Agent Cody Banks 2: Destination London Page #2

Anyway, listen.

Your mission cover

will involve you...

attending

a summer music academy.

More school?

Just once in my life...

I'd like a mission that

doesn't involve homework.

Wait. Did you say music?

It's a good thing

you play the clarinet.

Yeah. Wait!

I don't play the clarinet.

Your file says you were in

the school band for three years.

I faked playing

the clarinet to meet girls.

You joined the marching band

to meet girls?

Yeah.

Well, you faked it

for three years.

You can handle it

for another couple of weeks.

You'll be part of an

international youth orchestra.

An international

youth orchestra?

Where?

London

Destination London

London

Destination London

Secret agent

on a deadly mission

Girls are in town

And he doesn't wanna miss 'em

London, London

The dog's on the run

Lurking undercover

He'll get the job done

London

What the heck do you

think you're doing?

Hey, man.

It's called the double-bluff.

No way in the world

somebody's gonna think...

a kid like you

works for the ClA.

You're fourteen!

I'm sixteen!

Well, act your age and loosen up

a little bit, all right, man?

Who are you?

Derek Bowman. I'm your handler.

OK. Double cheeseburger,

hold the pickle...

easy on the mustard,

no mayo, ayo, ayo.

Are you kidding?

Come on, just say the code.

Chicken sandwich

with everything...

a-ling, a-ling, a-ling.

Thank you, but

I don't need a handler.

Hey, I don't need a white

Mini-me, but here we are.

Cody Banks.

Voila.

All right. Here we go.

State of the art field unit.

Designed it myself.

Gucci interior,

plasma flatscreen...

DVD, surround sound...

G.P.S., wireless ethernet.

Check it out.

And riding shotgun,

my right-hand man Kumar.

All right, Mr. Banks?

He is a bit young,

isn't he, sir?

And to top it off--

I got the baddest system

in all of London.

Turn it down!

Oh! It's half past two.

What?

Of course, every time

you turn that on...

you risk blowing your cover...

and putting yourself

and all your men in danger.

You know what

your problem is, Banks?

You're too darned old, man.

Act like a kid.

That's why they recruited you.

And besides,

it's more fun anyway.

That's the Concorde right there.

There it is, over there.

There's

the Houses of Parliament.

That's Big Ben.

Check this out.

You don't have anyone

checking up on you?

Nope.

So, basically,

you just roam around London...

as completely free agents?

That's right.

Sounds to me like you've

been dropped off the map.

All right, look, man.

I screwed up

on another mission...

and they sent me to

this little backwater...

to teach me

a lesson, all right?

Here, what are you calling

a little backwater?

Stick with me, Bowman.

I might be able

to get you back home.

Check it out.

"G7 world leaders summit to be

held at Buckingham Palace"?

What does this have to do--

Next page.

"Lord Duncan Kenworth

to expand Research Program."

File the kid up, Kumar.

Your entry target

is Lord Duncan Kenworth...

brilliant scientist,

and greedy as a rat.

You think Diaz and this Kenworth

dude are working together?

One of the only scientists

able to make...

the mind control software work:

Lord Kenworth.

I'll bet that Diaz

is already in London...

and it's no coincidence

that he's here...

the same week as

all these world leaders.

You put these two

zip-a-dee-doo-dahs together...

and we have a nightmare

waiting to happen.

Mind control is reality,

and God help us all.

Kenworth's married to

Lady Josephine Kenworth...

who runs

a summer music program...

at the Westminster

Music Academy.

You'll be staying

with eleven other...

international musical geniuses

at their posh estate.

Musical geniuses?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

I don't mean to throw

a wrench into things here...

but we may have a problem.

Hey, your problem

is our problem, man.

What's up?

I don't really

play the clarinet.

But that's not

a big deal, right?

Man, those musical geeks,

they're gonna eat you alive.

No pressure.

Get your tickets here!

What are we doing here?

I got somebody

I want you to meet.

Follow me.

All aboard the Ripper Ride!

Don't be scared, Cody.

All aboard the Ripper Ride!

Hey, you get in the back, Kumar.

OK, Guv.

You sure this thing can

take your weight, Bowman?

All aboard the Ripper Ride.

This place is like Disneyworld,

except for serial killers.

Hey, check it out.

Jack the Ripper? Please.

Freddy Krueger, now that's

what I call a killer.

We're going in there.

Are we on a mission here

or a vacation?

Hey, look here.

All work and no play

makes Jack a very dull boy.

My name's Cody, not Jack.

Aw, Cool.

Oh, no, it's

perfectly all right.

Not to worry,

it was broken already.

Well, I'm afraid

not quite to that extent.

Cody Banks, Neville Trubshaw.

How ya doin'?

He works here.

Actually, it's just a front.

He's one of us.

Hey, Nev, got a goodie bag

for my man here?

Well, let me see.

I think I have a few items

could prove useful.

Mentos?

Yes. A minty-based

breath snack candy...

which doubles as

a small explosive device.

Just lick, stick...

It'll do the trick.

Unfortunately, if you

accidentally eat one...

you'll be sipping

your dinner through a straw...

at the very least.

Pay attention, Banks.

What's that?

It's a standard issue

travel bag?

Or is it?

Oh, cool!

Recognize this?

We've turned your retainer into

a personal listening device...

with acute

directional capabilities.

Now, you manipulate

the range, volume...

and intensity

using your tongue.

Good. It seems to be working.

Well, I never.

It's a normal ballpoint pen.

Except I've embedded

a high-tension microcable...

within its body.

So simply pop

the highly recognizable...

designer logo, aim, and--

Fire.

Exactly.

No, No. I mean fire.

Pretty colors! Pretty colors!

Right.

Clarinet.

I already have a clarinet.

This is your new

clarinet then, isn't it?

Kumar's gonna take you

to the Kenworth estate, OK?

So I guess this is good-bye.

A little hot still.

It's OK. Don't worry.

You're not gonna be able

to get rid of me that easy.

I'll be around.

Agent Banks?

Don't forget your yo-yo.

How come I get

a retainer and a clarinet...

and James Bond

gets an Aston Martin?

All in good time,

Double-0 Junior.

Carry on, my little doves.

Hey, Cody, don't forget

your clarinet.

Good luck, mate.

Thanks.

Our American protg

has finally arrived.

Cody Banks, I presume.

Welcome to England.

Trival?

Oh, do hurry up, Trival.

We've got company.

I would've picked you up

from the airport myself...

but I forgot.

I took some cold

medicine an hour ago...

and I'm completely pickled.

May I take

your bags, young sir?

Oh. Oh, sure.

Thank you, sir.

No, Trival. This way.

Of course, ma'am.

How silly of me.

Inside to the house. Inside.

Now I'm sure you're

just dying to meet...

the rest of the students.

Just dying.

Inside to the house. Inside.

Darling, meet our new arrival.

Charmed, I'm sure.

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