(lively music)
(snoring)
- Huh?
- He's so cute when he sleeps!
- Our little angel!
- Shh, don't wake him up!
- Happy birthday, Timmy!
- Wanda? Cosmo?
What are you guys, crazy?
- You're a grown man still wearing horsey pajamas,
and you're asking if we're crazy?
- Crazy with excitement!
- Happy 23rd birthday, Timmy Turner!
- Whoa!
Thanks, guys!
- Go ahead, Poof.
Give it to him.
- Thanks, Poof!
- Poof Poof.
- But you know what I'd really love
is to get those first words out.
Come on, buddy. Let's hear them.
What are they, Poof?
Come on.
- I think he's going to do it!
(belches)
- Well, maybe next time.
- Open it quick!
It's from me!
If you like it, that is.
- Oh, a sword?
- I hope he likes it!
- Wait, you mean--
- Birthday pirate battle!
- Whoa!
- Ha! Avast, ye salty peanuts!
(grunting)
- Yikes!
- Aah!
- To the right!
To the left!
Everything you own in a box to the left.
- Behind you!
(panting)
- Little help, guys?
- If you die, can I have your bike?
(snickering)
- Nice one, Timmy!
- Boo!
- You're a worthy adversary, Timmy Turner.
Happy birthday.
- Thanks.
See you guys next birthday.
- Arr!
- Yep.
My birthdays just keep getting better every year,
thanks to you guys.
- Don't we always have the best time?
- I can't tell time.
(lightning bolt noise)
- Timmy Turner.
This is the last birthday party you and your fairies
will ever have together.
By the way, happy birthday.
- Ooh!
- "Da Rules"?
- Yes.
And look at this right here.
Page 1438, paragraph 3, subsection D!
- "A godchild loses his fairies when he grows up--" not me.
- Yay!
- "he leaves home--" not me.
- Yeah!
- "Or experiences life's true magic, love."
- Well?
- Again, not me.
The only girl I ever kissed was Tootie.
It was 13 years ago, it was forced upon me,
and I did not enjoy it.
- Look out!
(making kissy face)
- Ooh.
Anyway, she moved away, and no one ever saw her again.
So love?
Not even an issue.
- True.
According to Timmy's love meter, he's not in love.
- This is not a game!
The longer you keep Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof,
the more you put them in danger of being exposed to capture.
- Like I said, not an issue.
Relax.
Have some cake.
- Keep your cake.
Inevitable fairy-go-bye-bye party.
I will find a way.
I will make you grow up.
I am Jorgen, the most powerful fairy ever!
- Can I have some cake?
- Happy birthday, Timmy!
- The want ads?
- Really? Ooh.
They need unskilled workers at that new dynamite factory.
Sounds exciting and dangerous!
- Quick, open mine!
Home rental listings!
- Ooh!
- Ooh, look here!
"Quaint 2-bedroom, perfect for starting a family
"or simply moving out of your parents' house!"
- This is the same stuff you guys got me last year.
I know it sounds way too good to be true,
but I'm never leaving you guys, I'm never getting a job,
and I'm never getting married.
I just love you both way too much.
Love, love, love, love, love.
- Well, ha!
You have to leave, because your mother and I
just sold the house.
We're finally going on our dream vacation around the world.
- Well, what can I say?
I really wish you hadn't sold the house.
- Huh?
(tires squeal)
(humming)
- Sorry!
- Oh!
- Got to go!
Love you guys, love school, never leaving!
Love, love, love, love, love!
(both crying)
- Why won't our son grow up?
(bell dings)
(grunting)
- Riddle me this, class.
How does a 23-year-old man still manage to stay
in the fifth grade all these years?
How does he do it?
How is it even possible, hmm?
- Oh, boy.
Here we go.
- Yes!
Now, I remember.
He has fairy godparents!
Fairy godparents!
Ohh.
- Well, I've been in this class for 13 years.
How come no one's ever seen these fairy godparents?
- Oh, they will, Turner.
See, I know you're remaining childlike
in order to keep your fairies.
And I'll play along with your game,
'cause soon, I will catch them, and then,
it will be I, Mr. Denzel Crocker,
who will be making the wishes around here!
Go on.
Make a wish.
I dare you.
- Okay.
I wish you had the atomic runs.
(groaning)
- I need to use the restroom.
Silent study until I return.
Enjoy this one, Turner, because it will be your last.
Oh!
(groaning)
Make way!
Coming through!
- Silent study?
Boring!
Who'd rather play dodgeball?
- Yeah!
(cheering and laughter)
- Hall passes, people!
Hall passes!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
- Best day ever.
Crocker has diarrhea.
- And school is let out early due to impending tornadoes.
- When it's totally sunny out.
Crazy, huh, mouse?
- Crazy? If getting out of school early on my birthday
and having more time to be a kid is crazy,
well, then, people, strap me in a straightjacket.
- Later, Timmy.
- See ya.
(cell phone rings)
- Hey, guys.
- We are so proud of you, Timmy!
- We'll always be together!
- You got that right.
There is nothing in this world
I'd ever give you guys up for.
(bewitching music)
Aah!
- Timmy!
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Then can we do it again?
It was fun!
- Yeah, sure. I just--
- As the mayor of Dimmsdale, it is my honor
to present the president and CEO of Magnate and Power,
Mr. Hugh J. Magnate Jr.!
(cheering and applause)
- Thank you.
Thank you, your honor.
That's quite a handsome goat you got there.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, ever since daddy slapped a shovel
in my little hand, I have been looking for fuel
to run our everyday lives.
And so, when my high-tech thermal satellites
detected a massive, untapped combustible resource field
under the city, I decided to come here
to Dummsdale and see for myself.
(laughs)
- Dimmsdale.
- What?
- Dimmsdale.
- Timmy!
What are we doing?
- May I present,
The Magnate Power Oil Well Hotel,
to be built on the site of this grotty, stinky,
yucky, pokey little park.
Are you ready to tear down this park
and make way for the future?
(cheering and applause)
- Timmy's staring at that girl.
- Ooh! I'll give him a slushie.
See? It worked!
Oh, wait, he's still staring.
(applause)
- There's nothing wrong with the old Dimmsdale.
And there's nothing wrong with the Dimmsdale dogwood.
(active music)
- Nice move!
- The tree I grew up with and climbed in this very park.
- Listen, sister susie saffron, wheatgrass-gulper,
whatever your tree-hugging name is.
You don't want to mess around with Hugh J. Magnate Jr.
So why don't you just toddle off to your yurt
or wherever home is.
- This is home.
I was raised right here in Dimmsdale.
And the name's not saffron-sippin',
wheatgrass-gurglin' anything.
It's Tootie.
(all exclaim)
- Tootie?
- Here it comes again!
(giggling)
- I suggest you move your conifer-kissing keister, missy.
- Not gonna happen.
Not if you're going to knock down this tree.
- Well, have it your way.
Boys!
Tear it down.
- She is awesome!
- Awesome?!
(engine roaring)
- Hey!
You can't tear down that tree with a girl chained to it.
- Don't get your knickers in a bunch, pimple monkey.
She'll move.
They always do.
Well, they usually do.
(whimpers)
- I wish the bulldozers would break down.
(engine rattles)
- Well, what are you waiting for?
Don't just sit there.
Use chainsaws instead!
(chainsaw engines roaring)
- I wish the chainsaws were balloons!
- Up, up, and away!
(laughter)
- I wish Chompy the goat would eat Magnate's pants.
- What's happening, Janice?
- The mayor's goat just ate your pants, sir.
(laughter and indistinct talking)
- So it did.
- Well, it looks like the Dimmsdale dogwood lives
to see another day.
- Tootie?
Wow, I got to tell you, that was incredible.
- Timmy Turner.
Look at you!
You haven't changed a bit.
Not even a little.
- Where have you been?
- Oh, you know, just traveling the world,
making a difference, and trying to help helpless creatures.
What have you been up to?
- Oh, uh, I'm still in school.
- Wow.
An educated man.
And look at this.
You show up, and all these amazing things happen.
It's like magic.
- Magic?
(whistling)
No, no, no.
Me? No magic.
No. Not here.
Are you kidding? Come on.
No, no, no.
- Well, it's great to see you.
(beeping)
(all exclaim)
- Daah! Aah, aah.
- What's the matter?
- Uh-uh, sunburn on my back.
No hugs till it heals, doctor said.
Got to go!
- He is so smooth.
(glowering music)
- Talk about humiliation.
As we speak, my $4,000 pants are coursing
through the digestive tract of a goat.
How'd this happen, hmm?
Janice, how did my perfect plan get so un-perfect?
(cell phone rings)
What?
- I hear your perfect plan just got un-perfect.
If you want answers, meet me tonight, 8-ish,
in the alley, corner of Hall and Oates.
- Denzel, who are you talking to?
- Quiet, mother.
I'm on the phone using my voice disguiser.
- But your mac and cheese is ready.
- Oh, boy!
Mac and--
I mean, uh, come alone.
- I am Hugh J. Magnate Jr.
Are you the mystery man from on the phone?
- Indeed, I am.
Isn't technology great?
- Who are you?
- The answer to your problem.
And your problem's name?
Timmy Turner.
- These are from today,
when everything went funny.
- Not funny.
Fairy!
These are his fairies.
His fairies are the key to your success
or failure.
(chuckles)
- Incredible.
And to think, I thought you were crazy.
- Ehh, creepy, not crazy.
- I can't believe I'm listening, but I am.
- I need to complete my greatest invention,
the atomic fairy incarcerator.
So, you give me money.
I catch the fairies.
Timmy Turner becomes powerless.
I wish the tree to be leveled so that you, Hugh J. Magnate,
build your oil-gulping monstrosity of a hotel.
- You're serious.
- As a ham.
Very hungry!
So, do we have a deal?
- It's true.
The only thing that could stop someone like me
would have to be magical fairies.
- I guess we're in business, then.
- If you can help me build my hotel, then I guess we are.
(both laughing)
- I didn't plan that.
- Timmy, what's the matter?
Sad because your birthday's over?
- I think I need to go to the doctor.
My stomach's all in knots, and my heart is racing.
- Dr. Cosmo in the hizz-ouse!
Ahh, no fever.
Time for a full exam.
- You've been acting sick since you saw Tootie
in the park yesterday.
- Sick? No.
I just have a cold or something.
Still, she's so brave, so sure of herself.
(beeping)
- Oh, no!
You're falling in love with Tootie!
That means you're growing up, and you'll lose us forever!
- Uh-oh.
- It also means I don't get to use the glove, doesn't it?
(doorbell rings)
- Timm, Tootie's here!
(all screaming)
- Tootie's here?
- Oh, no!
- We registered you at Dimmsdale department store.
Happy wedding!
(both giggling)
- Wedding?
I was just here to see if Timmy wanted to go for a--
- We got dibs on the blender.
Here!
It dices and purees.
- Ooh!
- Here!
- It's a beautiful, beautiful blender.
Dices and purees!
I just--I'm really here to just see Timmy, so...
- Whoa, whoa!
Aah! Oh!
- It was nice meeting you.
- No.
- Wait. Don't go.
Wait! Don't!
- Our vacation's already paid for!
- We'll give you money!
- Livestock!
- Raisins!
(sobbing)
- Cosmo, we got to stop her before she breaks up our family!
- For once, I agree with your shrill, commanding,
and authoritative voice!
I mean, I love you!
(panicky music)
(bewitching music)
- Timmy, we need to talk about Tootie.
We're worried that she's going to--
- Timmy, wait!
Hey, Timmy!
Let's do something really, really fun!
- Yeah, super fun!
- Like shave Crocker, turn your dad into a woman,
turn Wanda into a woman, I mean,
you're the wind beneath my wings!
- You know, you're right.
I mean, we can do anything we want.
That's why I love you guys so much.
I wish we would--
- Hey, Timmy.
- Uuh, hey, Tootie.
Um, uh, wow.
Hey, look at you, here with me, in the same,
still the same area, I see.
- Well, it looks like you're pretty busy, so.
- Uh, oh, yeah, yeah.
You know, this and school,
it's all just so crazy.
- So, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go down
to the waterfront, watch the sailboats, grab a smoothie.
- Uh, yeah.
Yeah, that sounds really neat.
- Oh, no!
She played the smoothie card, Timmy's one weakness!
Mine's lint.
Ooh, lint.
- Focus!
If that love meter gets any higher, we're doomed.
(cell phone rings)
- Uh, sorry.
I got to get this.
Hello?
- Just say the word, and we'll get you out of this mess.
- Actually, I'm all good here.
Oh, and don't worry about me falling into that "L" thing
you we were talking about.
You know, the lake.
Yeah, yeah, I'm all good.
So I'll talk to you when I get home, okay?
All right. Bye.
- Ow.
("Lookin' like Magic")
♫ Never thought my wish would come true
♫ So imagine my surprise when I first saw you
♫ And it looks like it's magic between you and me
♫ Lookin' like magic
♫ The world started spinnin' and turned upside down
♫ It flipped me all over and it spun me around
♫ And it looks like it's magic between you and me
♫ Lookin' like magic
♫ Could it be magic
♫ Feels like magic
♫ Ooh
♫ I made my wish and you cast your spell
♫ We both threw our coins in the wishing well
♫ They're all coming true because me and you
♫ Are happy together
♫ Together
♫ Happy together
♫ Lookin' like magic
♫ Could it be magic
♫ Feels like magic
♫ There's nothing hidden up my sleeve
♫ We just gotta believe
♫ It's gonna be awesome when we take our kids
♫ And toss 'em right up the tree
♫ Just you and me
(classical music)
- I'm having such a great time with you.
- Me, too.
Not really?
- You mean, you're not having a great time with me?
- It's upside-down.
- What's upside-down?
- Uh, this world.
You know, this crazy, mixed-up world we're living in.
I just wish, uh-- I wish I had my hat.
- Wish granted.
- Huh?
- Wow.
Wishes really do come true.
- Ohh.
- Thanks!
- It's a nice change.
- I hate change.
That's why I only change my underwear every 3,000 years.
- You know what I wish for?
- No.
- I wish that we could help rebuild the park
around the Dimmsdale dogwood.
You know, the way it used to be when we were kids.
- Wow.
Nice wish.
I mean, 'cause, you know, it's not a wish for yourself.
You don't really hear wishes like that every day.
- Oh, no!
The meter's right!
We've got to do something to stop this, quick!
- Leave it to me!
- Oh, my gosh!
We're humans!
- Huh?
- And look!
I've got legs that need to be shaved.
Eww!
- Ooh, and I've got underarm hair.
I'm definitely not shaving that.
- We sound weird.
I love it!
- Ooh, pasta.
- Ooh, good evening, everyone.
We're your perfectly normal, not-magic-fairy human waiters
with unbelievably super hairy legs and underarms.
- And we've brought your dinner.
- Whoa, whoa!
- Oops!
Oh, I'm so sorry, miss.
Uh, how careless of me.
- I'll say, you forgot the sauce!
(sputtering)
- I am terribly sorry, madame!
- Well, you should be!
The service here is--
(screams)
(stammering)
- Maniacs! Oh!
- That's okay.
I'll just--I'm going to go to the ladies' room.
I'll be right back.
(panting)
(squeals and cries)
- What are you guys doing?
And what have you done to yourselves?
- We're waiters!
Of course, it's just a stepping stone on our path
to becoming actors.
Stella! Mmm!
- It was the only way we could get close enough
to stop Tootie.
And I hear that the lobster bisque here is delicious!
- Stop Tootie from what?
- From taking you away from us.
You're falling in love, Timmy.
And if that happens, the three of us won't be together.
Oh! I've got an idea.
Why don't you wish that Tootie was in Alaska right now?
- No, no.
I don't want you guys ruining this for me.
In fact, I wish Tootie was all cleaned up.
- Oh.
- That's weird.
- And there's one more wish I need you guys to grant.
(whispers indistinctly)
- Ooh!
- What?
(laughs)
Where are you taking me?
What's the big surprise?
- Look at your new park.
You're the first one to see it.
- It's beautiful!
How did you--
- Let's just say I know people.
- People who can build an amazing park in a day?
- Yep.
(laughs)
- Well, come on!
(giggles)
(lighthearted music)
- Whoa!
- What happened to the park?
- It's beautiful!
- Hey, Timmy!
(laughter and indistinct chatter)
(crying)
- This is my favorite tree ever.
- Wait, it gets better.
- What does a finger snap mean?
Knock that Timmy-stealer out of the tree?
- No!
It means--
(enchanting music)
(cheering and applause)
- Whoa!
- Now I'm positive this is my favorite day ever.
- Oh, no.
The love meter's higher than it's ever been.
- Oh! One kiss, and we're toast.
- Oh, no!
This is the big one!
I'm going to miss him so much.
- Don't worry, Wanda.
You'll always have me.
(sobbing)
(gasps)
- Ohh!
- Timmy!
- Hey, you knocked him out of the tree!
Nice!
- It wasn't my plan, but I'll take it.
- What happened, Timmy?
- Um, I fell out of a tree.
- It looked like you fell out of the tree
so you wouldn't have to kiss me.
- No, that is so not true.
It's just really complicated right now.
- Are you seeing someone else?
- No.
- Did you just get out of a bad relationship?
- No.
- Is it that you just don't like me?
- No.
You just wouldn't understand.
- You're right, Timmy.
I wouldn't understand.
I don't understand how I could love someone
since third grade, someone who rebuilds a park for me,
saves my tree, and then, creates the most romantic day ever,
and then tells me he can't kiss me.
- I take it back.
You understand completely.
- Grow up, Timmy Turner!
Ugh!
(menacing music)
(groans)
- Oh, wow!
Sure feels good to be back to normal.
- I miss the underarm hair.
- Ugh! Men!
Or should I say boys?
Oh! Aww.
Oh, what's wrong, little bunny?
Are you lost in the big city?
(screams)
(grunting)
Let me out of here!
- Check it out!
- They got Tootie!
- And I got tooty-fruity with hot fudge.
I mean, we have to help her!
- Let's get Timmy!
(grunting)
- You?
- Mmm, ironic, isn't it?
Someone who cares so much for helpless little creatues
was betrayed by a helpless little creature.
(laughing)
- Magnate's got Tootie!
Hooray!
- Mmm.
- Well, I mean, it's good that she gets
to ride in a limo, right?
- Yeah!
This means we can always be with Timmy,
and things never have to change, right?
(growls)
- Poof's intense stare of guilt is right, Cosmo.
Here we are, wanting Poof to grow up,
and we're keeping Timmy from doing the same thing.
- You're right, Wanda.
We have to do what's best for Timmy.
- Oh, I'm proud of us, Cosmo.
And thanks for staring some sense into us, Poof.
Let's tell Timmy and save Tootie!
- Don't worry, little fairies!
(screaming)
(laughs)
Yeah, thanks to my atomic fairy incarcerator,
I'll show that Timmy Turner that I now have possession
of his fairy godparents!
- Help!
Timmy!
Help!
(screaming and indistinct shouting)
(laughs)
- Timmy!
- Timmy, are you okay?
- What is it?
- Tootie got kidnapped by a bunny in Magnate's limo!
- Tootie's in trouble?
Well, then I guess I wish she was right here
back next to me.
I wish she was right back here next to me.
- I think something's wrong with Timmy's brain.
- Magnate doesn't just have Tootie.
He's got--
- Let's see if there's a sandwich in here.
(upbeat music)
- I promise, I'll bring it right back!
- Get back here!
- Go get her, Timmy!
- Go get her!
(panting)
- What do you want with me?
- You're bait for Timmy Turner.
Part of the plan.
But don't worry, all will be revealed
in my evil subterranean lair.
(dings)
(rock music)
(dings)
Welcome to my evil subterranean lair.
(laughter)
- What is this place?
- A prison of unspeakable horror.
- What?
An evil subterranean lair has to be grotesque?
An oilman can't attempt to replicate
the lost childhood he never enjoyed?
(laughter)
A place for his friends, if daddy ever let him have any,
could enjoy just hanging round?
(whirring)
(laughs)
Rise!
Up! Up!
(laughter)
- You'll never get away with this, Magnate!
- Enjoy the view, missy.
- Can't wait to see the look on Timmy Turner's face
when we use the fairy incarcerator!
- Let me out of here!
- And turn the power of his own fairies against him!
- Oh, no!
- What fairies?
Mr. Crocker, is that you?
- Uh, no!
It's, um, Jim, Jim
Dinglewhipple?
- Huh?
(laughter)
- So let's te--let's test this baby out.
You press the button and squeeze the magic
from the fairies to you.
Make a wish.
Anything.
- Okay.
You know what I've always wanted?
- Uh-oh.
- I wish I had one of those great big ball pits
daddy never let me play in.
He said I'd get pinkeye.
- Well--
(electrical noise)
(screaming)
- Stop it! You're hurting them!
(whimpering)
- Ooh, I wish it was bottomless.
(electrical noise)
(screaming)
- Yep, it's bottomless.
(laughter)
- And I wish you fell in it, Crocker!
(screams)
- Wait, I thought we had something special!
(screaming)
(wicked music)
- Timmy Turner is so yesterday.
- Well, if he was here right now,
he'd totally take you down.
- You'll never be half the man that Timmy Turner is.
- You call yourself a supervillain?
No way.
Your costume isn't scary, you have no upper body strength.
- No upper body strength?
- Hello?
- I'll show you no upper body strength.
Janice!
- Help!
- Fetch me a mirror.
I wish I had upper body strength.
Oh, oh, ow!
(laughs)
Respect the pecs, fairies!
And I wish you--
- No, boss, wait!
- Were wearing a dress.
(screaming)
- Hmm.
(grunting)
(laughing)
- I wish you were my personal cyborg servant.
(screaming)
Ooh! Ooh!
Oh, wow!
Oh, my own cyborg!
Look!
Look at those deltoids.
Oh, if I had those deltoids, what I could do!
Look at the shine.
Look at the density.
Ping!
(laughs)
(talking indistinctly)
Now, I wish you could dance.
(funk music)
Turn, turn, kick, turn.
Yeah!
Ahh, boring, boring!
You're a boring cyborg.
Get off.
Take five.
(elevator music playing)
(dings)
(grunting)
- Helping helpless creatures.
Helping helpless creatures.
- I wish I had a mustache.
Mmm, yeah.
I wish I had a bigger mustache.
Oh (laughs)!
Ooh, suave.
I wish I had a funnier mirror.
(laughs)
Oh, oh!
This mirror is hilarious!
Don't I look great, Janice?
- You look ridiculous.
And this job is ridiculous.
(dings)
- Magnate.
- Timmy!
- Well, look who decided to join the party.
Well, I'm the host, and you're not invited!
Blast him with a laser.
Hey, I dropped the remote!
Don't just stand there.
Crush him!
Oh, where, where is it?
Where?
Ohh!
Stupid remote.
- Cosmo! Wanda! Poof!
- Help!
Timmy, help!
- Tootie?
- The ball pit!
It's bottomless!
If Tootie falls in, she's gone forever!
- Well, then I wish it was a pit full of pillows!
- Magnate's rerouting our magic.
We don't have much time.
(beeping)
- Don't worry.
I'm going to get you guys out of here.
- Be careful, Timmy!
- Oh, balls!
Help, Timmy!
Help!
Careful, Timmy!
Mr. Crocker fell in there, and he's still falling.
- It's true!
Still falling!
And I've got the pinkeye.
- Little help, guys?
- Sorry, Timmy!
This time, you're on your own!
Oh, I guess I really am on my own.
Don't worry, I got this.
There's nothing sadder than opening up a new toy
that comes without
batteries.
Aww, they're so cute when they're not trying to kill you.
- Hurry!
- Ohh!
- Eureka!
The remote!
(laughs)
- Help!
- Hang on, Tootie!
- Oh, thank you.
- No problem.
All right, let's go get my fairies.
- Yeah, about that--
- We don't feel very well.
- And speaking of fairies, look what their power gave me.
- Timmy.
- Any last words before I blast you out of existence?
- Yes.
I should've done this a long time ago.
It's time for me to grow up.
- Huh?
- I love you guys.
- We love you, too.
- I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.
Time's up!
(screaming)
- I love you, Tootie!
- Huh?
- Oh, come on!
- What's happening?
(rapid beeping)
- Cosmo, he's saving us!
- Whoa.
(grunts)
- What happened to my mustache?
Hey, what happened to my upper body strength?
- Don't forget to feed the dog!
- Cosmo, he doesn't have a dog.
- Well, if you get one, don't forget to feed it!
- I'm going to miss you guys forever!
- Good-bye, Timmy!
- What happened to my magic?
- It was never yours to begin with.
It was never mine, either.
It's about time we both grew up, don't you think?
(stammers and growls)
- It's not fair!
This is so bogus!
Janice! Ugh!
Look, even my wish thingie's busted.
There.
Why does this have to happen to me?
(electrical noise)
Daddy?
(squealing)
- Nice.
(gleeful music)
- Not bad, Turner.
You saved my tree and stole my heart.
- It's amazing what you can do when you're grown up, huh?
- I can't believe it.
All these years, you had fairy godparents
and couldn't tell anyone.
That's pretty amazing.
- Yeah, it really was.
They were my best friends, too.
I just wish I could see them again.
- Timmy Turner, I have something very important to tell you.
- Cool your jets, Jorgen, ok?
I already gave up Cosmo and Wanda,
and I'm a full-fledged adult now.
Tomorrow, I'm even buying deodorant.
- Timmy Turner, you're in for a big surprise!
It is with great honor and a tinge of regret
that we, the fairy council, officially create
the Timmy Turner loop-hole, which states--
(clears throat)
"If there is ever a boy named Timmy Turner,
"who has kept and loved his fairies for over 13 years--"
- And saved fairy world on more than a few occasions.
- Right.
"--and if he promises to make wishes only for others
"and not for his own selfish purposes,
"he may keep his fairies."
- Maybe we'll get to meet the new fairies.
I hope they're as nice as us.
- They are us, you ninny.
- Yay!
- You promise, Timmy?
- I promise.
I promise.
(cheering)
- It is so.
(applause)
- Timmy, we missed you!
- Yeah, without you around, all we do is sit around
and talk about our feelings.
- Hmm?
- Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I love you!
- Hey, guys.
Since you're my fairies again,
there's someone I'd like you to meet properly.
This is Tootie.
- A pleasure.
- Isn't this great, Cosmo?
After all these years, they finally ended up together.
- I give it two weeks, tops.
(both laughing)
- So, now what do we do?
Wow, what's with the van?
- It's our new business, Tootie, for our new life together.
I call it Wishful Thinking.
- It's a way to disguise ourselves
as we drive around the world around the world
granting wishes for people who really need them.
- Plus, it keeps us together as a family,
an extended family.
- Well, awesome.
So that means we could bring water to the Sahara,
and close the hole in the ozone layer,
and help helpless creatures?
- Not only that, we've got cupholders, baby!
- Fancy.
Well, then, I guess we should grant our first wish.
Ready, Timmy Turner?
- Ready, Tootie.
Well, this looks like the beginning
of a magical future together.
Hey, I think Poof is trying to say something.
- Finally!
His first words!
- Yo, man, this is going to be so cool, man.
We're going to be bumpin', man, trying to help the boys out.
You know how we do it.
You feel me, dawg?
- Uh, that's going to take some getting used to.
- Whoa!
Sorry, gang.
It's not like riding a bike.
- Whoo-hoo!
(giggles)
(enchanting music)