♪ 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! ♪
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I bet we get a perfect score.
I bet we crush it so hard we break the internet.
I bet we set a new BFF world record,
and people everywhere come to study our friendship,
and they're so impressed by how close we are
they give us our own BFF holiday.
What, too much?
Zero percent?
That can't be right. Let me try again.
What?
Negative 10%? How did it go down?
Maybe it's broken.
How is that possible?
And why did I get 100% friendship match
with the lunch lady?
Sloppy Joe.
Don't sweat it, Hazel.
It's just a silly quiz.
Yeah, we don't need a test to tell us how close we are.
Psh. Totally, totally.
You guys go ahead.
I'll catch up.
Are you OK?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
How could I score so low with them
but high with the lunch lady?
Maybe they don't know enough about me.
Maybe we're not as close as I thought.
Maybe our friendship is a big lie
and we're not really friends at all.
Sounds like--
Sounds like you could use
an Angela Wells shake and shout.
I don't think that's going to work this time.
You OK?
Eh, not really.
I took a friendship quiz with Winn and Jasmine.
And we failed hard.
It's like they don't even know me.
Up we go.
That's it.
Shake what I gave you.
Now shout something positive like this.
"I will not let negative thinking control my reality."
Whoo!
I'm feeling it now.
Oh, keep working while I shake some of this
good energy around.
Your mom is right.
She always knows exactly what to say.
And how to move. Wink.
That might work for her, but she doesn't have
fairy godparents to fix her friendships.
I wish Winn and Jasmine
were inside my head.
That way, they can really get to know me.
Welcome all to the Hazel museum,
located in the wonderful mind of Hazel,
the most Hazel-y place on Earth.
Uh, Hazel museum?
Inside of Hazel's mind?
Um, that's the fancy name for the new wing
at the Dimsonian Museum.
My very rich grandmother Grantoinette paid for it.
She's totally real.
Cool.
My grandma's totally real too. Let's go.
Not so fast.
Before we begin,
there are two simple rules.
Rule number one, no refunds.
So don't even ask.
And rule number two, do not,
under any circumstances open that door.
Ooh, mysterious. What's in it?
Nobody knows, but it is strictly off limits.
Let's begin.
Follow me as I teach you all
about the extraordinary life of Hazel.
Don't even think about it.
Vincent van Gogh, Frida Kahlo, Basquiat.
All of these artists pale in comparison to Hazel Wells.
Hazel is a locally world-renowned artist
who dreams of creating her own comic book series one day.
I heard she invented the sun.
Whoa.
Hazel, that's amazing.
I didn't know you were so talented.
Scoff.
I bet you also didn't know Hazel is
a celebrated geologist. - Wow.
Whoa.
Hazel has won several astronautical awards
for her rock collection, which includes rocks
from all over the galaxy.
A professional french fry connoisseur,
Hazel has won several french-fry-eating competitions.
Ah!
Hazel also has a love of all things miniature
and regularly volunteers at the Petite Animal Sanctuary.
Yeehaw.
Wow, Hazel,
I didn't know you did all those things.
Yeah.
What other cool stuff are you hiding from us?
There's lots more.
And as your best friend...
I want you to know everything.
Haha, perfect.
Because I've saved our very best exhibit for last.
Eh?
It's the tree, the tree from Hazel's famous poem.
Wait, what poem?
I once knew a tree that liked to play with me.
We would have lots of fun together.
My tree would let me rest underneath its arms,
its hair, and let me rest.
Oh, this is so embarrassing.
I wrote that poem when I was, like, nine.
So it's fresh.
Hot off the press.
Look, a year is a long time
when you've only been alive a decade.
And this is not a part of me I wanted them to see.
We definitely didn't know you wrote secret poetry.
I write secret poetry all the time.
Oh-ho-ho, if y'all like poetry, take a look behind you.
Hazel has written poems about love, war,
and her deepest, darkest, most embarrassing feelings.
Cool.
Can we read some?
No. Look away.
Everyone look away.
Phew.
Uh-oh.
- Whoa. - Whoa.
- Huh? - Huh?
This must be the interactive part of the museum.
So rad.
What is that thing?
No refunds.
Oh, what am I?
I'm your mindworm, Hazel.
I'm all the negative things you really think about.
And now that you and your friends are here,
I'm never letting you leave.
No!
Follow that worm.
Tell me where my friends are.
Those aren't your friends.
They couldn't even pass
a simple friendship test, remember?
Hazel plus Jasmine plus Winn equals a big fat zero.
That's not true.
Cosmo, Wanda, I wish the mindworm was gone.
Oh, Hazel, we can't do that.
The mindworm is a part of you.
If we use our magic to make it disappear,
then it could turn you into a completely different person.
You could become someone who hates horror
or doesn't need fairy godparents anymore.
Ugh. Fine.
You want to play? Let's play.
I wish I had a mega-powered french fry cannon.
Ready, aim, fryer!
French fry cannon--
so original.
No wonder your friends don't like you.
You're boring.
This isn't working.
Maybe I could scare it away.
I wish for a giant worm-eating bird.
Uh.
It's over, mindworm.
Look at this poor excuse for a bird--
can't even exist in reality.
Just a figment of a child's imagination.
It's so mean.
Your friends don't really like you, Hazel.
You had to force them to get to know you.
I'm just saying what you're really thinking.
They're just nice to you because they
feel sorry for you.
They laugh about you behind your back.
They do?
Ignore it, Hazel.
But maybe it's true.
Oh, Cosmo, what do we do?
It's throwing all her negative thoughts at her.
How is she supposed to resist?
Mm, it's too bad she can't think
someone else's thoughts instead.
- Break the internet. - I bet we get a perfect score.
- The extraordinary-- - Whoo!
I'm feeling it now.
My Mom's.
Don't let negative thinking control your reality, Hazel.
I can't wish the mindworm away,
but I can change the way I think about it.
Let's take this mindworm down a size.
Boo.
That's a terrible idea.
It's pointless.
Don't even try it.
Uh, what's happening?
I am in control of my feelings!
I love my friends, and my friends love me.
I accept all my feelings, good and bad.
Ah!
See, Hazel, you're bigger than the things
that bother you.
I can't get rid of negative thoughts completely,
but I don't have to let you be so loud.
Winn! Jasmine!
Oh, this is the best exhibit ever.
So many great memories.
It's definitely my favorite room.
I wish we were back at home.
- Atta girl, Hazel. - Atta girl, Hazel.
We're BFFs no matter what any quiz or worm says.
Of course we are.
And now we know everything about each other,
like "I once knew a tree that liked to play with me."
"It was small but mighty, like me."
"In the fall it sheds, but it never, ever leaves."
Buy my book, "How Does That Make You Feel?"