Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

- ♪ Timmy is an average kid

♪ That no one understands

♪ Mom and dad and vicky always giving him commands ♪

- Bed, twerp!

- ♪ The doom and gloom up in his room ♪

♪ Is broken instantly

♪ By his magic little fish who grant his every wish ♪

♪ 'Cause in reality

♪ They are his oddparents

♪ Fairly oddparents

- Wands and wings.

- Float-y crown-y things.

- ♪ Oddparents, fairly oddparents ♪

♪ Really mod, pea pod, buff bod, hot rod ♪

- Obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice,

Giant snake, birthday cake, large fries, chocolate shake!

- ♪ Oddparents, fairly oddparents ♪

♪ It flips your lid when you are the kid ♪

♪ With fairly oddparents

- Yeah, right.

- Oh, cosmo, you left the ice cream out last night,

And now it's all melted.

- That's weird.

Then what did I put away in the freezer?

Oh, right.

Wanda.

Boy, will she be mad at me

When she thaws out in to hours.

[Ice cream truck jingling all around the mulberry bush]

- Yes! I can finally get some ice cream.

All I need is ¢ for a cone.

But I don't have any money.

Well, there's always change in the couch.

- You snooze, you lose, loser.

This couch money is mine!

[Yelling]

Give me whatever I can get

With a canadian nickel and two buttons.

- Being broke stinks.

I wish for a money tree

So I can buy all the ice cream I want.

- I don't know, timmy.

I think wishing for money may be forbidden.

I may have to check the rules.

- Go ahead.

I happen to have a copy of the rules right here.

- Wait a minute.

This looks like a cookbook.

- Why do you say that?

- 'Cause the title is

Lack toast intolerant: gluten free breakfasts.

- Uh, that's just how you say "the rules" in swedish.

- I knew that.

I was just playing dumb.

It's the only game I ever win.

- Cool, a money tree.

Now I have enough change to buy ice cream

Or my own island.

- Darn it.

I only had enough money

For a handful of hot fudge.

It burns, timmy!

Whoa.

Who says money doesn't grow on trees?

I'm rich!

Look, timmy!

I'm raking it in.

I'd rake harder, but my hand is burned.

[Both slurping happily]

- [Sobbing]

- Hey, jorgen.

Shouldn't you be at work?

- Only people who have jobs can go to work.

I was fired, thanks to you.

- What?

How is that myfault?

- You violated the rules

With your money tree wish,

And I didn't catch it in time!

The fairy council took away my job,

My wand, and my corporate housing.

At least they didn't take my corporate coffee mug.

Hot coffee!

It burns!

- It's time for dinner, timmy.

Oh, hello.

Who's your beefy buddy?

- This is jorgen.

He's our, uh, new interior decorator.

I won a decorator

For selling the most squirrely scout cookies.

- You're a decorator?

Oh, I've always wanted this house

To have more of an open-air feeling.

- You got it, toots.

Now, where is your burn cream?

- [High-pitched scream]

- Oh, this hole needs curtains.

I'll go buy them

With this basket of wallets I picked.

- What am I going to do, turner?

I loved my job.

It involved everything I was good at--

Barking orders,

Standing dramatically over people

And unleashing fits of uncontrollable anger.

- Well, I feel bad for getting you fired, jorgen.

I'll help you look for a new job.

- Yeah, and in the meantime, you can stay in our fishbowl.

- Thanks, guys.

It's great to know you are there for me

After you ruined my life.

What?

The logical thing for me

Is to be a mussel.

[Yells, grunts]

- Boy, wanda's gonna be so angry

When she defrosts.

- [Yells]

[Raccoons chattering angrily]

Get away from my money tree, raccoons,

And stop pelting me with my own loose change!

- Hey, turner.

You must have some pretty rich soil

To grow such an impressive tree.

You mind if I perch this nest of orphaned baby birds

I rescued in there?

- Are you crazy?

This isn't a bird hotel.

It's a money tree!

Perch your dinklebirds somewhere else.

- Okeydokey, neighbor.

[Raccoons chattering angrily]

Ow!

[Yells]

- Okay, jorgen.

I think I found you the perfect job.

You're gonna like being a personal trainer.

- I am kind of digging

That people pay me to yell at them.

- [Exhales, winces]

[Whistle blaring]

- Denzel crocker,

I'm going to whip you into shape.

Any shape is better than the one you're in.

- Anything to impress the ladies--

Or at least get them to stop pointing and giggling.

- Oh, please.

I'm a personal trainer, not a magician.

Now let's get you ripped!

- [Grunts]

We definitely ripped something.

- You're welcome.

Pay at the desk.

- You're fired!

- Okay, jorgen.

You've got a new job.

Let's hope it goes better than the last one.

- It is not my fault mr. Crocker sued the gym for $ million.

- Who needs a spine?

I'm rich.

[Yelps] oh, not fair!

- Don't worry, turner.

I have got this usher thing down.

Hello.

Oh, you will love this movie.

The butler did it.

You'll never see it coming.

I saw it coming,

But you don't look too bright.

- I'm never coming here again.

- You're fired!

- [Sobbing]

- Oh, boohoo.

You lost a soccer game.

I lost my job

And had to become a school counselor

To ninnies like you!

Man up, susie!

- [Sobbing]

- You're fired.

- It's the perfect plan.

[Electricity crackling]

- Those money-grubbing raccoons

Won't be able to get past my new security system.

[Stomach rumbling]

I'm so hungry.

I've been guarding my money tree for so long, I forgot to eat.

Oh, a hot dog that looks a lot

Like the bait I left for the raccoons!

[Jittery yelling]

[Raccoons chattering]

Curse you, raccoons!

You'd better not come back for gas money.

Ooh, a hot dog.

[Jittery yelling]

[Both munching happily]

- Wanda, you're thawed out!

Oh, you don't know how happy I am.

Now I can finally change the channel.

- [Angry mumbling]

- Oh, wanda, why so blue?

Well, I guess it's 'cause you were frozen.

Now can you move out of the way?

You're defrosting all over the pepperoni.

- Jorgen, why is the driveway broken?

- You told me to pound the pavement,

So I did.

- "Pound the pavement" means "look for a job."

- I don't want another job.

I want my old one back.

But there's no hope of that now,

Because the fairy council has already replaced me.

- Say what?

With who?

[Twinkling, magical music]

[Trumpeting fanfare]

- I wish whitney was in love with me.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Wishing for love is against the rules.

Reject!

- [Grunts]

- Your wish for amor is no more, amigo.

So says the handsome juandissimo,

Keeper of the rules.

- You were replaced with juandissimo?

This is great!

- You think it is great?

You're making me want to decorate again.

- No, I mean I've got an idea.

Juandissimo has always had a crush on wanda.

If we can distract him,

We can sneak in some illegal wishes

And make the council think juandissimo

Is worse at the job than you are.

- Okay.

But if you think I'm not serious about the decorating,

You're wrong!

- Wanda, will you help us?

- I'm sorry, sport.

I don't feel comfortable with this plan.

It looks like jorgen's

Just gonna have to live here forever.

- By the way, wanda,

I used your toothbrush to clean the gunk from my boots.

- Okay, I'm in.

- This is me guarding the rules.

This is me guarding the rules

In various tight-fitting outfits.

I could admire my hot latin looks all day,

But I must focus on my job.

- Buenos nachos!

- You just said, "good nachos."

Oh, wanda!

My beauty queen!

[Sniffing]

You smell so delicioso.

- It's eau de taco,

Your favorite, if I recall.

Pavo loco!

- I love it when you call me your crazy turkey.

Is that frostbite on your toes?

I find it very appealing.

- You're so silly.

- [Grunts]

Holy guacamole!

If I did not know any better,

I would say your fan had a tire iron in it.

- Oh, don't be ridiculous.

- Mi querida, why have you come to see me?

- I'm, uh, suddenly attracted to men with power.

Now, how about you join me over there,

Away from the wish monitors?

- Yes, because it's far more romantic over there

By that pipe that leads from the toilet.

[Alarm beeps]

- Okay, cosmo.

It's time to break the rules.

I wish every girl in dimmsdale was in love with me,

That I had straight "a"s in all my classes,

And instead of a money tree, I had a whole money farm.

[Girls screaming]

All: we love you, timmy!

- Yay, my money tree turned into a money farm!

- Oh, no.

The crops are coming in.

I better harvest them

Before those raccoons get back

From their european cruise!

- Rule break. Rule break. Rule break.

- It worked!

- I knew we could trust wanda to distract juandissimo.

I bet she's got him wrapped around

Her frostbitten little finger.

- Kiss me, wanda.

Stop giving me the cold shoulder.

Speaking of which,

Why is there so much cold on your shoulder?

[Dramatic music]

- What took you clowns so long?

I mean--

What is the fairy council doing here?

- Juandissimo? - Que?

- You let timmy turner get away with wishes

That violates the rules.

You're fired!

- Wanda, my love.

I may not have my job, but at least we have each other.

- Carne asada!

Yes, I'm pretty sure

There's a cast iron skillet in there.

[Dramatic music]

- Jorgen von strangle,

You have been reinstated as keeper of the rules.

[Trumpeting fanfare]

- Yay!

I feel whole again, turner.

Thank you for getting me my job back,

Even though it was you

Who got me fired in the first place.

Which reminds me,

I have to get rid of all your illegal wishes.

[Girls screaming]

- I'm okay with the "f"s,

But couldn't you have left the girls?

[Ice cream truck jingling all around the mulberry bush]

- Oh, ice cream!

And I finally have enough change.

No!

- Wanda, my love.

I lost my job and my corporate housing.

Can I stay with you, por favor?

- Of course you can.

Come on, I'll show you to your room.

Here it is.

[Whistling]

- It's cold in here.

I shouldn't have flexed.

I really needed that shirt.

Ay, muy frio.

- Ooh, a hot dog.

[Jittery yelling]

- This is so exciting!

[Crowd chatting excitedly]

- This is chet ubetcha reporting from dimmsdale days,

The annual festival where local residents

Try to turn a profit from their pathetic hobbies.

In unrelated news,

Who wants to buy some seashell earmuffs

Made by a famous reporter?

I can hear the ocean!

Oh, no. Wait.

That's a hermit crab with asthma.

[Hermit crab breathing raspingly]

- I wonder how my mom's doing with her banana bread booth.

- I can't hear you, timmy.

There's a shrimp in my ear.

It's not from the earmuffs.

It's from the cajun food stand.

Thank goodness there's cocktail sauce

In my belly button.

[Munching happily]

- Sport, I think something's wrong

With your mom's banana bread.

[All belching]

- Whoa, mom.

Why are your customers burping up bubbles?

- Well-- and this is just a theory--

Perhaps it's because instead of using bananas in the recipe,

I used banana shampoo.

- Shampoo is poison!

It can have terrible side effects!

- But I use shampoo in everything

Except my homemade shampoo.

I use bananas in that.

- Spark tarts!

Get your spark tarts!

- Oh, dear.

You're right about shampoo

Having side effects.

I'm hearing the dog talk.

- Sparky, these are dog treats.

You can't sell them to humans.

[Munching]

Mmm, oh, yes, you can!

These are delicious!

Hey, everyone, come get your spark tarts!

[Crowd talking]

- I'll buy one.

- These are fantastic.

I love spark tarts!

- Step into my photo booth and let me capture your magic--

I mean, your likeness in a fun photo!

[Sign buzzes]

You're not a fairy. Get out!

- Where's my photo?

- I said get out!

- [Screams]

Hey, mr. Crackers.

Can I get a picture of me

And my new best friend,

This plate of delicious spark tarts?

- Oh, sure, do you want wallet size or--

Get out!

[Sign dings] wait a minute.

There's fairy magic in this spark tart.

I've got to take it back to the crocker cave

For further analysis

And eventually to dunk it in milk.

[Laughing crazily]

Now to see if there's enough fairy magic in this treat

To make a wish.

What will I wish for?

A space laser to annihilate all my enemies?

No, I need to wish for something really useful,

Like dental floss

That won't snap between my teeth.

Ironically, the only way to get the floss out

Is with more floss.

It's a vicious circle!

[Electronics beeping]

- Analysis complete.

Item contains only one millionth

Of the magic required to make a wish.

- Darn it!

That mean in order to make a wish,

I'm gonna need how many treats?

Let's see.

Carry the five, divide by four.

- You need a million, you moron.

- I wanted to add it up myself, computer!

Now, I just have to get

A million spark tarts from turner.

But I can't approach him as me,

So I'll need a-- buh--

Let me think--

- Disguise.

- I would have gotten that one.

I was going through the "d" words in my head!

[Cackles]

[Dramatic music]

Let's see.

The grim reaper?

No, I'll wear that tonight

And scare mother during bath time.

Let's see what other costumes I have.

Hold the phone!

Stereotypical s rich guy!

That's perfect!

Okay, let's get this show on the, um...

- Road.

- I was getting to that!

I was just on the "r" words!

- Wow, sparky.

We really cleaned up selling your spark tarts.

- Oh, timmy!

Can I borrow some money?

I need to buy more spark tarts.

They're fantastic.

- Sorry, dad.

We're all out.

- Then give me back my money, you swindler.

- You know, sparky,

If we went into business together,

We could really make a fortune with those spark tarts,

Or at least make the money back that my dad just took from us.

- I'm in.

But dimmsdale days is over.

Who're we gonna sell them to?

- Hello.

I'm a billionaire

From the s

Who would like to buy a million spark tarts.

I climbed this ladder

'Cause rich people always climb the ladder to the top.

- I'm sorry. Who are you?

- The name's phil therich.

Here's my card.

- "Phil therich, s billionaire."

Wow.

A million spark tarts? Okay.

They're $ each, so it'll cost you $ million,

Mr. Therich.

- Oh-- oh, yeah!

Right! Okay.

I'll be back for the spark tarts in hours.

[Screams]

[Grunts]

- Whoo-hoo!

Sparky, we're gonna be rich.

Poof up your spark tarts.

- I can't poof them up.

It's a special recipe.

We have to bake them ourselves.

- What?

We have to work for $ million?

That doesn't seem fair.

- Don't worry, timmy.

We'll help.

With the right attitude,

We'll be done in no time.

- We're not done!

- Wow, do I hate baking these stupid spark tarts.

- We've been at this for hours

And we're nowhere close to making a million.

Cosmo, how many have we done?

- .

- Hundred or thousand?

- Just .

[Munching]

Make that .

I just ate one.

Ooh, these are good.

[Munching]

Okay, now we have .

Don't worry, timmy.

I got a bunch of magical elves to help us.

- We're not elves.

We're jockeys.

- I'm a baker, not a shrink.

Don't tell me your problems.

Now put on a hairnet and start baking.

[Sign dings]

- We did it, everyone.

A million spark tarts!

[All cheer]

- Wait, what happened to them?

- I ate them, and they were delicious!

- You ate a million?

- Don't be ridiculous, timmy.

Counting the ones I ate at the fair,

I'm only up to ,.

I threw the rest at dinkleberg's stupid face.

- Great. What are we gonna do?

We've only got hours to make a million more spark tarts

And we don't have enough help.

- No problem, timmy.

I got more elves.

- We're not elves.

We're first-graders.

- I would believe that

If I didn't know how deceptive elves can be.

[All snoring]

- We did it!

We made another million spark tarts just in time.

We're gonna be rich!

- Speaking of rich,

It is i, phil therich.

I take it my spark tarts are ready.

They're all yours, mr. Therich.

Just pay us $ million.

- Here you go, $ million bill.

And it's a red one.

- Wait a minute.

This bill has mr. Crocker's face on it.

- That's right, turner!

It's me, cleverly disguised

Behind this monocle the whole time!

And now that I have a million spark tarts,

I can make a wish to annihilate you!

[Screams]

[Grunts]

Swallowed my monocle!

[Laughing crazily]

- I don't get it.

Why does mr. Crocker think he can make a wish

With a million spark tarts?

- Well-- and this is just a theory--

It could be because the secret ingredient

In spark tarts is a pinch of fairy dust.

- What?

Then mr. Crocker really can annihilate me.

Cosmo, wanda, you got to help me!

- Oh, no, they're still knocked out

From baking all night.

[Both snoring]

- Cover your nose when you sneeze, cosmo.

- Come on in, supermodel tatiana.

The water's great!

- Looks like we're on our own, sparky.

- [Snoring]

- Cover your nose when you sneeze,

Supermodel tatiana.

- How am I gonna stop mr. Crocker?

I'm on my own with no magic.

- Oh, timmy?

Oh, I don't feel so good.

- That's it.

My dad ate , spark tarts.

If I can get him to eat one more,

He'll have the magic I need to stop mr. Crocker.

- [Groaning]

Oh, timmy.

I shouldn't have eaten

So many delicious spark tarts.

- No, you shouldn't have.

Now eat one more!

- Whoa, I feel light as a feather.

- Come on, we got to get to mr. Crocker's house.

No time to waste.

[Electricity crackling]

- Ow, hit a power line!

- Walk it off.

- ,,

,,

Million!

- You've got magic.

- Excellent!

Now I can make a wish to annihilate turner

Or I could get rid of that accursed dental floss.

I tried using toothpicks, but those got stuck too.

Or I could wish for corn.

No, wait.

That's what kicked off

This flossing nightmare

In the first place!

[Trumpeting fanfare]

- [Grunts, yells]

- Suck it up.

- You're too late, turner

And that strange, lifeless balloon

That looks like your dad.

I put the magic from those spark tarts

Into a wand!

- [Yells]

- Well, I put the magic from those spark tarts

Into a wand of my own.

- You think you have the upper hand, turner,

But I'm gonna turn the tables on you.

[Grunting]

Oh, those are heavy tables.

Hmm, looks like I actually tipped the tables instead.

No matter!

Now you'll have to take

The long way around.

- That's it?

That's all you got?

- No, I also have a robot spider.

[Robot spider roars]

- Wow, timmy, you have a really weird relationship

With your math teacher.

- [Yells]

- Get him!

- I can't.

I'm blocked by these tipped tables.

[Whimpering]

- Oh, well, I'll just have to use my magic wand

To annihilate you!

- [Yells]

I wish you had no more magic.

- [Yelps]

- I ate a million spark tarts, timmy.

You really shouldn't be shaking me.

[Yells]

[Flatulence]

[Grunts]

- Curse you, turner

And your weird deflating dad balloon.

I promise I'll find another way to destroy you.

But first I need to tip these tables

Back to their upright position.

- Well, guys, everything's back to normal,

And we don't have to worry about any more magic spark tarts.

- Hi, timmy!

- Oh, no!

Mom, did you eat a bunch of spark tarts?

- No, honey.

My purse got caught

On a hot air balloon.

[Electricity crackling] [yells]

I hit a power line!

- Walk it off, mom.

- It's bath time, mother.