[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!
[jazzy music]
♪
- I can't believe I have to organize the garage.
- [coughing]
How come I never get to be the broom?
- Because the broom is the boy at the wedding, silly.
- Why do I even open my mouth?
- Ooh! I found my old gravity boots!
Why don't I ever use these?
Oh, I remember. They used to make me black out.
But not anymore-- [snores]
[muttering] Mayonnaise.
[snoring] And some juice.
[together] Worst day ever!
Jinx!
Double jinx!
- Stop saying "jinx"!
Hey, I'm not blacking out anymore--
[snoring]
- Timmy, I'm in a state of utter torment.
I've been chosen to participate
in a hamburger-eating contest for charity.
- Oh, I hear you. Charity's the worst.
- No! I'm a vegetarian. I hate meat.
- I love meat. You know what I hate?
Organizing.
- Really? I love organizing.
Hello!
This garage is a tantalizing disaster!
I would love to put everything
in color-coded, alphabetized boxes
with labels!
[whooshing]
- Boy, if only there was some magical way
you two could switch places for the day,
but of course that's not possible.
- That's it! I love meat. You love organizing.
I wish we could switch places.
[fanfare]
- Awesome! I'm pretty.
And I get to eat hamburgers.
- Awesome! My teeth are big
and I get to spend my entire Saturday organizing.
- Ah! Wait. Timmy sounds like Chloe,
and Chloe sounds like Timmy.
This is blowing my mind!
- Oh, no. His mind is bad enough when it's not blown.
- Now Wanda's voice is coming out of Wanda!
Now it's coming out of me!
No wait, that was just me imitating Wanda.
Now who am I imitating?
- You! - Aah!
There are strangers with wings in the garage.
This always happens when I wear these boots.
Aah! Whoopee!
I found my electric roller skates
and rainbow disco wig.
[rockets blast]
I'm on a roll...
[crashing, car alarm sounding] into a truck!
- Chet Ubetcha reporting from the annual
Dimmsdale Charity Hamburger Eating Contest!
Disturbingly large men, a tiny girl,
and what appears to be a yeti.
Stuff your faces! [air horn blares]
[gulps]
- Hey, lightweights, you gonna eat those?
Didn't think so.
[gulping]
[crowd cheering]
- We have a winner! What's your name, little girl?
- Timmy! I mean Chloe!
Let's go with Climmy. Climmy TurnerMichael.
- That's the worst name ever. [Timmy belches]
- What do you know, you just won
the burping contest too.
- ♪ La-la-la sorting, sorting ♪
♪ Labeling labeling
Loving, loving this!
- I skated into, like, 70 cars
and I think I broke my brain
because I'm hallucinating my garage is clean.
Also, who am I?
- You're Timmy's Dad. Which would make you my dad
because of course, I'm Timmy!
- Oh, Timmy! I don't know which I love more:
your organizational skills or your new girly voice!
My little boy is finally becoming a woman!
- I love being Timmy with the girly voice!
Lamp, TV, and-- [screams]
What have you done to me?
- Turned you into a winner. Yeah!
[stomach growls] Ooh, that was the sound of you digesting
about 17 pounds of ground chuck.
You scared a yeti.
- You have turned the temple that is my body
into a toxic dump!
I demand we switch back!
- Fine with me. You have a stomachache.
[belches] By the way,
you also won the burping contest!
Yeah. The prize was more burgers.
- Stop eating!
Cosmo! Wanda!
- Oh, Chloe.
You've really let yourself go.
- She's me and I'm her! - He's me and I'm him!
- Mind blown!
- Don't worry, guys!
We'll just switch you back to your old selves.
- Cosmo, these aren't our wands.
- They aren't? Oh, right. Funny story.
With my mind blown and all,
I confused our wands with the garbage.
It's more funny uh-oh than funny ha-ha.
- You threw the wands in the garbage?
We're toast if you can't find them!
- I like toast. [sniffs]
In fact, I smell burning toast right now.
In an unrelated note,
my wand smells like a fish carcass.
- You two are just gonna have to wait this out
until I find our wands.
If you need me, I'll be in the garbage.
- Okay, we can pretend to be each other
until Wanda finds the wands.
Just stay calm.
Stop eating burgers!
- Chloe! Dinner time!
- Ooh, I could eat. Hope you're having burgers.
- We made your favorite: mock cheese and kelp casserole!
- Ugh! It looks like a dog threw up in the grass,
and it smells like low tide.
- Oh that smell is me, sweetheart.
I harvested the kelp directly from the ocean.
- Yeah, I'm gonna pass on the weird hippie food.
I got me a trophy full of burgers.
[both scream]
- It's dinnertime, Timmy with the girly voice.
Would you set the table?
- [screams]
- No, Timmy.
That's where we keep your father's scary puppets.
- I knew that because I am Timmy.
And I also know that the plates are
actually to the left of the sink.
Please be there. Please be there.
[screams] - No, Timmy.
You know that's where we keep
your mother's medieval fighting equipment.
- What? Who keeps axes and scary puppets over the sink?
I mean, we do, of course!
Please remind me where we keep the plates!
[both laughing]
- We hide them like Easter eggs,
so they could be anywhere.
- [screams]
You people are so disorganized
I can't take it!
[whooshing]
Forks go in the fork drawer.
Spoons go in the spoon drawer.
Scary puppets go in the scary puppet drawer.
[screams] That is a really scary puppet!
- That's Nasty Ned.
He's very handsome, and he's my favorite.
I have to say that, or he gets mad.
- Quiet! I am organizing!
- Uh-oh. Timmy's girly voice has turned into a meanie voice.
Maybe he's hungry.
I'll get the hamburger casserole out of the laundry hamper.
- Where else would you put it? The refrigerator?
[both laughing - That's funny.
- Yes! That's exactly where you put it!
Stop laughing!
[muffled screaming]
Ugh! This whole thing's a nightmare!
I hate being you!
Your parents keep food in the hamper,
and it took me a half hour to floss your big front teeth.
- All right. Calm down.
First of all, what's floss?
And second, don't worry. Wanda will find the wands,
and everything will be back to normal.
[Wanda screaming]
Or not.
[pounding on door]
- Feed me.
- Hey, is there anything else
you want to tell me about your closet?
- It's impeccably organized.
Oh, and it contains Brittany, my vicious, man-eating plant.
You have to feed her every ten minutes all night,
or--well, I'd just feed her if I were you.
- Feed me. - [screams]
- Timmy. - [screams]
- Defend yourself or perish.
- Ha, sounds like you met Vinnie.
I wished him up to attack me at night
and keep my fighting skills sharp.
Terrible idea.
[both scream]
- Hey, thanks for coming by, Mr. and Mrs. Clampickle.
Our son has been acting crazy lately,
and like any good parent,
we naturally blame the influence of someone else.
In this case: your daughter!
- What a coincidence. You see, our daughter has been
acting crazy lately too.
And naturally, we blame your son.
- Well then, we're in agreement.
No wait, we're not. Wait, are we?
- Relax, you guys. I'm still the same old Chloe.
[belches] By the way, I'm failing math.
- [sighs]
- Chloe Mother Teresa Neil Armstrong Carmichael,
you know your father faints at the mention of failure.
He also faints from chocolate milk.
The doctors never figured out why.
- As a loving mother, all I can say is
that Timmy was weird enough before.
But when I see him spend a half an hour flossing,
I know there's some bad mojo going down.
The only logical solution
is to forever separate our son from your daughter.
- Done. In fact, Clark and I are taking Chloe and moving away,
as soon as Clark regains consciousness.
[both gasp]
- Fine! Take your demon daughter and be gone!
[sad violin melody]
♪
- I don't want to be you anymore!
But I'll also miss you if you forever move away!
Please don't tell anyone I said that!
- Technically you didn't say it, 'cause you're me.
Anyway, I have an idea!
All we have to do is prove to our parents
that we're back to ourselves.
And the best way to do that is by being ourselves.
- Okay, you guys. My mind's not blown anymore.
I figured out that, Chloe, you're Timmy.
And, Timmy, you're Chloe.
[together] Not anymore!
- Mind re-blown!
[steam building and exploding]
- Mommy, Daddy, please don't make me move away.
My odd behavior had nothing to do with Timmy Turner.
I was just going through a brief rebellious phase.
I brought my math grade back up to an A plus infinity,
fed Brittany-- and look,
I'm stuffing my face with kelp casserole.
It's so deliciously kelpy!
- Oh, honey, our baby's back!
Chocolate milk for everyone!
[sighs, then thuds]
- Okay, Chloe, we'll stay.
Just please take off some of that makeup.
You look like a scary puppet, sweetie.
[peaceful music]
- Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad!
Let's have some laundry hamper casserole!
[belches]
- Oh, honey, our baby's back!
- Let's celebrate with some jousting
and a scary puppet show!
[dark music] [Timmy screams]
- Phew. I'm glad our costumes worked.
- I found Wanda.
She got recycled into a box of cereal called Fairy Smacks.
- The wands are the prize.
[horn fanfare]
- Yes! I wish we were ourselves again!
- It worked! We're us again!
- I'm not pretty anymore, but who cares?
- Oh, no.
Chloe's imitating Chloe
and Timmy's imitating Timmy!
Mind blown!
[growling]
Hi, Brittany.
- [chomps]
- Mind eaten!
- Easter egg!