♪ 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! ♪
[eerie, jazzy music]
♪ ♪
Who has two thumbs, nine toes--
after an unfortunate Weedwacker snafu--
and is receiving an award tonight?
both: You are!
At first I thought it was me,
but I have nine Weedwackers after an unfortunate toe snafu.
Tonight's the 96th Annual Parascience Pageant
at the Galax Institute-- unaccredited--
honoring the top para-scientists.
I'm so proud of you, Dad.
Your job is giving you
a "Persistence in the Face of Doubt" award,
which means, um-- what's that mean again?
Your father doesn't give up,
even when everyone else thinks he should.
That's right. Around every corner,
there's a mystery to be found.
They all said a ghost containment unit
was impossible.
Well, I showed them. [laughs]
Ain't it a beaut?
So cool!
The all-stars of parascience are gonna be there.
Ugh. It's a shame my hero,
Anthony James Jr., won't be present.
He founded the Galax Institute when he was just ten years old.
[sighs] I sure wish he was coming.
That would make the night extra special.
Dad said the magic word.
I wish tonight was extra special for him.
[gasps] Hey, now look at that!
Just got word that Anthony James Jr.
is coming tonight.
[laughs] Ask and ye shall receive.
[laughs]
[camera shutter clicking]
Ooh, we Wells certainly clean up well.
[chuckles]
We sure do.
It sometimes feels like I've been wearing
the same clothes for months.
I love my handbag!
[both exclaiming]
[both groan]
Okay, family, we just gotta
go through the security checkpoint.
We official here at the Institute.
No metal in here.
Oh, no, that's not a metal detector.
That's a paranormal detector. [chuckles]
We here at the Galax Institute, we're always on the lookout
for aliens, shape-shifters, sea monsters,
magical creatures, witches, elves--
all: Fairy godparents?
Oh, if they existed. [chuckles]
Can you imagine?
Oh, wait, I just want to get--
[alarm beeping]
Whoa, whoa, what? We found magic!
[whimpers]
Sorry, I have to confiscate your bag to, uh...
I'd love to help with that. I'm--
both: Anthony James Jr.!
Founder of the Galax Institute?
[triumphant musical sting]
You can call me AJ.
Right this way, Mr. AJ, sir.
Wait!
Oh, no, I've lost them.
[jazzy music playing]
Maybe Mom and Dad can help.
Did you see Anthony James Jr.?
His head was so shiny.
Should I shave my head?
Ooh, plantains in the shape of planets!
Plantainets! [laughs]
Mmm. Oh, oh. Mmm, tasty.
Oh, I'm having the time of my life!
Oh, I can't bother my dad right now.
He's having the time of his life.
That was my wish after all.
Gotta find my bag myself.
Hey, I thought there were only eight planets
in our solar system.
That's what they want you to think!
Who said that?
I did, me!
[dramatic musical sting]
[bird caws]
Crocker, Denzel Crocker.
Should I know what that means?
I suppose not.
Welcome to my booth,
where I share my many discoveries
with the top minds in parascience!
What brings you here?
Want to learn about the Mothman?
The Mothballman?
[yells] Fairies?
[gulps] Uh, no, thanks.
But maybe you can help me.
I lost my handbag.
I'm trying to find it without causing a scene.
I can help you, precocious little girl in pink headwear.
I know every nook and cranny of the place.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
It's an honor to visit the Magical Objects Room
with you, Mr. AJ, sir.
Since you're here, would you like to handle
testing the confiscated object yourself?
This is quite an outfit.
Oh, thanks. It's just my uniform.
The Fairy De-Atomizer 3000.
Hm, you know we invented this here at the Institute, right?
It can turn fairies into fairy dust.
Yeah, an all-powerful fairy could be dangerous.
You find one, you zap 'em.
Oh, no! We're gonna get de-atomized.
I don't want to get de Adam eyes.
I like my own eyes!
Around every corner,
there's a mystery to be found!
[bird caws]
Inside every trash can,
there's a mystery to be found!
Through every air duct,
there's a mystery to be found!
[chuckles] You kind of sound like my dad.
Why aren't you a scientist here?
I wasn't always a janitor.
No, I used to be a schoolteacher in Dimmsdale.
I dished out Fs with reckless abandon.
Given my paranormal prowess,
I applied for a professor position
at the Galax Institute-- unaccredited.
But they rejected me,
called me obsessive and erroneous baloney-ous!
Because I didn't have proof.
- Proof of what? - Proof of--
Fairies! I mean, my handbag.
Hmm. Shocking.
What? What is it?
Wha-what did you find?
This bag is genuine leather.
[stomach rumbles]
Are you hungry?
Want to see if they have any more hors d'oeuvres?
Oh, wow. You can read minds too?
No, I heard your stomach growl.
Ugh! Ow, my hip!
Hey, my bag!
both: Phew.
Thanks so much.
[device beeping rapidly]
Wait a second.
Hmm.
If my handheld Magic Detector is going off,
and your handbag was confiscated
and taken to the Magical Objects Room,
then that could only mean that your handbag
or the contents therein are nothing but a clever disguise
for none other than your very own...
fairy godparents!
[excited gibberish]
Pshh. Fairy godparents?
What? Fairies don't exist.
There's only one way to find out.
You can do it, Hazel. Pull harder!
[both grunting]
Oh, yes, victory is mine!
Finally, the proof I need
to join the Galax Institute-- unaccredited.
Fairies!
[laughs wildly] I've done it.
I've finally done it.
I've finally captured...
a Boot-ify makeup kit and French fries?
But--but where are the...
fairy godparents?
- Thank you. - You're welcome!
Was that Crocker out there?
You know him?
He's a fairy catcher
who used to terrorize our last godkid.
And before that, he was our godkid.
Ah, memories.
Well, if you don't poof out of here quick,
Crocker will expose you to the world,
and I'll lose you forever.
Then we won't have any memories.
Oh, no one's gonna believe Crocker
unless he catches us.
And for that, he'd need a butterfly net.
Fairies are powerless against them.
And Crocker is so notoriously bad at this,
the only way he could possibly catch us
is if he covers the entire building in a butterfly net,
which is impossible.
[laughter]
[snickering villainously]
[loud thud]
Crocker covered the entire building
in a butterfly net, didn't he?
[sinister music]
♪ ♪
Well, let's just hope he doesn't have access
to any of the fancy science equipment.
[clears throat]
Persistence in the face of doubt
means never giving up,
never letting down, never turning around
and deserting your dreams.
A new method has arrived
for catching paranormal creatures.
It has a lot of power...
[ominously] And it's coming for you.
Why would you say "it's coming for you"
when it's a ghost-catching device?
Dramatic effect.
I have to prove that my life's work wasn't for nothing.
If I reveal fairies are real,
they'll have to let me into the Institute.
I'll finally be somebody.
So we can do this the easy way or the hard way.
Oh, it's the Fairy De-atomizer 3000!
Either come with me willingly
and get relentlessly poked, prodded, and probed,
or I'll vaporize you!
Wow. You got to admire this guy's
persistence in the face of doubt, huh?
What?
[all yelp]
I knew you reminded me of someone,
that kid I used to terrorize with the pink hat.
Oh, what was his name?
Tubi? Trombone? Trebuchet?
Turner!
Ah! This is getting out of hand.
♪ ♪
[giggling sinisterly]
[hearts thumping]
Fine, I wish Crocker stopped trying to reveal fairies.
Oh, we can't do that, squirt.
As long as the building's covered in a butterfly net,
we're powerless.
Of course you are.
If only your dad's ghost containment thingamabob
could contain Crocker too.
[gasps] Cosmo, you're a genius!
Aww.
Keep Crocker busy for a sec.
both: What? - [chuckling]
[both yelping]
Come to Papa!
I can't believe it.
It's happening for real!
Finally!
Fairies! Fairies! Fairies!
both: Ah!
[chuckling]
[both whimpering]
[yelling]
both: Hazel!
Oh! [exclaims]
Ow, my hip--again!
Looks like Crocker just hit...
Crock bottom.
[triumphant musical flourish]
I sure would have loved for someone to unveil
a discovery like "aliens are real" tonight.
But the reality is, the parascience community
would be nowhere without the unknown.
Go, Dad!
Thank you, Marcus Wells.
I'm the founder of the Galax Institute.
And this is the "Persistence in the Face of Doubt" award.
I can think of nobody more deserving than--
Me! Denzel Crocker!
I should have given up years ago!
Someday I'll own this place, mark my words!
Ugh!
[machine burps]
[triumphant musical flourish]
Oh, uh...
He does this every year,
so we brought a backup.
[laughs] Ooh.
That's my dad!
Huh? What are you looking at?
This is my award, I tell you!