The Gran Master M.I. High

-Happy birthday.

-Ooh, goodie!

It's from my granddaughter. I'm knitting her a scarf.

What has she hidden? A hacksaw?

A get-away car?

BANG!

'The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.

'Old school spies have had their day

'and M.I.9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.

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

Welcome to M.I. High.

How are we doing, getting a crew together?

Meet George, martial arts expert.

I also play the spoons!

A slow, painful death, either way. Who else?

Hilda, master of disguise.

Hilda?

Sorry, can't be too careful.

And Harry?

Where's Harry "Fingers" Fulson?

Word is he's gone straight.

What?!

Without him, we're not ready!

-ALARMS RING

-Ooh, quick! Let's get out of here!

Ready?

Mirror!

Signal! Manoeuvre!

School disco. Everyone must take a partner.

Forget it. I'm a terrible dancer.

What about you? There must be someone you'd like to take?

I don't need a date! I'm a one-man dance machine!

-Rose?

-Actually, it's not really my kind of thing.

Donovan! Would you like to come to the disco with me?

You?!

Why not me?

If I ever want a kick-about, you're the first person I ask.

But as a date?!

Whatever!

Come on. Take it out on some bad guys!

Is that what people think?

-That I'm only good for kick-abouts?

-Whoa, Frank,

you look terrible!

I have a list of jobs up to here. What I really need is a break.

-Instead of a break-out.

-Beryl "the beefcake" Bagshot.

-Broke out three days ago.

-What was she in for?

-Robbery.

Extortion.

And "gran theft auto"!

I said, "Grand theft auto".

Anyway, Intell suggests Gran's putting a team together for a crime.

-What sort of crime?

-We don't know. Word on the street is

she wants Harry "Fingers" Fulson.

This is Harry 50 years ago. He's from a long line of robbers.

-Is that why she's trying to find him?

-M.I.9 have found him first.

-He's working nearby as a handyman.

-He's gone straight?

-Who knows?

Your mission is simple. Plant a homing beacon on Harry,

and hope he leads us to Beryl. We just need to get him to school.

Well, you did say you needed a break!

Are you sure this is going to come off? It feels very solid.

Yes, it's what we use in art class.

Yeah. Mixed with some superglue!

-So it doesn't come off in the rain.

-Ah, Frank.

-Just the man. I've found some more jobs that need doing.

-Sir,

-he's so tired, he fell asleep on a ladder.

-But don't worry.

I've got a plan.

BEEPING

Er, do you mind?

You can go round.

-I don't want to go round!

-You won't say please?

-I don't want to say cheese!

-You know what, I can stand here all day.

-It's a good job I brought a paper, then.

-Harry!

There you are. Boss, meet Harry Fulson.

-He's a handyman. He's come in to help while my leg gets fixed.

-Oh.

-That's Harry Fulson? Doesn't look like a bank robber!

-Hello,

Kenneth Flatley, headmaster.

Good. You can park my wheels, then.

Come on, Frank. Anyone would think both legs were broken. Come on!

-Come on, shift yourself.

-So,

I guess we follow him, get close enough to plant the homing beacon?

Ooh, my back's bad!

You all right, love? What's up?

Aghh! Aghh!

Angel Three to Angel One.

I've located the Invigatron.

'Repeat, I've located the Invigatron!'

-Excellent! So it really does exist?

-Wait.

They're bringing someone in now.

Looks like a broken leg.

They're firing the Invigatron!

It's worked!

The Invigatron has fixed the wound!

Good work, Angel Three!

Take pictures and return to base.

-I'll put this on his cardigan.

-He might change. Put it in his phone.

OK. But one of us needs to go talk to him. Keep him busy.

Oh, what?! He is so rude!

Hiya. Shelves are so boring when they're nice and straight.

-Oh, it's you. Haven't you got a class?

-No, I'm brainy enough.

I'm more interested in who's taking me to the disco.

-What's the matter?

-Er, nothing.

Just I remember my school dance.

And the girl I was going to take to it.

She was a cheeky so-and-so, just like you!

So why didn't you take her, if she was brilliant, just like me?

I said cheeky! I wasn't allowed to go.

In my family, dancing was for girls,

simple as.

Even if it was the only thing you ever wanted to do.

Really?

You wanted to be a dancer? MOBILE RINGS

If you don't mind, I'm busy.

I'll try and trace the call.

-Hello?

-'Harry "Fingers" Fulson?'

Beryl "the beefcake" Bagshot.

-'I take it you've heard of me?'

-Everyone's heard of you, Beryl!

You do know I'm not into crime, these days, don't you?

I've nearly got a trace. Just ten seconds more.

This isn't any old crime, Harry!

This is the crime of the century!

Blast! Someone's tracing the call.

Meet me at the Sunny Days Retirement Home in one hour.

And get off the phone, quick!

No! I've lost the trace.

Just cos Beryl called Harry, doesn't mean he took the job.

Hmm. You were saying?

-The homing beacon.

-Quick, before he leaves the school!

Finger scan.

Hmm. No-one else's hands could be that grubby.

In you come,

George.

Go on, on you get!

ALARM SOUNDS

Harry Fulson!

I knew you couldn't resist!

The outfit suits you.

I'm sure it's put my undies on back to front!

I can't believe you let a 70-year-old give you the slip!

-Just because Harry's old, doesn't mean he's not clever.

-More bad news.

A guard's been attacked at M.I.9

-Every security camera in the area had been taken out.

-Was it Beryl?

Or one of her crew. Go to M.I.9 and find out what they've been up to.

-Should I stay at school in case Harry shows?

-We need to find Beryl.

If we get beaten by this lot, we'll be the laughing stock of M.I.9.

M.I.9 are fools!

While Hilda was there, she took pictures of this.

The Invigatron.

It gives a boost of biotic energy.

-It's worth millions!

-You're not seriously thinking of nicking it?

The Invigatron will be driven across town later today.

The idea is to gas the entire area...

..and when everyone's unconscious, we swoop in and grab it.

This gas,

how do you plan on making it?

The gas requires certain chemicals

found in paint, baking soda and other household products.

I take it it's not too difficult, is it?

I haven't said I'm in yet.

Oh, come on!

Harry "the handyman" Fulson?!

-All right, I'm in.

-Good. Because...

Vera, I distinctly asked for tea and digestive biscuits.

And yet this is a Jammie Dodger, is it not?

Yes, they are, but I like to take the top part off

then lick the jam off in one big...

Remember -

this organisation does not tolerate Jammie Dodgers!

What's all this, then? You've got half the chemistry lab!

Flatley wants it all chucked out. It's like me - old and useless.

Scoop, you've got to take someone!

-Maybe you can ask Carrie.

-All right!

All right!

Carrie...

Do you know anyone I can take to the school disco?

Like someone you hang around with.

A lot.

No? Anyway, let's go and have a kick-about, yeah?

Why does everyone just see me as one big joke?

Same reason they think I'm useless.

Small-minded.

Maybe it's better if I don't go to the disco.

Harry, wait up. I can help.

-All we know is his security pass was stolen.

-Could have been anybody.

Wait a sec.

When a security pass opens the door, it's recorded on the system.

So we can find out what locks were opened with the stolen pass!

SINGS TO HIMSELF

I don't get it.

If you wanted to be a dancer, why didn't you try?

Oh, I did. Got offered a place at dance school and all.

-Not that my dad ever knew.

-You never told him?

-All he cared about was me joining the family business.

-What was that?

Banking - or thereabouts.

And you chose banking over dancing?

One choice.

One choice that changed my whole life.

Oh, well. Oh...

baking powder. Ah.

The best thing for getting chewing gum off the bottom of chairs!

And another fire extinguisher.

-Why do you need so many?

-They're for doing...

Look, will you please leave me alone, for Gawd's sake?

I'm sorry, but I've got to go.

-Go where?

-Just go. As in I'm not coming back.

Oh! I thought I heard voices.

And Carrie, a study period means study.

-I was helping Harry.

-Excuse me.

Did I sound as if I was giving you a choice?

No, Mrs King.

But at least one of us still has one.

Come on!

So this shows every door unlocked by the stolen pass?

The attacker went past every major department in M.I.9.

He could have been looking for anything.

Guys, bad news. Harry showed up, but I lost him again.

Mrs King made me do a study period in her office.

-What are you doing?

-Someone used too much glue in the plaster.

So what was Harry doing when you saw him?

-He was collecting weird chemicals and chucking out old equipment.

-Old?

-Yeah.

-The chemistry lab got all new equipment a month ago.

-I remember - you were all excited.

-The question is,

what does Harry want with this stuff?

Splendid! Soon we'll have enough gas to knock out the entire city!

-We won't hurt anyone?

-Relax. The gas knocks you out for ten minutes

then you wake up as right as rain.

But how do we get the gas out there? Those things weigh a ton!

Harry, I think it's time you pimped my ride!

-Found something?

-Whoever stole the security pass went into here,

the medical test unit.

Look at what they were testing.

The Invigatron.

Agents would never have to worry about getting hurt.

Could it be Beryl's target?

Security? This is Agent London.

-Is this all Harry was using?

-Baking powder, cleaning fluid and paint.

Or, sodium bicarbonate, ammonia and emulsifiers -

all the ingredients for a gas

-that makes you unconscious.

-That's all we need!

A security van is driving the Invigatron across town now!

A bunch of old fogies won't hijack a van.

-They won't have to if they gas the area.

-Contact the van to tell them..

What? It's on a comms blackout for security.

Well, where is it now?

We'll handle it.

The van will be on the high street in ten minutes.

-Let's get to it before Beryl does.

-I'll get gas masks.

-Stupid thing!

I'll catch you up. You go.

Angel One to all Angels.

Prepare to release the birds!

Releasing in five...

four...

three...

two...

one!

Wait!

It's the gas.

-I'll take the two on the left. Agreed?

-Agreed.

Carrie? Carrie?

-BERYL:

-What are you waiting for? Now, move it!

Ow!

Why do they never listen?

They're not getting away again. Come on!

Cream tea, anyone?

Come on - I know a shortcut.

-They've boarded it up!

-Gas leak safe.

I guess we call that chase over.

Pity!

Pity - and we were having such a gas!

Harry!

Rose! Carrie! Oscar!

Now, let's just see what this thing can do.

Fire at will!

I said fire!

Not too much! There's only so much energy a body can take.

Well, how do you feel?

I feel...

I feel...

invigorated!

Nobody move!

You're under arrest, Bagshot.

What?

Sweet little old me?

Don't even think about it!

How did you find us?

Hilda's handbag. I found a brochure for the retirement home.

-Now the nerve centre of my new criminal empire!

-Harry, please!

Please don't let her do it!

-We can help you.

-Please, let them go.

We'll be long gone by the time M.I.9 gets here.

I think I'm going to enjoy this!

Five...

-Harry!

-Four...

-Let them go!

-Three!

Please!

Two...

Harry, no!

One!

I'd sit tight if I were you. You two, untie 'em, quick!

Harry!

Harry! Harry, are you OK?

What's wrong with him?

Carrie, he zapped too much energy into himself. No-one can take that.

-Oscar, get an ambulance!

-I'm on it.

-Listen to me.

As a young man, I had a choice.

Go to dance school,

or start thieving like the rest of my family.

I should have listened to what's in here.

He's not got long left.

So if you want to go to that disco,

you go, girl!

Don't let anybody stop you!

Harry, you need to hang on in there. We can make this better.

You made me better the first moment I met you.

There must be something we can do! We can always do something.

-Carrie, come here.

-Frank!

Being a spy isn't always about deactivating weapons

or finding antidotes.

Sometimes

it's just about people.

Let him go.

CONTINUOUS BEEP ON HEART MONITOR

DISCO MUSIC PLAYS

Look, er, Rose...

I should have thought this out.

But, er...

..do you want to come to the disco with me?

It's all right if you don't.

You can't say that. You've got to be positive.

-Hi, can I have some tickets, please?

-Sorry. No partner, no entry.

Actually, I've got my two partners right here.

Now, if you don't mind, I've got to show some people how to party!

Rose!

I've been doing some wondering and, erm...

only...

..only if you want to...

er...

I'm not saying you have to...

If you just want to come...

Rose. Coming in or not?

Thanks, Harry!

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