♪ Hazel moved to the city, feeling all alone ♪
♪ Till her whole life changed with a pair quite strange ♪
♪ ’Cause in reality ♪
♪ They’re her new OddParents, Fairly OddParents ♪
- ♪ Wands and wings ♪ - ♪ Floaty crowny things ♪
♪ OddParents, Fairly OddParents ♪
♪ A new wish for magic hijinks ♪
♪ Fish guy, pizza fries ♪
♪ Penny-farthing dirt bike rides ♪
♪ Ghost snoops, major whoops ♪
♪ Baryonyx, time loops ♪
♪ Pretty great, you’ve got it made ♪
♪ With Fairly OddParents! ♪
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[school bell rings]
Ooh, I can’t wait for yearbook pictures today.
You look great, kiddo. - Thanks!
My mom takes yearbook pictures very seriously.
[tranquil music]
♪ ♪
And this year, I get to mail them to Antony
to show him my cool new life.
You look very cool.
Almost as cool as someone I know.
Hey, Hazel, we have to stand next to each other.
Otherwise, how will our grandkids know
how long we’ve been friends? - Yep.
This is literal history.
Nothing that happens today could be more important
than this picture.
It’s pudding day!
[cheering]
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
[screams] Get ready, Hazel.
Pudding day is everything.
Oh, our cafeteria serves the most delicious pudding
in the whole wide world!
My old school had a pudding day.
[soft dramatic music]
It was lunch.
I had low expectations for the pudding cup
I was given, but after one bite,
I discovered that this was the chocolatiest,
creamiest, and dreamiest pudding
in the whole wide world.
I never saw the pudding again
[both gasp]
But I saved this.
[somber violin melody]
Do you mind?
Thank you.
You can still smell the hope...
[sniffs] And the chocolate.
[both gasp]
Hazel, we have the same school pudding.
No way! This is the best day ever!
When can we have it? - At lunch.
That is, if we’re lucky enough to get some.
Wait. What do you mean lucky enough?
Ugh, Dev always takes it all, and only gives it to kids
who give him something in return.
But nobody knows how he gets it.
Krentz is the only one with pudding access.
Dev.
All right, settle down.
We will be taking our pudding-- excuse me--
our class picture after lunch.
But right now, it’s fraction time.
The eagle has landed. - [chuckles]
[groans]
Mr. Guzman, can I go to the nurse?
Thank you for asking. Of course.
[groans]
[whistles]
You see, class? We had 12 students.
And one of the students went to the nurse.
Now 11/12 of the students remain.
Mr. Guzman, may I please go to the restroom?
Sure, Hazel.
Now 10/12 of the students remain,
which is actually 2/6. Wait, is that right?
[sighs] Fractions are hard, y’all.
Great idea, Hazel.
He’ll lead us right to the pudding.
Let’s get pudding!
That’s not what we’re doing, Cosmo.
I always wait my turn,
but I don’t think Dev does.
Dev.
Thank your father for his generous donation.
[soft dramatic music]
[school bell rings] - [yelps]
[children screaming]
Not so fast.
What’s it worth to you?
Math homework? Nice.
Did you do the extra credit?
Uh, I didn’t have time.
No. Oh.
[grumbles] Dev’s hoarding all the pudding.
Cosmo, Wanda, I wish everyone
had an unlimited supply of school pudding.
[bright music]
[Beethoven’s "Symphony No. 9"]
♪ ♪
There’s pudding everywhere!
[all gasp]
Hey, where’s everyone going?
Whoa!
[children screaming]
Ah, fairness has been restored.
Now, to reunite with the pudding.
Hey, hun. You want fountain pudding,
book pudding, or locker pudding?
The chef recommends all the puddings.
They’re all delicious.
Hmm.
Well, I don’t want to get messy
before the class picture,
so I’ll go for fountain pudding.
[humming melody]
♪ Pudding for me ♪
♪ Pudding for free ♪
♪ Pudding for everyone ♪
♪ That you see ♪
[gasps]
Her family’s gonna have a lot of questions
when they see the class picture.
[gasps]
[laughing]
Yeesh, have some self-control, people.
I have no self-control.
[tranquil jazz music]
♪ ♪
[school bell rings]
Aw, man.
I haven’t even had one bite. At least it’s unlimited.
I’ll see you after pictures.
Hey, Mr. Guzman.
Where are we taking the class picture?
[glass thuds] [screams]
Well, hello there, cup number seven.
Mmm.
And after that, I still have 5/45 of a cup of pudding.
[eerie music]
Uh...
Whispers Fred, why isn’t anybody
ready for the class picture?
Because we got to get more pudding!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
The pudding broke Whispers Fred.
I’ve never even heard his outside voice before.
It’s a beautiful voice.
This has gotten out of control.
You could unwish or wish the pudding never existed?
Oh, but I haven’t even gotten any yet.
[chewing] You’re missing out.
Mmm, this is really good.
Well, I can’t let the pudding get in the way
of our class picture.
I wish the pudding was being served
after the class picture.
So dry.
So smelly.
[groans]
My stomach doesn’t have enough pudding.
[muffled] Get pudding.
[students groaning and growling]
Pudding.
Run, Jenkins, run!
Wait! No!
My pudding!
Jenkins, no!
[stomach gurgles] - [groans]
Pudding.
[screams]
[gasps]
[gasping] Am I glad to see you.
It’s a pudding apocalypse out there.
It’s terrible.
They chased us until we hid in here.
They were following the scent of our pudding.
They follow the scent?
Then why were they chasing me? I don’t have any pudding?
Wait. - That’s why.
Which reminds me...
[enchanting music]
You saved me pudding?
We wanted to surprise you.
You’re the best friends anyone could ask for!
[upbeat pop music]
Pudding. [banging]
They found us. What are we gonna do?
[dramatic music]
I’ll lead them away with pudding cups.
You get somewhere safe.
You can’t sacrifice your pudding.
You haven’t even had any yet.
And you can’t go alone. We’re going with you.
No, you’re both covered in pudding.
They’ll come after you for sure.
Besides, I started this, I have to end it.
Wait, how did you start it?
Shh. Do you hear that?
[snoring]
They’re asleep, in a sugar crash.
Now’s my chance.
Stay here until it’s safe.
[sniffing]
You’ve got this Hazel, nice and easy.
[sniffing]
I can give you a B-plus paper.
Now give pudding.
[pudding cup squeaks]
[panting]
- Pudding? - Pudding.
Pudding? - Ah!
[students groaning]
Pudding.
♪ ♪
Pudding.
Now, Hazin Bran.
My name is Hazel.
♪ ♪
- Pudding. - Pudding.
- [slurping]
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
The pudding is too delicious,
and the sugar has clouded their minds.
Maybe if we make it nutritious
and less delicious, they’ll stop.
I wish everyone had an unlimited supply
of broccoli pudding.
Gross. - Ew.
[grunting] Whoa!
[distorted Beethoven’s "Symphony No. 9"]
♪ ♪
[eerie voice] Vitamins and minerals hitting.
[speaking normally] Brain fog clearing.
[whispering] What are we doing?
OK, say green.
[together] Green!
I can’t believe pudding day ruined our class picture.
Are you kidding?
This is the most memorable class picture in history.
My mom and Antony are gonna love it!
[laughter]
All right, people, this mess isn’t gonna clean itself.
And that’s detention for all of you!
[students groan]
If Krentz is giving detention,
then everything is officially back to normal.
That broccoli pudding, gross,
not only made everyone think more clearly,
it also made them never want to have pudding again.
I never even got one spoonful of the pudding, and that’s OK.
[sniffs]
You mean this pudding?
[groans]
[laughs]
I was just pudding you on. Let’s share it.
I’ve seen what happens when you overdo it on sweets.
You said it, kiddo.
To the last of the pudding.
[eerie music]
Do you mind?