Agent Cody Banks Page #2

Her father's throwing a party.

The first step is to get invited

to that party.

And be careful. This is not secret agent

little league any more.

This is the show, Mr. Banks,

and this is showtime.

If you can't handle it,

you just tell me now.

You can count on me.

Attention. Rocket launch test.

I know it's tempting

but don't touch anything.

Four, three,

two, one.

Mr. Banks, come see me, son.

I've prepared a number of dope items

which I think you're gonna be down with.

This item here is equipped

with a virtual telephoto lens,

low-penetration X-ray.

Give me that!

This is your cell phone.

It's a state-of-the-art

mobile command center

with a holographic audiovisual display

and a personal GPS transceiver.

Now, this is a CIA

get-out-of- trouble watch.

See this silver button?

Be very careful

with this little silver button

cos it'll make people go...

Wait, what was that?

Wait, one more time.

I don't even wanna know.

All right, let's wrap this up.

Five thousand dollars cash.

What for?

I think they buy things with it.

I don't know. I believe.

OK, that's it.

Thanks for coming.

Wait. I think we're forgetting something.

- I'm not.

- What about those wheels?

No, Cody, that's on a need-to-drive

basis. You don't need to drive.

I need to impress the girls.

So we got you fixed up. Look at this.

This thing is really full of surprises.

- Fine.

- I think you're gonna impress the girls.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

You're transferring to a prep school?

Yeah, I got a full scholarship

to Donovan Prep Academy.

A scholarship? Hold on.

I don't understand. When did you apply?

Did I sign something?

Yeah, a few months ago.

It's always been my dream to go there.

It has? But what about your friends?

- I'll make new ones.

- With all those spoiled brats?

And why would they want you?

Diversity. At least five per cent

of the students have to be normal.

I don't know about this.

I wanna make something very clear,

I am not agreeing to anything until I meet

an administrator from that school.

Mr. Banks.

Ronica Miles from the William Donovan

Preparatory Academy.

I'm an administrator from the school.

Agent Banks.

I heard you really closed the deal

with Amy.

- You should try gummi bears.

- How do you know about that?

- Everybody knows.

- She thinks I'm a loser.

Amy, I...

I'm in high school.

Cody is a wonderful student with

extraordinary math and science abilities.

- What is it exactly that you do?

- Dean of admissions.

Donovan Academy feels he isn't being

challenged in his current environment.

Do you have some kind of paperwork?

Of course.

You guys ready for the test?

- Nervous?

- No.

Got your schedule?

"Honors English, trig, chemistry"?

I don't need all of this.

I could just meet her between classes.

You will attend every class as instructed.

You might even learn something.

This isn't what I had in mind

when I signed on to the CIA.

Well, I didn't think

I'd be chaperoning teenagers.

You know, maybe you should try decaf.

It's my job to make sure you do your job.

If you screw up, I take the heat.

So I guess she grows on you. Right?

No.

Admission papers, hat.

Hat? What hat?

Seattle Seahawks,

they're her favorite football team.

You know, it's an icebreaker.

A conversation starter.

Look! That guy has a bird on his head.

- Guys!

- No, it looks good.

I'm not wearing this, I look like an idiot.

There's two minutes till first period,

you don't wanna be tardy.

What if she doesn't like me?

What's not to like?

Sorry.

Target acquired.

New kid.

You're the scholarship case

from the other side of town, right?

Pleased to meet you.

My name's Cody. Banks.

Banks? We got something

in common, Cody.

My dad owns banks.

- Very funny. I gotta go.

- Not so fast.

Check it out.

- Come on, give it back.

- What are you gonna do about it?

If you're gonna keep my watch,

promise me you won't touch

that silver button.

- That silver button?

- Yeah, don't touch it.

I told you not to touch it.

Are those books?

I love books. I gotta read all day.

Love 'em.

Great. Then you're in the right place.

I especially love TS Eliot.

- You do?

- I think she's amazing.

The way she captures the female

perspective is just so female-like.

It's great.

TS Eliot is a man.

If you wanna get technical, of course,

but you never know these days.

Do you by any chance happen to be

in special ed?

I love horses.

I think...

their hair thing is really cool.

What a freak.

...two and divide by x minus two

and we'll end up with...

Natalie Connors. Way out of your league.

...point 4968. Any questions?

Driver's Ed.

- Oh, my God. Are you gonna go?

- Yeah, it's gonna be great.

- Uh-oh, here comes horse guy.

- Good luck.

Hey. You got Driver's Ed too?

What's the deal?

You're in every one of my classes.

I guess great minds think alike.

Great, we've got Mr. Yip.

He doesn't pass anybody.

Look, if you don't pass,

I'm sure your dad can drive you around.

It's because of my dad

that I need a license.

- So you can drive him around?

- No, so I can drive me around.

- Why, is he busy with something?

- Yeah.

He's always doing

some kind of experiment.

- Like a scientific experiment?

- Yeah, he's a scientist.

- Cool! With microscopes?

- You're getting weird again.

Good afternoon, children.

Driving is a privilege, not a right.

I'd be delighted to instruct you

in operation of motor vehicle.

But, I have a larger responsibility

to protect society at large

from the idiots

and the drug-addled delinquents

who call themselves...

the youth of today.

Today!

You name Miss Connors?

Yeah? You first!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Look left, look right!

You didn't turn on your blinks!

Are you dyslexic?

This is your left, that is your right.

No, no, no, no!

Get out of the driver's seat!

OK, I...

One grandma.

Multiple cones, three curbs.

- Who can drive with you screaming?

- You fail. Fail! Fail!

- No, I need to get my license.

- Next!

Damn, the floor mat isn't straight.

- All ready.

- Good.

What are you doing now?

What are you doing now?

Stop the car! Stop the car right now!

- Did I pass?

- Nat, are you OK?

Oh, my God, he almost rolled over.

- Come on.

- Actually, I don't feel so good.

He totally could have killed you.

Just stay away from her.

Are you OK?

You! I will personally go to DMV.

You will not receive a driver's license!

Never!

- Mr. Yip.

- What?

We'd like to have a word about

Mr. Banks' driver's license.

Immigrations paper OK!

My fellow agents.

- Good luck.

- Good luck.

- He's dead.

- So dead.

Hey, Cody.

- How did it go today?

- Great.

I've got her eating out of my hand.

Fantastic.

So, she invited you to the party?

No, but the vibes are right.

- Have you asked her out yet?

- Not yet. But don't rush me.

The clock's ticking. What about tonight?

It's a school night. I got homework.

- What's the problem?

- Nothing, but Natalie's a brain.

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