Mrs King: License to Spy M.I. High

-How often do you have this dream?

-Every night, it's the same.

School villains are roaming the corridors of St Hope's

and the kids are MI9 agents.

-He's MI9.

-Rose!

MI9?!

-How did you get here so fast?

-Supersonic jet.

Supersonic jet?! Don't tell me - they're agents, too.

I can help. I could do undercover work.

The name's King! Licensed to teach!

-Show me some gadgets, of course.

-Oh, gadgets!

Try these.

The new memory-eraser. Now, if you knew those kids,

you'd know what a ridiculous idea that is. I'm even one myself.

A kid?

No. An agent.

In my dreams, I'm an agent.

Ah!

I'm afraid we're out of time.

See you again next week?

Ah.

It's just my dream... It feels so real.

DOOR CREAKS

Frank, we've a problem.

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.

Mrs King is starting to remember?

I thought these wiped her memory?

They did, but other memory wipes are going wrong too.

Think of the wipe as a damn

holding back the memories MI9 want forgotten.

As the wipe starts to fail, fragments of blocked memory leak out.

But if she thinks it's all just a dream, what's the big deal?

Fragments are like jigsaw pieces. When she gets her memories back,

she'll have all the pieces of the jigsaw.

Then she'll realise her dream was real and know everything.

-Including our secret identities.

-If that happens, MI9 will shut us down.

-Can't you give her a stronger memory wipe?

-That'd erase everything.

-It'd turn Mrs King into a vegetable.

-I can see her as a turnip!

-This is serious.

-The problem is, there's no telling how she'll react

-as the memory wipe deteriorates.

-Oscar's right.

You need to keep an eye on Mrs King,

make sure she doesn't blow our cover.

-Rose?

-Quelle est le date de ton anniversaire?

Ah! Oui. Tres bien, Rose.

Ah! Francais! The language d'amour.

Je suis quite the linguist, you know?

Was there something, Headmaster?

Mais oui. Of course. HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Avez-vous vu ma queue blanche duveteuse?

Have you seen my fluffy white tail?

CHILDREN LAUGH

No. What I was trying to say was, have you seen my rabbit's foot?

You know, the computer dongle...thingy.

Oh, you mean the rabbit's foot you glued to a memory stick?

Yes. For good luck.

Unless you're a rabbit(!)

You see, the thing is, I was making a cup of tea.

When I went to plug in the kettle, I unplugged your computer by mistake

and when I plugged it back in, it made a funny grinding noise.

That's not good.

-I've only just finished collating the report.

-Report?

All the kids' coursework. In English, science, IT...

I put my textiles essay in early. I'm going to get a C+.

It's taken me weeks.

Oh, yes, I remember now.

But the good news is, you made a back-up of all your hard work...

didn't you?

-Onto the rabbit's foot.

-There you go!

And now you've lost it.

Yes, I see. I'd better leave you to it.

I'll just keep on looking.

Continue!

Miss?

What's up, miss?

I've received coded instructions from MI9!

On my way!

You follow her. I'll go see Frank.

MI9. Security check. Thank you.

I suspect enemy is using innocent-looking cereal packets

to smuggle stuff.

SHE GASPS

A-ha!

Just as I thought!

Looks like S.K.U.L have developed some sort of miniaturising ray.

We'll take evidence back to lab for further tests.

I'm watching you.

If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was acting as a secret agent.

I was afraid of this. Memories that were meant to have been wiped

-are getting jumbled up with reality.

-She really thinks she's an agent?

Remember how excited she got

when she discovered our secret identities?

That's right. She's fulfilling her subconscious desire to be a spy.

Not only does Mrs King risk exposing us,

'now she's a danger to the public as well.'

We need a plan...and fast.

-Guys...

-Oh-oh.

-Ha!

-Ooh! Oh-oh...

-Ooh.

-Who do you work for?

-Huh?

-We can do the easy way or the fun way.

Oh, good.

MI9?!

Secret agents?!

In my school?!

Secret agents?!

Not so fast, bucko.

I saw him acting suspiciously.

We need to take him back to headquarters for questioning.

-I was just doing me shopping.

-Likely story.

He works for S.K.U.L. I know a rat when I smell it.

-She still thinks she's an agent.

-We need to get her out of here

-before she gets into more trouble.

-We've received new orders.

-You've to report to HQ immediately.

-What about him?

-Forget him.

Very well.

I'm watching you.

Em...sorry about that.

Miss forgot to take her pills this morning.

VOICE RECORDER BEEPS

What have you done with Mrs King?

She's looking for clues.

Clues to what?

Beats me, but she's happy.

Hello.

I don't believe we've been introduced.

This is Frank. He invents wicked gadgets.

In fact I have something for you here.

I bet that's what you tell all the agents.

The alice band will send us a reading for her memory.

It'll warn us before the memory wipe fails once and for all.

It's part of the plan we've come up with.

Mrs King talked about her spy memories as vivid dreams -

that gave me an idea.

We're going to turn her into a MI9 agent and give her a mission.

That sounds like a great plan...

not.

Chill, the whole thing will be made up.

-Mrs King will think it's real.

-Until the memory wipe finally fails

-and she remembers everything.

-Including that we're secret agents.

-Ah, that's the clever bit.

-By then,

we'll have set it up so that she'll be convinced the whole thing -

Including her real memory of us as agents - was just a dream.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

You better be right, because if this doesn't work we're finished.

So, have we got a new mission?

Excellent.

The goods will arrive disguised in a shipment of cheese.

-VOICE ON PHONE BABBLES

-Yes.

The super smelly variety.

Don't worry, that's just the person who cleans out Flopsy's en suite

He's nobody.

So, the funds will be transferred to your account...

Oh, I'm sick and tired of being treated like I don't exist.

Oh,

I'm going to prove to the Grand Master

that I have what it takes to be a proper S.K.U.L agent.

'Secret agents? In my school?'

TAPE REWINDS

'You've to report to HQ immediately.'

You can't fool Walter Bailey.

But I'm going to need more proof.

Ahh. And I know just when I can find it.

Now the Grand Master will notice me.

That's agent Scoop.

Head of communications.

He developed a visual code language - unbreakable.

Sometimes I think he hasn't broken it himself.

That's agent Franklin,

a master of camouflage. May look like an ordinary rubber plant,

but that's actually an MI9 agent in disguise.

Fitness coach. It's important MI9 agents are in tip-top condition.

I do all my own stunts.

But you still haven't told me what my mission is.

MI9 wants you to compile a dossier of all the agents in the school.

Oh, well that doesn't sound very exciting.

I want to see some action.

Admin is like tech. Never gets the credit it deserves.

And it should keep her out of trouble.

BUGGING DEVICE CRACKLES

HE SIGHS

I knew they were really agents.

This is bigger than I thought.

The whole school is an MI9 training facility.

Hidden in a place no villain would think to look -

brilliant!

May I help you?

I was just checking the wiring.

Er...make sure it conforms to the latest directive from, er...

HQ? Of course, you carry on.

Oh, by the way,

if you come across a rabbit's foot, can you let me have it?

It contains some very important information.

Memo to self -

find rabbit's foot before MI9.

Ooh!

DOOR BANGS

Coast clear?

Agent King,

I have some gadgets for you.

Oh, you really are spoiling me.

Quite.

This might look like an ordinary stapler...

HIS VOICE CRACKLES But each staple is, in fact,

a transmitter capable of broadcasting back to the staple handset.

Ooh, let me try!

SHE WHISPERS

Er, moving right along.

Ordinary looking paperclips...

Except these were made...

from super strong steel.

And can lift a tonne.

You are so clever.

Just doing my job.

Don't tell me - that light bulb is actually a laser beam

capable of shining a spot on the moon.

No, it really is a light bulb.

The old one's broken and as I was coming this was anyway...

Hold these steps a minute.

That's everything in place then.

Except Mrs King. She's gone!

Ahh, Mrs King,

I've been looking for you.

Are you number one?

Well...

I suppose I am, yes.

What's my mission?

Well...

if you're volunteering!

The arch enemy.

Lat time,

they nearly beat us.

Training is vital if we are to defeat our opponents.

That's what I keep telling Donovan! You never know,

There might be some agents there.

For a showdown with our enemy?

There'll be many agents.

Hear that, Donovan?

There's going to be loads of agents at the game.

Pick it up!

HE SCREAMS

Excuse me, have you seen Mrs King?

ELECTRONIC BUZZING

Rose?

Carrie?

You OK, Mrs King?

There's something I've forgotten,

but I can't think what it is.

ELECTRONIC BUZZING

Oscar?

It's something to do with you, Rose Gupta and Carrie Stewart.

You're wearing...

some kind of uniform.

Oh, what is it?

-What's she talking about, Oscar?

-Don't know.

Poor Mrs King, she's not her self today.

-Come on, I'll take you to your office.

-I'll do it.

Thank you, Oscar.

Sorry about that, I'm...

having trouble sleeping.

Well, you just take it easy, Miss.

We can't risk losing her again.

No problem.

MI9 skeleton key?

Standard issue for school caretakers.

Right, I can't just sit around drinking cups of tea all day.

-STAPLER CRACKLES

-'It's important MI9 agents are in tip-top condition.

'Call me number one.

'You can't disguise the fact - plants have feelings too.

'Come on, Donovan. All those agents will be watching you.

'The whole school is an MI9 training facility.'

And this is the tail,

these are the ears and...

..this here,

is the rabbit's foot.

Which reminds me,

I don't suppose any of you have seen my computer dongle?

BELL RINGS

I don't believe it.

Every time I turn my back, the woman disappears.

Looking sharp, Miss!

Of course -

the code expert.

Respect!

I know you're here somewhere.

ELECTRONIC BUZZING

'What kind of caretaker are you?'

What's going on?

What am I doing here?

If we're not around when Mrs King remembers, we're sunk.

Trouble is she could be anywhere.

There's more chance of finding her if we split up.

Sorry, is that better?

What's the meaning of this?

Who are you?

Me? Well, I'm nobody, really.

Hang on, I'm the one asking the questions.

I want to know what's on the rabbit's foot.

That's confidential.

Departmental heads only.

-It must be pretty important then.

-Of course.

It's a massive report.

It includes examples of work from every pupil in the school.

Ahh, don't you mean every agent?

I beg your pardon?

Don't play innocent with me.

I've planted listening devices all over the school.

I know St Hopes is a MI9 training camp.

Oh, that's the most ridiculous...

Most ridiculous...thing,

-ELECTRONIC BUZZING

-I've ever...

-Glass of water?

-..Ever...

ELECTRONIC BUZZING

Ooh!

-You had me worried there for a minute.

-You should be worried.

Oh?

-When I get out of this...

-Save your strength.

That there is an Amazon friction

double sheep-shank hitch knot.

The one thing Walter Bailey is good at is tying knots.

I even got a Scout badge to prove it.

Come to think of it,

that was the only badge I got.

I have a badge too.

Oh, Girl Guides?

No, MI9 for bashing S.K.U.L agents.

Argh!

-A S.K.U.L agent came this way, have you seen him?

-S.K.U.L agent?

Her spy fantasy must have gone to another level.

Play along.

It's OK, he's been arrested.

He's already on his way to HQ.

I wouldn't be surprised if there was a medal in this for you, agent King.

Don't!

Headmaster!

Ah-ah-ah, call me number one.

-Sorry?

-Oh, never mind.

Oh, by the way, how's our wiring?

You know,

the chap from, um, upstairs?

The council?

They sent someone to inspect it.

Check it was "going in the right direction," or something.

I assumed you knew about it. Huh!

Is that the maintenance department?

Ah, you missed all the excitement.

Mrs King thought there was a S.K.U.L agent

-roaming around the school.

-Flatley saw someone claiming to be

from the council maintenance department.

They haven't sent anyone.

Did she really see a S.K.U.L agent?

Right, you wait with Mrs King whilst we search the school.

Don't leave me with her!

Hello.

How's the new computer working out?

What is it about a man in uniform?

HE GULPS

You mean overalls?

Rawr!

GADGET BEEPS

BEEPING SPEEDS UP

-These are S.K.U.L listening devices.

-And they're all over the school.

WALTER: 'I knew they were agents, oh, this is bigger than I thought,

'the whole school is a MI9 training facility,

'hidden in a place no villain would think to look!

'Brilliant!'

Well that's just perfect.

We've been so busy convincing Mrs King that the school

is swarming with MI9 agents, now S.K.U.L thinks so too.

BUZZING

What's up?

According to these readings, the memory wipe is about to fail.

Any minute now, Mrs King is going to remember everything.

Time to put the last phase of the plan in to action.

Sweet dreams Mrs K.

Would you like a biscuit with that, Agent King?

Please.

You can work up quite an appetite saving the world.

Mouse!

The rabbit's foot.

Flatley was making tea when he blew up Mrs King's computer.

This better work.

Now I remember!

You're all MI9 agents.

Even you!

Charming.

Now for my final trick.

This stapler looks like an ordinary stapler.

Because it is, just like the paperclips.

When she wakes, she will find the stapler and paperclips

and remember them as special MI9 gadgets.

When she discovers they're ordinary,

she'll think all the spy stuff was a dream.

Including the bit about us being agents.

But there's still the S.K.U.L agent roaming round the school.

-He knows about us too.

-Actually, I've had an idea about that.

First we're going to have to put these back.

What a relief finding the rabbit's foot.

We wouldn't want that top secret information

to fall into the wrong hands.

-Like S.K.U.L's.

-Thankfully it's safe and sound in Agent King's office.

SHE SNORES

He fell for it.

Argh! Oh.

For a horrible moment I thought it was one of Flopsy's.

This memory stick contains details of a top secret MI9 training facility.

Really.

Maybe I have underestimated you, Walter.

It would appear you have indeed uncovered

some top secret information

which will make S.K.U.L invincible.

Davina...textiles essay?

"White is like so last year,

"pink is the new black." Oh!

I'm certain MI9 will be quaking

when they hear S.K.U.L are wearing fuchsia this season.

Flopsy's toilet needs cleaning.

Oh!

HE SOBS

SHE SNORES

Wakey wakey, sleepy head.

It's number one.

Oh, it's you.

Oh, does that mean

I'm not number one any more?

Oh, you want to be careful.

I once stapled my ear to my head doing that.

But it felt so real.

All right, Mrs K?

SHE LAUGHS

You...an agent, oh!

SHE LAUGHS

I'm watching you.

Do you know the funny part?

Mrs King actually made a great agent.

How you say...

mission accomplished, nein?

You no longer dream of being an MI9 agent.

That is good, ya?

You know the funny thing?

I'll miss my dreams.

For a moment,

life felt full of danger,

glamour,

excitement.

And now...

I'm just Mrs King.

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