[jazzy music]
- ♪ Timmy's still an average kid ♪
♪ That no one understands
♪ Chloe's his new neighbor ♪
♪ And she's ruining all his plans ♪
- Ahh!
- ♪ 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!
[swinging music]
♪ ♪
- Okay, class, finish turning in
your community service reports.
Oh, Bobby, I see you donated a kidney.
Show off!
- Ow.
- Ooh! Mr. Crocker!
For my community service project, I--
- Don't care!
Skipping ahead to the fun part
where I get to fail Turner!
- I did my community service.
I bought myself a video game.
I'm part of the community, and I did myself a service.
- You never disappoint to disappoint, Turner.
But I'm not gonna give you an F.
I'm gonna give you three Fs!
'Cause I find it funny you're failing!
Ha! - Ah!
Ow! - Timmy!
I've been live-streaming
all of this on Fairy-Scope.
Keep failing-- you're starting to trend.
- Knock it off, Cosmo. Wait, I'm trending?
- Let's move on to a topic I'm excited about:
my mother's leaving town! [laughing]
I give myself an F, for "Freedom"!
[fanfare]
Anyhoo, occasionally the government calls Mother in
to interrogate spies and get them to spill the beans.
Ironically, she does that by serving them her beans.
Ever have 'em? You'd spill yours too!
[bell ringing]
- Uh, Mr. Crocker? The bell rang.
- Yes, but I'm not finished with my rant.
With mother gone, my cat Girlfriend and I
are really gonna let our hair down.
Well, I will. Girlfriend's hairless.
[cat meowing]
Now that I think about it,
I don't have that much hair either.
But fingers crossed, a Chinese man
gave me a potion!
[gong ringing] Huzzah!
[footsteps]
Note to self: being boring empties rooms.
I can use that next time Mother has her biker friends over.
[swinging music]
[humming]
Isn't this fun? [cat meowing]
- Well, I've got my interrogation beans
and I'm ready to leave.
Denzel, why are you skipping?
- Well, it's certainly not because
I'm delighted to see you go.
- Will you be okay without me?
- Hmm, let me put it this way:
every step you take towards that door
adds years to my life!
- You can do anything you want while I'm gone.
Except have fun.
Also, you're strictly forbidden
from inviting your robot and baby friend over.
- You mean Foop and Dark Laser?
You make them sound weird, Mother.
They're my besties.
- They're a bad influence, Denzel.
They're more like worsties!
- You're the worsty, Mother!
[cat meowing]
Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
On second thought, do! - Gah!
I spilled the beans!
[cat meowing] - It's okay, Girlfriend.
We don't need Dark Laser and Foop.
We can cut loose on our own.
[clock ticking]
[snoring] Mother...
Wow, that was the opposite of cutting loose.
We need help letting our hair down.
[cat meowing] Relax.
You've got to give Dr. Chang's potion time to work.
In the meantime, who do we know
who actually has hair to let down?
- [laughing]
- Turner!
- I didn't do it. I'm not even here.
This is all in your imagination. Don't call the police.
- Relax, Turner. I'm not here to punish you.
I'm here to make a deal with you that will benefit us both.
- Really? Well, maybe I am here then.
- Then I guess we're here too!
And we're trending again!
- We have more viewers than the monkey
riding backwards on a pig.
- Ooh, I like that video.
The monkey wears a funny hat!
I'm having fun already, and I don't even have hair yet.
Turner, you really know how to walk that fine line
between fun and life behind bars.
So I need you to help Girlfriend and me
get from here to "Fun" through this crooked maze
of disappointment and lost opportunity.
- One problem: I don't care about either of you.
So tell me, what's in it for me?
- Helping me will be your community service project,
for which I will give you a B.
If I give you an A, the school board
will know the fix is in.
- Ooh! - Ah!
- Speaking of community service...
- [hissing] - I never got the chance
to tell you what I did for mine.
I actually did two projects.
- You can make it three by taking me to the hospital,
because I think you just gave me a heart attack.
- I volunteered at the cat shelter
and at Second Chance Seniors: a halfway house
for the delinquent elderly.
They were bad to their brittle bones until I got there.
- [grunts] Still don't care!
- Okay, for a B, I'll teach you how to have fun.
- Ooh, you know what's fun? Being true to yourself.
- Get rid of the girl and I'll give you a B+.
- Anyway, you're new to fun, so let's start
with something easy: throwing a party.
- Oh, I had a party once.
No, wait. That wasn't me.
- I can see I'm really gonna have to earn that B.
Step one: pick up the phone and invite some guests.
- Most people have me on call block,
but I'll give it a shot.
Principal Waxelplax?
Come to my party or else!
- [whining] - Oh, you're coming all right!
I will hunt you down, woman!
Sleep with one eye open!
[grunts] She's a maybe. [cat meowing]
- Ooh, if you're having a party for you and Girlfriend,
then I have the perfect guests.
[cat meowing]
[jazzy music]
- [sighs] No hair yet. [sniffs]
But we smell like kung pao chicken.
That's something. [doorbell ringing]
What's that strange sound?
- That's your doorbell, Mr. Crocker.
You have guests. - Ah!
What do I do? Should I hide?
- They're party guests. Answer the door.
[chaotic overlapping chatter] - Ah!
- I'm so glad the shelter cats
and Second Chance Seniors were free tonight.
Taking them on an outing gets me bonus community service points.
Okay, everyone, remember:
cats, don't claw the furniture.
[meowing]
And Second Chance Seniors,
don't steal the furniture.
- Whoa, looks like a zombie movie with cats.
- Ah! - [laughing]
This is the greatest party I've ever been to.
Actually, it's the only party I've ever been to.
Except once, when I was lost in the woods
and there was a search party.
But it turned out they were looking for someone else.
Mother never even called the police.
She was too busy flirting
with her personal trainer, Big Danny.
- Psst. Mr. Crocker. Wrap it up. - Almost done.
I hate Big Danny!
- Mr. Crocker, ask someone to dance.
[upbeat music]
- [clears throat] Hey Mittens,
how about you spit out that mouse
and take a spin on the dance floor?
[cat screeching] Gah!
[laughing]
I have hair! Now I'm dancing on air!
- Wow, what a rager. And I don't mean the party.
I mean that Second Chance Senior raging at the lamp.
- No reason to sass me, lady.
I just asked you to dance.
- This party is totally trending on Fairy-Scope.
Luckily, it's such a freak show
that no one would want to crash it.
both: Party crashers!
- Ooh! [sniffs]
I smell kung pao chicken and old people.
Or is that my cologne? - Meow-wee, honey.
What a purr-fect costume party.
This is how cats talk. - No, it isn't.
It's hard to beat the theme:
shelter cats and Second Chance Seniors.
Check me out: I'm a granny on the lam.
That's why I'm riding a lamb!
- We're going viral.
- [laughing]
[dramatic music]
- Space is dull.
Look at how bored Flipsie looks.
- He's not bored.
He's a stupid toy and his switch is off!
[beeps] [barking]
- There's the Flipsie I love. [laughing]
- Check out this party on Fairy-Scope.
This guy's dressed as a Second Chance Senior
on the lam, and he's riding a lamb!
- Ah! My housecoat is riding up.
- "On the lam." On the lamb.
Clever. - I don't get it.
- He took a figure of speech and made it literal.
Wait a minute, that's Crocker.
He has hair, and he's having a party without us.
[gasps] He has a whole secret life.
That stings.
- I can handle it, but Flipsie's devastated.
Look at him.
- We could write Denzel a snarky comment on Fairy-Scope.
- Or we could annihilate him.
- Yes! Let's go with your thing!
- So this is what happens at parties when you don't hide.
You earned that B, Turner.
[dramatic music]
♪
- [evil laughter]
- Uh, I'm gonna need a guarantee on that B.
No backsies, even if you were,
let's say, uh,
permanently disfigured?
- This party animal with a glorious mane
is gonna say "Yes."
[suspenseful music]
[both screaming]
- Sorry we're late...
to annihilate you!
- [hissing]
Ah! [cat meowing]
- We're supposed to be besties.
How could you not invite us to your party?
I can take the rejection,
but Flipsie's gonna need grief counseling.
[crying] [dog barking]
- I'm sorry, I take full responsibility
for not inviting you, but it was all Mommy's fault!
Uh... my mind's going blank.
Does anyone else smell beans?
[dramatic music]
- Guys, give him a break.
Take in the picture: he's a weird old man
with a hump dancing with a cat.
And this is the best day of his life!
- It is! You might as well take me out
now, because it's never gonna get better than this.
- Wow, this whole thing just got sad.
- Maybe instead of destroying you, Denzel,
we'll just join the party and destroy...
the dance floor with our smooth moves.
[festive music]
- Huzzah!
My hair's like a mood ring.
Join the conga line, boys.
♪
I feel so free!
I'm Crockin' the house, baby!
[sniffs] Ah! Ah! I smell beans!
- Denzel. - Mother. You're home early.
- Yes, my beans cracked a double agent
before I even cracked open the pot.
And you disobeyed me.
- I'm sorry, Mother.
Sorry I didn't do this a long time ago.
I'm through hiding when the doorbell rings.
Unless it's carolers. They freak me out.
No one's that happy!
Except for baby chicks. They seem genuinely happy.
Of course, it could be an act.
What I'm trying to say is, I'm a big boy
and I'll do what I want.
Let's party on!
[desolate Western music]
- You cleared the room, dear.
But you're right: you are a big boy now,
and I'm actually glad to see you so happy.
- Really? You're not gonna make me eat beans?
- No, but I would like the last dance.
- Hmm. I'll take the beans!
[cat meowing]
- Everyone, single file onto the bus.
And don't break a hip.
- After-party on the Death Cruiser!
[cheering]
[swinging music]
- I'm gonna get in a lot of trouble for this.
- Who cares? I got a B!
- I'm on the lamb!
[cat meowing] - Beans!
♪