master because they are petrified to stand up to him.

-A security breech? Someone is trying

-ALARM SOUNDS

to hack into SKUL's computer system.

-I thought this meeting was top secret.

-What if it's MI9?

I've found the signal. Go and stop them immediately.

The day we could've nailed SKUL and we're looking for gadgets.

'Searching all the main networks... Searching all the main networks...'

Oi! What are you doing?

Go!

TYRES SCREECH

So...

you thought you could infiltrate SKUL?

-Where am I?

-Tell me,

how did you get hold of such technology?

Finders, keepers, innit.

-You stole them?

-No, they fell out of the sky.

Ha ha ha. They fell out of the sky, Flopsie.

I'm impressed, Mr...

Hingelbart.

That's my wallet,

and the name's Skoop Doggy

and don't let it go...soggy?

My advice is we criminals should never go by our real names.

Criminals?

Come now, to have these you must be the head

-of some unlawful outfit.

-Oh.

You know about the posse.

Yeah, we pull some stunts.

THE GRAND MASTER CHUCKLES

I like this boy. He has potential.

I think I'm in.

This is footage taken from the last spy satellite.

Let's pray whoever used it is responsible enough

not to do anything stupid.

You were saying?

What's he doing?

Cheating!

Tell them to start looking for Scoop.

You'd better hope they find him before I do.

You people. You think the Grand Master is your friend.

He's nothing but a big bully with a bad bunny.

What the SKUL needs is a new leader.

One who is strong, dynamic and good-looking.

Yes, so if we vote for me, we'll be sorted!

Exact... You?!

Obviously, yes.

I've got the tortoise. What are you going to stroke -

your ego?

You rubber-faced...

Not arguing, I hope.

No, no.

-Who caused a security breach?

-No-one. A computer malfunction.

I'd like everyone to meet my new associate.

Scoop Doggy.

You can't bring strangers into the meeting.

Oh, I can, Mr Farago, because I'm in charge.

Obviously if you choose to stand against me and you're

voted Grand Master...

Me? Stand against you?!

You're doing such a wonderful job.

Well, I trust someone will

otherwise it wouldn't be much of an election, would it?

THEY LAUGH NERVOUSLY

I told you Scoop is an idiot.

He's ruined our chances of finishing SKUL.

Guys, when have you ever seen Scoop without his hat?

If something's happened to him because of us...

I found a match!

They're the same colour tyres SKUL use.

He can't have been taken by SKUL.

It serves him right if he was cheating.

He only did it cos everyone thinks the worst of him.

Scoop could be with six of the most dangerous criminals in Britain.

Who knows what they're doing to him.

HE CRIES

Excuse me, could you move forward?

I've got a face full of your Masterfulness.

OK everybody. Right hand on red.

No, Flopsy. Right hand on red.

And so I win again.

Enough of these stupid games.

You may have won at twisty-thing

but can you win an election?

Ah, the election.

-So which of you

-does

-dare to stand

against me as the new Grand Master?

Anyone?

I knew it. You, Mr Farago, are as pathetic as those clothes you design.

And Mr Fenton,

I don't know who's slower - you or that tortoise.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

OK, laughy-chops,

-Laughy-chops?

-Yeah, we've had enough of you pushing us around.

So we will both stand against you.

Your days, they are numbered.

You dare to stand against me?

Yes, ma'am.

Right, MI9 agree with us.

If we find the Big Six, we'll find Scoop.

We looked everywhere SKUL might be holding the meeting.

That could take weeks.

Wait. What if Scoop's still got the gadget that controls the satellite?

If he turned it on, the satellite would show us where they are.

Yes, but it's not on and we've got his mobile.

What's that radio station Scoop listens to?

Drivel... Dizzle...

Squizzle FM. Why?

Ladies and gentlemen...

Flopsy, Tortoise Maximus...

You may well ask

why should I vote Lorenzo Farago as the new Grand Master?

To which I say...

Go on, please.

I've wanted to be in SKUL since I was this big.

But a vote for me is a vote for a born leader.

In Cub Scouts I was head of Badger Patrol.

They were actual badgers but very loyal.

A vote for me is a vote for change.

Softer, more absorbent loo roll.

Bigger, more daring crimes.

I've used the stuff here

and ooh, it's no wonder the Grand Master's so grumpy.

Most of all,

I will ensure the name of SKUL is a name to be feared.

And instead of SKUL, how about Fenton's Five?

Obviously, we'd have to lose someone.

-HE COUGHS

-Farago!

But it's catchy...

Mr Fenton, if you have quite finished.

Yeah, Vote Fenton not Farago. He smells!

SLOW APPLAUSE

Yes, as for me, under my leadership

SKUL is now the ultimate criminal power.

You speak to them, Scoopy Doggy, I think they're still angry with me.

Um... Look...

I-I don't really know what kind of club SKUL is but

from what I can tell, you're just like me and my posse.

We don't fit in either.

We didn't get in the footie team or get straight As in class.

And on my estate, if you try and make something of yourself

all they ever do it put you down.

But everyone has got something to give.

Even us!

We can show them that we aren't useless,

that we can work!

And you know what?

That we can take over the world!

LOUD APPLAUSE

All right, settle down.

It's now time to cast your votes.

May the best villain win!

-You hacked into Squizzle FM?

-Cue the message.

"Scoop Doggy you're in danger.

"Turn on the Spy Gadget."

So if Scoop tunes into Squizzle, that's all he'll hear?

MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC STOPS AND MESSAGE STARTS

"Scoop Doggy you're in danger. Turn on the Spy Gadget."

"Scoop Doggy you're in danger. Turn on the Spy Gadget."

SIREN BLARES

The Spy Satellite's onto it.

It should lock on to wherever Scoop is.

That warehouse is about five miles from here.

I'll arrange a SWAT team.

After all this time, SKUL's secret base.

And now, the moment we've all been waiting for.

Who has been voted your new Grand Master?

In third place is...

Silas Fenton.

Third?! That means putting up with horrible loo paper.

A sore behind for a sore loser!

In second place is...

Yes! I mean, oh dear...

The Grand Master.

This is an outrage!

And in first place - this is going to be embarrassing.

The new Grand Master is...

Lore...

Scoop Doggy?!

APPLAUSE

What?!

This is it. Scoop is inside.

This is all your fault!

If you'd voted for me...!

Traitors! Get them!

Oi...

I'm the Grand Master now.

Scoop Doggy the new Grand Master?!

So if you don't mind, Granddad, I'll give the orders.

Granddad?!

Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?

I've kidnapped presidents, started wars.

In short, your future looks very concrete.

On my mark...

Prepare to pay the price of treachery.

Go, go, go! This is MI9.

Everybody freeze and put your hands in the air.

Lorenzo Farago surrender? Never!

Silas Fenton surrender? Yeah, that doesn't sound bad.

Rose!

What are you doing?! What's gonna happen to me?

The question will be answered in two minutes precisely.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Where you going?!

You can't just leave me!

HELP! HELP!

Rose, no, it's too dangerous.

Yeah, but Scoop's on his own.

Don't hurt me!

-I'm here to help you. What is this thing?

-I dunno.

I'm guessing it don't give you a massage.

Relax. I do this kind of thing all the time.

Are you always this slow?

It's got a dozen fail-safes.

There's no way I can override it.

The gadgets...

I didn't nick 'em. Honest.

Next gen lock breaker. Gadget department rocks.

I'll never cheat again. I swear.

Who are you? I mean...

Underneath.

Agent!

Hi there. MI9.

And you've caused us a lot of trouble, young man.

I know.

But I think there might be a way I can help.

So, five of SKUL's top agents in jail.

I'd call that a result.

These sketches Scoop did of the henchmen are being sent

to every police station in Britain.

Are you sure he doesn't know we're spies?

All he knows is he was kidnapped by SKUL.

He's agreed to keep it a secret.

I don't get it. Why don't you tell people you can draw?

Nah, posse think it's stupid.

It's so cool. Who is she?

Just a girl I met.

Brave, smart. Wicked friends.

Good homework, Timothy.

Glad I'm finally getting into that skull of yours.

Like he'd get into SKUL!

I just...

Wish I knew where to find her.

Look, I'm sure wherever she is,

she'd say if you want to draw, stuff what anyone else thinks.

Aw, look at his little pictures.

Yeah, and this...

is your brain. Life-size!

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