Episode Report Card Erin: B- | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Tuck Everlasting
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 2 | Aired on 10.05.2002
Ahem. Sydney's entering what appears to be a very trendy bar. She's wearing her own personal version of a Devo wig, but with the added bonus of perky little upturned ends, and a furry-looking coat. She passes Vaughn on her way in, and he tells her something about guards changing shifts and how much time she'll have once they're gone. And Vaughn? He really should get out more. He is so damn sexy in his tone-on-tone dark suit that it's about eight shades of WRONG how hot I am for him right now. Apparently, I need a date.
Syd exits to the balcony and starts acting like a spy. She's cranking with the spy tools when Vaughn informs her that Sloane's in the hizzouse. Sloane greets Fjordson as Sydney fumbles with the hand brake on her spy ropey thing. It's panic time, because Sloane and Fjordson are making their way to the balcony. Vaughn conveniently intervenes and trips up a waiter, giving Syd the two seconds she needs to fix her shit. Syd swings over the wall just as Sloane and Fjordson walk out onto the balcony.
As Syd starts cutting through a window, Sloane puts the squeeze on Fjordson, showing him the disgusting pictures of his daughter interacting with some suckling pigs and several wayward Beanie BabiesÔ. Sloane wants the camera and he wants it now. Judging by the expression on Fjordson's face, the pictures are bad enough to provide Sloane with anything he wants. They exit the balcony and make their way down to Fjordson's lab.
Vaughn clues Sydney in on the whereabouts of Sloane and Fjordson as Sydney performs more super-cool spy tricks and enters the lab. Her hair is SERIOUSLY funky. I like the black, but the flip is driving me crazy. She looks like the little Dutch Girl or something. Anyway, she grabs the camera and starts to get the hell out of there, but just then the elevator arrives. There's nowhere for her to run! What's a girl to do?
Well, if you're Sydney, you haul your bony ass up into a crevice and hover over Sloane and Fjordson as they go to enter the lab. And if you're Sloane and Fjordson, you don't even notice the pale girl with the bad wig all dressed in black pressed up against an all-white wall. In fact, you don't even turn your head. You just stare straight ahead and wonder how it is that the muscles of your neck even work.
Syd makes it out with nary a scratch, and Fjordson's trying to explain to Sloane that he has no idea where his fancy-schmancy camera has gotten to. Sloane's not buying it, so he has one of his henchman shoot Fjordson in the leg and tells him to think about it. "Where could it be?" he asks calmly. Looks like Uncle Arvin's having a lot of fun with this whole "Member of the Alliance" role.