The guards take the spies to a large manufacturing area. There is a huge printing press hard at work printing money. The special paper stolen from Specialty Paper is being loaded, as the girls go by.
In the next area is a fairly large vat. The girls surmise this is their destination. A guard hits a button on a portable crane, moving it over the electric tram. The girls are attached to the crane, under the shoulder blades, via rope. They dangle very uncomfortably by their armpits as the crane positions them over the vat. Myster chimes in over the intercom.
"All in position? Good!"
Sam speaks up, "Ok, Myster! We know you are counterfeiting money! What's your game?"
"Seeing you won't be around much longer, I'll tell you! I plan to flood the US monetary supply with phony money, always exchanging it for good money! Soon the government will have to pull back all bills, to clean out the phony bills. Of course, I will be in the possession of nothing but real currency! Everyone will lose some money in the deal, except me! I will control the US economy and will become fabulously rich!"
"And you'll get away with this because……"
"Who is going to stop me? Who will have the resources to stop me? Even the government will have to come to ME for cash! And, of course, I will use shell corporations to keep my identity hidden! My plan is foolproof!
"As is my plan for your demise! You have probably gotten a slight burning sensation in your nostrils, hanging over that vat. That's the vat of acid we use to create our engraving plates! It should dissolve you three in a matter of minutes!"
"But how can you change the quantities of delivered paper in the computers?" asks Alex. The gals want to keep asking questions. The guards did not take away their laser lipsticks, and they need a bit more time to cut their cuffs. Myster, like most egomaniacal criminals, can't pass up a chance to explain how 'brilliant' he and his plans are!
"Quite simple, really," responds Myster. "I am a computer genius! It was mere child's play to hack into the computers of the paper company, trucking company, and Mint and change the quantities so they agree. Because no human being intervenes, everyone trusts the computers! I just make the computers tell the companies what I want them to know, thereby covering my tracks! No hard copy is available to refute the computer! All corporations want to be 'paperless'. Thanks to that, I can get away with this!"
"How do you get the inks to shift?" asks Clover, as she is almost done cutting through her cuffs.
"Simple. I observed the process development at the Mint! I just copied it!"
"But your inks smear a little!" replies Alex, as she also is almost done cutting through her cuffs.
"Unfortunately, the ink company used by the Mint has not embraced 'paperless', much to the government's and my consternation. I am unable to use them. They still rely on hard copy data, so I can't easily manipulate their documents! But that will change soon! The government is using 'paperless' as a criteria for future contracts! So the ink manufacturer will either have to step in line, or lose the contract next year!"
"How do you create the hologram?" asks Sam. She has already finished cutting her restraints, as have the rest of the spies. But she wants closure of all items.
"Again, I observed the process development at the Mint and I copied it!
"Now if there are no further questions, it's time to go!" The crane starts to lower the spies, but they swing the lanyard until it is past the lip of the vat! They then jump down on the guards!
"GUARDS! STOP THEM!" screams Myster.
But the gals have room to maneuver this time! Sam is using side kicks and hand stand swing kicks to take the guards down. Clover is using front kicks and jump kicks, and Alex is using roundhouse kicks and hard karate chops! Soon all the guards are unconscious. The gals make a beeline to the printing press – the workers scatter, but are easily subdued by the spies.
"How do we stop this thing?" asks Clover.
"Leave it to me!" says Sam, as she attaches a glass hose to the discharge faucet of the acid vat. Taking the hose over to the printing press, she sprays the press inside and out with the acid. Within minutes the machine is a metallic blob!
"Now for Myster!" she says as the three gals go running down the tunnel to Myster's study. Alex kicks open the door and the three gals run to Myster's chair and swing it around so they can finally see their adversary's face. But they are in for a major surprise! The chair is empty save for a mannequin arm in a dress shirt sleeve and sport coat sleeve. "What the…..?" says Sam.
Soon they hear the laugh of Myster.
"Did you three really think I was in that study? I'm much smarter than that! Not even the workers or the guards have ever seen me!" The gals trace the voice to a speaker in the chair.
"Then why did they so blindly obey you?" asks Alex.
"Greed! Obviously if I got rich, so did they! But you've foiled my plan this time! I'm sure we'll meet again, girls! Until then, au revoir!" and the room starts to rumble.
"Quick! Get out of here! Now!" yells Sam. The three spies run out of the room, but it's all of the tunnels that are shaking! They are collapsing! The gals quickly run to the tunnel Alex dug and just get in as all the tunnels collapse! Luckily the guards and workers recovered from their thrashing to escape the collapse as well! Myster has destroyed all the evidence that could implicate him!
Slowly the girls start to crawl out of the tunnel.
Closing in on the surface, Sam says under her breath, "Yes, Myster! We will meet again! And we'll open a big can of butt WOOHP on you next time!"
At the surface, they are greeted by a very concerned Jerry. Having not heard from them, Jerry traced their whereabouts by the homing beacon in their hair barrettes.
"Ladies, are you all right?" he asks with obvious concern. He heard the tunnels collapsing and feared that the gals were trapped below.
"Yes, Jerry, we are. I wish we could have gotten Myster!" says Sam.
"Who's Myster?" asks Jerry.
"He's the mastermind behind the whole operation," says Alex as she, Clover and Sam fill Jerry in on the plot.
"I see," says Jerry. "I think we'd better talk with the paper company, truckline, and Mints concerning their 'paperless' records. It appears they do need some in hard copy to protect themselves in the future!"
WOOHP does talk to the various organizations. They re-institute paper-backed counts and faxing of verification information. This plot won't work in the future.