[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!
[upbeat music]
*
- Well, it's the big day.
- You don't have to tell me.
The newest release of my favorite game
just came out, "Hillbilly Road Rage."
Yee-haw!
Hillbillies are awesome.
They park on the lawn,
never have to brush their teeth,
and they can take their own cousins to the school dance.
- But I'm talking about a romantic day
that only comes once a year.
- Ah, Tuesday?
- That comes once a week.
- Oh. Wednesday?
- It's our anniversary, Cosmo!
You forget every year.
- Oh, Timmy,
your little friend Chloe's here.
- Tell her I'm busy building an outhouse.
Get 'er done.
- [guffawing]
- Timmy, you know our family motto.
- "Blame Dinkleberg"?
- Yes,
and, "Never turn away the girl
who gave me the stock tip that made me filthy rich."
I love being rich,
but I'm not blowing my money on dumb things.
I'm sinking it into being a crime-fighting superhero
with a jet pack and a very expensive helper monkey
named Chaz.
No, that's not helping, Chaz!
- Well, I'm off to the fairy mall
to buy presents for that--
hint, hint-- special day.
- You mean Tuesday?
- Hey, Timmy, I have an hour of unstructured time.
Want to go clean the ocean with me?
- Playing my game here.
- [guffawing]
- The bearded lady in your game gave me an idea.
I'll whittle Wanda something for our anniversary.
[concentrated grunting]
[cat ringtone chimes]
- Ugh, it's Catman.
He's been bugging me all morning.
- Timmy, it's Catman.
I have a feline favor to ask,
but enemies of justice might be listening,
so we'll need to talk in secret cat code.
Meow-- hiss, hiss--
[gags]
That wasn't code.
It was a fur ball.
- Just spit it out, Catman.
- If you mean the fur ball, already taken care of.
Anyway, it's my 50th anniversary as a superhero,
and I'm throwing a big gala event.
- Can't come-- playing my game now.
- Timmy, that wasn't very nice.
That sweet old man in the animal suit
invited you to his party, and you should go.
- He's a crazy actor who played Catman on TV
and he thinks he's a real superhero.
He's nuts and dangerous,
which is also the title of a TV show
he keeps pitching me.
He wants me to play Nuts.
- Well, so what if he's crazy, Timmy?
I'm kind to my uncle, and he dresses like a nurse
and yells at buses.
I wish you'd be nice and go to Catman's party.
- Wish granted!
both: Wait, what?
[triumphant fanfare]
- Timmy, it's Catman's party!
- Yay!
- Ooh, this is gonna be fun--
or super weird.
- Surrender, tiny red dot!
You're a disease and Catman is the cure.
- And it just got weirder.
- Timmy, you're here.
Now it's the purr-fect party.
- Yeah, not really much of a party, Catman.
- Well, I tried to order a bunch of party stuff,
but apparently you have to pay for it.
Who knew?
- Everyone who's not crazy?
- Hi, Mr. Catman.
I am honored to attend your 50th anniversary gala.
- Wait-- could it be...
Catgirl?
- Uh, no, I'm Chloe Carmichael.
- Clever, using a secret identity,
but you can't fool this crafty cat.
You haven't changed a bit.
[cat meows]
- I see the resemblance, but--
- I still have your cat costume.
It may be a little stretched out.
I wore it on laundry day.
- Oh, boy, I am-- oh, dear.
- I know.
I'm speechless too,
except for these words that I'm saying right now.
Thank you, Timmy,
for this joyful reunion with my beloved sidekick.
- I'm loving it too.
[shutter clicks]
- Catgirl, it's time for us to fight crime again.
To the Catcave!
- To the what now?
Ah! - Oops.
We landed on my catapult. - Ahh!
- I'm almost done with my anniversary present, Timmy.
I'm whittling Wanda a simple little heart with our initials.
Ta-da!
- Wow, Cosmo, that's amazing.
- No, it's totally wrong and super creepy.
It's four severed heads on some rocks.
- Citizen Timmy,
Catgirl and I are lodged in a trash chute.
- Help. - Good luck, Catgirl.
Way to be nice.
Poof us home, Cosmo.
- Oh, no.
This is my worst fear.
It's the work of a supervillain
called the Whittler.
He's obviously kidnapped Timmy
and left this whittling behind as a clue.
We're gonna find Timmy Turner
if we have to scour every filthy,
crime-infested back alley from Dimmsdale
to Cat-man Do.
- But I have school on Monday.
- To the Catmobile!
- Ahh!
[horn honks]
[exciting music]
- Ooh.
Are you superheroes, too,
or just crazy people dressed like cats?
- Superheroes.
- Crazy people.
- I'm Catman.
This is my faithful feline friend, Catgirl.
- Help.
- Ooh, I'm Filthy Rich Man.
When I see a problem, I throw money at it.
- Morning, Turner. Nice underpants--
- Dinkleberg is a problem!
- I dig your shtick, Filthy Rich Man.
You should join us on our mission
to rescue Timmy Turner from the Whittler.
- Timmy Turner--
Timmy Turner--
why does that name sound so familiar?
- Everyone, hop on the Catmobile and hold on tight.
Turbines to speed.
[horn honks]
[exciting music]
- Okay, I think I've got it this time.
A simple heart with Wanda's and my initials on it--
Oh, no!
I've accidentally whittled a weird little man
whittling a weird little man.
This is garbage.
- Ow!
I got hit with a statue of a weird little man
whittling a weird little man.
Weird! - The Whittler strikes again.
He's whittled a whittling
of the Whittler whittling the Whittler whittling
the Whittler.
- I don't know what the hoobamajeebers
is going on down there and I don't want to find out.
Poof us out of here, Cosmo.
- Holy hair balls!
Do my cat eyes deceive me or did Timmy Turner
just magically poof away?
- Uh-oh.
Um, there's no such thing as poofing away,
and there is certainly no such thing as magic.
- I happen to know a superhero who's an expert on magic.
It's time to summon the Falcon.
- Oh, these ballroom dancing lessons keep me limber.
I have to stay in shape on the off chance
that a real woman loses a bet and I get a date.
[deep whistle]
The call-- turns out I do have a date--
a date with destiny.
The Falcon rises!
Gah, my back!
[exciting music]
- This is the Falcon's lair.
He'll swoop in soon.
[monkey chattering]
Really, Chaz, chili cheese fries again?
I'm not getting in the car with you.
- Help.
- The Falcon enters.
The Falcon sits.
- Oh, Mr. Falcon,
we're after a villain named the Whittler.
He kidnapped my son,
Tommy something.
- The Whittler left this clue.
It's the Whittler whittling the Whittler whittling.
- Hmm.
This whittling Whittler has wings.
He's a fairy!
The Falcon is on it.
This is my Fairy Sucker-Upper.
The name is a work in progress.
Before the Falcon returns to his nest or,
in this case, his orthopedic bed,
that fairy will be mine!
- Oh, no.
Cosmo.
- I don't know who Cosmo is,
but I share an equal sense of alarm
about those chili cheese fries.
[exciting music]
[phone ringing]
- Timmy, something terrible is about to happen.
- Of course it is.
You're with Catman. See ya.
- I think I got it this time, Timmy.
A simple little heart-- gah!
It's a working diorama of the 1965 World's Fair!
I failed again.
[grunts]
- Ah!
- Chili cheese fries--
oh, the humanity!
- Aha--according to my Fairy Sucker-Upper,
we're getting close.
- Yes!
I got rabies from a possum.
I won!
This is the best day ever.
both: Ahh!
- Surrender, Whittler.
You've whittled your last whittling
of a whittler whittling a whittler.
- Stand back.
Fairy in the hole!
- Ahh!
Timmy, help!
Ahh!
- Oops, I have tripped on my cape.
- [grunting]
Mother!
all: Ahh!
- Happy anniversary, Cosmo.
- Oh, Wanda,
I tried so hard to make you something special and romantic,
but all I could come up with was this.
- Aw, you made this yourself?
- Mm-hmm.
Just me, my knife,
and a devastating explosion
that nearly killed Timmy, Chloe,
three grown men in their underpants,
and a gassy monkey.
- Well, whatever it took you to get there, it's lovely.
I got you something sentimental too.
They're pinky rings.
When you put them together,
they make a heart.
- Oh, that's so sweet.
Mm--
I hope she got a gift receipt.
- Looking good, Catgirl.
Bet you wish you'd listened to me
and never went to Catman's party.
- No, I still think I did the right thing
by being nice to a lonely old man,
despite the nightmares I'll have for weeks--maybe forever.
- Catgirl,
together we saved Timmy and thwarted the Whittler.
Today was the bestest.
I wish we could fight crime together every day.
- Oh, that's so sweet.
I wish that too.
- Wish granted!
- Wait, what?
- Criminals of Dimmsdale, beware.
You don't stand a chance
against the Fearsome Foursome featuring Chaz.
- Ah!
Not helping, Chaz.
[horn honks]
all: Ahh!
[upbeat music]
*
- Timmy,
why did you wish to visit the evil chicken people?
The word "evil" is right in their name.
- What did you want me to do, my homework?
Ha!
- Ta-da!
Who wants an evil omelet?
Ahh!
[panting]
- Oh, Timmy--
both: Ahh!
- Oh.
Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Chicken,
I thought this was my son Timmy's room.
- Uh, Dad, it's me and Chloe.
- Wait, who and Chloe?
Timmy-- oh, I need help.
Get the therapy puppet.
[sobbing]
- [groans]
Okay, Dad, I'm here for you.
- Do the voice!
- [high-pitched voice] Let's talk about feelings.
- Oh, puppet, I thought being filthy rich
would buy me respect,
but all it bought me was this $20,000 velvet tracksuit
and a blinged-out hovercraft.
- Hey, Turner,
you parked your hovercraft on my lawn.
- It's not on your lawn.
It's above your lawn!
It's a hovercraft, you stooge.
It hovers, stooge!
- You know, Mr. Turner, maybe you'd get more respect
if you were a little less of a, um,
J-E-R-K?
- Uh--jork?
Do jorks get respect?
Got to think--other than jorks, who gets respect?
- Doctors, teachers, humanitarians--
- Cage fighters, Sasquatch, time cops--
- I've got it!
I'll be mayor,
'cause everyone respects politicians.
- Ooh, you're going to be mayor?
Then I get to be First Lady.
- Oh, I don't think so.
When I'm mayor, I'll have my pick of women.
You can be in there somewhere.
I mean, vote for me!
I'm running for mayor, Timmy.
Time me!
- My poor dad is such a jork.
He's never gonna get elected mayor.
- You know, technically,
he doesn't have to get elected.
We could wish for him to be mayor.
- And I wouldn't have to do the puppet again,
so I'm in.
Cosmo, Wanda-- I wish my dad was mayor.
- I won!
- Chet Ubetcha at the mayor's mansion with breaking news--
Timmy's dad has magically been elected mayor.
- Ooh, now I have respect.
Do I also get flowers and a tiara?
- You're mayor.
You can get whatever you want.
Now that you're suddenly not mayor, Mayor,
what are your plans?
- Now I'm going to pursue my real dream
of turning my goat, Chompy,
into a hip-hop recording star.
Give 'em a taste, Chompy.
[Chompy bleats]
He's got mad skills, yo.
- Look, it's the mayor's kid.
[clamoring]
- [laughs]
- And his smarter friend.
all: Yay!
- So, Mayor Timmy's Dad,
what are your goals now that you're in office?
- First, I'm gonna put a $10,000 bounty on Dinkleberg.
Second, I just upped the bounty to 20,000,
and now policemen must wear bunny suits.
Instead of coppers, they'll be hoppers.
See what I did there?
Vote for me!
- What are you going to do
about the crumbling Dimmsdale dam?
- Not my problem!
- Ahh!
Oh--
- Congratulations, Mrs. Mayor.
- Ooh!
As Mrs. Mayor, I decree that,
whenever you see me, you have to say "awooga"
and make wolf whistles.
- But my wife will throw me out. - Not my problem.
all: Awooga!
- And, as the mayor's son,
I declare that the school day be shortened to five minutes,
and that five minutes is recess.
Booyah!
- But there'll be no time to learn anything.
- Not my problem.
[laughing]
- Have a good day.
- Hey, it's the kid
who shortened the school day to five minutes.
all: Mayor's kid! Mayor's kid!
- Ooh, my favorite student--
- Hi, Mr. Crocker.
- No, not you, Blondie--
the mayor's kid!
His father controls the town budget
and therefore my salary.
Anyhoo, you got an "A" on your book report, Turner.
- But I didn't do it.
- I did it for you.
It was your best work ever.
- Things are going great.
I'm getting straight As
and everyone follows me around and takes my picture.
[shutters clicking]
[school bell rings]
- Day's over--whoopee!
I hate kids!
- It's time to pass some laws.
Are you with me, yes men?
all: Yes.
- I hereby decree that all streets in Dimmsdale
will be named Dad Highway,
'cause it's Dad's way or the highway.
See what I did there?
all: Yes.
- Also, I'll cut daily commute times
by making all traffic lights permanently green.
Is that crazy?
all: Yes.
- Not my problem.
- Bye, Chloe. Bye, paparazzi.
I said bye.
No more pictures!
Ahh!
Boy, when I wished for my dad to be mayor,
I really didn't see this whole paparazzi thing coming.
- Yeah, just like Dinkleberg didn't see Mr. Crocker
and his mother coming.
- No one makes a field snare like you, Mother.
Now cut him down.
We'll split the 20 grand
and go our separate ways.
- What do you say we get back
into our regular routine, sport?
You know, where we roll our eyes
while you make irresponsible wishes?
- Awesome idea!
I wish I were a sumo wrestler.
[gong rings]
- I'm wearing a diaper!
It's so practical.
both: Ahh!
- Cosmo, Wanda, why'd you turn back into fish?
I need your magic.
[shutters clicking]
Ahh!
- "Mayor's kid goes cuckoo,
dresses in diapers, and yells at fish."
That's the first and last time
I'll ever say that sentence.
- Everyone thinks I'm crazy,
and, worse yet, people saw my butt.
[horns honking]
- Ah!
- Timmy,
your dad's green light law is wreaking havoc.
- Not my problem.
My problem is that people saw my butt.
- Well, someone's got to do something.
Cosmo, Wanda,
I wish I could help the copper hoppers
direct traffic.
Pedestrians have the right of way!
- Ahh!
- I need to get somewhere
the paparazzi can't find us.
Poof me to the middle of nowhere.
- Here we are, Timmy, in nowhere.
Population: one.
Make that none.
- I'd make your wish quick, sport.
People don't survive long in this kind of heat.
- Oh, now that you mention it, I am kind of hot.
Can you guys poof me up some water?
- You got it, Timmy. Ta-da!
- Cosmo, I am not drinking out of a toilet.
- Why not? Dogs do it all the time.
- Do I look like a dog to you?
[shutters clicking]
- "Mayor's kid a total nut job--
yells at toilet in underpants."
- Boy, Timmy, you have really lost it.
You might need the puppet.
- I just need to clear my head
and get away from this whole nightmare.
- [laughs]
Hardy-har-har-har.
And that concludes tonight's segment of
"The Mayor's Kid's a Kook,"
featuring Dimmsdale's own local loony, Timmy Turner.
- Yay, Timmy!
You're famous.
- Oh, people saw my butt again.
When will the madness end?
- Well, you know, sport,
you can always un-wish your mayor wish.
- I can't do that to my dad.
Being mayor makes him so happy.
- They caught Dinkleberg!
Oh, I'm so happy!
- [laughing]
both: Ahh!
- Huh?
Ah!
- Ah!
both: Ahh!
[toilet flushes]
- I can't believe I'm saying this,
but as long as my dad's mayor,
it's not safe for you guys to be around me.
- What are you saying, sport?
- I have no choice.
Cosmo, Wanda,
I have to give you up.
You guys'll be okay.
You can live with Chloe.
- Well, her room is cleaner.
- Oh, sport--
- Let's be strong, guys.
No one cry.
[all wailing]
- Hey!
- Ah!
clang!
Oh, sorry, Dad, I lost it.
- It's okay, Timmy.
I watched "The Mayor's Kid's a Kook,"
and I heard your tearful good-bye to your fish
and then you pretending to be your fish
and answering yourself.
Cuckoo, cuckoo.
Anyway, Son, I love being mayor,
but I can't stand seeing you this sad,
so I'm gonna resign.
Also, I'm sick of seeing pictures of your butt.
- [laughs]
This is awesome.
Now that my dad's not mayor,
I wish the paparazzi were gone.
[triumphant fanfare]
[horn honking]
- This is Chet Ubetcha with breaking news.
Timmy's dad has resigned as mayor.
Everything is back to normal,
and by normal, I mean we have a mayor
who lives with a goat that's an international rap star.
[Chompy bleats]
- Chompy won a People's Goat Award.
[munching]
- I'm still glad we wished for your dad to be mayor.
- People saw my butt!
- Oh, Timmy,
I found a new way to get respect--
being a good dad--
also by being a test subject
for a new hair growth formula.
It's called Crazy Hair.
[glugging]
Help, my hair is crazy!
Ahh!
- Ow!
- I'm okay.
Your mom broke my fall.
- Not my problem.