K.C. Undercover

I'm so proud of myself.

I turned in my creative writing assignment... on time.

You mean the one you already got three extensions on?

Yep. Made it in just under the wire.

Yeah, the final, final, final wire.

So what'd you write your story about?

It is about a teenage spy who is protecting this guy

who is wanted all over the world.

See, he'd been involved in some sort of, um--

Cyber-attack? Yeah, yeah!

The main character's name is Dirk Henry.

He's hiding out in a safehouse

at an abandoned railway station...

...in Diriama, Nicaragua.

Yeah! Did you read my paper?

No, Marisa, I live yourapurap!!

You've just described everything that happened in my mission last weekend.

Oh yeah, I knew it felt familiar.

But don't worry, Mr. Forman will just think I made it up.

Yeah, yeah, until the cyber-attack story is on the news

and they realize that you knew Dirk Henry's name

before Channel 2 did.

As well as the location of his undisclosed location!

Marisa, that information was completely classified.

Well, then you probably shouldn't have blabbed about it to me!

I'm starting to realize that now.

Marisa, I don't think you get it.

If Mr. Forman reads that top-secret information,

he's gonna have to go away.

Oh, great. Yeah, he could really use a vacation.

He's been very snippy lately in class.

Yeah, not that kind of "go away."

I mean, like, go away-go away.

And then when they realize that he got that information from you

and you got the information for me, all three of us

will be living on some Siberian ice farm

where there's no Internet, no cable,

and no curling irons.

Yes, just ice. Lots and lots of ice.

And before you ask, not the kind you skate on.

So I'm gonna need you to go in there and get that paper.

Uhhh! This is what I get for doing my homework.

Hey, Mr. Forman. Aah.

I need my paper back. I think there might be a typo in it.

Well, based on the last six papers you turned in...

I'm pretty sure there is.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Good one, Mr. F.

Uh, but seriously, can I have it back?

No. You've already gotten more extensions than...

Bonnie Silverstein.

It's too much, Bonnie. You're not fooling anyone.

Hey, Beverly.

Don't "Hey Beverly" me.

We still haven't gotten your mission report.

We need your debriefing about the cyber-attack ASAP, KC.

I know. I'm sorry, it's just that

we got home really late last night, and then I had--

My mother-in-law is visiting, my kid has the flu,

and I just managed to eat an entire jar of bacon bits

because nobody here can manage

to stock the kitchen with actual snacks!!!

But you really don't care, do you?

Well, no, not really.

Yeah, well, now you know how I feel about your stuff.

No excuses. Get it done.

Nothin' but bacon bits?! Really?!

Forman won't give me the paper.

Well, there's only one thing we can do.

Kill him?

No.

Oh, sorry. I'm new at all this spy stuff.

Okay. Now we just need to get into Forman's classroom,

get your paper-- easy as pie.

See, what does that mean, "easy as pie"?

Cuz once I tried to make pie,

and it was kind of a pain in the butt.

I mean, the crust alone-- Would you just focus?

It's locked.

See? Pie not easy. Pie hard.

Not when you have the Helping Hand.

It is the latest addition in The Organization's arsenal of gadgets.

Okay.

We're in!

Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen you

this excited about being in a classroom.

Mr. Forman is a magician.

He's doing some sort of magic show.

The Great Formini?

Well, I believe the meanie part.

Thanks for letting me use the office copier, Marjorie.

Let me just grab my flyer.

Oh man, it's Mr. Formini. I mean Forman.

Hide.

Hmm.

Marisa, what are you doing? He already took your paper. It's gone.

Oh no, I'm looking for my phone.

He took it away from me in class.

Here it is!

Welcome to my humble abode! I hope--

Oh, it's just you.

Why aren't you at school?

I forgot my book.

Is it a book on how to avoid showering after gym?

Maaaaaybe.

It's called "personal hygiene" it's personal.

Hey, what are you doing home? I took a "me" day.

You can't just take a day off.

Public education is the cornerstone

of a progressive democratic society.

So is showering. Yet here we are.

Besides, my friend Trudy is coming over.

She's also a robot.

A robot playdate.

What happens? You compare nuts and bolts?

We were manufactured in the same factory.

But I can't stand her.

Just because she was first off the assembly line,

she thinks her circuits don't stink.

I can't wait to brag how I'm a part of

an elite family of supercool spies.

By the way, you're not going to be here

when she gets here, right?

Are you saying I'm an embarrassment?

Maaaaybe?

Don't just stand there.

Go learn.

Okay, enough games.

I'm getting that paper back,

and nothing is gonna stop me.

Except the door to the teachers' lounge,

where he's probably gonna read the paper

and then we're all gonna wind up in a Siberian prison.

Nice knowing you, everybody!

Dasvidania!

Marisa, relax.

I'm goin' in there.

But no student has ever gone inside that door.

And Marisa...no student ever will.

Well, helloooo,

fellow educators.

Substitute teacher Margaret Cavendish

reporting for du-ty!

Nothing like the smell of uneducated minds, am I right?

Makes you just want to fill them up with knowledge.

Knowledge, knowledge, knowledge!

Well, before I start edificating these young minds,

I'm going to rest my weary bones.

Excuse me!

Oh! How kind of you to squeeze me in, buttercup.

You know, back in my day,

we didn't allow students in the teachers' lounge.

Well, actually I am a teacher.

Oh! But you are just a pup!

A little bitty baby puppy pup!

Thank you.

Oh. Oh, heavens.

I should have never had those bangers and mash for lunch.

The gas is starting.

Uhh!

Would you be a dear and get me some tea?

Happily.

What? A lovely handbag.

Is this a Ravello, too?

Yo, wassup.

I mean, helloooo!

KC? This is Beverly.

Oh! Hello, dear.

You still owe us that debriefing report, and we need it ASAP.

Oh, now is not a good time, Snookums.

Okay. Look here, Mary Poppins,

if you've got time to make up fake character voices,

then you have time to turn in that debriefing.

Now, this is the last warning before I come up there

and pull that report out of your chim-chim-cheroo.

Oh? You got it, Snookums.

Love you too.

You got-- What?

Girl, I--

My hubby Herbie,

forty years and he's still chasing after me.

Excuse me. Who are you?

Oh! Hello!

Margaret Cavendish, substitute teacher extraordinaire.

Well, what are you doing in here?

We need a substitute in room 211.

Oh! Yes!

Righty-O! Tally ho!

On my way-O!

This way? This way?

Yep! Go on in!

Lovely. Lovely. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you!

And this is our other living room.

What a nice house.

Small, but nice.

Oh, Trudy, you look as good as the day they made you.