G-Force

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Hey, slow down!

Whoa! That is not cool!

Thank you for coming tonight, Darwin.

This room is secure,

so we can speak freely.

Why the secrecy?

Because the Feds are coming

tomorrow... to shut us down.

Shut us down?

Without even giving us a chance?

Yes.

And there's only one way

we can save this department,

and that's prove ourselves,

in the field.

Our target is Leonard Saber.

As you know, he is a former arms dealer

and current CEO of Saberling Industries.

The Bureau's intel shows Saber

has developed a new microchip

with possible military applications.

They suspect he has sold his technology

to the Far East under the code name...

...Clusterstorm.

Now, Darwin, we need to find out

how Saber plans to use this technology.

Your mission is to download

the Clusterstorm files

from Saber's personal computer

located in his library, right here.

Ben, we're gonna get you that evidence.

We'll prove, once and for all,

what we can do.

We'll give 'em no choice.

They'll have to keep the program

and make us special agents.

Look, I believe in you,

but if we fail...

...we blow a case they've been

trying to crack for two years.

Hey, I'm nine inches tall.

I only see the upside.

Right this way, sir.

Thank you.

Ticktock, we're on the clock.

Speckles, do you copy?

Ten-four.

I read you, Darwin. Five-by-five.

All communication systems are online.

Status report.

I have a visual on Saber.

He's wearing a $6,000 suit,

$50,000 watch,

and, according to my infrared scope,

Hanes size 36 tighty whiteys.

Saber's about to start his speech.

Remember, the clock is ticking, dude.

Blaster, Juarez, what's your twenty?

Juarez here.

Approaching first objective.

We're ten seconds ahead of schedule

because Blaster is a little hyped-up.

Of course I am. This is what I live for.

Time to get this party started.

- Have any activity?

- Southbound is secure.

OK, we're clear.

Darwin,

you're behind schedule. You all right?

- First mission jitters, I guess.

- Do you want to abort?

No, no, it's OK.

I've been trained to do this.

I'd follow you

into a snarling pack of Dobermans!

Oh, wait. I already have.

Now, get your fuzzy hind end moving.

Hold on. There's a civilian

passing through the perimeter.

What are you looking at?

Move along, pal.

Oh!

Don't worry. I just spotted my way in.

Whoa!

Juarez...

- Blaster, don't drop a pellet.

- Too late.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa! Whoo!

I'm cool.

Speckles to Mooch. Getting no visual.

Over.

The fly is in the ointment.

Darwin, do you copy?

Yeah, you're right.

Ah!

Holy foxes.

- What's your twenty?

- I'm in the morgue.

# Don't you wish your blowtorch

was hot like mine #

Good thing I took shop.

Welcome to my home.

I want you to know how grateful I am

to all of you for, once again, making us

the number one consumer

electronics brand in the world!

Yeah, yeah.

These things are so popular,

I can't get one.

Mooch, focus.

Come on, honey.

You're not here for the sweets.

Get back on mission.

For years,

we've been putting a secret...

...into the heart of every member

of the Saberling family,

be it the cryogenic refrigerator or

the new microwave-heated coffeemaker.

A secret which is at the core of

any successful family: Communication.

- Hey, Juarez. Race you to the top!

- OK. On your mark, get set, go!

That's cold.

Darwin, the table's set. You are clear

to infiltrate Saber's study.

OK, I'm in.

Clearing exfil route.

- Hey, it worked!

- Of course it worked.

Nothing happens in this house

that I don't know about. Trust me.

In 48 hours, when I press this button,

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