K.C. Undercover

Morning, Mom.

Hey, I need my permission slip signed

for my field trip next week.

No slip, no trip. No trip, I flip.

Kind of busy here.

So am I.

I mean, I have a test to study for,

a paper to write, and I still find time to bug you.

Sweetie, I run an accounting firm,

I take care of two kids, cook, clean,

do the laundry, and have to convince your father

his hair isn't thinning.

You really want to compete with me?

I get it. You're busy. I'll just sign it for you.

No, K.C., you really shouldn't...

Wow!

You do my signature better than I do.

Is there anything you aren't good at?

Yes, failing!

Well, you're just perfect, aren't ya?

Well, I am Mom and Dad's favorite.

Yeah, right.

There's my K.C.! My pride and joy...

Uh... Hello?

Oh, hey, Ernie. Didn't see you there.

You guys want to laugh?

K.C. thinks she's your favorite.

Funny, right?

Right? Mom?

Oh, hey, Ernie. Didn't see you there.

Don't be ridiculous.

Just because K.C. has an A average,

she's a black belt in karate, and she

single-handedly retrofitted the whole house

to run on solar power,

doesn't mean you're not as good as...

Hey, look, breakfast is ready!

So, I'm thinking tonight you come over,

hack into the school's network

and switch all the cute boys into my classes.

Okay.

Marisa, as much as I enjoy risking expulsion

so that you can get a date,

tonight is a school night and...

Please don't say it. I need to study.

She said it.

Okay. How many times do we have to go over this?

Study, bad.

Party, good.

The first dance of the year is Friday night

and we are going.

Marisa. Marisa. Marisa. Yeah.

Half of the school is now staring at us.

How embarrassing.

Why isn't the other half staring?

Okay, look, the point is even if I wanted to go,

which I don't, I have a robotics club meeting

Friday night.

Ugh, come on, K.C., you're going to that dance

and having some fun.

Yes, because there's nothing more fun

than sitting around and watching you flirt

with guys all night, waiting for one to talk to me...

Which thankfully never happens.

Because every time I do trying talk to a guy,

I just come off sound like a complete idiot.

I mean, my brain says something really cute

and funny, but my mouth is just kind of like,

"Blah blahbitty blah blah blah."

Oh, come on! You are exaggerating.

How are you doing, Marisa?

Oh, hey, Ryan, cute jacket.

Thanks. Hey, K.C..

Hey jacket, cute jacket.

I mean, hey cute, Ryan jacket.

Hey, j...

Oh, just kill me.

I'm worried about K.C..

I... I just hope testing her is the right thing to do.

It's all going to be okay.

She's never met a test she couldn't ace.

Ha ha ha... Takes after her old man.

She sure does.

Oh, here she comes.

K.C.?

My name is Wally.

I'm with a secret government agency.

It can't be that much of a secret

if you go around telling people.

This is my ID.

You need to come with me.

Okay.

Uh, I think you have the wrong K.C..

Let me just show you my ID.

Oh! My belly button!

I think you just turned my outie into an innie!

Ow! Ow! Let me go!

Please stop that!

Ow!

Help!

Help!

Let me go!

Okay, uh...

the police just got here...

and they said that they're going to wait outside

and give you one last chance to let me go,

and if you do...

they won't be mad.

Man, this is gonna hurt.

Okay, seriously, I can't just hang here all day.

Stand back! All right? I watch reality shows.

I will scratch your eyes out and scar you emotionally.

One minute, forty two seconds.

A new record!

Okay, I don't know what is wrong with you people,

but if you think my parents are gonna pay

some big ransom, you are sadly mistaken.

Okay. They are not rich.

They are just boring accountants.

Now, I wouldn't say we're boring.

And accounting isn't our only job.

Honey, we're also spies.

And we need your help on a mission.

What?

Okay, so let me just get this straight.

Um, basically, you guys have been lying to me my entire life.

Honey, we wanted to tell you we were spies,

but we weren't allowed to.

Well, we could have, but then we would've had to kill you.

You guys are joking, right?

Yeah. Okay.

I just don't get it. Why me? I'm j...

What were you guys talking about?

Nothing!

Are you planning a surprise party for me?

I knew you guys wouldn't forget my birthday...

again.

But why me?

I'm just a regular kid.

A regular kid? No.

We had you tested when you were three,

you were certified a genius.

You used to read us bedtime stories.

Shakespeare.

Wait, I'm a... I'm a genius?

Why didn't you guys tell me that?

Because we didn't want you to get a big head...

Which, according to the tests, you already have,

because your brain is so big.

And let's face it, sweetie, you kick butt!

Your first lesson at "Karate Kiddies"

when you were five, you crushed your sensei's windpipe.

Wa... You guys said he choked on a raisin.

Again... Whoa.

Plus, you're perfect for this mission,

because you go to Hamilton High.

Our intel shows one of the students

is an undercover teen spy working for the other side.

Now, we need someone on the inside we can trust.

Your mission, if you choose to accept it...

I love saying that.

It gets old, baby.

Is to identify that spy and recover the code

for a new virus that jams cell towers,

rendering every mobile device useless,

thus creating worldwide havoc.

You mean it all goes down?

No texting, no selfies, no super cute kitten pics...

no checking in?

If I go somewhere and I can't check in,

how will I even know that I was there?

Tell me about it.

But, sweetie, you can help stop the virus.

So, what do you say, K.C.? Are you in?

Oh, hey!

Any chance you changed your mind about

going to the dance? Because a lot of cute boys are going!

Please. Marisa,

you know that school dances are not my thing.

Plus, I have way too much going on to be

worrying about meeting some...

Boy!

Who is that boy?

Lincoln Treadwell. He just moved to D.C.

From where? Heaven?

Wait, um, just moved to D.C.?

Wow, this mission is gonna be a lot more fun

than I thought it would be.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Oh, sorry, I can't eat with you. I have to go to detention.

Wait. You're in trouble again?

Oh, no. No, no, no. It's a dedication ceremony.

They're naming the room after me.

Of course I'm in trouble.

Hey, Reena. How you doing?

Let me guess, you don't have anyone to sit with,

so you figured sitting with the girl sitting by

herself in a wheelchair was better than sitting alone?

I would not have put it that way, but okay.