[jazzy music]
- * Timmy's still an average kid *
* That no one understands
* Chloe's his new neighbor *
* And she's ruining all his plans *
- Aah!
- * All the wishes
* In the world
* So why should he care?
* Jorgen has reported there's a fairy shortage *
* So Timmy has to share
* His OddParents, fairly OddParents *
- More than one? - This should be fun!
- * OddParents, fairly OddParents *
* Feather suit, nature boots, laser shooting, rescue *
- World peace, kale treats,
bunny feet, real neat!
- What? No! Leave me alone!
My fairies! Get your own!
- * OddParents, fairly OddParents *
* Timmy, beware, you'll have to share *
* Your fairly OddParents
- Yeah, right!
[whimsical music]
*
[school bell rings]
- Time for school.
And with my awesome, high-tech Timmy suit,
I can goof off in Mr. Crocker's class
and look like the perfect student.
- Sport, wouldn't it be smarter
just to listen and actually learn something?
[laughter]
- Oh, please, Wanda.
Timmy's way too cool to be smart.
Worm!
[beeps]
- Timmy suit running system check.
Standard school responses. Good morning, Mr. Crocker.
Mississippi. M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I.
A potato bug has 12 eyes.
[beeps]
- Yes! A "Catman" marathon.
Now I can watch TV while my suit does all the work.
- Ooh, Timmy's robot ear is a perfect place to build a nest.
- Cosmo, you hit the awkward grade school dance button!
- [grunting]
[screaming]
- Wow, this went bad fast.
- Good morning, Mr. Crocker.
- Well it was, but it's ruined now because you're here, Turner.
- A potato bug has 12 eyes. Cabbage patch.
Shopping cart. Hokey Pokey.
- I don't have time for your nutsy dance fever
right now, Turner. Because...
Live from Dimmsdale, it's "The Denzel Crocker Show!"
Featuring Mother's band, The Never Satisfied Five.
- You could have been a doctor.
- And you could have been a lot more patient.
Get it? Doctor, patient.
That's talk show humor.
Anyhoo, it's time to introduce a brand new student.
She's brilliant, motivated,
and won the Nobel Prize for niceness.
In other words, she's the polar opposite of Timmy Turner.
- M-I-S-S-I-S-S -I-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P
- Right on cue, Turner.
Please give it up for the new gal.
- Thank you, Mr. Crocker,
but I think the crown's a little over the top.
- Oh, nothing's too good for the little lass who saved the world
from a horrifying monster created by radiation.
Roll the clip, Mother.
[screaming]
- [roaring]
[roars]
Man.
You took the pain away.
- All you need now is a hug.
It's okay, Mr. Radiation Monster.
I accept you for who you are:
a foul-smelling thing that crawled out of the bay
to destroy our city.
- [sobs]
You really get me.
[cries]
- Without further ado, I give you the perfect human,
Chloe Carmichael.
- Hi, everyone. That was just some stuff I did. No big deal.
I'll just take my seat now.
- Don't sit too close to Turner.
His astounding lameness may rub off on you.
- [yelps]
- Oxygen level dropping.
- Timmy suit, worst idea ever.
- Eject. Eject.
- Aah, it's the ultimate nightmare scenario.
Turner's multiplying.
- Okay, nothing to see here. Moving on.
- I'm sorry, Mr. President.
I'm in class and I can't talk right now.
Oh, don't cry. I'll call you during nutrition break.
- I have to say, that Chloe is pretty impressive.
- Yeah, she's pretty sharp.
Speaking of sharp, my point's a little dull.
[sharpener runs] [screams]
- Chloe's making the rest of us look like losers.
I am not a fan, and believe me, no one else is either.
- Mr. Crocker, I just checked the school calendar
and it's a parent-teacher conference day,
so we shouldn't even really be here.
[cheering]
- Class dismissed. This is fantastic. I hate school.
all: We love Chloe! We love Chloe!
- Hey, everyone.
You want to come over to my house
and see my exotic animals I rescued from poachers?
I've got lemon squares and gift certificates for everybody.
[cheering]
- Oh, let 'em go. Who cares?
'Cause I've still got something Chloe doesn't have--
my fairies.
- You got that right, Timmy.
See ya later. Gift certificates are my jam.
Especially the ones for jam.
- Oh, I'll stay with you, Sport.
- No way, Wanda. You're good for an extra gift certificate.
- I brought you an apple, Mr. Crocker.
- Aah! Apples hurt.
Finally, I'm home.
A place where I don't have to hear about
how everyone loves Chloe.
- Oooh, I love Chloe! I love Chloe!
- You gotta be kidding. How do you even know her?
- She gave me a stock tip and now I'm filthy rich.
- Give me a break, Dad.
- Call me Filthy.
- Hi, Timmy. Hi, Filthy.
[harp plays]
- Mom? - Are you crazy, Timmy?
This beautiful woman is not your mother.
- It is me, dear.
Chloe gave me a gift certificate for a makeover.
Do you like my new look?
- Yes, I do. But don't tell my wife.
- I am your wife.
- Be gone, you evil temptress. You're giving me the tingles.
- Aw, this day cannot get any worse.
[cheering]
[screams]
- Hey, Timmy, good news. Chloe is our new neighbor.
- Yay, Chloe has a dog with a pocket!
- I'm feeding a peacock!
- Hi, Timmy.
- Ah, this girl is ruining my life!
Stupid door.
- You seem a little tense, Sport. You know what might help?
One of Chloe's delicious lemon squares.
- Oh, why thanks, Wanda.
[grunts]
I never wanna hear
that girl's name again.
- Oh, you mean Chloe?
The wonderful girl who gave me a gift certificate
for my new phone?
Selfie! Duck lips!
- Whatever. I still have one thing she doesn't.
And it's the best thing ever.
Fairies that are all mine.
- Surprise, Timmy Turner.
Your fairies are no longer all yours.
all: What?
- Seriously, what? I wasn't listening.
- Due to overwhelming demand and fairies taking on
better-paying jobs in the fancy candle industry,
there is a fairy god parent shortage.
So now, Turner, you have to share your fairies
with another fairy god kid.
- I have to sh--sh--shoo--
- Spit it out, boy. The word is "share."
- I'm freaking out here!
Just tell me who I have to sh--sh--my fairies with.
- She's super smart, well-behaved,
and won the Nobel Prize for niceness.
- No, no.
- She speaks twelve languages, including Dolphin.
- [dolphin sounds]
[ chatters]
- It's Chloe!
- Nooooo!
- Noooooo!
We're out of lemon squares!
- Nooooo!
[screaming continues]
[panting]
[bell dings]
- Wow, Timmy. That was a 47-hour scream.
You broke your record for fruitless panic.
- I'm not done. I just stopped to take a breath.
[inhales]
Nooo--unh!
- Get a grip, Turner.
- Don't tell Timmy,
but I'm secretly excited about being Chloe's fairy.
- I am Timmy!
And I don't get it. Everything about Chloe is perfect.
Why does she even need fairies?
- There's a reason for everything, Turner.
Except for fanny packs.
Just have the guts to carry a man purse.
Anyway, becoming a fairy god kid can come as quite a shock.
We had better break the news to Chloe gently.
[lilting piccolo music]
*
- [gasps]
- Surprise, you've got fairies!
- Aah, stranger danger!
- Ooh, I like this girl. She's got spunk.
And the heel of her foot on my windpipe.
- Okay, this is a dream, right?
But if it is a dream, you wouldn't know,
because you'd just be part of the dream.
And I'd be talking to my imagination.
Which is crazy. Am I crazy?
Or am I dreaming I'm crazy?
- Uh, nope, you're crazy. We're out of here.
Come on, guys.
- You are not dreaming, small spunky girl.
I am Jorgen Von Strangle, head fairy of Fairy World,
here to present you with your very own fairy god parents
to grant you your every wish.
Chloe, meet Wanda and Cosmo.
- I'm Wanda. - I'm Wanda.
Aw, I practiced that, too.
- Whoa, wait. I have fairy god parents?
Excuse me, I need a moment alone.
Yeeeesssss!
Sorry, I went a little cray-cray there, but I'm good now.
One thing. It feels unfair that I have two fairies.
Shouldn't I share them?
- Oh, come on!
- You are sharing them with Turner.
And technically you don't have two fairies.
It's more like a fairy and a half.
- Ooh, I'm the half. Right, Wanda?
- Yes, you are, sweetie. - I knew it!
- You kids figure out how to divvy up your fairies.
I'm off to the hospital to get my windpipe replaced.
- So, Chloe, are you ready to make your first wish?
- First, I just want to say
I'm so excited to meet you guys, and--
- Time's up. My turn!
I wish I was as far away from Chloe as possible.
[growling]
- Where are we?
- Center of the Earth, Timmy.
Realm of the hideous mole people.
It's as far from Chloe as possible.
- It's what you wished for, Timmy.
You're welcome.
Selfie with the mole people!
Duck lips!
Wanda, take another one of me
with the bleached bones of those who came before us.
[growling]
Quick, Wanda, get a shot of me and Timmy
as they drag him to the boiling pot.
- [screaming]
Back! Back! Bad mole.
- Here's the evil mole people seasoning Timmy
with a garlic-coriander rub.
And here's my Spanish omelette from yesterday.
- Thanks a lot, guys.
I was almost enslaved by human-rodent hybrids.
- Oh, you think you've got problems.
I blinked in my bleached bones selfie.
- Anyway, I think I know how to handle this sh--sh--shooing.
Chloe, just pick the day when you want the fairies.
- Super! I'll take Friday because there's no homework.
Although, sometimes I do extra credit.
I don't know what I like better,
making wishes or doing extra credit.
Ooh, I just don't know!
- Stop it! Stop it! You called Fridays!
Cosmo, Wanda, I wish there were no such thing as Fridays!
- [cackling]
Timmy Turner! Happy The Day Formerly Known as Friday!
Once again, your careless wishes have set into motion
a chain of events that will result
in the ultimate destruction of Earth!
Evil laugh! Cackle guffaw!
Oh, hello, little girl! We are unacquainted as of yet.
Here, take my card.
- "Foop. Enemy of Fairy World.
"Bringer of woe. Harbinger of doom.
Lose weight. Ask me how."
Oh, excuse me, Mr. Foop?
You spelled "doom" wrong.
- Oh, thank you for pointing that out.
I'll show my gratitude by making sure
you experience a particularly painful death.
Sorry, I'm a little cranky. Got a new tooth coming in.
[cackling]
[screaming]
- How did my one little no-Friday wish
make all this terrible stuff happen?
- Oh, sweet, naive, simple-minded Timmy.
Don't you get it? 'Cause, I don't get it. Wanda?
- Every Friday, the big wand in Fairy World gets recharged
and its power protects Dimmsdale from the anti-fairies.
Now that Fridays don't exist, the wand hasn't been charged.
- You lost me at "every." End of the world selfie!
OMG! Smiley face emoticon.
- [cackles]
All of you, prepare to meet your doom.
And feel the wrath of my baba!
It's filled with chocolate milk...
heated to a million degrees!
[screaming]
- Wanda, Cosmo, you still have some magic left in your wands?
- I've got two bars, Timmy.
But I think I should save them for an emergency.
- I wish Fridays existed again.
- [cackles]
[screaming]
both: Aaah!
- First of all,
let it be Friday again.
all : Yay! TGIF!
- Secondly, Turner,
you need to accept the fact that you're sharing your fairies,
or you can re-visit your little furry friends.
[growling]
- [screams]
Okay, fine, I'll do the thing I can't say.
But I want something to replace my fairies
when they're with Chloe.
I wish for a fairy-bot that will do all the stuff
I don't want to do.
- Boy, that's a whole lot of stuff.
- Just do it!
- Hello, Timmy Turner. I am Fairy-bot.
Would you like me to gently brush your hair?
- What? No, ew. Definitely not.
- Let's go.
Time for your bath.
- Uh, guys?
- Aw, I feel sorry for Timmy. It's so hard for him to share.
I guess sharing's hard for everybody.
[gasps] Ooh, that's a good idea for my first wish.
Ready, guys?
both: Ready, Chloe.
- I wish everyone in Dimmsdale
would share everything.
- Aw, that's lovely, Chloe.
A wish that will make the world a better place.
- [whining]
- Huh, I just got the urge to share my chainsaw.
- Thanks.
[both laugh maniacally]
- Okay, Fairy-bot. I'm clean already.
It's snack time. Give me some pizza.
- Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction.
- [screams]
- This is Chet Ubetcha with breaking news.
As if by magic, suddenly everyone in Dimmsdale
is sharing everything.
In other news, this scary man in a hockey mask
wants to share my desk.
Which is okay by me!
- Oh, Timmy.
That foxy she-devil that lives with us now
shared her beauty tips with me.
- And he shared his money.
- Don't tell my wife.
Ooh, I'm so pretty.
I'm giving me the tingles!
- Huh, I've seen my dad in a dress before,
but I've never seen him sh--sh--sh his money.
And I suddenly have the urge to give away all my video games.
Wait! I feel like sh--sh--shooing.
What's happening? Cosmo! Wanda!
Did Chloe make some kind of crazy, goody-two-shoes wish?
- She made a perfectly lovely wish
that everyone would share everything.
- Oh, that can't end well.
[screaming]
- Thanks for sharing your car, Mrs. and Mrs. Turner.
In return, I'd like to share Mother!
I've been blessed with the gift of giving.
- Oh, Denzel.
- [laughs]
- Oh, boy. Chloe really blew it with this wish.
- Preach it, Timmy.
'Cause you never made a wish that went horribly wrong.
- Bath time!
[screaming]
[grunting]
- Enough is enough! I unwish Chloe's wish.
- You can't, Sport.
It's against the rules for a fairy god kid
to unwish another fairy god kid's wish.
- Chloe! Unwish your nut job wish!
- That's a little judgy. It was a good wish.
Everyone's just in sort of a transitional period
while they adjust to the idea of being, you know,
a little less selfish.
[truck beeps]
Hey, that's my house!
That weirdo is stealing my house.
Okay, I admit it. It was a nut job wish.
I should have done a little more thinking before I made it.
- Take it from me, thinking doesn't solve anything.
- Amen, brother.
- Just unwish your wish. - Okay.
Wanda, and Cosmo, I wish everything was back
to the way it was before I made my wish.
- I think I'll share this fire hydrant.
We don't have one on our block.
[screaming]
[growling]
- People of the daylight, prepare to share your bounty!
And your bleached bones!
[screaming]
- Oh, no. It's happening again.
I try to do something good and I end up making a big mess.
- What are you talking about? You're Little Miss Perfect.
- Not exactly, Sport.
Roll the clip.
- It's okay, Mr. Radiation Monster.
I accept you for who you are:
a foul-smelling thing that crawled out of the bay
to destroy our city.
- [sobbing]
You really get me.
And now that my foot is healed, I can destroy the city.
Roar, man!
- See? I try too hard to fix things
and I end up annoying people, destroying cities,
and then no one wants to be my friend.
- Oh, come on. That's not true.
- Really? Do you want to be my friend?
- Uh, sure.
- That's not what you told me, Timmy. Roll the clip.
- I will never be Chloe's friend.
- [humming]
- I was talking about a different Chloe.
Uh, Chloe Van...notyouwitz.
Anyway, sorry I hurt your feelings.
And I understand why you have fairies now.
Your life isn't so perfect after all.
- [laughs] I can be kind of a train wreck.
You know, sometimes I just want to be a regular, average kid.
Maybe then people would understand me.
- Well, I am just an average kid that no one understands.
[growling] [all scream]
- Help! - Gotcha.
- Wow, Timmy. You saved me. That was so brave.
- Well, I am kind of a hero. Nothing scares me.
- I brought you an apple, Mr. Crocker.
- Aah, I'm scared!
- Ooh, ohh, I'm coming, Timmy.
Boy, that's a long way down.
I better energize myself with a healthy snack.
Ooh, kale's a super food.
- Still falling!
Aah!
[weeping]
- Don't cry, Timmy. I've got you.
- I'm not crying. Someone must be peeling an onion down here.
- Come on, Timmy. Hop on my back and I'll rappel us back up.
[screaming]
[growling]
Cosmo! Wanda!
To reiterate, I wish everything was back to the way it was
before I made my wish.
[growling]
- We went too far back!
- My bad. You really gotta spell things out with me.
Remember, I'm the half.
- Okay, here's the deal.
I wish everything was back to the way it was
just before I made my wish.
- Oh, Timmy!
Good news. This foxy siren is actually your mother.
I know! I didn't believe it either.
- Really, Dad? How'd you figure it out?
- I made him lunch.
- And it was so uniquely terrible
that I knew it had to be her.
Oh, I'm so happy she's back.
[sobbing]
Oh, my mascara's running. I'm a piping hot mess.
- You know what? I think I'm officially done with wishes.
You can have your fairies back, Timmy.
- Don't tell Timmy, but I'm secretly disappointed.
- I am Timmy.
And there's no reason to be disappointed.
Because of your wish, Chloe, I had a pretty exciting day.
And from now on I'm actually going to sh--sh--share
my fairies with you.
- Really?
Excuse me, I need a moment alone.
Yeeessss!
Okay, I'm good now. [giggles]
Timmy, we could be BFFs.
We can hang out, do homework, community service!
Ooh, community service really gets me jazzed.
- Okay, tap the brakes a little, Chloe.
- BFF selfie. Duck lips!
- Photo bomb. Quack!
Hey, who bought this fancy candle?
[upbeat jazz music]
*
- * Billionfold! - Inc.
- Frederator!