Agent Cody Banks
Morning.
Dad, we have to discuss my allowance -
I need a raise.
Alex, buying your girlfriend more
gummi bears won't close the deal.
Like you'd know.
But Mom, Cody's almost 16
and I've had twice as many dates as him.
Sitting in a tree house
isn't exactly a date.
- It is when you're playing doctor.
- Bye!
You smell good. Did you shave?
- Don't forget your chores.
- I'll do them later.
Cody, those guinea pigs have been
sitting in excrement for days.
Alex, you play with them more than I do -
I'll mow the lawn three times.
No way. Just cos I'm ten doesn't mean
I don't know what excrement means.
We're eating here.
Sweetie, Mommy will be right back.
My baby! My baby's in that car!
Somebody stop that car!
Unlock the door!
Hey, kid! Get out the way!
Next time, please stick with a tricycle.
Sweetie, it's OK.
- What happened?
- Some kid stopped it.
Dr. Connors, we've given you
a great deal of money.
We expect results.
If you gentlemen would step this way,
please? Gather round.
Imagine we're somewhere in Alaska
and an oil tanker runs aground.
What do we get?
An oil spill, one of the most serious
threats to nature.
A calamity that could take generations
for sea life to recover.
But wait-what's this?
Look who's coming.
The nanobots.
Lovely.
Baby seals everywhere
will praise your name, Doctor.
So, is that real oil, Connors?
Oh, yeah.
Here's a sample.
You can test it if you want.
Can they be programmed
to eat anything other than oil?
Theoretically they could break down
any silicon- Or carbon-based compound.
- You have ten days.
- What?
- That's impossible.
- He said you have ten days.
We have our own agenda, Doctor.
- That's impossible.
- Goodbye, Dr. Connors.
He still has no idea
what we hope to achieve.
Let's keep it that way, Franois.
- I told you no ice. Here.
- I'm sorry, sir.
You never know how long
it's been in the freezer,
could be filled with all kind of crap.
This is Dr. Albert Connors.
The world's foremost expert in
nanotechnology-microscopic robots.
These robots could be programmed
to destroy our most vital communication
and military infrastructure.
I'm talking missile guidance systems,
boats, tanks,
planes, biological and...
We get the point. Before we lost contact,
Agent Bolivar confirmed that Connors
is working with E.R.I.S.
This is probably my last transmission.
I think they're onto me.
Don't send any more agents -
everyone has been compromised.
I'd better transmit images now.
This is yesterday
at the E.R.I.S. covert conference
where Dr. Connors demonstrated
his latest advancements.
And this is Dr. Brinkman, head of E.R.I.S.
And this, Franois Molay, his henchman.
As far as I understand it, they plan...
We need to know what they're planning.
The problem is,
Connors is very reclusive.
After his wife died two years ago, Connors
dropped out of public view.
His only contact with the outside world is
through his daughter Natalie.
I wanna get close to this girl.
McAllister,
brief the staff
on the Agent Development Program.
Under the guise of an elite summer camp,
we began to recruit.
Welcome to
the Agent Development Program.
Since 1987, and under strict secrecy,
the CIA has recruited juvenile agents
the nation over.
As soon as we received word that
a potential candidate had been spotted,
we brought them into our facilities
under the guise of summer camps.
Their parents had no idea
of their real activities.
They were expertly trained
in combat, defense,
navigation and, of course,
explosives defusion.
Our juvenile agents
are stationed all over the nation.
They meticulously maintain
the facades of normal childhoods
as they await their call for duty.
Wait, wait, wait.
You're telling me we're training
children to become agents?
Teenagers.
Look, let's be clear about this -
this may be our last best chance.
These kids operate alone?
No, that would be irresponsible.
One of our most impressive agents. Lives
not far from Natalie Connors.
Smart, resourceful,
and, according to my reports,
he's quite a lady-killer.
Do you...?
Hi, Cody.
Are you in special ed?
Hi, Cody!
Do you think, Amy, that...
Friday night we...
Cody, I need to study,
so why don't you go jump off a cliff
or something?
Cody Banks.
You want him?
She wants Cody.
Quiet! Or you'll all be in trouble.
- You, come with me.
- Why?
Hey, I wanna be in trouble.
Since you're on the business
of taking towels, take mine too.
Could you hold this, please? Thank you.
I really hate it...
when people talk back.
Thank you. Let's go.
Who are you? What did I do?
Mary had a little lamb,
Peter Piper picked a peck
of pickled peppers.
Bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish.
How many pieces do you wish?
This is what happens when you design
a code book at summer camp!
So I'm being called up?
My country needs me?
- Yep.
- Where are we going?
The Middle East? Russia? China?
Downtown Seattle.
I'm in! My first mission!
Didn't think it would happen this soon?
Plus, I didn't think my partner was...
Let's get one thing straight,
I am not your partner.
I'm your handler.
Like in the zoo.
You will speak only when spoken to,
you will follow orders without question.
If you're lucky, you might...
How did you get in here?
There's no school tour today.
I'm not on a school tour. I'm an agent.
I just came from basketball practice,
I left my ID in my other clothes.
- I'm with Ronica Miles.
- You wish!
Here he is.
Sir, I've apprehended a trespasser.
It was a bit of a struggle.
- What's your name?
- Rosychuk.
Come here, Rosychuk.
You know, you've just apprehended
the most important kid in America!
Mr. Banks, this way, this way.
What was he thinking?
You got agent written all over you.
It's in the eyes.
You got it, kid. Come on.
Welcome to the CIA.
So you like the Sonics? What about
front-row seats for the play-offs?
We've prepared a briefing
to explain nanobots to you.
Yeah, I know them.
Tiny weapons, giant potential.
Micro-devices built up of compounds
of polymer cobalt and gold,
or constructed with multiple fullerene
complexes called buckysomes,
universal assemblers
that can bond circuits,
with the most impressive tests
having been conducted
at Sweden's Lintzerpein University.
I guess we can move on.
Let's turn to Natalie Connors.
Natalie Connors, 15 years old.
Hair blonde, eyes brown.
Likes horses-preferably Arabians -
pistachio ice cream, turquoise jewelry,
and TS Eliot.
Learn everything you can about
this girl. I want you to get close to her.
That's my mission?
I have to get close to her?
Yes. Insinuate yourself into her life.
It is imperative you find out what
her father and E.R.I.S. are planning.
We'll help.
We've placed you in all of her classes.
All of them? Isn't that a little creepy?
Creepy?
We're the CIA, that's what we do. Right?
You want me to become her boyfriend?
It's simple. Natalie has a birthday soon.
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