[electrical crackling]
[humming]
[upbeat rhythmic music plays]
[engine roars]
[tires squeal]
[suspenseful music plays]
-[grunts] -You're splitting us up?
You'll never see or hear from each other again.
Always knew I'd end up getting arrested, just not for something I didn't do.
[grunts]
[grunting]
[Ms. Nowhere sighs] Did you geniuses at least think to question
the only man who wasn't supposed to be at my party,
before turning on your best agents?
Hey, all Uncle Tuco did was go to the bathroom.
He probably just got scared of the explosions and left.
But thanks for saying we're the best agents.
[Ms. Nowhere] I was referring to me, myself, and I.
When a spy goes blind, all their other senses are heightened.
I can smell my own way to the truck, thank you very much. Hmph.
-[Ms. Nowhere shrieks, groans] -[guards laugh]
[suspenseful music plays]
Gary, you gotta help me free Ms. Nowhere and the crew.
I'm sorry. They blew up an entire floor of headquarters.
They're being transported momentarily. There's nothing I can do.
But why would they want to destroy headquarters?
Whatever "video footage" you have of them has to be doctored.
They've been framed!
-Framed? Maybe we should help. -We have to be loyal to the agency.
What about being loyal to Ms. Nowhere?
If I were loyal to every agent I've worked with, I'd be out of a job.
Agents go rogue all the time.
I'm honestly surprised Ms. Nowhere lasted this long.
We had the longest working relationship in agency history. [chuckles]
We just celebrated our five-year anniversary! Well...
I celebrated our five-year anniversary.
Ms. Nowhere had a "prior commitment" that came up just before the function,
even though I sent her the invitation months in adva--
[clears throat]
Anyway... She was bound to crack at some point.
That's true.
But why would Ms. Nowhere "go rogue" during an event held in her honor?
Well, now that's a stumper.
She knows everyone lets their guard down on award nights.
That's a fact! Work hard, play hard, am I right?
But why would she involve a bunch of kids in such a dangerous plan?
Children are the future.
Come on! You know what she thinks about those kids.
That is a good point.
-[Julius] That is a very good point. -Wait! What does she think about us?
Oh. Nothing.
What do you suppose our new Ms. Nowhere will be like?
I hope she'll remember more people's names.
Ms. Nowhere called 90% of her employees "tech guy".
-[Julius] I never knew who she meant! -Uh, guys?
[Gary] Hopefully her replacement agrees to casual Fridays.
Hello?
[Gary] I have a real flattering pique polo that I've been dying to bust out.
-[groans] -[Julius] Oh! Sounds slick.
Fine.
[dramatic music plays]
I'll break them out myself.
[upbeat music plays]
♪ Spy racer ♪
♪ Working independently ♪
♪ Spy racer ♪
♪ Ready to break out the team ♪
-♪ Spy ra-- ♪ -[music stops]
Where are you going?
Uh, nowhere.
Mm-hm.
It's none of your business.
Maybe not, but it's gonna be Moms' business.
-[upbeat music plays] -[groans]
I don't get why you're keeping this weird garage a secret.
-It's pretty lame. -"Lame"?
This place is the opposite of lame.
What about our sweet boxing ring?
Bob and weave. Stick and move.
[pants, groans]
These gloves are heavy.
Echo's dope vert ramp.
[whoops, groans]
[yelps, groans]
[groaning] Aw, come on! That was awesome!
It looks cheesy.
Oh, you want cheesy?
[chuckles] Huh?
-This is the opposite of lame. -[atmospheric music plays]
You can spy on anyone from here.
Uh, that's my seat.
Not anymore.
Johnny T, we're about to find out what really happens in the sandbox.
Uh, no.
We have to figure out where Tony and the rest of the team are being transported.
Tony's in trouble? What kind of car are we looking for?
I'm not sure.
-Are they all together? -I don't know.
Any idea where they're going?
Uh, no.
[sarcastically] Wow. You're really a great spy.
[splutters] Scoot over.
[beeping]
[Frostee] Just got past one of the agency's firewalls.
[suspenseful music plays]
Five armored trucks were discharged from the agency's inventory
all at once an hour ago.
[gasps] Everyone must be in their own vehicles.
Five? I thought you only had four friends.
Our spy boss Ms. Nowhere makes five. And I have more than four friends!
Whatever you want to tell yourself.
Uh-oh. They blocked me.
[beeping]
Great. So, now we have to locate and track five cars
that the agency disappeared from the map.
[Sissy] Found them.
There's usually traffic on that stretch of highway.
Moms and I always have to leave early
to get to my weekend gifted science program on time.
I get it! You're in a gifted science program.
Anyway, the agency must be controlling lights.
[Frostee] Look for more unusual traffic.
There!
[Sissy] That's usually backed up for miles.
[Frostee] Ooh! No traffic to Nachos del Norte right now.
You have your own nacho dispenser in the garage.
What's your point?
That makes five!
If we can figure out which truck Tony is in,
we can break him out with his self-driving car.
[gasps, yelps]
[suspenseful music plays]
There's Tony.
What? He runs warm. Probably because he's so brave.
Working with you is weird.
[splutters] Move!
I'll hack into traffic lights around Tony's truck
to give us more time to get him.
Look! I think those are Cisco's pit stains.
[in unison] Ew...
[techno music plays]
DJ Drone?
-[grunting] -[guard] Hey! [grunts]
-[grunts] -[music slows]
[grunts]
Don't take it personally, guys! Torettos never stay locked up for long.
[groans] T-tops...
Tony, it's me! I'm driving your car. I'm saving you!
I figured. Yours is the only drone that plays techno.
Actually, it's more of a hip-rave neurofunk fusion.
It's more like... [imitates beat]
Instead of a... [imitates similar beat]
Hear the difference?
Just get me out of here!
[tires screech]
[phone rings, vibrates]
Hello?
Tony Toretto escaped in a hip-rave neurofunk fusion drone-led breakout?
-[tense music plays] -Frostee... I know exactly where he is.
-[pop music plays] -[whinnying]
[cartoon unicorn] You're my best fur-riend!
Ever heard of knocking? Rude!
[rhythmic music plays]
Thanks, Frostee! Let's round up the family.
[tires squeal]
[fast-paced music plays]
[guard] Emergency! We've been attacked. Prisoner in the wind. Requesting backup.
-All transports go to high alert. -The other trucks are coordinating backup.
No, they're not.
Dispatch. Hello?
I shut down their comms.
I'm not sure how long it'll take to get them back up, but it'll buy us time.
Nice! Where am I going?
[Frostee] Layla's closest, so start with her.
-Just sent her location. -Got it.
[rhythmic music plays]
We got someone on our tail.
It's Tony Toretto! I'm gonna try to lose him.
[radio bleeps] We're under attack. Requesting backup.
-Repeat, we're under attack. -[tires squeal]
Hello? Do you copy?
Sounds like they don't copy.
[rhythmic music plays]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[tires screech]
[laughs]
[exclaims]
[music intensifies]
[tires squeal]
You're about to see triple.
Where did these guys come from? They've got us surrounded.
[fast-paced music plays]
[grunting]
[snarls]
Hey! What's going on out there? We need some backup!
[Tony] They're breaking in the back. Send the prisoner up here.
[dramatic music plays]
[chuckles]
-[grunting] -[guards groan]
Little help, Toretto?
Sorry! Seemed like you were doing fine.
Our ride's here.
[grunting]
[tense music plays]
[techno music plays]
I can't figure out how to shut off this music.
Shut it off? Turn it up!
[sniffs loudly, sobs]
[sobbing] Yo, I'm so scared right now.
What if spy jail pillows are too soft, you know?
I need strong neck support. [gasps]
What if there are no pillows at all? Are there windows where I'm going?
Yo, vitamin D deficiency is real, bro. You ever heard of rickets?
[sobs]
Will you hold me?
-[crashing] -[groaning]
What was that?
I don't know.
[driver] It's like some huge invisible thing just stopped right in front of us.
[tense music plays]
-[scraping] -[yelps, gasps]
-[grunts] -[yelps]
[grunting]
[groaning]
Take these, and hurry up.
[crying]
Are you crying?
What? No! It started as a cover, but then I really did get scared of spy jail.
I'm just that method, dawg! I'm method.
[gasps]
-We gotta jump! -Where?
-[engine starts] -[both grunt]
[gasps]
[Cisco] Whoo! Yeah!
Follow them!
[stirring music plays]
We're almost to Echo's truck, but we only have a couple minutes
before the agency shuts down my radio interference
and coordinates backup.
-What's our move? -I'll pass on the right, like... [zooming]
180, into reverse, and grapple the truck from the front to slow it down.
Cisco can ram the side as a distraction. [roaring]
[Tony] While Layla sets charges like... [imitates explosion]
...to bust open the back of the truck and get Echo out.
Dang, bro! We should use sound effects in all our planning sessions!
-Can you just go? -[gasping]
-[engine roars] -[tires squeal]
Everyone ready? Stay in formation.
Yo, is that Echo?
[grunting]
[horn sounds]
Great timing!
[pants, grunts]
[rhythmic music plays]
Dang, Echo! Nice work.
Yeah, but I'm a little disappointed we didn't get to do Tony's plan.
Oh, it sounded so cool and loud, like...
Now, we free Ms. Nowhere.
Yeah, about that... The agency's communications are back up.
[Frostee] Looks like they called in a convoy to protect Ms. Nowhere's truck.
There are eight spy SUVs boxing her in.
How strongly y'all feel about freeing her?
Layla! She's family.
Just checking.
[hip-hop plays]
Alright. Let's take these guys out.
[tires squeal]
[gasps]
[alarm rings]
-[tires squeal] -[glass breaks]
[tires squeal]
Nice try. Say hello to the pressure drop.
[tires squeal]
[Ms. Nowhere sniffs, laughs] You smell that, boys? [laughs]
That's the smell of freedom. Now, are we gonna do this the easy way...
...or the hard way?
-What is she doing? -[Ms. Nowhere] Hard way it is!
[yells, groans]
-[laughs] -[Ms. Nowhere] Ready to give up? [groans]
[suspenseful music plays]
[gasps]
[whimpers]
[groans]
[hip-hop plays]
You challenged the wrong girl to a street art competition.
[Ms. Nowhere] All right, sense of smell. You've failed me for the last time.
Sense of taste, you're up! [grunts]
-[guard yells] -[Ms. Nowhere grunts]
I got this one.
[beeping]
[shrieks, yelps]
[screams]
-[screaming] -[muffled bang]
Oh. I barely felt that. [chuckles]
-[Cisco] Dude! [laughs] -[Layla] Yes! Oh, yeah!
[Echo] Yeah, go Frostee!
Activate laser cannon.
[grunting]
[guard] Ew...
Yeah, right?
[dramatic music plays]
Hop on, Ms. Nowhere!
That's not good.
[Ms. Nowhere shrieks]
We got to get on that truck.
[chuckles] Ejection seat?
Oh heck yeah! I've been looking forward to trying this one out.
[beeping]
-Yee-haw! Woo-hoo-hoo! Yeah! -[Tony whoops]
-[grunting] -[tense music plays]
[guard screams]
[grunting]
Hey! How about you watch where you're punching your guard!
My bad! Trade ya. [grunting]
[guard screams]
[Tony grunting]
Catch up, Toretto!
No fair! I did most of the work on that guy.
[grunting]
[dramatic music plays]
Is it just me, or does Ms. Nowhere look, like, really mad?
[scoffs] She always looks mad.
[Frostee] I know, but, like, madder than usual.
That's definitely her extra-mad face.
Her own agency betrayed her. What do you expect?
Yeah, that's ice cold, bro.
I bet the agency doesn't even realize the dark power they've unleashed
by spurning her.
How do you think the Illuminati started?
[Frostee groans] Man, will you stop talking about the Illuminati?
[Cisco] Yeah, good call. [whispers] They've got ears everywhere.
-[grunting] -[dramatic music plays]
[guards wail]
You're 0 for 2.
You guys double teamed. I didn't need any help.
-Stop arguing and get up to that chopper! -[yelps]
-[dramatic music plays] -[Tony and Layla grunt]
-[Tony exclaims] -Whoa!
Get a clue.
[grunting]
Huh?
-[knocking] -Huh?
-[grunts] -[yelps]
[pilot screams]
[yells]
-Toretto! -Oops!
I got this.
[dramatic music plays]
We've been framed, and you won't be seeing or hearing from us again
until we find whoever set us up.
And Gary: I'd sleep with one eye open if I were you. [grunts]
[laughs] That was awesome, Ms. Nowhere!
I can't believe we get to go rogue with the best of the best!
-This is going to be so fun. -I've imagined this moment many times.
Stealing a chopper and taking off for the poles
with nothing but a taser and a clean pair of underwear.
But I never pictured myself doing it with a bunch of tweens in tow.
Uh, these "tweens" just broke you out. Without Frostee, we'd still be separated.
Fine. You get a gold star, Frostee.
Ooh! For real?
Metaphorically.
I feel like you could easily give him a real gold star.
Yeah, dawg. Go into a sticker store with 10 bucks, you're pretty much set for life.
Fine, I'll get him a gold star
as soon as we're not running for freedom as we know it!
Now, will you all stop talking? We need to focus.
The agency will be coming after us with everything they've got.
If we don't find out who framed us,
we're gonna be living the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders.
Never knowing which stranger in a café is the one that holds our death warrants.
I wonder who they'll send after us.
[laughs] It's probably a small pool to choose from,
since whoever it is has to be better than me!
[all laugh, whoop]
-[Echo] Woo-hoo-hoo! -[Layla] Yeah!
[Ms. Nowhere] I'd sleep with one eye open if I were you.
-[grunts] -[static]
I wouldn't want to be you right now.
[door opens]
[rock music plays]
The name's Palindrome.
-[gasps] -Oh, my.
This is quite an honor.
[quietly] Play it cool, Julius.
-I'm your biggest fan! -[yelps]
Then you must know why they call me Palindrome.
Because you always put fugitives right back where they started.
[in unison] In jail!
That's right.
And this time, that fugitive is Ms. Nowhere.
I'm bringing her back in, and you two are gonna help me.
So saddle up, donkeys. The chicken's flown the coop.
[in unison] Bawk, bawk.
[thump]
[vocalizing] ♪ We run the world like a family ♪
♪ Speed it up, cause together we ♪
♪ We ride out, ride out Chase the legacy ♪
♪ Ride out, got the whole squad Yeah, we on the go ♪
♪ Ghost ride the whip As our tires smoke ♪
♪ And the crew stay tight Yeah, everybody knows ♪
♪ We just having fun Cause this is how we roll ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ We ride out, ride out Chase the legacy ♪