Invasion of the Dads/Transcript

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This article is a transcript of the Fairly OddParents episode "Invasion of the Dads" from Season 8, which aired on June 18, 2011.

Transcript[]

Act 1[]

[Fade in on the Turners' house]

Mrs. Turner: Honey, the toilet's broken!

Mr. Turner: [running into the bathroom with a monkey wrench] I'll fix it! [works offscreen. A gush of water from the bathroom knocks Mrs. Turner away]

Mrs. Turner: [offscreen] Thank you!

[Fade to Timmy tilting a desk with a short leg]

Timmy: My desk is kind of wobbly.

Mr. Turner: [enters with a wrench] I'll fix it! [tosses Timmy away from the desk and works on it offscreen. A gush of water knocks Timmy away]

Timmy: [offscreen] Thank you!

[Fade to the living room TV, which is showing static]

Timmy: Aw, man. The TV's broken.

Mrs. Turner: Oh, whatever you do, don't tell your father.

Mr. Turner: [shouts] I'll fix it! [goes to work on the TV with the wrench. The others put on diving masks and snorkels. While he is working on the TV, its screen gushes water that knocks the others away] I made the TV squirt water! It's not supposed to do that. [beat] Is it?

Mrs. Turner: No... But on the bright side, the toilet now gets 200 channels!

Mr. Turner: I'm a complete failure. Yesterday, I tried to fix a pencil sharpener at work, and they had to call in the Coast Guard! [a fish wriggles out of his shirt]

Timmy: Come on, Dad. You're exaggerating.

Mr. Turner: Tell that to Mitch from Accounting. He clung to a floating copier for four hours until they fished him out! [crying] Oh, Mitch!

Mrs. Turner: Oh, honey, don't be so hard on yourself. Whaddaya say we make some popcorn and watch the toilet?

Mr. Turner: It's no use. I'm an incompetent boob! I'm just going to go stand in a garbage can in the alley for the rest of my life! [he opens the front door, and a gush of water knocks him away; offscreen] Oh, come on! All I did was open the door!

[Fade to outside the house. Mr. Turner is standing in a garbage can in an alley behind the house]

Timmy: Come on, Dad. You can't just stand in a trash can for the rest of your life.

Mr. Turner: No, I know, son. That's why I'm installing this comfy trash can bench! [the bench's pieces fall out the bottom of its box] Eeh. I can't imagine they sell many of these.

Timmy: Dad, Mom and I need you. You're the glue that holds our family together.

Mr. Turner: Well, it better be waterproof glue. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a bench to install. [reading a manual] Let's see—"Insert flange A into bench bracket B." [works with the wrench offscreen. A gush of water knocks away Timmy, who screams] Oh, I don't deserve a bench! Ironically, if I wanna throw it out, I have to leave it where it is. [beat] My head hurts!

[Fade to a wet Timmy entering his room]

Timmy: Man, I really feel bad for my dad.

Cosmo: You should feel bad for Mitch from Accounting. [blow-dries Timmy] He shriveled up like a prune in the Great Pencil Sharpener Flood.

Timmy: [looking in a photo album titled "Dad's Aqua Disasters"] I mean, I love the guy, but he is kind of a disaster. It's a good thing there's only one of him.

Cosmo: Timmy, Timmy, Timmy. Wait. I lost my train of thought.

Wanda: I think you were about to remind Timmy there isn't only one of his dad. He wished up a whole planet of them—remember?

Cosmo: No, that wasn't it. It was something about the radioactive uranium I left in his closet. [a green glow comes from the closet. A mutated insect crawls out, grows much bigger, eats the nightstand, and burrows through the floor] By the way, I think you have termites.

Timmy: Wait! Wanda's right! I did wish for a planet of Dads. I wonder how they're all doing' now.

[Fade to the Planet of the Dads, now a futuristic utopia. A Dad flies with a jetpack. He lets go of it and falls screaming into a fountain]

Dad #1: Morning, Dad!

Dad #2: Morning to you, too, Dad! Did you watch Dancing with the Dads last night?

Dad #1: Yeah! Who knew Dad would make the finals?

Anchorman Dad: [on a blimp screen] And now for sports. The Dads beat the Dads today in a rousing game of dadball at Dad Stadium. Looks like trading Dad for Dad really paid off! [he is given a paper] Ooh! This just in. President Dad is about to address the planet. We now go live to the Dad House.

[The blimp screen switches to showing the Dad House]

President Dad: [on the screen] My fellow Dads, ever since we abolished the monkey wrench, we've evolved into a nearly perfect civilization. But as you know, we're still missing something crucial in our lives. As I gaze out the window at our great Mom-uments, or stare at my priceless Mom-a Lisa, or eat a delicious Mom-let... I still have no idea what that crucial missing piece is!

Scientist Dad: Mr. President! I've located the thing that's missing in our lives!

President Dad: Is it Mom-hatten clam chowder? Cause I'm sick of eating Mom-lets.

Scientist Dad: No, sir! It's a creature named Mom on a planet called Earth!

President Dad: Ooh! Notify the space fleet. We're going to Earth to get this Mom thing! And to get me some milk to wash down these Mom-aroons! [eats one and chokes]

[Fade to Dimmsdale in the morning. A shadow falls over the town]

Mr. Turner: [sleeping] Monkey... [snores] wrench. [snores] Water rising. [snores; reaching forward] Hang on, Mitch! [he falls over and the garbage can lid falls on his head. The shadow darkens Timmy's room]

Timmy: Whoa. What's going' on?

Cosmo: Well, Wanda burned the bacon, and I had a nightmare that I was smart and people held me accountable for my actions. Oh, and yeah. There's a fleet of alien spaceships hovering over the house. So, what's going' on with you?

Timmy: Alien spaceships! Ah! [he, Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof look out the window and see the Dad-shaped ships]

President Dad: [on a ship screen] Greetings, earthlings! Oh, hi, Timmy!

Dads: Hi, Timmy!

Timmy: Whoa. Those are the Dads I wished up, and they've evolved into an advanced civilization.

Wanda: Not that advanced. Their leader's eating a taco upside down. [the filling falls out of the taco]

President Dad: Another empty taco? Hunh! What are the odds? [Timmy and the fairies appear on a hovering platform in front of the screen]

Timmy: Uh, hi, Dads. What are you doing' here?

President Dad: We've come for the creature you call Mom.

Cosmo: No! You have a perfect civilization. Why would you want to add a woman to it? [sees Wanda glaring at him] I'm not smart, Wanda. You can't hold me accountable.

Timmy: Wait. What did you say?

President Dad: Eeh, my taco's empty?

Timmy: After that.

President Dad: What are the odds?

Timmy: After that. What did you say about Mom?

President Dad: Oh. Eh... we've come for her!

Timmy: What? You can't have my mom!

President Dad: Timmy, Timmy, Timmy. [beat] Ooh, wait. I lost my train of thought. Oh, right! We're taking your mom whether you like it or not! Our manly planet needs her!

Timmy: Well, so do I! I don't know what I'd do without my mom!

[A flashback to Timmy watching TV begins]

Mrs. Turner: Timmy, do your homework!

[Ripple transition to Timmy playing a video game]

Mrs. Turner: Timmy, do your chores!

[Ripple transition to Timmy drinking lemonade on a hammock]

Mrs. Turner: Timmy, do your taxes!

Timmy: I'm ten!

[The flashback ends]

Timmy: Come to think of it, I wouldn't have to do anything without my mom. You can take her. No, wait! You can't have her. I love her, and I'd miss her.

President Dad: You're young. You'll get over it. Commencing Mom extraction... [the ship flicks the platform away. Timmy lands in the front yard]

Timmy: Guys, we can't let the Dads take my mom!

Cosmo: Ah! How about we give them someone else's mom? I know! We'll give 'em Wanda! Then they'll be sorry! And I won't have to do my taxes!

Timmy: Cosmo, that's a great idea!

Wanda: Timmy!

Timmy: I'm not going to give them you, Wanda. [dialing on a cell phone] I have another mom in mind. [on the phone] Mr. Crocker, how'd you like to send your mother on a little vacation?

Mr. Crocker: [enters the yard with a sack] I'm here, Turner! Point me to the incinerator!

Mrs. Crocker: [in the sack] Denzel, do I get my surprise now?

Crocker: Soon, Mother. Soon.

Timmy: Not so fast. If I do this for you, I want an A.

Crocker: I'll give you a C.

Timmy: Deal! Now just go up front and lay your mom gently on the lawn. [Crocker tosses the sack onto the lawn]

Mrs. Crocker: Ooh! Are we at the hotel?

Timmy: My mom's in the sack! Come and get her! [one of the ships abducts Mrs. Crocker. The ships leave, then immediately return. Mrs. Crocker is thrown at Mr. Crocker, knocking him away]

Crocker: [offscreen] You get an F, Turner!

President Dad: Timmy, that wasn't your mom. We're not even sure it was a woman. We're taking your mom, and you can't stop us!

Timmy: Guys, we got to protect my mom! No telling what diabolical trap they'll set to take her away!

[Cut to Mrs. Turner looking out a window]

Mrs. Turner: Oh, my! A trail of fluffy kittens leading to an ominous shadow. That's not suspicious at all. [picking up the kittens] I'll call you Snowball and I'll call you Snowball, and since you're white and fluffy, I'll call you Bob. [the ship casting the shadow starts abducting her]

Timmy: Where's Cosmo?

Cosmo: [as one of the kittens] Bye, Timmy!

Timmy: Ah! I wish my mom, and Cosmo, were safe inside the house! [Wanda and Poof grant the wish] Phew!

President Dad: She just disappeared! How is that possible?

Scientist Dad: As you recall, Your Presidentness, Timmy has fairies. He used their magic to create us, and now he's using their magic to keep Mom to himself.

President Dad: We're handsome!

Scientist Dad: Focus, Mr. President. I have a plan to drain the fairies' magic.

President Dad: Ooh! How are we going to do that?

Scientist Dad: We're not going to do that. Timmy is! [he presses a button that reveals a robotic Timmy, then presses it again, and the robot is launched into the Sun] Ooh! Whoops! Oh, my aim was really off there. Luckily, I built two robots. [presses a button that sends another Timmy robot to the house]

Timmy: [to the fairies] Thanks for saving my mom, guys. I better go keep an eye on her until that spaceship leaves. [leaves]

Timmy Robot: Hi, guys.

Wanda: Did you forget something, sport?

Timmy Robot: Yeah. I forgot to make ten thousand wishes. [the fairies look at each other]

[Cut to the kitchen]

Timmy: Mom, what happened to you? [she has become swollen]

Mrs. Turner: Well, apparently, I'm allergic to kittens. [sneezes herself away]

[Cut to Timmy's room, which is being filled with various things as the exhausted fairies grant the Timmy robot's wishes]

Timmy Robot: And I wish for a pony and a racecar and a jukebox and a ping-pong table and a roller coaster and a skateboard...

[Cut to the living room]

Timmy: Mom, you can't leave the house—the dads will get you! I mean, where are you going?

Mrs. Turner: To the store for cat food and antihistamines. [a ship floats in front of the house. A sign reading "shortcut to the store" that points to the ship is planted in the ground, and the ship puts down a gangplank. Mrs. Turner backs out through the garage door, drives into a fence, reverses into the sign, and reverses into the ship]

Timmy: Mom, no!

Mrs. Turner: Bye, Timmy! I'm off to the store! [the ships fly off]

Timmy: Ah! Cosmo! Wanda!

[Cut to Timmy's room]

Timmy Robot: And a gumball machine and a magnifying glass and an alien—

Cosmo: Timmy, the room is totally full of wishes! There's barely room for us, let alone Wanda's giant ego!

Wanda: I don't have a giant ego!

Cosmo: Really? Then how do you explain this coffee mug that says, "Wanda is awesome"? [sees the mug reads "Cosmo rocks"] We don't have room for this!

Timmy Robot: You want to save room in here? Then you be the magnifying glass. [Cosmo poofs the magnifying glass away and turns into one. He focuses sunlight onto Wanda]

Wanda: Sport... I'm really hot.

Cosmo: Ah, there's that giant ego again.

Timmy Robot: You want to cool off? I wish you were a block of ice.

Wanda: [grants the wish and falls on Poof] Timmy, you're squishing Poof.

Timmy Robot: Well, maybe it would help if he were smaller. I wish Poof was a bug. [she grants the wish, and Poof flies onto her]

Wanda: Okay, sport, enough's enough. Wish us back to normal.

Timmy Robot: [takes the fairies' wands] Mission accomplished. Your magic has been drained. Initiating self-destruct. [explodes]

Cosmo: Oh, no! Timmy exploded! We're so fired!

Timmy: Guys, you gotta help me! [the fairies are crying] Ah! What's going on here?

Cosmo: Not now, Timmy. We're too sad about Timmy blowing up.

Wanda: Wait a minute. That wasn't the real Timmy. We've been tricked.

Timmy: Okay. I don't know what you're talking' about, but the dads got my mom! You've gotta poof her off their ship! [the fairies raise their wands and rattle, which go limp]

Wanda: Oh, no! We're out of magic!

Timmy: Ah! What am I going to do?

Cosmo: Things do not look good. But that could be because I'm standing under a pony. Easy, Butterscotch!

[Fade to black]

Act 2[]

[Fade in on Mr. Turner sleeping]

Mr. Turner: Look out, Mitch. [snores] Sharks... [snores] circling the copier!

Timmy: I've got to save my mom! How long before you guys get your magic back?

Wanda: Our wands have to recharge. It'll take hours while the magic downloads from Fairy World.

Timmy: Aw, great. How am I going to get to the Planet of the Dads?

Cosmo: If only you'd wished up a spaceship before you exploded. Ooh, look! [referring to a quarter he is magnifying] A giant quarter! We're rich! We can buy a spaceship now!

Timmy: A spaceship! That's it! We can borrow Mark Chang's! [Cosmo focuses sunlight onto Wanda]

Wanda: Cosmo! You're making me melt!

Cosmo: This is no time for romance, Wanda! Timmy's got a problem! [the focused light burns Timmy's hair and hat]

Timmy: Everyone hop on the pony! We're going' to the dump!

Cosmo: Don't say "dump" in front of Butterscotch!

[Fade to the Dimmsdale Dump, where Mark Chang is bathing in filth]

Mark Chang: ♪ Oh, Vicky! You are so icky! You are so sicky and ticky! Oh, Vicky! Oh, Vicky! ♪

Timmy: [rides in on Butterscotch] Mark, I need your help!

Mark: Yo, Timmy! Like, ditto! Can you scrub my back with the bottom of your shoe?

Timmy: Not now, Mark! A bunch of alien Dads stole my mom and turned my floaty friends into a magnifying glass, a block of ice, and a bug!

Mark: Whoa. Busy morning. All I did was take out the cereal and eat a bowl of trash. [burps on Wanda]

Wanda: Don't you mean you took out the trash and ate a bowl of cereal?

Mark: Ew! That's gross! Timmy, your block of ice is a sicko! [eats trash]

Timmy: You gotta fire up your ship, Mark! [going into the ship with him and the fairies] There's no telling what terrible things those Dads are doing to my mom!

Mark: Up, up, and away, duuude! [the ship blasts off]

[Cut to Mrs. Turner eating part of a cookie a Dad is offering her. Other Dads are offering chocolate and bouquets]

Mrs. Turner: You know, you people remind me of a much less wet version of my husband.

President Dad: Allow me to explain. We're taking you to our planet to worship you as our queen!

Mrs. Turner: Ooh, that sounds nice. I just have to get back by Thursday. I've got to get my husband outta the trash can before the garbage men come.

[Mark's ship is following the Dad ships]

Timmy: Okay. We need a way to distract the Dads so we can rescue my mom.

Mark: Use this, dude. It was a Valentine pre-sent from my beloved Vicky. [opens a box of cherry bombs with a note reading "Die!" taped to the lid]

Timmy: Chocolate-covered cherry bombs! Awesome! We'll set up an explosion and sneak off with my mom! Hey, where's Wanda?

Cosmo: I put her in the freezer to keep her from melting any worse. [opens the freezer door] Looking good, honey! [closing the door] Holy cow, she's hideous!

Wanda: I heard that!

Cosmo: Not you, sweetie. I was talking about... Timmy. Wow! The Planet of the Dads has three giant suns! [he focuses sunlight onto the firecrackers, which detonate and fill the ship with chocolate; offscreen] Yay, chocolate!

[Fade to a parade on the Planet of the Dads. Mrs. Turner is sitting on a throne in a float]

Dads: Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!

Mrs. Turner: This is the second-nicest alien parade in my honor I've ever been to.

Dads: Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! [the float is going toward a palace in Mrs. Turner's likeness. Mark's ship lands in a topiary. The float stops in front of the palace]

President Dad: Welcome to your palace, Queen Mom! [the inside of the palace is like a pub]

Mrs. Turner: It's very nice. But it could use a woman's touch. [puts a fern on the pool table. Dads gasp. President Dad's eyes fill with tears]

President Dad: [shouts] It's perfect! [as Timmy and company watch from outside] The void in our lives has been filled! Mom, we're all going to be so happy together! We'll go to fancy restaurants, take long walks on the beach, and you will make our Friday night dances way less icky.

Mrs. Turner: Well... that sounds fun, but I... I need to go home now.

President Dad: Home? [chuckles] I'm sorry, but you can't leave. [Dads block the door] This is your new home! Forever.

Mrs. Turner: Say what now?

Scientist Dad: You see, in exactly one hour, this giant wormhole is going to open. Then we're going to fire a thruster that will shoot our planet inside! We'll disappear into a distant galaxy where no one can ever take you away from us!

Mrs. Turner: You can't do that! My family needs me! And I need them! [beat] Also, I didn't pack for a trip through a wormhole. [Dads tie her up, and she screams as they drag her] Help!

Timmy: Oh, no! We've got to do something! Guys, are your wands recharged?

Wanda: Uh, mine's only at 50%, sport.

Cosmo: Hold on. Lemme check mine. [he focuses light onto Poof's wings, making them catch fire]

Poof: Poof poof! [falls to the ground and moans]

Cosmo: Oops! Sorry, Poof!

Timmy: Wait. We don't need magic! Mark has a Fake-I-Fier! Quick, Mark! Turn into something that'll stop the Dads!

Mark: No problem, Brah! [turns into a stick of butter]

Timmy: That's your secret weapon? Butter?

Mark: Shya! All the dads have to do is eat me, and their cholesterol will go through the roof! [chuckles] In a matter of months, they'll be outta shape and easy to overpower.

Timmy: That won't work! We need to stop them now! [makes him turn into a battering ram] That's more like it. [uses him to break through the door]

Dads: Look, it's Timmy! Hi, Timmy!

Timmy: All right, Dads. Hand over my mom!

President Dad: Sorry, but you can't have your mom. We went through a lot of trouble and kittens to get her. [snaps his fingers. Hundreds of Dads surround Timmy]

Timmy: Ah! There are too many of them! We don't stand a chance!

Mark: I know! I can turn myself into some lead paint! If they lick me, in, like, 20 years...

Dads: [running toward Timmy] Get Timmy! Get Timmy! Get Timmy!

Timmy: Retreat! [Mark turns back to normal, and he and company board his ship]

Mark: Up, up, and away again, duuuay! [the ship blasts off]

Dads: Bye, Timmy!

[Cut to Mark's ship in space]

Timmy: Gotta think. In less than an hour, my mom will be shot into a wormhole and gone forever! How soon 'til your wands have power?

Wanda: We're only at 70%, sport. We won't have our magic back in time.

Cosmo: The hideous melting ice blob that used to be Wanda is right! You're on your own, Timmy!

Timmy: How'd they get so advanced? I mean, they're based on my dad, and he's a walking disaster!

Cosmo: It's true. [melting Wanda] He destroys everything he touches. The toilet, the TV, your childhood...

Timmy: Wait a minute. My dad! He might be exactly what we need!

Mark: Really? Cause I do have some dynamite.

Cosmo: Ooh, look! We're passing the suns again! [makes the dynamite explode; offscreen] I should really stay away from the window.

[Cut to the ship touching down in front of the house. Timmy opens the front door, and water gushes out and sweeps Mr. Turner, who is still in the garbage can, outside]

Timmy: Dad, what happened?

Mr. Turner: [holding a frying pan and the wrench] I tried to make dinner for your mom to apologize for flooding the house, and I flooded the house! [cries]

Timmy: Get it together, Dad! Mom's been kidnapped by aliens, and I need your help to save her!

Mr. Turner: [sobs] You're just trying to make me feel better. Face it, son, I destroy everything I touch! [puts his hand on Timmy's head. A gush of water hits Timmy]

Timmy: That's what I'm counting on. [covers the garbage can]

Mr. Turner: [as Timmy rolls the can into the ship] I'm spinning! [the ship blasts off]

[Fade to the ship touching down on the Planet of the Dads]

Timmy: Whoa. ["wanted" posters with his image are on buildings] This is going to be harder than I thought. Mark, we need a disguise.

Mark: You got it, bro! [turns the ship into a gumball machine] No. [turns it into a trophy] No. [turns it into a Chinese restaurant] Whoops. That's the "turn the ship into a Chinese restaurant" button.

Mr. Turner: I smell egg rolls! [Mark turns the ship into a Dad-shaped building; as the garbage can rolls out of the ship] Spinning again! [Timmy gets out of the can, looks around, and runs off. Mr. Turner gets out of the can] What a handsome planet! Now the question is, where are they keeping your mother?

Timmy: Uh, in the Mom-shaped building?

Mr. Turner: Boy, those aliens are dumb. Your real mother doesn't have a door in her chin. [Timmy looks toward the screen] How are we going to get in? The place is guarded by an army of male models!

Timmy: Here's the plan. [whispers to him]

[Fade to later]

Mr. Turner: [to the guard Dads] Hey, fellow intergalactic Dad types! I caught Timmy!

Dads: Hi, Timmy! [they clear the way inside the palace]

Mr. Turner: [going into the palace with Timmy] Live long and propane.

[Cut to inside the palace. The roof opens, revealing the wormhole. Dads operate a control panel. A thruster moves the planet closer to the wormhole]

Scientist Dad: Wormhole launch in T-minus three minutes. [Timmy and Mr. Turner are hiding behind a desk]

Timmy: Okay. I'm going to rescue Mom. You stop them from launching the planet into a wormhole.

Mr. Turner: But how?

Timmy: Just take your wrench and go fix that control panel. [gives him the wrench]

Mr. Turner: I'm not sure I can do that, Timmy. For the love of Pete, I flooded the house trying to make hot dogs!

Mrs. Turner: [offscreen] Help! Get me out of here!

Mr. Turner: That's your mother. She screams that a lot in her sleep. All right, Timmy, I'm going' in! [he and Timmy run off in different directions. He pulls the scientist Dad offscreen and wears his clothes] Hello, fellow alien Dad types! May the horse be with you!

Mrs. Turner: [struggles] This is an outrage. You have no idea how to treat a lady, and your toilet gets terrible reception. [a toilet with antennas makes static noises. She continues to struggle as Timmy peeks inside the room she is in]

Timmy: I'm going to need some backup. [runs into Dads]

Dads: Hi, Timmy!

Timmy: Uh-oh! [the timer reaches 29 seconds]

Dad: [to President Dad] Good news, sir! We caught Timmy trying to rescue his mom! [Timmy is tied up]

Mrs. Turner: Timmy! You've come to save me!

Timmy: Well, I tried. Now it's up to Dad to save us both.

Mrs. Turner: He's here? You got him out of his trash can?

Timmy: No. You did, Mom. He came to rescue you.

Mrs. Turner: [smiles] That's so sweet. But I'm surprised the place isn't flooded.

Timmy: If my plan works, it will be. [his father winks at him and rips out wires connected to a control panel display, making all the displays malfunction]

Mr. Turner: Eeh, uh... uh-oh. The doohickey next to this thingamabob is on the fritz. But don't worry! [holding up the wrench] I'll fix it!

President Dad: Not the monkey wrench! Stop him! [Dads start attacking Mr. Turner. The timer reaches two seconds]

Mr. Turner: Wrench fix! [uses the wrench on a display. Water floods the room. The thruster explodes, and the planet stops moving toward the wormhole, which evaporates] I did it! I cleverly disguised myself as one of you and thwarted your plan without being discovered! I stopped the launch. [untying his family] I'm not a loser anymore! [the family hugs]

Mrs. Turner: Oh, I never thought you were a loser, honey.

Mr. Turner: I'm going to give you a big kiss, then take you home for some soaking wet hamburgers! [Timmy babbles as Dads approach. Before his parents can kiss, he shoves them into the garbage can and puts the lid on]

Timmy: [rolling the can out of the palace] At least I didn't have to watch them kiss.

Mark: Nice rescue, dude! [chuckles] Now, where did I park the ship? [presses a button that makes the ship's gangplank come out and crush him] Found it! [Timmy takes him and the can inside the ship, which turns back to normal and flies up]

Wanda: You did it, sport! You saved your mom!

Timmy: Guys, your wands are recharged!

Cosmo: Yeah, like, 20 minutes ago! Didn't you get our text?

Timmy: Let's just get outta here.

Dads: [crying as the ship leaves] Mom!

Wanda: They miss her, sport. You know they'll come back for her.

Timmy: No, they won't. Cause I wish for a planet of Moms. [the wish is granted]

Dads: [cheering] Yay! / Woo-hoo!

Mom #1: Ladies, we're going to need a lot of ferns. [the ship flies away]

Cosmo: Well, there's no way this could possibly come back to haunt you!

[Fade to Mr. Turner grilling hamburgers outside the house. Timmy and the fairies show up. Ships from the planet of the moms overshadow everyone]

Mom #2: People of Dimmsdale, we've come for your kittens!

Timmy: Quick, Dad! Flip the burgers! [his father does so with the wrench]

Mom #2: [screams as a gush of water hits her] Oh, never mind.

[Iris out on the mom. The end title card is shown. Fade to black]

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