[jazzy music]
- ♪ Timmy's still an average kid ♪
♪ That no one understands
♪ Chloe's his new neighbor
♪ And she's ruining all his plans ♪
- Aah!
- ♪ 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!
[jazzy music]
♪♪
[bell ringing]
- Attention, dimwits!
And the winner of the annual Dimmsdale Person
of the Year Award is... Timmy Turner!
- Really?
- Psych! It's Chloe Carmichael!
Get real, Turner!
Darn! I thought it would be me!
- You're not even a person! You're an eraser!
- Erasers rule! No, wait, that's rulers.
- Turner, tell your school supplies to put a sock in it!
Anyhoo, here to present the award to Chloe
as the Mayor of Dimmsdale!
Psych! [goat bleats]
It's actually the Mayor's curious live-in companion,
Chompy the Goat!
- Thank you, Mr. Crocker and Mr. Goat.
I'm honored, but all I did was a few good deeds.
Anyone here could have won this award.
- Get real, lady friend!
None of these other stooges are sash-worthy.
Your presence in this class is the one thing
that keeps me from crossing the line
and becoming pure evil.
- I thought you were already pure evil.
- No, no, I'm just phoning it in.
[grunts] Give me that sash!
Gah! I got your goat, goat!
See what I did there? Gah!
I'm not paying for this.
[bell ringing]
- Oh, dear Chloe, you have a little bit of a rash.
- I get rashes because I'm allergic to peaches.
Still, I love rolling in peaches.
Life's funny that way.
- Chloe, you should see Nurse Quack.
She makes duck sounds and pecks at bread crumbs,
but she can get you out of gym.
- Oh, I don't have time!
I'm Person of the Year!
People are counting on me!
I have to hug feral cats at the shelter,
help old people cross the street,
teach clowns to be funny, not scary,
'cause their makeup can be off-putting to the children,
feed the ravenous hyenas that lurk on the outskirts of town,
and do it all during lunch break,
so no nurse!
Ah!
[growling]
♪
[horns honking]
all: Thank you, Chloe.
[circus music]
♪♪
[crying]
[crying]
[laughing]
- Ha ha!
[growling]
[cat hisses]
[cat purring]
[growling]
[cats purring]
[jazzy music]
- Help, Chloe!
- I saw the signal, Mr. Turner.
What is it today?
- Chloe, I bought this nuclear submarine form the Russians,
and it's gone kaputin!
Also, can you tell me why this sub is flashing
this sign that says, "pasta nose"?
- That says "opasnost"!
It's Russian for "danger"!
- That's a shame.
I really wanted to try nose pasta.
- You're having a meltdown!
- No, no, I'm just a little disappointed.
A hot bath and some dark chocolate and I'll be fine.
[suspenseful music]
[device beeps and buzzes]
[triumphant music]
- Good deeds done!
Itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy!
Time for Nurse Quack!
[screams] - Quack!
- If I didn't know any better,
I'd say someone was riding a bike up the stairs.
But what kind of lunatic would do that?
- I went to Nurse Quack!
- What did she say?
- She said my rash is from stress!
Then she said, "quack, quack,"
and laid an egg.
I think she's really a duck,
which kind of stresses me out!
- You know what I do when I'm stressed out?
Roll in peaches. Man, I'm itchy!
- I'm stressed that I have a stress rash,
which is stressing me out more,
which is making my rash worse,
which is stressing me out more, which is--
[air horn blares]
- Chill out, stressy-mick-stresserton.
It's time for me to share some wisdom with you.
- You have wisdom?
You've been holding back.
I want the wisdom. Give me the wisdom!
- I'm gonna school you in the art of slacking off.
- He is the master.
He would have been on the cover of "Slacker Magazine"
if he'd bothered to show up for the picture.
- Chloe, it's time for you to stop saving the world,
start stuffing your face with snacks,
and join me in a game of "Smack-a-Mole."
- I am not playing that mind rot.
- Then scratch on, girlfriend.
- Chloe, your rash is spreading.
You look like a strawberry with hair.
- Okay, how do I play?
- Well, the name "Smack-a-Mole" says it all.
There's a guy who grows moles on his face
and then you smack them off!
- Oh, dear, that guys should really see a dermatologist.
- Just play!
- Oh! I got one! And another one!
This is kind of fun! Take that, moles!
And that and this and that!
Hey, what's the high score on this game?
I want to be the best.
The best ever! I am so winning!
And so incredibly itchy!
[screams]
[air horn blares]
- No offense, Chloe, but worst slacker ever!
- Help me.
- There's only one way to fix your problem:
you got to take the slacker way out and wish to be a slacker.
- To be honest, wishing to be a slacker
kind of stresses me--
okay, here it goes.
I wish to be the biggest slacker ever!
Dude, so chill.
- Wassup, slacka?
- S'uuuup? Heh.
- Hey, Chloe. You ready for schoo--
what?
[slow jazzy music]
Whoa, Chloe!
Looks like a photo sh**t for the next cover
of "Slacker Magazine."
- Chloe is a total slacker,
but at least her rash is gone! - [grunts]
- I think that was a "bacon" grunt.
- [grunts] - That was just a "grunt" grunt.
- So you need a few minutes to get ready for school?
- [grunts]
- That was an "I am never, ever, ever going back to school,
I'm out, drops mic" grunt,
followed by a "juice-box" grunt.
- Okay, whatevs. So where's your homework?
I need to copy it. - [grunts]
- She said, "Ha, like I did my homework. LOL."
- Okay, well, I'm not LOL-ing.
I need that homework to keep up my D average!
- [grunts] - Ooh!
I don't feel comfortable repeating that one, Chloe.
That is some pretty salty language.
- [groans]
[bell ringing]
- Ah, the daily parade of dullards, dopes, and dimwits.
Where's my Chloe?
My little sparkle of hope that keeps me from going
full-metal cuckoo!
- FYI: Chloe's never coming back to school.
[dramatic music]
- Eeh! Gah! No Chloe?
That's the last straw! Really!
I'm out of straws!
And it's super hard for me to drink out of a cup
with my weird-shaped mouth.
This takes the cake.
Really, I had some cake and now it's gone!
I am at the end of my rope!
I could have sworn I had more rope than this!
Gah! Chloe!
[eerie music]
[screaming]
♪
- [screams]
It's a hunchback of Dimmsdale!
- Aah!
[grunting] That was anti-climactic!
[straining]
Gah! Who locked this?
- Well, things can't get much freakier than that.
- Chet Ubetcha with breaking news.
Things are about to get much freakier!
[screaming]
Scary clowns are chasing children!
[screaming]
[growling]
In related news,
a pack of ravenous hyenas are now chasing the scary clowns
who are still chasing the children!
- Okay, now things really can't get much freakier.
- Nose pasta!
Move, silly old people!
I have a class- Russian submarine that's about to blow!
- And this just in.
A pack of angry, un-hugged feral cats
has gone wild and turned into a whirling cat-nado!
Dimmsdale is in total chaos!
Who's responsible?
- Chloe!
all: Chloe!
- Chloe!
Ooh! What do you know? The school has a bell tower.
[bell ringing]
- Chloe!
Chloe, you know all those good deeds you used to do
that you don't do anymore?
You need to do them again!
- Chloe, without you, the clowns are scary,
the hyenas are hungry, the old people are stranded,
Timmy's dad is about to blow up the world,
and the shelter cats have formed a cat-nado!
- Chloe, you have to un-wish your slacker wish,
and go back to being the nutsy, stressed-out, do-gooder
you used to be! - [grunts]
- I believe that was a "you deal with it,
so I can take a nap" grunt.
- Wait a minute!
I'm itchy, and I'm getting a rash!
Chloe didn't get a rash from being stressed out.
She got it from this sash,
which is covered in goat fleas from Chompy.
She's got a sash rash!
- Dimmsdale needs you, Chloe.
Un-wish your wish! - [grunts]
- That counts!
[cats yowling]
[screaming]
- Forget it, Chloe!
That cat-nado is even too big for a nutsy, stressed-out,
do-gooder like you to stop!
Wanda! Cosmo!
I wish the cat-nado was gone!
- Good thought. Bad execution.
- I'm so not a cat person!
- So that happened. Nice knowing you, Chloe.
- I'm not Person of the Year for nothing, Timmy!
I'm going in!
[screams and grunts]
Hug-hug, pet-pet, good kitty, nice kitty...
calm down.
- [screams]
[cats meowing and purring]
[growling]
[upbeat music]
♪
all: Thank you.
[beeping]
[chimes and beeping stops]
- Yay, Chloe!
You saved Dimmsdale from total destruction.
On a sad note, I never got to try nose pasta.
[laughs] Ew!
Little nose-shaped macaronis!
That's just wrong!
- [growling]
- It's okay, Mr. Crocker.
I'm back to my old self.
You don't have to be hideous anymore.
- [screams] Hello.
- Still kinda hideous.
- Whoopee!
Chloe is back and I found a free steak in a pile of cat fur!
Best day ever! Ah! Why?
- You know, Chloe, you inspired me.
I'm gonna get off my butt and show up for the cover sh**t
of "Slacker Magazine."
[camera shutter clicks]
[hyenas growling] - [screaming]
I am so not a hyena person!
- Nose pasta, weird!
[jazzy music]
♪♪
- Ooh, Wanda!
You made me bacon and eggs
with a side order of rusty hook.
Keeping the marriage interesting!
- You're saying words that don't mean anything again!
- Timmy!
I'm trying to prove your mother wrong
that I am too smarter than a fish.
- [screams] Guys! Code seven!
- On it, Timmy!
- I was right about the fish thing.
- Oh, please!
How could I possibly have been prepared for a code seven?
- Dad, what are you doing?
- Recovering from a tiny expl*si*n, duh.
I'm practicing for the Dimmsdale Fishing Tournament.
I'm finally gonna win that big, shiny trophy
by catching the Juan that got away.
- Uh, don't you mean the "one" that got away?
- No, I mean Juan, the giant Spanish Mackerel
that's eluded me all these years!
As seen in these stupid fishermen bloopers
on the interweb.
♪
[grunting]
♪
[yelps]
♪
And that's how I got the metal plate in my head.
- What makes you think you're gonna catch Juan this year?
- That devil with scales.
I'll catch him because I bought a super high-tech fishing boat
so big that I named it the "Titanic"!
- Dad, the "Titanic" sank in the ocean.
- No, it didn't.
It's right there in the driveway.
[rock music]
- Awesome boat!
- It has a talking fish finder,
fish-seeking missiles,
and hand towels that say "Dad's Boat."
But don't use them! They're for guests!
- No problem, Dad.
I never wash my hands anyway.
And count me in for the fishing tournament.
Together, we're gonna catch Juan!
- Which one? Oh!
[upbeat music]
♪
- Ooh, I love youso much.
- Aw, thanks, Dad.
- I was talking to the trophy.
So big and shiny!
I've already cleared my wedding pictures
off the mantel to make a place for it!
- Uh, Cosmo, why are you in fish form
at a fishing tournament? It's dangerous!
- I make bad choices, Timmy.
It's kind of my thang, yo.
Think about it,
I almost ate eggs off a hook this morning.
- Welcome to the Annual Dimmsdale Fishing Tournament,
a celebration of the most boring sport on Earth.
[cheering]
Let's get this snooze-fest started.
Count it down with me, Chompy.
Three, two--
- Stop!
- Chompy said, "Stop!"
I told you all he could talk!
But you called me a nut job!
- It was me!
Fishermen of Dimmsdale,
you mustn't go through with this barbaric ritual.
Fishing is mean!
- Oh, boy! It's Chloe k*ll-Joy.
You know what's mean?
Keeping me off my dad's super awesome boat!
- Sorry, Timmy.
Every living creature, no matter how slimy
or foul-smelling,
has the right to thrive and live out its life
without the thr*at of being harmed.
- You tell 'em!
Uh, the girl said that!
There's no such thing as a talking megaphone!
- Take this woodpecker for instance.
I would never harm it,
despite the fact that it's causing me excruciating pain.
If you look into your hearts,
I know you'll find a similar compassion for the fish.
- [blows conch shell horn] To the lake!
[yelps]
- Woo-hoo!
Cosmo, look at all the cool, shiny buttons!
- Press the red one. That's always a bad choice.
[beeps]
- Uh, Dad, I just accidentally fired a m*ssile.
- Oh, don't worry. We've got five more.
Activating Fish Finder!
[beeps]
Fish Finder, find Juan.
- Which one?
- No, Juan!
- No one? How can I find no one?
- I've got a m*ssile with your name on it,
you stinking Fish Finder!
- Hey, look!
- It's Juan! Activate Fish Magnet!
[triumphant music]
♪
[magnet humming]
Yes! I caught him!
The trophy's mine!
[suspenseful music]
♪
Mmm-puh!
♪
[grunts]
Curse you, metal plates in my head!
- Oh, no!
Timmy's dad has caught a poor, helpless fish.
Wanda, I wish the fish could fight back!
[heroic music]
- Hola, Juan!
I'm gonna turn you into fish sticks
and eat you out of my big, shiny trophy.
- I do not think so, Señor Dad.
Because now the shoe is on the other foot,
as you creatures with feet might say.
- I got punched by a talking fish!
[screams and grunts]
- Launching missiles.
- Fishing is awesome! [crowd screaming]
[dramatic music]
- [screams]
- [screaming]
- Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
- Wait a minute.
Fish can't talk and punch people!
Unless... Chloe!
- Holy Mackerel, Timmy!
Something's fishy! Looks like you're floundering.
Ooh! I love fish puns!
- [screams]
- Mi amigo! Little bowl-bound brother,
the revolution has begun.
Join me in my fight against the feet creatures.
- That sounds like a terrible choice.
I'm in! Viva la Revolución, Timmy!
- Ha, Timmy!
You got schooled.
As in a school of fish. You get it?
Fish puns!
- Un-wish your stupid wish!
I want to go back on that awesome boat.
It had missiles!
- Absolutely not!
I'm sure that the fishermen have learned their lesson,
and man and fishkind can now coexist in perfect harmony.
- [blows conch shell horn]
I declare w*r on all fishkind!
Especially Juan!
Ooh! What's this blue button do?
[alarm buzzes] [screams]
[cheering]
[upbeat Latin music]
♪♪
- We have driven the feet creatures from our land,
which is actually water.
You know what I mean.
[cheering]
- I have no idea you what you mean,
but I've been thinking.
Rather than live here in peace and harmony,
why don't we bump this revolution up a notch,
and take the fight to the feet creatures?
[cheering]
- My gifted dance partner is right.
We will destroy their city and drive them from their homes.
And you, my little fish friend,
will lead us!
[cheering]
- I'll do it!
Oh! This could be my worst choice ever!
- Got to practice casting for tomorrow, Timmy.
- Well, we've caught all the furniture.
I'm gonna go push some buttons on the boat!
[knock at door]
- Ah!
- I challenge you to a duel, Señor Dad.
- And I challenge you to catch me!
I'm being chased by a talking fish!
Why do we have stairs like this?
[screaming]
[dramatic music]
♪
[cheering]
♪
- Boy, leading a fish revolution really works up an appetite.
Ooh! A delicious fish stick!
[chomping]
[gasps]
Don't tell me. Fish sticks have fish in them?
I have outdone myself!
This is the worst choice in history!
[growling]
[screams]
- I feel honored that the birdies used my hair
to make their nest.
By protecting the animals of Dimmsdale,
I've made the world a better place.
all: Viva la Revolución!
[screaming]
[growling]
[both scream]
- Chloe! Un-wish your fish wish!
- Oh, if I do, the fish will be in danger.
But if I don't, Dimmsdale will be destroyed!
There's no answer!
And I'm not good when there's no answer!
- Well, I guess it's up to me.
Oh, I hate when it's up to me.
- Yeah, we're not too happy about it either, Timmy.
- I know! We'll call a truce,
and let the fish and fishermen talk it out.
What? It's not the worst idea in the world.
[all straining]
What do you know?
It was the worst idea in the world.
- I will not back down, Señor Dad, until you
and the other feet creatures stop fishing in my home,
which is actually a public lake.
You know what I mean!
- I have no idea what you mean,
but I will not stop fishing until I catch you
and get that shiny trophy!
Aha! I caught him!
Give me the trophy!
[yelps]
[both grunting]
- Wait! I have a plan.
We've been trying to give everybody what they want,
but maybe the solution is giving them what they want
by not giving them what they want.
- Spoken like someone who's been pecked on the head
by a woodpecker.
- Fellow feet creatures,
revere me as I win that shiny trophy
by catching Juan!
- Which one?
[circuitry sizzling]
- I'm taking back our public lake!
[cheering]
- [straining]
Huzzah! I caught Juan!
[cheering]
[triumphant music]
- [chomps and growls]
[screaming]
- Ah-ptooey! - [grunts]
Thanks for not chewing, you revolting bottom feeder.
- Thanks for not really hooking me,
you evolutionary catastrophe.
- I won the trophy, Timmy!
I like myself!
Ooh, what's this green button do?
[alarm buzzing]
Why do I even have this?
- Your plan worked!
Dad got his trophy,
and Juan scared the fishermen away for good.
- You see, Timmy?
Creatures of the planet can live together in perfect harmony.
Don't even think about it, woodpecker!
- You know what I mean!
[jazzy music]
♪
- Frederator!
10x05 - A Sash and a Rash/Fish Out of Water
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Series follows the adventures of Timmy Turner, a 10-year-old boy with two fairy godparents named Cosmo and Wanda who grant him wishes to solve his everyday problems.
Series follows the adventures of Timmy Turner, a 10-year-old boy with two fairy godparents named Cosmo and Wanda who grant him wishes to solve his everyday problems.