♪ Timmy is an average kid ♪
♪ That no one understands ♪
♪ Mom and Dad and Vicky ♪
♪ Always giving him commands ♪
Bed, twerp!
♪ Doom and gloom, up in his room ♪
♪ Is broken instantly ♪
♪ By his magic little fish ♪
♪ Who grant his every wish ♪
♪ 'Cause in reality ♪
♪ They are his Odd Parents ♪
♪ Fairly Odd Parents ♪
Wands and wings!
Floaty crowny things!
♪ Odd Parents, Fairly Odd Parents ♪
♪ Really mod, pea pod, buff bod, hot rod ♪
Obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice.
Giant snake, birthday cake, large fries, chocolate shake!
♪ Odd Parents, Fairly Odd Parents ♪
♪ It flips your lid when you are the kid ♪
♪ With Fairly Odd Parents! ♪
Yeah, right.
( bell rings )
♪ On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me ♪
♪ A partridge in a pear tree... ♪
Yes, with the partridge and pear tree shortage over,
it's Christmastime again.
Good evening, Dimmsdale.
It's Christmas, and I'm Chet Youbetcha.
Yes, Christmas.
( cheering and applause )
Better than Easter, more loving than Valentine's Day,
and nowhere near as useless as Arbor Day.
( thudding )
Even the bitterest of enemies
have put their differences aside
as everyone anxiously prepares for the arrival of Santy Claus.
I'm Chet Youbetcha
saying I ho-ho-hope you have a merry Christmas.
( groans )
What's wrong, Timmy?
Merry Christmas, Cosmo?
I bet he never had to spend Christmas Eve with Vicky.
Hey, Frosty the snow twerp,
got some more fruitcakes for you to wrap.
Come on, sport, cheer up.
I can't, Wanda.
Every Christmas Eve,
I'm stuck doing whatever Vicky tells me to do.
I know. Remember last Christmas
when she sold you and your friends
as ice sculptures?
( tires squealing )
Ooh-hoo-hoo!
I'll take the Chester
and A.J. ice sculptures.
Timmy will love these.
So cold!
I'm free!
So cold! Man...
every Christmas Eve, my parents are out shopping
and I'm stuck here with Vicky.
But it's worth it,
because tomorrow's Christmas,
the greatest day ever!
Incoming!
( engine whirring )
That's the last one.
( forklift beeping )
Who are all these gifts for?
Nobody.
I just like making you work.
Merry Christmas, Timmy.
We're ho-ho-home.
( chuckling )
Oh, I'm in the spirit.
( "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" plays )
Merry Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Turner.
Is it time for my Christmas bonus?
Yup. This year, you get to leave early.
MRS. TURNER: Bye, Vicky.
Wow, a Vicky snowman.
Vicky's gone!
Which means it's time to decorate the house!
All right!
Tomorrow's Christmas!
Uh, you don't have to work or shop
or do anything that would make you
bring Vicky back here, right?
No. All we have to do tomorrow
is be with you, Timmy.
And drink eggnog.
I mean, be with you, Noggy.
Come on. Come on.
( rooster crows )
It's Christmas! It's Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
Egg ( snores ) nog.
( snores ): Eggnog.
Merry Christmas!
Mine!
I mean, mine me Christmas, Timmy.
Come on! Come on!
Let's go see what Santa brought.
( gasps )
Wow! It's amazing.
And I don't have to share any of this.
I love being an only child.
Geronimo!
Mine!
( submarine beeping )
I love the smell of Christmas in the morning.
( helicopter whirring )
Dive, dive, dive!
♪ Christmas day is here once more ♪
♪ Gifts and love and joy galore ♪
♪ A special day that wipes the floor ♪
♪ With the other 364 ♪
♪ I wish every day could be Christmas ♪
♪ 'Cause Santa brings gifts every year ♪
♪ He's reading my list ♪
♪ He's feeding the deer ♪
♪ He's hauling my gifts from the North Pole to here ♪
♪ I wish every day could be Christmas ♪
♪ 'Cause every other holiday reeks ♪
♪ New Years Eve's for Mom and Dad ♪
♪ The Easter Bunny's eggs smell really bad ♪
♪ Valentine's Day always makes me sad ♪
♪ 'Cause Timmy just can't get a girlfriend ♪ What?
♪ I wish every day could be Christmas ♪
♪ 'Cause nice fairies get their rewards ♪
♪ I got pudding, I got slacks ♪
♪ I got all my back hair waxed ♪
♪ Santa grants wishes while we relax ♪
♪ And Timmy still can't get a girlfriend ♪
Stop that!
♪ There's just no other day like Christmas ♪
♪ My family stays here, it's real cool ♪
♪ Just me, Mom and Dad, I'm so very glad ♪
♪ There's no Vicky, no Vicky, no school ♪
And no Vicky. Right.
♪ I wish every day could be Christmas ♪
♪ Then I'd get the best gift of all ♪
♪ My parents stay home to say ♪
♪ We love you, Noggy ♪
Mine!
♪ Wouldn't Christmas each day be the coolest of all? ♪
♪ I wish it were Christmas ♪
♪ How I wish it were Christmas ♪
♪ I wish it were Christmas ♪
♪ Each day. ♪
( snoring and sighing )
Well, he said "I wish."
I know.
( beep )
I just wish he didn't.
( electronic whirring )
( rooster crowing )
It's Christmas!
Again!
( snores ): Egg... nog.
Eggnog.
Merry Christmas again.
But honey, you have to go to school,
and we have to go to work.
No, you don't.
Look!
♪ On the second day of Christmas ♪
♪ My true love gave to me ♪
♪ Two turtle doves ♪
♪ And a partridge in a pear tree. ♪
Well... okay.
The calendar's never lied to me yet.
See.
Santa came again.
It's Christmas again!
Geronimo... again!
Cosmo, Wanda, you did it!
It's Christmas again.
Well, that was one big wish you made, Sport.
But there's something we really should tell you.
I've never been happier.
So, what were you going to say?
Uh...
Dive, dive, dive!
( train horn blowing )
We hope you enjoyed your second day
of Christmas, Timmy.
These have been the best two Christmases ever.
Wouldn't it be great
if we could be together like this all the time?
It sure would, Timmy,
but your mother and I have to work.
Eggnog doesn't buy itself, you know.
No, you don't.
If it kept being Christmas,
I just don't know what we'd do.
We'd probably panic.
Oh, well, good night.
It's Christmas!
BOTH: Again?
It's Christmas.
BOTH: Again?
Geronimo.
( thud )
Hey, this is a toy puddle.
Where's my toy ocean?
Well, you know, Timmy,
I'm sure Santa's doing the best he can.
( "Pop Goes the Weasel" plays )
He's never had to make toys
for this many Christmases before.
Well, honey, if we're going
to have a fourth day of Christmas,
I have to get more eggnog!
And I'm good with that.
Oh, thanks, Lockjaw.
All right! Nog!
( singing listlessly ): ♪ It's the 15th day of Christmas ♪
♪ And my true love gave to me... ♪
Pants?
Uh, yeah, pants. Pants.
Okay.
Wow! 15 Christmases and counting.
I know. This is the best!
Right?
NEWSMAN: This is the worst.
It's ho-ho-horrible.
As Christmas enters its third week,
the world screams,
"Christmas is entering its third week!"
Because it's still Christmas, the banks are still closed.
ALL: We want money!
To buy eggnog!
Stores are closed.
ALL: We want food!
And eggnog.
To buy.
And the schools remain closed.
I'm good with this.
Everywhere, adults are doing all that they can
to prevent yet another visit from Santa.
And military forces across the globe remain on high alert.
( bells jingling )
Deploy the decoy chimney.
Release the cookies and milk.
Everybody pretend to be asleep.
( cloth ripping )
I hope I get a football.
Hmm...
cookies.
( lasers firing )
What is the matter with you people?
I'm just doing my job.
As the world falls apart at the seams,
people everywhere are asking,
"Who is responsible for this,
and how can we tear them limb from limb?"
Uh, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah, he's cute when he's angry.
That may be true, but I think the world
has had enough Christmas for one year.
I wish it wasn't Christmas anymore.
Uh, we can't do that, Timmy.
We don't have enough power.
What do you mean?
What's going on?
Who are you guys?
I'm the Easter Bunny.
These are the other holidays.
And you are in a lot of trouble, kid.
I'm in trouble?
What did I do?
Your stupid "Christmas every day" wish
means the rest of us holidays
don't get to deliver joy to the kids of the world
ever again.
Who are you brightly colored freaks?
I'm the Easter Bunny.
That's Baby New Year.
( deep voice ): Goo.
It's going to be a big year.
Cupid, from Valentine's Day.
Sometimes...
love hurts!
And please give it up for the comedy stylings
of the April Fool.
Pull my finger...
and perish!
( laughter )
And that's Halloweenie Dog.
( barks )
That's not the spirit of Halloween.
All right, he's my dog.
I just hate to travel without him.
( baby talk ): Yes, I do. Yes, I do.
What do you second-rate, not Christmas holidays
want with our Timmy?
He better unwish that wish, or he's going to get an egg
where the sun don't shine.
You mean the closet?
But there's nothing we can do.
We don't have enough magic left.
What?
Oh, Timmy, there's something you didn't know
when you made your wish.
Giving gifts to everyone in the world takes a lot of magic.
So every Christmas Eve,
all us fairies in Fairy World get together
and transfer most of our magic
to the one man on Earth that needs it the most—
Santa Claus!
( phones ringing )
Well, I don't care.
It's "Ho, ho, ho," not "Ho, ho, who."
Fix the sign.
VOICE: You've got magic.
Ho... ho...
holy mackerel!
I'm jolly again!
When Christmas is over, the magic comes back to us.
But now, because it's Christmas every day,
it won't.
We're practically powerless.
Because of this kid...
it's always going to be Christmas.
Which means we don't get to share
our holidays with the kids.
What's up with that?
I just wanted more toys,
and to spend more time with my mom and dad.
And now everybody's so sick of Christmas,
they even want to get rid of Santa.
He's right.
As long as Santa's around this could happen again.
Right.
All we need to do is banish Santa
to the imaginary day of February 33rd
and get rid of him for good.
But to do that, we'll need a little magic.
( gasping )
Yeah, you two are a little magic.
I'll be here all week. I'll be here all week.
Okay.
Let's get hopping.
Santa's in trouble,
and it's all my fault.
I've got to get to the North Pole.
( "Pop Goes the Weasel" plays )
Oh, this is hopeless.
There's nothing here that'll help me get to the North Pole.
DAD: Darn it.
I've looked under this high-speed snowmobile,
portable power generator, all this survival gear,
a detailed map from our house to the North Pole,
so simple that even a ten-year-old child could read,
and I can't find the eggnog anywhere!
This trip could be potentially dangerous,
even life-threatening.
Cool.
But in case I don't die, I better have a backup plan.
Santa's in trouble, and I'm off to the North Pole to help.
If you see me, wish me luck.
And, and help me.
Don't just stand there and stare!
Help me! Help me!
Merry Christmas again, Timmy Turner.
Timmy's log. Stardate: Christmas.
Feels like I've been gone for weeks.
And at this speed, I'll be there in no time.
( motor dies )
I'm out of gas!
GIRL: Welcome to Butte,
the gas capital of Montana.
Got your message on the Internet, Timmy Turner.
Think it's mighty fine what you're doing for Santa.
Merry Christmas.
Or as we say in Montana,
you're standing in cow manure.
Awesome.
( weakly ): Timmy's log. Stardate: Christmas.
No food. So hungry.
Must eat log book.
KIDS: Bonjour.
Are you the one they call Timmy Turner?
Uh, oui.
We got your message on the Internet,
even here in northern Quebec.
GIRL: We wish you luck in your mission.
Merci.
You can keep the snails.
I made it all the way across the ocean to Greenland
and nothing bad happened.
( growling )
Well, that's inconvenient.
APRIL FOOL: Greenland.
It's not green and there's no land.
What's up with that?
Just one country away from getting rid of Santa for good.
Yeah, and then we'll be able to create our own super-holiday.
Hallneweasterweenentine Day.
Hallneweasterweenentine Day?
I didn't think you'd remember.
Hey!
Who the heck is that?
Hi. Am I too late to get Santa?
Who are you?
I'm a holiday, like you.
I'm, uh, Birthday Boy.
Hop in.
I do the hopping around here.
ALL: No more toys for girls and boys!
No more toys for girls and boys!
SANTA: These toys stink!
I'm running out of creative ideas.
Kris, you're working yourself to death.
I don't care, honey.
As long as it's Christmas, and I've got the magic,
I have to give the children what they wished for.
Psst! Cosmo. Wanda.
Timmy?
No, Timmy has a pink hat.
That's Birthday Boy.
Listen, I've got to get to Santa before they do,
but I'm going to need help.
But we don't have any magic.
But you do have those.
Hey, these tires were flattened
with two fairy godparent crowns.
Who could have done that?
And where's your diaper?
This diaper may be stinky,
but it sure is fast.
I'm traveling at the speed of smell!
( crashing )
Santa!
We've got to get you out of here.
Who are you,
and why do you smell like a dirty diaper?
I'm Timmy Turner.
I'm the dope who wished it would be Christmas every day.
Well, son, wanting peace and joy in the world
each and every day is a wonderful sentiment.
But you're getting coal for the rest of your life.
COMPUTER: You've got coal.
Fine.
I don't care if I never get another decent present again.
You're both in a lot of danger and...
Oh, no! They're here!
What are you lesser holidays doing here?
We want to stop Christmas and we're here for the magic.
Get him! Darn it. Mistletoe.
ALL: I like you as a friend. You're a good person.
You've jingled your last bell, bub.
Get him!
WANDA: Hey, they're using us like sponges
to absorb the magic from Santa.
I find...
no joy...
in this!
Losing... holiday... spirit.
He's weakening.
What's up with that?
Not so jolly now, huh, Kringle?
New Year, hit me.
Oh, no!
( laughing )
When this double Grade-A egg explodes,
it'll blow you to February 33rd, which does not exist,
then Christmas will never come again.
No! Leave him alone!
It's not his fault.
I'll never let you hurt Santa!
How you going to stop us, huh?
You're just one little kid.
GIRL: No, he ain't.
He's just the kid who got here first.
( whinnying )
Wow, it's every Web-enabled kid in the world.
( cheering )
We can't fight kids.
Can we?
No.
We wanted Santa gone...
so we could bring our own
holiday-specific joy to children.
So they'd love us, too.
That's what's up with that.
But we do love you guys.
ALL: Really?
What's up with that? Hey.
Just, you know, not as much.
I mean, Santa brings us toys,
and Christmas brings our families together.
Birthday Boy's got a point.
All I do is leave eggs that go bad if you don't find them.
And all I do is get kids to play horrible pranks on one another.
Yeah, but I make kids fall in love with each other.
ALL: Eww!
Point taken.
We're sorry, Santa.
We were both stupid and jealous.
( cheering )
Will you ever forgive us, Santa?
I don't have time to forgive you.
Tomorrow's Christmas again,
and as long as it's still Christmas
I have to give the kids what they wish for.
That's it!
That's how we fix this.
Do you know why it will be Christmas again tomorrow?
Because we keep telling Santa
we want some toy or doll,
or some stupid thing.
And Christmas Day, Santa grants our wishes
whatever they may be.
But if every kid in the world
wished for it to be the day after Christmas,
that's what Santa would have to bring to us.
December 26th!
Quick, everyone write Santa a letter.
Tell him you wish it were the day after Christmas.
♪ I wished every day would be Christmas ♪
♪ Jeepers, how foolish I was ♪
♪ It isn't a gift, it isn't a toy ♪
♪ It's the family and friends that I really enjoy ♪
♪ I wish that tomorrow weren't Christmas ♪
♪ But I wish that the feeling would stay ♪
♪ 'Cause Christmas can always be there in your heart ♪
♪ And never be locked to just one single day ♪
♪ It's great that tomorrow ain't Christmas ♪
♪ In Dimmsdale and London and Rome ♪
♪ If I had just one wish, I think it'd be this— ♪
♪ I really just want to go home now ♪
♪ I really just wish I were home. ♪
Mom, Dad, wake up!
It's not Christmas anymore!
BOTH: It's not?
Yes, the endless Christmas is finally over.
People across the globe are slowly returning
to their everyday lives.
And the bitterest of enemies
gladly return to being the bitterest of enemies.
BOTH: It's a miracle!
( sniffing )
What's that awful smell?
Hey, an egg fell out of Timmy's noggin.
Egg. Noggin.
Mine!
WANDA: "And furthermore, under no circumstances
"is any fairy allowed to grant
an 'I wish it was Christmas every day' wish ever again."
Wow, they've added a new rule.
You really got to mess up big-time to make that happen.
We're proud of you, Timmy.
Thanks, guys.
Now all we have to do is make amends to Santa
for making him work so hard.
How do we do that?
How many houses do we have to hit?
All of them.
BOTH: Merry Christmas, Noggy!
BOTH: Merry Christmas to all, and to all...
One per year!