Episode Report Card Erin: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Papa, Can You Hear Me?
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.22.2003
Dun-dun. Dun-dun. Dun-dun-dun-dun dun-dun-dun-dun DUNNNA NA NA! The Great White Spy Daddy is cruising through the choppy waters of Oops Center, and he spies a tidy piece of Head Chum across the sea. Slowing for a moment, Great White Spy Daddy stares at his prey, willing him to look up from the sea anemones that are capturing his attention currently. Head Chum finally looks up, and the blood-hungry shark and his prey lock eyes. "Don't make any sudden movements, Chum," Great White Spy Daddy's eyes seem to say. "Oops, I crapped my pants!" Head Chum's seem to say. Great White Spy Daddy moves on, confident in the knowledge that one day soon, there will be nice big chunks of Head Chum stuck between his teeth.
After our little foray into a National Geographic Special, Jack's walking down one of the halls and Little Vaughny Vaughn Vaughn comes running up all, "Jacky! Can I be a part of it?!" Jack's all, even if I knew what in the hell you were talking about, I'd tell you to go play with the little girls in the sandbox where you belong. Vaughn's all, oh, come on! I have tons of good ideas on how to rescue Sydney! We could partner up! Like a team! We could even get shirts and hats made! Jack's all, dude? We could be breaking the laws. And your fly's open. Vaughn won't give up, though, and finally, Jack relents, telling him to meet him in the garage in three minutes.
Spy Barbie's Prison Penthouse. Syd's doing her best to find some sort of way out of her cell, running her hands along the walls, looking for big gaping holes behind Rita Hayworth posters and some rock-carving tools. She comes up empty, however, and realizes it's futile. A voice from another cell asks her what she's doing. "Looking for somethin'?" asks Pruitt Taylor Vince, who, for the purpose of this recap, we'll just call "Pruitt," primarily because it's funnier than his actual character name. Also? He's a bad guy. I'm just telling you right now. Pruitt Taylor Vince's specialty is bad guys you can't help but love or for whom you feel sorry; that is, up until the moment they bite the head off a kitten or something. It's his niche, if you will, and I'm guaranteeing you that this dude ends up bad by the end of this thing.
So, anyway, he asks her if she's looking for something, and Syd answers, "Maybe." He sort of crawls across his bunk in a rather hunky childlike fashion and requests that if she finds any, he'll have some. "If it's candy," he husks. "God…I love…candy." So we're supposed to think that he's A) crazy, B) childishly endearing, and C) her compatriot in captivity. Yeah. He's a bad guy. He introduces himself as "Campbell," but he's still Pruitt to me. Syd introduces herself to him, and a tentative friendship is born. He pleads with her not to leave, saying it's been a long time without someone to talk to. Syd warily watches him, but you know she's just going to wind up being his buddy. She's big-hearted that way. And stupid. I mean, she is, after all, the Worst. Spy. Ever.