10x06 - Animal Crockers/One Flu Over the Crocker's Nest

[bunniefuu]

[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 sh**ting, 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!

[lively circus music]

♪

- I have a big surprise for you, Timmy!

- Is it a motorcycle that travels through time

and does my homework for me?

- Better! Much, much better!

- [sniffs] Is it really old cheese

on the bottom of an infected foot?

- It's a Crockeroo!

Surprise!

- Ahh! - Ahh!

- Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!

- The Crockeroo is endangered,

and I'm on a mission to rescue this wonderful,

albeit high-strung, creature from being extinct!

[Crockeroo's teeth chattering]

- Well, it definitely stinks!

- Uh, off topic--

that's quite the pronounced cowlick you have there.

- Why do you think I wear the hat?

- [sighs] - Isn't he fun?

Crockeroos are the mischievous

practical jokers of the animal kingdom.

- [yelping]

- What a scamp, huh?

I can't wait to show him to Cosmo and Wanda!

- We've already seen him!

That's why we've been hiding under the bed!

- [sniffs] Okay!

Who smeared old cheese on their infected foot?

'Cause it wasn't me this time!

- Guys, this is the last Crockeroo left in the world,

and we have to do something about that!

- Oh, I understand.

You want us to take care of it.

I know a guy they call "The Eraser."

He makes things disappear.

Unless they're written in pen.

Then he just makes them all smudgy until he rubs

a hole in the paper.

- Pressing on!

Cosmo, Wanda,

I wish Crockeroos would once again flourish

and repopulate the Earth!

- Well, that's kind of cute.

It's offering me a stick of gum!

[chewing and gulping]

[gasps]

[Crockeroo laughing]

- It's trick gum! - That's it!

Cosmo, call The Eraser!

- Where did that thing even get trick gum?

- No one knows, Timmy.

It's one of nature's beautiful mysteries.

Anyway, grant my wish!

[confused yelling]

[both wailing]

- What's wrong with this thing?

Why is it all up in my grill?

- It's one of the Crockeroo's many delightful quirks!

It has no sense of personal space

or oral hygiene.

Just go with it.

- Oh, no! A Chinese finger trap!

Now, if someone plays jazz, I can't snap along!

- Gah! The little buggers stole our wands!

- Oh, yeah, the Crockeroos

are also kleptomaniacs.

Just another one of their charming peccadilloes!

- Finally, they're gone.

Not gone!

[people screaming]

- Oh, happy day!

The Crockeroos are once again a thriving species!

Look at how they joyfully bury the stuff they steal.

- This is Chet Ubetcha with breaking news.

What's that smell?

No, it's not old cheese

smeared on the bottom of an infected foot.

It's Crockeroos!

And they've overrun Dimmsdale.

Everything is canceled,

including school.

- School's canceled?

Best wish ever!

- [groaning]

- Isn't this wonderful, Timmy?

The Crockeroos are making friends everywhere they go.

This is such a rewarding time for me!

- More like making enemies.

But they buried my toothpaste,

which means I never have to brush my teeth again!

- You'll see.

In time, people will come to embrace

their playful hijinks.

- Who cares?

They dug up the lawn,

which means I don't have to mow it!

- They buried stuff all over town, Cosmo.

It'll take us forever to find our wands.

- I'll look for them, but I got to warn you,

I have a weird history of digging up

cursed pirate treasure.

- There's no such thing as cursed pirate--

[loud thud]

- Told ya!

- Yo-ho! Hello, Cosmo!

How "arrr" ya?

- Hi, Roger!

Have you lost weight-- Wanda, run!

- Uh-oh. Cosmo dug up another cursed treasure.

But I still don't have to brush my teeth, so--winning!

- [crying and whimpering]

- Oh, Denzel.

Are you crying about your high school prom again?

That was years ago!

- You mean the worst day of my life?

I'm not crying about that.

What makes you think I'm crying about that?

- Denzel, look at those creatures on the news.

Did you marry a monkey without telling me?

- No, Mother.

Those are Crockeroos.

They're just one of the many super handsome animals

that are lucky enough to look like me!

Check out more of them

in my self-published coffee-table book

aptly titled "Animal Crockers."

There's the Crocker spaniel and the Crockerdile

and, my personal favorite, the Crockeroach!

Or as our friends from south of the border might say,

the Crockeracha!

- Chet Ubetcha with a Crockeroo update.

Dimmsdale has plunged into total chaos!

In unrelated news,

a small man and woman with green and pink hair

are being chased by a skeletal pirate.

Arrr.

- I know why those

handsome little rascals have gone cuckoo.

It's all in my self-published coffee-table book!

"Crockeroos normally follow

"a dominant male of the species

and make him their king."

Sweet Georgia Brown!

I'm the biggest Crockerooin town!

I'll be their dominant male!

It'll be a first for me.

Even in Girly Scouts, a girl was the dominant male.

Now that I think about it, why did you put me

in Girly Scouts to begin with, Mother?

- I did it for the cookies. I regret nothing!

[cheerful music]

[both shrieking]

- Gah...

all: Gah, gah, gah...

- Thank you for the cloak, the staff,

and what I can only assume is ceremonial gum.

[chewing and gulping]

I'm King of the Crockeroos!

all: Gah, gah, gah, gah...

- Well, we lost Roger.

Thank goodness a stray dog ran off with his femur.

- I guess we better keep looking for our wands,

but brace yourself-- I also have a weird history

of digging up cursed Egyptian treasure

right after I dig up cursed pirate treasure!

- Don't be ridiculous!

The odds of you digging up cursed Egyptian--

- [growling]

- Oh, hey, Rootin' Tutankhamen.

You a little grumpy from your nap?

Wanda, run!

- [growling]

- Calm has returned to Dimmsdale.

Just as I predicted,

the Crockeroos have assimilated into our society.

- And more importantly, they buried my parents' car,

so I never have to wash it again!

So yay!

- I'm happy. You're happy.

The Crockeroos are happy.

Because of my wish,

everyone is happy!

- Prepare for misery!

Citizens of Dimmsdale,

I am now King of the Crockeroos!

I will use my army of pinching minions

to rule you all!

Stop fanning your stink in my face, Phillip!

Anyhoo, with my handsome army under my control,

I'm going to live out my ultimate dream

and force everyone to re-create my high school senior prom!

Because instead of being voted "Who Is That Guy?

Does He Even Go To Our School?"

You're all going to vote me Prom King.

It's in keeping with the whole "King" theme I've got going.

Now, stop it, Phillip! Oh, that stench!

- This is crazy!

There's no way I'm going to a do-over

of Mr. Crocker's prom.

- Oh, you'll be there, Turner,

because my army of Crockeroos is going to yank you

and everyone else from your homes,

and drag you, kicking and screaming, to the school gym!

By the way, the theme is "Island of Our Dreams,"

so wear something beachy.

Or else!

Bow to your king!

all: Gah-gah-gah! Gah-gah-gah!

- It appears things have taken an ugly turn.

- And a stinky one!

both: Ahh!

[mellow beachy music]

[Crockeroos murmuring]

[both grunt]

- Okay, this is officially worse

than brushing my teeth and washing the car.

- Well, on the bright side--

[groaning]

No, wait. There is none. Never mind.

- Aloha, Timmy and Chloe!

I'm rocking my high school prom tux.

I know it's not beach attire,

but it does show off my beachy bod!

- Looks like you stole it from a baby, Dad.

- I grew a foot after high school. Seriously.

I grew a third foot!

They had to remove it. It's in a science museum now.

If we get out of here in one piece,

I'll take you on a road trip, and we'll check it out!

Oh! Oh! Tropical punch!

- Welcome, prisoners-- I mean, festive partygoers.

Can I get a "what what"?

Say, "What what," or perish!

all: What what.

- It's time to do prom stuff the Crocker way!

So shake your bootays to my favorite polka tunes,

featuring the musical stylings of yours truly on the tuba!

It's Crocktoberfest!

- Polka's not island-themed!

- Get him, Phillip. - [growls]

[Mr. Turner yelling]

- [inhales deeply]

[cheerful polka music playing]

- Back off!

I am not dancing to tuba music!

[Crockeroos growling and screeching]

I guess that showed them!

Who's bad? I'm bad. What's up?

- Timmy, as forceful and intimidating as you were,

waving your pink hat around, I believe the Crockeroos

were actually frightened of your rather pronounced cowlick,

which makes you resemble this:

Beaverus cowlickticus,

commonly known as the Cowlicked Beaver.

It's the Crockeroo'' mortal enemy in the wild

and happens to bear a striking resemblance to you

with your hat off.

- I don't see it.

- Oh, but they do, and that's all that matters.

- I hear that!

Okay! It's time to dethrone the king!

♪

- Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for--

and by "you all," I mean me!

I will now crown myself Prom King

with the actual crown from my prom,

which was unfairly awarded to Bob Heartthrob

just because he was captain of the football team,

a straight-A student, and an all-around hottie.

- Who's that guy?

Did he even go to our school?

- Stop talking and clap for me,

as I become king of something for the second time today!

- Sorry, Mr. Crocker,

but we must bring your reign of terror

to an abrupt end!

- Oh, yeah?

You and what army?

- More like, me and what beaver?

- I still don't see it!

[Crockeroos screaming and growling]

[people screaming]

- No! Wait!

What are you doing?

I was king!

I had just made landfall on my island of dreams!

I'm not crying, Phillip.

Go back for my tuba! It's rented!

Oh, man! You stink!

- It's gonna be weird at school on Monday.

- I don't think Mr. Crocker

will be at school for a while, Timmy.

[elephant trumpeting, monkey gibbering]

♪

- As the dominant male,

Mr. Crocker must spend the rest of his life

in the zoo with the Crockeroos.

Otherwise, they'll go cuckoo and destroy Dimmsdale.

- Who cares if I'm in the zoo?

I prefer the animals in here to the ones in my classroom.

- Good attitude, Mr. Crocker!

I tip my hat to you.

- Don't you dare!

[Crockeroos screaming and crying]

Gah! Hey!

- Hey, Timmy. Hey, Chloe.

- Let us know if you find our wands.

both: Ahh!

- Arrr! - So many curses!

Someone call The Eraser!

- Long live the king!

Shoo, Phillip! Ahh! The stench! Take a bath!

[lively music]

♪

[school bell ringing]

- Finally, a reason to come to school!

It's Donut Day!

- I brought "fauxnuts."

They're a healthy alternative to donuts,

made with nature's leftovers:

old fruit, almond shells,

and good old-fashioned dirt.

[fly buzzing]

both: Pass!

- [sneezing] - Cosmo!

I told you to stay home.

You have the fairy flu.

- It's Donut Day, woman.

I'd show up in an iron lung for a bear claw.

- Morning, dimwits! And Chloe!

Today's my yearly mental health evaluation,

and this is Prince and LeKevin,

from Happy Acres Brain Hospital.

They're here to take me away

if I fail to prove I'm fit to be a teacher!

- You mean, whenyou fail.

- Ahh!

I'd like to tie you to a rock at low tide

and watch the crabs eat you!

You make me so crazy!

Net down, LeKevin.

It's just a figure of speech.

Also, for the record,

dogs with stubby tails make me nuts.

Get a real tail!

I can't even tell if you're wagging at me!

Oh!

Come on, that bothers everyone.

Anyway, class dismissed.

And leave your donuts.

all: Aww...

♪

- I'm good now, boys.

You might want to check out Nurse Quack.

She thinks she's a duck.

Ooh, yum!

A smiley-face donut with green hair

and a vacant look in its eyes!

- [sneezes]

- [grunts] Gah!

Turner rigged this donut to explode!

I should've seen that coming.

I'm losing it!

Figure of speech!

- Cosmo!

You gave Mr. Crocker the fairy flu.

What do you have to say for yourself?

- Bite me, Wanda!

Seriously, I'm delicious.

[chewing and savoring]

Ooh, sprinkles. Ow!

- Oh, no! What'll happen to Mr. Crocker?

- Please say it's something horrible.

Please say it's something horrible.

- He could develop short-term magical powers,

but it'll be okay

as long as he doesn't accidentally wish for anything.

- Oh, sweet Mr. McHops.

Every time I pet you,

I can't help thinking you'd make a dandy winter hat,

but also what a peaceful life you have.

Oh, sometimes I wish I were a bunny.

Gah! I'm a bunny!

What's happening to me?

- Happy Acres Brain Hospital, room for one.

- Now, if he'd just had a fauxnut,

none of this would've happened.

- Mr. Crocker, please report to Principal Waxelplax's office

for your mental health evaluation.

- Oh, it's game time. Keep it together, Denzel.

- You got this, Mr. Crocker.

- Thanks, floating donut.

[shrieking]

- Mr. Crocker's never gonna pass his evaluation

as long as he has the fairy flu.

- We got to cure him, and I know just how to do it.

We just wish to make ourselves microscopic,

then travel through Mr. Crocker's body

in a tiny submarine,

and destroy the fairy flu germs.

Easy-peasy!

- Boy, you're crazy, but I'm up for shrinking.

Let's do this!

- Wanda and Cosmo, I wish we were,

you know, everything I just said.

[adventurous music]

all: Yahoo!

- Oh! I can't lose my teacher gig.

It's the only job where I can horrify children

by scratching my nails on a blackboard!

And there's all that free lukewarm water

from the drinking fountain.

You got this, Denzel.

The bunny incident is behind you; it's all good.

Except for the tiny submarine that just flew into my ear.

Ahh! [echoing]

[epic choral music]

[electronic beeping and whirring]

- Cosmo! Wanda!

Use your magic to get us out

of Mr. Crocker's hairy, waxy ear

before the ship breaks up.

- Our wands aren't working, Timmy.

Magic comes from happiness and hope,

and neither of those things exist inside Mr. Crocker.

- I'm getting a faint signal in my wand.

I can still warm up soup and point at things.

- That's not even magic!

- Ooh! I am such an anatomy fangirl!

There's the vestibular nerve

and the tympanic membrane.

Ooh-ooh! I know the way out!

Past the cochlear nerve,

and turn at the esophageal canal.

- Speak C-average!

- Dude, hang a right!

Gah!

[engine whirring]

- Ooh, wow!

Looks like Mr. Crocker's got his mother's "genes."

- Oh, look!

The epiglottis, the tracheal rings,

and, OMG, my two all-time favorite glands--

the thyroid and the parathyroid!

- I'm Team Thyroid!

- I'm pointing!

- I'm ignoring you all.

- Warning. Fairy flu alert. [siren blaring]

- Look!

The fairy flu germs!

- Ah! Destroy them! They're hideous!

[loud beep]

[dramatic music]

♪

- Yes!

A youth wasted playing video games

finally pays off.

By the way, those glandy thingies

you like so much-- what do they do?

- They control all of Mr. Crocker's emotions

and energy levels.

- Awesome! Targeting glandy thingies.

- Hey, everybody.

Check out how not crazy I look.

[laser zapping]

Gah! So happy! Hee-hee!

[both shouting]

[zapping]

So sad! [sobbing]

[zapping]

Now mad! Mother!

[together] Hey!

- [yelps]

- [quacking]

- [sighs] I thought they were coming for me.

Way to take one for the team, Nurse Quack!

[dramatic music]

- What a thrill!

We're headed past the spleen!

Oh, glorious spleen.

Thank you for filtering impurities from our bloodstream

and fighting certain kinds of bacteria

that cause pneumonia and meningitis. Ooh!

Mr. Crocker's duodenum!

I'm making it my screen saver!

Timmy, there's a cluster of germs by the base

of Mr. Crocker's spinal cord.

Ooh! Selfie with the spinal cord!

[laser blasting]

Be careful, Timmy.

The spinal nerves control all of Mr. Crocker's

complex motor skills.

- C-average!

- They control how he moves, dude!

- Hi, Principal Waxelplax!

I'm feeling great.

It's not like I've lost control

over my body or mind or anything.

I'm not crazy!

- Good to know.

I have to use the little principals room.

Just relax in my newly decorated office.

- It's lovely!

I'll be sure not to touch a thing.

[expl*si*n booms] - Yahoo!

- Gah! [stammering]

Can't stop kicking!

Gah! Punch it!

Can't stop punching!

Cartwheels!

I can't do a cartwheel.

Yes, I can!

That's kind of awesome!

[groaning]

This is a nightmare.

I wish I could fly away like that balloon.

Gah!

[wailing]

[hollow knocking]

[balloon pops]

[wailing]

- System compromised.

- I got this.

I saw a movie where this astronaut guy fixed

the whole spaceship with a pencil.

I'm gonna do the same thing to our sub

but with some delicious soup heated to perfection.

- Total system failure

in T minus five minutes.

- We got to get out of here before we end up spending

the rest of our lives inside Mr. Crocker!

- According to my map, the quickest way out

is through Mr. Crocker's nose,

and on the way, we can take out the last fairy flu germ.

[adventurous music]

[quirky music]

- Oh! What happened here?

- Why? What do you mean?

- The place is destroyed!

- Oh, that! There was some poltergeist activity.

Uh, I canceled Donut Day, and my class went berserk?

- Well, that I believe.

- Then let's go with that!

I love throwing the kids under the bus!

- One minute until total system malfunction.

- C-average!

- The submarine's gonna blow, dude.

- Timmy, the last fairy flu germ

might be a little bit of a problem.

- Why is that--ahh!

[screaming] A problem?

- [roaring]

all: Ahh!

[laser blasts]

- That germ is too big to destroy with our lasers.

- Timmy! Be careful not to hit Mr. Crocker's brain.

It's that thing that looks like a rotting orange

with spiderwebs all over it.

- Now, let's begin your mental health evaluation.

First question: what do you like most about your job?

- Well, uh--

[laser blasting]

- Ahh! You zapped Mr. Crocker's hypothalamus!

That's where his identity is stored!

- [feminine voice] OMG!

All the other girls are going to be sojealous

of my fancy bonnet.

- You hit the orange peel part.

I--I don't even know what that does.

- [groans] Chocolate jewelry?

Uh! Booby traps!

I have the powers of a space witch!

- Oh, dear.

- Look, I know I sound crazy,

but there's a logical explanation.

A donut with green hair sneezed in my face,

then my head turned into a balloon.

But, wait! Before that,

I turned into a bunny like Mr. McHops.

Do you know Mr. McHops?

- T minus ten seconds until submarine explodes, dude.

- I'm gonna try something cool!

- [growling]

all: Ahh!

- [roaring]

- Five, four, two--

- You skipped "three"!

- Well, I'm upset.

I'm about to explode.

- So good to have a nice, warm bowl of soup

at a time like this.

Ah! So calming.

- Eject!

[buzzer sounds]

all: Ahh! [expl*si*n booms]

♪

- Would it help my case if I told you

a tiny submarine flew into my ear?

- Well, you got a perfect score on your evaluation.

You're % bonkers.

Prince! LeKevin!

- Good morning, Principal Waxelplax!

- Ahh!

There are tiny people running across my desk!

One of them has green hair

and a bowl of soup!

- You see them too?

I mean, I don't see them.

She's nuts! Get her!

Yay! I may be cuckoo, but I get to keep my job.

I'm gonna celebrate with free lukewarm water!

[triumphant music]

- We did it!

- We missed Donut Day.

That's what we did.

- The day's not over yet!

both: Yahoo!

- Look! I'm a bear claw!

[chomping] Ooh, I'm delicious--ahh!

- Yay! Lukewarm water!

- I'm making it my screen saver!

- Wow, you're crazy.

[jazzy music]

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