♪ 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! ♪
Here, Sparky, Sparky, Sparky.
Who's a hungry boy?
I am!
We get a dog?
It's not abnormal for a child to have an imaginary pet
or a friend, hmm?
Play along.
Yes, Sparky, eat up!
Time to eat your food!
Look, Sparky, it's your favorite--
roast carrots and lumpy chicken.
Oh, yeah! Give me that sauce.
Ooh!
Hazel Antoinette Wells!
All right.
You caught me.
It's just, I'm not very hungry for this food.
Not hungry for grilled asparagus, sautéed baby
carrots, juicy tomatoes, and a seasoned-to-perfection
grilled chicken breast?
My compliments to the chef.
Oh, wait, that's me.
Ha-ha!
Now, who's ready for dessert?
Is there something else you'd like to eat instead?
Oh, and don't say--
French fries?
You've asked for French fries every night this week.
But French fries are my favorite food
in the whole entire world!
I would eat them for every meal for all eternity if I could.
Oh, baby, I love that you're so passionate about fries,
but you cannot eat them for every meal.
Mom's right, Hazy Bear.
It's important for kids like you to have a balanced meal.
Bon appétit!
Really?
both: After your dinner.
Sparky, you want some dessert?
Hey, Hazel.
How was dinner?
Our dinner was delightful!
Cosmo made Rain-Bow Tie Pasta.
That's nice.
Mom and Dad wouldn't let me have French fries for dinner--
again.
Is it because you didn't ask for them in French?
Puis-je avoir a me go....
No, it's because they want me to eat a "balanced meal."
I don't understand why I can't eat
French fries for every meal.
Ooh, I feel a starchy wish coming on!
I wish I could have unlimited French fries.
Order up.
Commande... Commaaaa...
Yeah, coming up!
Morning, sweetheart!
Your breakfast is ready.
Thanks, Mom and Dad. Love you! Bye!
- Have a great day. - I love you.
I had a bowl of fries for breakfast,
and my parents didn't even bat an eye.
That's fry-no-mite.
Or as the French would say...
C'est merveilleux.
I hate to break it to you, Cosmo,
but every fry lover knows that French fries
didn't originate in France.
Quoi?
They're actually a Belgian dish.
Boy, you sure know your fry facts.
And did you know "Frenching" is a culinary term that
refers to the process of cutting
food lengthwise into strips?
That's why they call them French fries.
What's your favorite type of fry, Squirt?
I'm glad you asked!
♪ I like 'em thin and crunchy with a smattering of salt ♪
♪ I like 'em wedged and chunky, ♪
♪ Dunked in any kind of sauce ♪
♪ I like 'em limp and noodly and waffled like a scoop ♪
♪ Could be any fried potato, tater tots, I like 'em, too ♪
♪ I got salt on my lips and shiny fingertips ♪
♪ And I know why I love fries ♪
♪ What about hash browns? ♪
- ♪ I'll allow it ♪ - Yams? ♪
♪ If they're fried, then yes ♪
- ♪ Potato scallops? ♪ - ♪ I'm gonna count it ♪
both: ♪ Scalloped potatoes? ♪
all: ♪ That's a baked potato dish ♪
♪ But it's similar in spirit ♪
♪ Baby, you're so much, so much more than a side ♪
♪ Twenty-four three-sixty-five ♪
♪ I love fries ♪
That's funny.
I look like a potato.
I'm a potato!
Potato. Potato.
- A potato! - Ahh, it's a potato!
Shh. Guys, it's me, Hazel.
Ah, po-tazel, po-tahzel.
We probably should have mentioned the old saying
"you are what you eat" is literally true
when it comes to eating large quantities of magic food.
Sorry, Spud-- I mean, bud.
You ate so many potatoes, you turned into one.
Seriously?
I can't be a potato.
Turn me back into a human right this minute.
Uh-oh.
I had a feeling that would happen.
Uh-oh? Uh-oh?
What uh-oh?
Oh.
There's gotta be something in here about accidentally turning
your godkid into a potato.
Oh, let's see.
Your kid's a portal to another dimension.
Ugh.
Don't ask.
Oh, yes, here.
Looks like we're gonna have to consult
Mother Nature on this one.
Mother Nature?
As in ruler of the elements, giver of life,
goddess of all earthly creation Mother Nature?
That's the one!
Oh, I can't meet Mother Nature looking like a potato!
Hello, friends.
Welcome to Mother Nature's garden.
Mother Nature, we're, uh--
Please, call me Mother.
Oh, Mother, it's an emergency.
Do you have any more of those delicious banana-cream muffins
you made the last time we were here?
'Cause they were delicious.
Move aside.
That is one gorgeous potato.
Look at the potassium.
High levels of fiber.
Chlorogenic acid.
And the sugars, ah, so simple.
Did I make this?
Uh, sort of.
We kind of need your help turning
our godkid back into a human.
Godkid?
This potato's a human?
Yep, she, uh, went a little yam on the tater,
if you know what I mean.
Uh, no, I don't know what you mean.
What's this?
Looks dangerous.
That's for slicing vegetables.
And it's very dangerous.
So don't touch it.
Follow me.
Don't touch.
Hee-hee.
So what's going on?
I ate 436 pounds of potatoes in two days.
Gah!
I just love them so much.
They make me feel so warm and happy.
Oh, I'm glad they make you feel good.
It's nice to love something with all your heart.
But sometimes, if you love it too much,
it can cause harm to the body.
Bodies are made to love and give life.
So we have to treat them with love and take care of them.
Moderation is the key.
Understand?
I understand.
I'm thrilled you're such a big admirer of my art.
Out of all the vegetables, potatoes
are my favorite to create.
In fact, would you like to see the Mother Potato?
Hot potato!
Ain't she?
The mother fruits and vegetables
bear the blueprint, or DNA, for every fruit
and vegetable on Earth.
Now, that's what I call a tater!
I've got a mother lentil, mother squash, mother plum.
Everything comes from the mother.
Everything.
Why, Hazel, if you'd eaten the mother potato--
we'd have a big problem.
Oh, Hazel!
Rotten!
Ooh, Mother Nature is not pleased.
Do you realize what you've done?
You ate the Mother Potato!
But I-- I didn't know that--
Now, because of your selfish ways,
no potatoes, magical or real, can be created
from that Mother Potato.
Ever?
Um, oh, no!
We're sorry, Mother Nature.
Please don't cause any natural disasters out
of anger, like hurricanes, tropical storms, wildfires,
floods, earthquakes.
Cosmo, you're giving her ideas.
The machine!
No, Hazel!
Hazel, what are you doing?
It's all my fault!
I let everybody down, including Mother Nature.
I have to fix this so the world can enjoy potatoes again!
Gah!
You're gonna get Frenched!
Wah!
Oh!
Whoa!
Oh!
Slice me like fries and spread me across the globe!
Squirt!
I'll be the world's potato!
Get down from my giant vegetable slicer!
I'm sorry to yell, but you needn't be so dramatic, child.
I never said you had to be the Mother Potato.
What I need is for you to help me plant a new one.
Ohh!
I overthought that one, didn't I?
I'm sorry I ate your Mother Potato.
And we're sorry we didn't warn you about the consequences
of magical overconsumption.
Thanks, Wanda.
To be honest, I love being a potato,
but I want others to be able to enjoy them, too.
How can I help?
Ah, let me show you.
Thank you, Mother Nature!
If you got any of those delicious banana-cream
muffins on hand--
Bye!
Wow, you made all this by yourself, Hazelnut?
You could say I had a little help.
Well, it looks delicious
and so fresh and healthy.
Expanding your palate to enjoy more than just French fries
is a sign of growth.
Proud of you.
Well, you know what they say.
You are what you eat.
Bon appétit!
both: Bon appétit!
You want some, Sparky?
I sure do!