[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!
[rock music]
♪ ♪
[electronic music plays]
- Come on, come on!
- Timmy!
- Aw, I was one plunge away from being top clog dog!
- I have a great idea for our Save the Ocean science project!
- We have a Save the Ocean science project?
- Yes!
But instead of just picking up trash on the beach
like everybody else,
we get Cosmo and Wanda to poof us into the ocean
and clean it from the inside out!
- So we drown?
That's one way to get out of the project.
- No, we poof ourselves
into the coolest sea creatures of all time!
- Razor-tooth flounder?
- Mermaids!
- Okay, first of all, no.
And second of all, I don't want to clean the ocean.
It's bad enough that I have to clean
Cosmo and Wanda's fish bowl.
- Yeah, you're doing a bang-up job there, Timmy.
Timmy? Are you out there?
I can't see you through the fast food wrappers
and rusted-out car.
- We live in a toilet!
- Oh, Timmy!
Good news!
I found the abandoned mine shaft
where your mother hid my beloved bongos!
It's bongo time!
- Drop and cover!
There's gonna be a bongo-quake!
[both scream]
[cracks knuckles]
- What's happening?
We can't see in here!
- Well, at least I don't have to clean the fishbowl.
- Bongos are my jam!
- Aaah!
[dramatic music]
[car alarm blares]
all: Bongo-quake!
- People said it couldn't be done,
but after 37 years of emergency room visits,
I've finally balanced a perfect archway
of 16-pound bowling balls!
At last, the world will respect me!
Press record, Mother!
- What's your password?
- Curse you, Mother!
- That's not very nice, Denzel.
- No, that's my password!
- Big finish!
- Gah!
[grunts]
[bongos banging]
- This tickles and hurts at the same time!
Ow! [giggles] Ow! [giggles]
- My bones are in different places!
- Aaah!
- Show's over, honey!
- You're not the boss of me, weird clown!
- I'm sorry, but you are forbidden
from ever playing the bongos in this house again.
Or anywhere people have ears.
- Ee! But they love me in Bongoladesh!
- Bongoladesh isn't a real place, Dad.
You made it up!
- What matters is that my family is taking away
the only thing I love!
You're mean! I'm running away! [wails]
- See you at dinner, Dad.
- No you won't!
Wait, what are we having? Doesn't matter, I'm leaving!
Unless it's spare ribs. Call me if it's spare ribs!
Running away again!
Don't forget to call! Beef! Not pork!
[door closes]
- Okay, so that happened.
It's time to poof into mermaids!
- No way. Never.
Not gonna happen.
- Wish granted!
[harp glissando]
- [gasps] This is the best!
I'm a mermaid!
- This is the worst!
I'm a mermaid!
Cosmo, poof me back!
- You got it, Tina!
- Timmy!
- Uh oh.
I shorted out our wands.
Maybe being an electric eel wasn't the best choice.
- When have you ever made the best choice?
And what kind of weird fish did you make me?
- You're a puffer fish, Wanda.
Whenever you get startled, you inflate like a freaky balloon!
- [shrieks]
- Like that.
- Okay, let's just pick up the stupid ocean junk
and get this over with
so I can get out of this bikini top.
- But Timmy, you look so cute!
- Cute? He's a knock-out!
♪ ♪
- Hey, my whoopee cushion collection!
My parents said these were stolen by novelty store bandits!
[horns blare]
- Aaah! Mer-people!
They're my merpeeps!
- Greetings, newcomers.
I am Neptuna, King of Atlantis,
and I commend your attempts to clean our home.
You are truly eco-warriors.
- Aaah! I'm a mermaid and an ecowarrior!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I'm Chloe and this is Timmy.
- Timmy?
That's a strange name for such a beautiful mermaid.
- I'm a dude, dude!
- Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Tina.
- Aaah! - Aaah!
- But alas, your efforts to save our world
are akin to rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic.
Which is right over there
if you're interested in checking it out.
- But Your Royalness,
why would cleaning up the ocean ever be a waste of time?
[bongo drum beat]
Huh?
[all screaming]
- Because we are doomed.
We've been invaded by a horrible sea monster.
As you can see, the monster's roar
is disrupting the whales' sonar
and making it impossible for schools of little fish
to concentrate on reading, writing and fish-matick.
- I volunteer us!
We'll save you from the sea monster!
- And by "we" she means her.
- You can stay behind, beautiful Tina.
Perhaps you can spend a little one-on-one time
with my lonely son, Gary.
Can you believe he doesn't have a girlfriend?
- [laughs]
You're purdy.
- Well, I'm off to battle that sea monster!
- I'll wait for you.
[mysterious music]
♪ ♪
- Oh, boy.
Hanging with lonely Gary is starting to look
pretty good right now.
- I still can't believe I'm a mermaid
and an eco-warrior!
My life could end right now and I'd be happy.
[bongo drum beat]
- Ah!
Sounds like there's a decent chance of that happening.
[both gasp]
- I'm scared, Wanda. Hold me!
- Aaah! I want to be an eel!
Aah!
Waah! Whoa!
♪ ♪
- Aaah! The sea monster is my dad!
- Ooh! Fish fans!
Welcome to my undersea man cave, bongo lovers!
According to the weird clown at my house,
I'm allowed to play here because fish don't have ears!
- We're not fish. We're mer-people!
- Eh, fish-tato, fish-tahto.
You want to hear "Bongo With the Flow"
or "Wake Me Up Before You Bong-gogo?"
- You can't play the bongos!
You're destroying the ocean!
- All I heard was "play!"
- With my eco-warriors on the case,
I can sit back, relax, and sip some scalding hot soup.
[bongo beat]
[screams]
[whale wails]
[all gasp]
[coughing]
- Destroying the ocean is one thing,
but spilling my soup is the last straw!
We must defeat the sea monster.
Underwater army, attack!
[blows horn]
♪ ♪
We've been over this.
Pick up the pace, sea snails!
[rendition of "William Tell Overture"]
- Stop playing!
- But I'm coming up to my big solo!
- The whole thing is a solo!
You're playing alone!
- Eee! More adoring fans!
They love me so much they're bringing me giant forks!
- Sea monster, you will now pay for destroying our world
with your sonic weapon.
- Aaah! - Aaah!
- Hmmm, I'm sensing some tension.
How about if I lighten up the mood
with my rendition of "And Bongo Was His Name-O?"
[plays bongos]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- Sea monster, the dreadful sounds you make
will hereby cease forever!
- Are you calling my bongo playing dreadful?
You're mean!
I'm running away! Guess not!
Why do clowns and fish and things with ears hate me?
- Don't worry.
That won't be a problem much longer.
You're about to be digested by that clam.
- Okay, that makes me feel a little bit better.
No wait, what?
- Timmy, I feel terrible!
We're gonna get a bad grade on our science project,
and your dad's being eaten by a clam!
I don't know what's worse!
- I'll tell you what's worse!
Being eaten by a clam!
Although, I could end up being the world's biggest pearl.
So that's a thing!
[all gasp]
[all scream]
- Chloe, I have an idea.
Let's never do a school project together again.
Also, I know how to save my dad and plug the oil leak!
All we have to do is--
- Get him to play the bongos so loud
that he causes a rock slide that plugs the leak?
- Yes! Why don't you ever let me say the plans?
Sea monster, I know you have more bongos on you!
- Maybe.
- You got to play your heart out!
- Oh, sure.
After you insulted me, now you want me to play.
Wow, this clam could use a breath mint!
- What would it take to get you to play, Mr. Sea Monster?
- He wants his own trailer.
And somebody else's trailer.
- And a little Chihuahua he can carry in a purse.
And the purse.
And a lactose intolerant cheese plate.
- Real cheese makes me toot!
- How about we just clap for you?
- That sounds great!
[bongo beat]
♪ ♪
[clam spits]
♪ ♪
- He needs to play louder!
- We're on it!
Cosmo!
- Aaah!
Ooh! I've gone electric!
Sorry, fans of acoustic folk bongo!
♪ ♪
[all cheering]
Thank you, Atlantis!
Good night!
- The sea monster has saved us!
- Hey, the whole thing was my idea!
- Well, then, Tina, you shall be rewarded.
- Yes! What do I get?
- Gary's hand in marriage.
- I like to cuddle.
- Ugh, thank you, Atlantis!
Good night!
- I'll wait for you.
- People said it couldn't be done,
especially with a crushed pelvis!
But I have balanced a perfect archway
of slippery sharp 74-pound anvils!
Press record, Mother!
- Ooh, let's put on some mood music, first.
I found this CD buried
in an abandoned mine shaft.
- It's bongo time!
[bongo beat]
- Gah! Mother! Pelvis! Gah!
Eh, am I famous yet?
[lively music]
['60s spy-style music]