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- Ahhhhhhh!

Timmy! Help!

- Hang on, guys, I'm on my way.

- Maybe not that way.

Oh!

- Ohhhh!

- Here.

- Oh!

- Later!

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Ah!

Ah! Ah!

- Timmy! - Combo, Wanda, Poof!

- This lava's cooking us to medium rare.

- Can't you guys just zap us out of here?

- Sorry, Timmy.

Something about the magnetic rock in this molten magma

neutralizes our fairy powers.

- And don't even ask about the Wi-Fi reception.

- We're all at the mercy of the maniac in the skirt!

- The maniac?

Legend say Crocker Shaka will quell the volcano's hunger

by sacrificing these magical-- fairy godparents!

And by sacrificing,

I mean to the non-denominational volcano entity.

- Timmy!

- No, wait!

- I'll take it from here, Timmy.

- Huh?

- Sorry, Crocker Shaka, don't mean to pry into your lava life.

- Tootie!

- Tootie...

- But nobody flambés my friends.

- Gung gung bunga lunga. A-he-hem.

- Gotcha!

- Good job, Tootie. - Thanks.

- Oogas! Oogas everywhere!

- Ohhh...

- Oomba.

- Come on!

- Hurry, the cave's closing!

- Run! Timmy! Run! Run! Run!

We've gotta get out of here!

- Oh!

- Come on!

- Timmy!!!!

- Timmy Turner, you did it again.

- Turner!

Wake up, Timmy Turner!

Who said what now?

- Coffee break is over, Turner. Time to get back to work.

And don't forget to re-punch the clock.

I love to re-punch the clock.

- Ha ha!

- And I'm sitting here because?

- Jorgen gave you a summer job

because you're grown up now

and we all agreed that you should work for a living.

Remember? - Oh, yeah, I have a job.

- Even worse--you have a summer job.

Ha ha ha. What a loser.

Hey, I'm here, too. What were you thinking?

- Well, Tootie has that cool summer job

where she helps helpless creatures.

I thought I'd just impress her by working here.

- What girl doesn't love a guy in a yuck disposal unit?

- And you have your own plunger.

That's good.

- Yeah, I guess, but... this just isn't me.

I feel more like--

- Ah! - Ah!

- This being grown up stuff just really stinks sometimes.

- Oh, actually, Timmy, that's another

load of yuck being deposited.

- I sure do miss Dimmsdale.

- Yes, Mother, I found the Dimmsdale shuttle stop.

I'm now awaiting the bus to transport me

to the dirigible station or whatever they're calling

zeppelin conveyance these days.

- Yes, I understand you think this little retreat

will help me with my "problem."

But I assure you, Mother, I am not seeing things.

Fairies actually exist.

- Bye, Timmy. - See y'all later.

- Thanks for the lift, guys. I'll see you tomorrow.

- Goodbye!

Fairy godparents! Ah, ha, yes.

Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer.

Oh.

- I can't believe we're actually going to Hawaii.

Yes, this family vacation is long overdue.

- It is.

- After all, according to my calculations...

we've only spent 16 hours together as a family this year.

- Yes, I'm looking forward to getting to know

our kids even better, Monty. - Marty.

- Anyway, this is so cool!

And I'm actually kinda surprised.

Usually some "thing" comes up at the last minute

and you two can never go anywhere with us.

- Oh, dear, Snookums, we totally forgot about that thing.

- Egad, not the thing!

- The thing.

- We're sorry, kids.

We've got to get to Kuala Lumpur by tea time

or we'll be social outcasts.

- So, let me guess-- no family Hawaii trip.

- Don't be ridiculous.

Of course you're going on a family Hawaii trip.

Just not with your family.

- You two can go to Hawaii by yourselves.

Here, take our Gold Hunk credit card.

- But it's my birthday.

I was hoping for a fat bunny.

- Perfect.

Kuala Lumpur has great shopping.

We'll buy your birthday present there.

- Maybe a koala. - Or a lampoor!

- But how are we supposed to go to Hawaii by ourselves?

There--I've just contacted the best nanny

in all of Dimmsdale. - Oh, yes.

She has quite the reputation in this town.

- Who?

- Yoo-hoo!

Hi, Mulligan family, I'm Vicky, your new nanny.

Sorry I took so long. I hardly had time to pack.

- I'm so excited to take your little angels to Hawaii.

Hey, kids, can you say Hawaii?

- Hawaii?

- Isn't that fun.

And who is this cute little thing?

Isn't this just so, so, so precious.

- Hey, maybe Tootie can get off work early today

and we can take a bike ride down by the lake.

The summer doesn't have to be a complete waste.

- That's the spirit, Timmy!

- Yeah, see? Summer's not so bad when you're not stuck at work.

Hold, please.

- Ever notice how Timmy slathers on lip balm

whenever he mentions Tootie?

- Something tells me he's hoping for kissy lips.

- Come on, guys, my lips are just chapped from, uh...

working so hard. See ya at home.

Later, kissy lips!

Hmm...

- You coming, Poof? - Hmm...

- Soon, my foolish fairy friends,

Your time shall come very soon!

So pretty. Better. Laugh. Laugh.

- Foop here.

Hello, your Highness.

Yes, of course, I'm still on my mission.

Just trying to destroy those fairies, you know.

It is a bit of a boring job.

- What? Oh, no, not to you. I'll get right back on it.

- How wonderful. This is great.

- Timmy!

- Timmy, what are you doing here?

I thought you were at work.

- Oh, well, yes, done for the day.

I was in the area, so I thought I'd drop by and...

- Oh. - I dropped my lip stuff.

Oh!

I've got some lip stuff, if anybody wants any.

- Oh, Timmy, we've got wonderful news.

You remember my mentor, Professor Butterfartz.

- Oh, of course. How could I forget Professor...

Butter... Butter...

- ...fartz, Butterfartz. - That's your name.

- Timmy, you won't believe what we're about to undertake

thanks to Professor Butterfartz' output.

- See? Timmy, the rare spotted dolphin

is suffering from something called dolphin halitosis.

- And if the malady were to spread,

the whole species could be wiped out in one mating season.

- So, guess what Professor Butterfartz created

out of thin air? - Please don't say it.

- A gas. A gas that'll cure the whole species.

- So, naturally, there is only one person

I would trust to deliver my formula

to our spotted dolphin research team in the South Pacific.

Tootie, I have chosen you to pass my gas.

Wait! What? - That's right.

I'm going to Hawaii. - You're going all the way to--

- Hawaii. But just for the whole summer.

- That's great.

- Oh, Timmy, I knew you'd be happy for me.

- Go with the wind. - Oh.

- Well, there goes my summer.

- Best summer ever! - Mom? Dad?

- Timmy!

- You know the pencil company your father works for.

- Pencil Nexus.

- They're having their annual company retreat in...

Hawaii!

- It's a luau in celebration of

the once-in-a-lifetime Aloha Moon.

- Aloha Moon? What's that?

- I dunno.

Oh, and check it out.

My boss is trusting me with a lotta money.

- For some reason, your dad's boss, Mr. Ed Leadly,

has put your father in charge of the closing entertainment--

a real Hawaiian fire dance. - Yeah.

Oh, and look what he wrote.

Oh, I guess Mr. Ed Leadly has some big plans

for your old man, huh?

I don't even know what a fire dance is.

Imagine that kind of trust. Oh, I love my boss!

- That's great, Dad, but maybe you missed this part.

- Eh?

- "If you mess this up, you're fired, Turner.

Cordially, Mr. Ed Leadly."

- I knew it was too good to be true!

- You're right. Oh, no.

I don't know the first thing about fire--or dances.

Oh, I hate my boss!

Now I'm gonna lose my job

and we'll all have to go live in a dumpster.

- Dad, you'll do fine.

Fire dancers practically fall from the trees in Hawaii.

They're everywhere. - They are?

- They have trees? - Yeah, of course.

Now just relax and enjoy your once-in-a-lifetime

Aloha Moon Luau.

- Oh, you see, honey? He's right.

- Yeah, and don't you worry, Timmy,

I will make you a sandwich before we head to the airport.

Well, as they say in France, aloha!

- Bye-bye! - Aloha!

Here we come.

- Aloha--that's Hawaiian

for have a boring summer, Timmy Turner.

- Cheer up, Timmy.

- Just think--only 165 days until Christmas.

- But in Fairy World, time moves slower,

so it's really 656 days. - Yay!

And, as an early gift, we will now escape with our lives!

- Ah! - Turner! You're late!

Again! How many times do I have to tell you?

- You're getting a promotion.

- Huh?

- I need you to take over my position.

I'm going on vacation. Hawaii.

I've entered the Muscle Manly Man Tanning Contest.

This year, I'm going after the big trophy--

Mr. Bronze Bicep.

- And you need me to do what, exactly?

- Abra-cadabrium.

All the magic in the universe is generated by this substance.

Guard it with your life, Timmy Turner.

And never forget... - Oh!

- ...the Abra-cadabrium is the most important thing

in all of Fairy World.

Aloha.

- The Anti-Fairy Council is unhappy

with your progress, Foop.

You're supposed to annihilate

the likes of Cosmo, Wanda and Poof once and for all!

- But, you see, my usual tricks aren't working.

Although I did discover that they have

an amazing power source called Abra-cadabrium.

Perhaps, I could destroy that.

- What? Hey, wait a minute!

My bottle is the source of most of my power.

And the source of most of my apple juice.

I am a baby, after all.

- If you succeed, we'll give your bottle back.

- Splendid!

- But be warned, Foop,

anti-fairies cannot touch the Abra-cadabrium.

It contains far too much goodness.

- Ugh!

- If you touch it, you will be destroyed.

- But if I can't touch the Abra-cadabrium,

then how am I supposed to destroy it?

- That's your problem.

Because, should you fail, your only reward

will be unspeakable horror.

- I think I need to change my diaper.

Some summer vacation.

- Hmmm...

- Timmy, we have wonderful news!

- I'm done working and can enjoy my summer?

- Even better--this.

- Lunchtime!

- Mmmm, rhubarb!

- I can tell Dad made this.

He just wraps stuff up in whatever he finds lying around.

He's clever like that.

Yuck! Ew! Ew!

Huh?

Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?

- Yes, a cream cheese and rhubarb sandwich

without the crusts cut off. The horror!

- No, my Dad wrapped my sandwich in the check

he was supposed to use for his company's party.

When he tells his boss that he forgot this check,

the whole party will be ruined and my dad will be fired.

- Oh, this is awful.

The stress is making my lips chap.

What?

This isn't my lip stuff.

- Like the wind, Tootie.

- Oh, no.

Tootie. And the spotted dolphins.

- Yes, Timmy, I see them, too.

So beautiful. - No.

Tootie took my lip stuff

instead of the cure for the dolphins.

Without this gas, they're doomed.

And everyone's gonna blame Tootie.

- That's it!

We have to go to Hawaii and give Tootie

her dolphin gas and bring Dad his check.

- We can't leave the Abra-cadabrium.

You're responsible, Timmy.

The lives and happiness of fairies everywhere

count on it being safe.

- If I can't stay here and guard it,

I'll just take it with me.

- If you remove the Abra-cadabrium,

the Big Wand will have no power

and you'll destroy Fairy World.

- Including us! - Nooo!

- Not exactly.

Check it out.

- The Big Wand has back-up power.

There--that should keep things humming

until we get back.

- Oh, I have a bad feeling about this.

- We'll be back before Jorgen even knows we left.

What could possibly go wrong?

- We can't be gone long, Timmy.

We're gonna need the fastest way to get to Hawaii.

- I'm all over it.

- Oooh. Gee.

- Wahoo! Yeah!

Prepare for re-entry.

- I wonder what he means by re-entry?

Ohhhhhh! Hot!

Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!

- Aloha, and welcome to Hawaii.

- Put your backs into it, twerps.

It's a long way to the hotel.

- Hm...Oh.

Pull. Yoink.

Huh, I fit right in.

- Ah!

- You must be Denzel Crocker.

Your mother described your hump, cadaver-like skin,

and horrible haircut perfectly.

- Well, I...

- Welcome to Hawaii. Aloha!

- I'm not paying for that.

And I'll have you know I'm only here at Mother's insistence.

I don't actually see things.

- Oh. Well, that's why you're here

at our Defective Obsessive People Enriching Selves seminar

here in Hawaii, Denzel.

You will get to speak with other like-minded new friends.

- You can't just-- - Hey!

See that flying pink elephant over there?

- No. - It's smiling at me.

But I'm not gonna loan it any more money.

- Okay. - That'd be crazy...

after what it did last time.

- Okay, I think this one's got a problem.

- Okay, come along and find your buddy.

- But not I.

I am here to prove to Mother that I'm completely free

of my insane obsession with fairies!

There's my luggage rack.

A human!

- Them! Fairies!

Oh...

- Foolish human.

I shall destroy you like I'm going to destroy

Timmy Turner and Fairy World!

- Destroy Timmy Turner and Fairy World?

Why those are my six favorite words.

Oh...

You're not a fairy. - Huh?

- You're an anti-fairy. I know all about your kind.

You're the opposite of fairies.

You're mean instead of good. Angry instead of happy.

They're cute, you're deplorable. - Deplorable.

We're finishing each other's...

- ...sentences.

- Oh, I see it, too!

- Hold all your money. It'll only break your heart.

Then try and move into your guest room.

- Okay, everyone have their bags?

Let's go do some healing.

- I saw it! - The flying thing!

It's after me! - Call the President!

- I can fly! - Come back! Come back!

- I got this.

- Weirdoes. - Well, there goes my ride.

- Fear not, unattractive human.

I think we may have more in common than you think.

In fact, I think we're gonna be besties!

- Move it, twerps! Vicky's gotta get her beach on!

- Turner!

- Oh, hi, there, Mr. Ed Leadly, sir.

- I'm looking forward to tonight's fire dancers.

- Oh, me, too, Mr. Ed Leadly. When does it start?

- I don't know. - Eh?

- Because you're in charge. - Huh?

- That's why I wrote you a check for a whole lotta money--

to hire fire dancers. - Oh! Uh...

- You know, you confuse me.

I have no idea what you even do at this company.

So I've given you a task to test your mettle,

to see if you're Pencil Nexus material.

In short, if you mess up the fire dance,

you're fired! - Oh!

- You get that, right? - Uh...

- Did you bring the check? - Oh, the check, yes, I, uh...

I have it right here. Yes, I...

I believe it's right here, Mr. Ed--

- Sand? Shells? What, are you kidding?

Of course, he's kidding.

We put the check in our hotel room safe.

Right, honey?

- Safe? Hotel? Right!

We certainly didn't lose it.

Only a foolish fool person would do that.

- Well, I'll be right back, Mr. Ed Leadly, sir.

- Who would have imagined

that my tropical therapy session

would lead to all my dreams coming true?

Sitting on a tree branch. Teaming up with this anti-fairy.

And plotting the destruction of Timmy Turner and his fairies.

- Truly a partnership forged in hatred.

Excuse my asking, new B.F.F.,

but are you sure this is the best way

to initiate our evil plan? - Absolutely!

From our perch 50 feet in the air,

in this ancient acacia tree, we can see for miles.

We'll easily spot Turner

and this Abra-cadabrium that you speak of.

- By ancient, could you mean rotten, old, and unstable?

- Oh, why must you bring Mother into this?

- I'm talking about the tree. - What of it?

- Oh, I see.

Ahhhh...

Oh, hello?

What have we here?

- A cave--creepy, dark, foreboding and desolate.

- Home sweet home.

- It's awful! Terrible, I tell you!

Out of the way, lead head!

- Oh!

- Dear, that is not like you.

At home, you only shove strangers to the ground

when you're at the mall.

- I know. But you don't understand.

I have no idea what I did with that check.

I've lost the money that I'm responsible for.

I'm gonna ruin the luau, then I'll get fired.

I'll have to throw myself into that volcano.

- Oh, now that is just crazy talk.

Not until you give me the room key, our credit card,

and the travelers checks before you jump.

- Room service!

- Not now, Timmy, we're--

Timmy?

- Hey, Dad. I got the sandwich you made for me.

As they say in Hawaii, mahalo.

- Uh, gesundheit.

- What are you doing here, Timmy?

Shouldn't you be working at your mystery job

we know nothing about?

- I brought my work with me.

Oh, and, Dad, you wrapped my sandwich in this.

- Huh? Oh, it's a check.

The check!

- Oh! - You found it!

Oh, Timmy, now I don't have to throw myself into that volcano.

- Oh, Timmy, you saved your Dad and the luau.

We have to go and hire some fire dancers.

We'll hug you when we get back to Dimmsdale.

- Yeah, we'll "pencil" you in.

- Let's go, hon, let's go.

- Best parents ever.

Now, let's go find Tootie.

- Oh, wonderful!

- You must be Tootie.

- Yes, I crossed the entire Pacific Ocean

as fast as I could.

- Dr. Butterfartz has a lot of trust in you, young lady.

In this suitcase may be

the scientific discovery of a lifetime.

- Oh, I hope so for the sake of spotted dolphins everywhere.

- Finally, a cure for...

Chapped lips?

- Uh...Um...

- You know, Tootie, if this is some sort of joke,

it's in very poor taste.

- No, no, it's gotta be here somewhere.

- She left it with me. - Oh.

- Timmy!

- That Tootie--always thinking safety first.

She thought it'd be safer to leave the gas

with a second party, so it wouldn't be...

stolen by pirates.

- That is the most...

brilliant thing that I have ever heard of.

I will let Dr. Butterfartz know

that you have succeeded in passing Butterfartz gas.

- I would assume that he would want you

on the first team tomorrow distributing the serum.

- I would be honored. - Wonderful.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

Until then, why don't you and your ne'er-do-well friend here

relax and enjoy this beautiful island?

- Oh!

Oh, this place is as dark and empty as my tip jar

on Teacher Appreciation Night.

Huh?

Oh...

Oh, look, graffiti.

Isn't any surface safe from the spray cans of young hoodlums?

- These are cave paintings, Crocker,

thousands of years old,

ancient tales that no human or anti-fairy

has ever laid eyes on.

- Oh, of course.

Um...what...what does that mean?

- This cave is an anti-chamber

that can access the volcano's lava stream.

- Mm-hm?

- Eons ago, during something called the Aloha Moon,

the moonlight would illuminate the way

to bring molten lava into this chamber.

The natives used the lava to melt the captured

stone idols of their enemies...

- ...which they believed destroyed their spirits.

- Oh, destroyed spirits? Like my students.

Ho, ho, wonderful! - Wait!

Melted their stone idols! Do you know what this means?

- Yes, it means we're standing in a human cave

that reeks of evil! - Oh!

- Throw in some bingo games and a mini-fridge

and I think I found Mother's retirement home.

Oh, mama!

- No, you idiot, the lava melts stone.

If it melts stone, it'll melt anything.

The Abra-cadabrium is made of

the strongest elements in the universe,

nearly impervious to destruction.

But, if we could figure out how to access this lava stream

during tonight's Aloha Moon,

we could use this chamber and its lava stream

to destroy the Abra-cadabrium and wipe out Fairy World.

But, first, we have to find it.

- Oh, think we could also find a bathroom?

That airline food went right through me.

No, got it.

- Timmy, you saved me. How can I ever thank you?

- You can tell Timmy

he'd better head back to Fairy World before--

- --before he wastes a single second

of our very brief Hawaiian visit.

I just want to avoid Jorgen. - Jorgen, why?

- Come on! - Huh?

♪ Can't seem to get my mind off of you ♪

♪ Back here at home there's nothing to do ♪

♪ Now that I'm away

♪ I wish I'd stayed

♪ Tomorrow's a day of mine

♪ That you won't be in

♪ Vacation

♪ All I ever wanted

♪ Vacation

♪ Had to get away

♪ Vacation

♪ Meant to be spent alone

- Ooh, a shell!

- ♪ Vacation

♪ All I ever wanted

♪ Vacation

♪ Had to get away

- Oh!

- Oh!

- That's him, all right, the pink-hatted lame-o.

- Hm, Timmy Turner.

I've waited years to make that insidious man-child

pay for the pain that he's caused me.

- Good, then maybe you have some insight

on how to get that bag out of his goody-goody clutches

so we can destroy it in the lava cave.

- Hm, Timmy Turner's days of outsmarting I,

Denzel Crocker, are coming to an end.

You'll get your bag, my four-sided friend.

Leave that to me.

- ♪ Vacation

♪ All I ever wanted

♪ Vacation

♪ Had to get away

♪ Vacation

♪ Meant to be spent alone

The wiki-wiki sleeping beetle.

One sting from this and Turner won't wake up

until Fairy World's nothing but burnt mud,

or April 19th, whatever comes first.

- Three, two, one...

Just inhaled bug.

So sleepy...

- Oh, that was our last bug.

- Hey, Mitzie, the pool has a slide.

- I know. Hey, Vicky, mind if we go play in the pool?

- Too much chlorine in the pool.

- You'll wrinkle. You're safer on the sand.

- Can we go in the ocean?

- Pets go to the bathroom in the ocean!

You'll get rabies!

Make a sandcastle.

Play with the beach ball I bought you.

- Actually, you found that in the garbage.

- And it has a hole in it. - Mm-hm.

- A deflated ball is less dangerous.

Now stop interrupting me, I'm talking!

- Oh...

- Sorry about that.

Now we can be alone and finally enjoy Hawaii--

just me, the beach, and you.

You're so pretty, pretty, pretty.

- Maybe Vicky's right. Let's make a sandcastle.

- Ah, bottle knockers. I love this game.

I always win!

- Hm, I'm not sure why, but you seem to be

drawing unwanted attention to us.

I think it's your unusual moustache.

- Fine, fine, I'll change into your average, boring human

and I'll blend right in.

- Seriously? That's it?

- What do you want, Fonzie? Gimme a break.

I'm low on my powers.

- Lunch!

- Oh.

- Unh! - Ow!

- Hello, little girl.

Goodbye, little girl.

- I have to admit, Crocker,

I thought the typical pit in the sand trap

was pretty pedestrian

until I saw you wrangle that Siberian tiger in there.

- Well, any cat will do what you want it to,

if you rub it the right way.

- Hey, what the...

No, you fall through the...

Hm...

- Yes.

Chuck it.

Yikes. Yikes. Yikes!

- Incompetent boob.

- What a tiger!

You work a different area of the body.

- All right, twerps, it's 4:00 p.m.

Bedtime for you kids,

while Nanny Vicky hits the gift shop

and then the disco.

Hey, brats, I said it's time to go.

- Yeah!

- Wahoo!

- Wa-ha!

- Hawaii is so fun.

The thought of going back to my boring job at Fairy World

makes my head hurt.

- And so did that.

- We are so sorry.

Marty, I told you not to do anything

to draw attention to us.

- Oh, sure, blame the guy who did it.

Sorry, mister. - Aw, that's all right.

I'm Timmy and this is Tootie.

- I'm Mitzie. The guy who hit you in the head is Marty.

- Oh, and that's what drew attention to you.

What are you guys, a couple of fugitives?

- Not exactly.

- Let's just say we have to have fun as fast as we can.

- As fast as you can? - Yeah.

We have an evil babysitter.

She's wrecking our Hawaiian vacation.

We have to have fun before she finds us.

- Huh, that's weird.

I used to have an evil babysitter when I was small.

Her name was--

- Vicky?! - Oh, no.

- Timmy Turner!

I should have known you'd be behind their escape!

- Escape?

- Oh, don't play smug with me, twerp.

I'm their nanny. It's my summer job.

I'm in charge and there's nothing these little brats

or the likes of Timmy Turner can do about it!

- We just wanted to have fun.

- You will do what I say and like it.

And you stay away from my kids, if you know what's good for you!

- Oh... - Come here!

- Don't!

- Only Vicky could ruin Hawaii.

I wish I could make those kids happy.

- Done!

- Yeah!

- Who eats cake on the beach?!

Turner!

- Any more ideas, genius?

We need that Abra-cadabrium.

- Oh, I have no shortage of devious plans, my blue friend.

I am, after all, a public school teacher.

- Oh...

- Greetings, lowly island-dwellers.

Are you the people who do the fire dances for the luaus?

- Oh, yes, of course.

We do the luaus with the hula and the waka-waka

and the...pineapples.

- Perfect!

- Here's a sandwich-stained check for a whole lotta money.

I need the best fire dance Hawaii's got

tonight, for the Pencil Nexus convention--say, sevenish?

- His entire career is at stake.

- Oh, that's right. My life could be ruined.

So make it great!

- Mm-hm. - Yeah, we will.

- See, honey, I told you

these typical Hawaiians were trustworthy.

- You certainly have a good eye for people.

- Yeah, you're right.

- Okay, well, we'll see you at 7:00

with some fire and the...dancing.

You're good, good, go. - Yeah, mahalo.

- Idiots. - Yes, doink.

But they've given me an idea.

If we actually did look more like "typical Hawaiians,"

we could blend in and move about more stealthily.

- You mean cheap disguises? - That would work, too.

- You realize there are no monkeys in Hawaii.

- Silence. Nobody would believe that.

Follow me.

Oh, aloha, random people I've never seen or met before.

A beautiful day out, isn't it?

- Yeah, it sure is. - Whatever.

Sorry to bother you, but my native Hawaiian name

is Hunkalotapoopoo.

And this beach is where I and my pet, uh,

Hawaiian monkey, Jeep-Jeep-- - Jeep-Jeep? Are you kidding?

- --practice our ceremonial puke-puke dance every year.

Do you mind if we break it down right here

in front of you and your possessions?

- Not at all. I've never seen a Hawaiian dance before.

- Well, as they say in Hawaii...

let's get funky.

♪ Everybody dance now - Hm?

♪ Everybody dance now

♪ Everybody dance now

- I love monkeys as much as the next gal,

but that animal doesn't look well.

- I was thinking the same thing.

♪ Everybody dance now

Done.

Your clapping has scared away my Jeep-Jeep.

Go get him!

I snatched it right out from under Turner's smug little nose.

- Well done, new partner.

It'll almost be a shame to destroy you

after our mission is complete.

But, for now, we must get back to the volcano

before the Aloha Moon rises. - Oh, indeed.

We'll move as stealthily as cats. Meow!

- Watch out, you ankle-biters.

- Sorry, mister.

- You saw nothing.

Be gone, two urchins.

- Jeep-Jeep? Here, boy. - Jeep-Jeep, where are you?

Wait a minute. - Huh?

I didn't think there were monkeys in Hawaii.

- Hold it right there, Turner!

Oh, boy.

- Tell me, Turner, what are you doing in Hawaii?

- Uh, working, of course. I brought my work with me.

- What do you mean you brought your work with you?

You're supposed to be guarding the Abra-cadabrium.

- Yeah, I have it with me. But don't worry.

It's perfectly safe. - You brought it here?

- For a very short time. Relax.

I switched the Big Wand to auxiliary power

and we were only gonna be gone for a little while.

- A little while?

Don't you know the Abra-cadabrium's

auxiliary power can only support the Big One's magic

for 12 hours! - Calm down.

I had a bit of an emergency, but everything's all better.

I'll be back in Fairy World before anyone even realizes

the Abra-cadabrium's--

Huh? Gone? - Please tell me "gone"

is a Hawaiian term meaning it's right there.

- Guys, where's my bag?

Uh, the one I was paying very close attention to.

- Oh, right, the last time I saw it,

you had your back to it and were watching

a crazy guy dance with a monkey.

- You lost the source of all magic in the universe?!

- Uh, it was right there.

- This is the worst thing that's ever happened--

the end of Fairy World as we know it.

I'm getting so...mad!

- Oh, wow!

Oh, Thomas, look at the tanning on those biceps.

Spectacular!

The radiant cranberry hue gives way to a fuchsia flash.

I don't think there's any question here.

Jorgen wins!

Third place, Mr. Bronze Bicep.

- Turner, find the you-know-what before

all of Fairy World implodes.

I'd help, but I have to do some publicity.

- We'll split up and scour the entire island, if we have to.

We have to find that bag. - Okay.

- Oh.

- Tootie! - Hiding again?

- Yep. Hey, what's up with you?

You look as haunted and stressed as we are.

- Well, Timmy lost something really, really important--

a gym bag.

It has something very valuable inside.

Someone stole it.

- Did this bag have a wand on it?

- You've seen it?

- Uh-oh.

- Cosmo, we have to look for Timmy's Abra-cadabrium bag.

Why'd you pouf us into his parents' hotel room?

- Deductive reasoning, Wanda.

As a master detective, I deduced that

since the bag was with Timmy, and Timmy's not too bright--

- Said the pot to the kettle.

- --that Timmy might have left the beach bag

in his parents' hotel room.

- Wow, that's the most sense you've made

since you gave up porcupine juggling.

- Thanks, but there's also a fully-stocked mini-fridge

in here and I'm starved!

Let's see, pineapple chips, cocoanut cola...

Ah, here we go! Macadamia nuts.

- Cosmo, put that down! Hotel food is expensive.

Hey, someone closed the door!

- Don't get your twirly hair in a twist.

Plus, it already is in a twist--weird.

Anyway, I got this.

- Oh, no, our wands are losing power.

Ohhhh!

- Hey!

What?

What are you doing?

- Sorry, we handed those guys Timmy's bag.

We didn't know it was stolen.

- It's not your fault.

But we're running out of time. We've gotta find that bag.

- We'll help you.

Marty, you dabble in the stock market.

If you're moving a large sum of ill-gotten valuables,

and you've gotta unload 'em fast,

where is the first place you'd go?

- Follow me. - Okay.

Let me do the talking.

The last thing we need is for you to reveal our plans.

Ahem, excuse me, my good man.

My companion and I are about to destroy

every fairy in the universe

and we require transportation to your volcano.

- Smooth.

- If I were you, I'd rent the most expensive one.

- Oh, now see here. What do you take us for?

A pair of idiots?

- I'll throw in some spinny hats.

- Oooh. Spinny hats!

- I call shotgun. - Goodness! Here.

- Help, let us out!

We're trapped!

- Wanda, want a macadamia nut?

- No, you m-m-moron. They're $12 a bag!

- Help, we're trapped in here with food we can't afford!

- That's them! - They're getting away!

- Follow me.

- We've lost them. - They won't get away.

My G.P.S. shows three possible paths--

the Honolulu police station, the hotel gym,

and the volcano.

- Okay, well, you guys know what they look like.

Where do you think they'd be, Mitzie?

- Well, they're criminals, so the police station is out.

Clearly, they've never seen the inside of a gym, so...

- Volcano!

- Hang a right! - Okay.

- Whoa!

- Huh?

- Huh?

- Where are those little brats?

Ahhh!

- Wait a minute. I have fairies.

Cosmo, Wanda, Poof!

Huh, they're not answering.

Where could they be?

M-m-m-macadamia nuts?

Rodents!

- I'm so weak. - It's in my eyes.

- Pipe down, you nincompoop.

Hey, you've got a tail.

- But Mother said she had that removed when I was a boy.

Why I... - No, you idiot.

Someone's following us.

- There they are! - We've almost got 'em!

- Yeah! You know what, Tootie?

This is the most fun we've had this whole trip.

- Wahoo!

- Egad, howling banshees. Let me hit the gas.

Full speed ahead!

Oh, I can feel the wind on my hump.

It's exhilarating.

Oh, look. - The Aloha Moon is rising.

We must hurry!

- I said pipe down. Faster!

You're doing great, Tootie!

- The Aloha Moon!

- I think we lost them!

- My wings are frozen. I can barely fly.

- Bug spray and ice-- not helpful.

Must make it to windowsill.

- What happened to you guys?

- Trapped in a mini-fridge.

- Again. - I hate when that happens.

But why didn't you just use magic to escape?

- We tried, Timmy. Our magic is weakening.

We can barely hover.

Something is terribly wrong in Fairy World.

- What's happening to us, Timmy?

I'm so weak.

- Oh, this is all my fault.

We have to find the Abra-cadabrium.

Come on, I'll carry you.

- See? Look, honey, I'm hula'ing.

- Ho, ho, ho, and I'm limbo'ing.

Oh, I've never felt so alive!

- Oh, my back!

I've never felt so much pain!

- Oh, honey, here, here.

- Aloha, Turner. - Huh?

- I'm looking forward to the big luau finale.

The fire dance. Are you ready?

- Oh, yes, I have my most trusted man on it, sir.

- And who would that be?

- Uh...Uh...

- It's like taking Abra-cadabrium away from a baby.

- And here comes the Aloha Moon!

- Punch this and so it begins. Yes!

Punch again!

The plan is working.

Punch again and the third one's the charm.

- Aha, we did it!

Here comes hot lava.

Hot, scary, deadly-- just like me.

- Well, you're kinda cute. I wouldn't say hot.

- Silence!

Since I can't touch the Abra-cadabrium,

you'll have to do the honors.

- Me? Oh, I... feel so special.

- You're not worried, honey?

You think those nice Hawaiian men are gonna come through?

- Oh, have a little faith, sweet nugget.

Everyone trusts Hawaiians.

They're like human koala bears with grass skirts.

- They must be in there.

- Okay, I can't thank you two enough,

but I don't know what I'm gonna find in there.

So you take this cart back to the hotel

as quickly as you can, and if you see Timmy,

tell him where I am. - No way.

We're a team. - Yeah.

What do you take us for? A couple of helpless creatures?

Look, you may need help. We got your back, Tootie.

- No, no, no, I think it's better if I just--

Oh, okay.

- I've always wanted to go inside a scary cave.

Throw it! Throw it! Before it's too late!

- Are you sure we should do this?

Ooh, wouldn't you rather get some sweet rolls

and write awful keen letters to hospital patients?

- Silence!

You'll do this because I told you to.

And, after that, I'll destroy you

since you'll be of no more use to me.

I love saying everything I'm thinking out loud.

- I can't do it.

My heart's growing larger.

- Crocker, you fool!

You're letting the goodness overtake you.

Throw it, Crocker! Throw it!

- Mr. Crocker? Is that you?

- Uh, no, it's... me, Jim Dunkelwapit.

- Huh?

- Oh, it's me. But it's the good me.

- Do it, you fool! Destroy it!

- No. No, I won't destroy this magical substance

for you or for anyone else.

I was wrong to want to destroy every fairy in the universe.

I only hope that some day, they can forgive me.

- Fool!

- You did the right thing, Mr. Crocker.

- Wow, that's very moving-- an ultimate punch!

The lava's rising nicely and your perch is crumbling.

Now to watch you goody-goodies

and the Abra-cadabrium be destroyed!

- Hold it, Foop! - Timmy!

- Well, well, if it isn't Timmy Turner.

I guess you could say goodbye to your fairies

and Fairy World once and for all.

- Look, this is all my fault.

Maybe we can work something out.

- Work something out?

What have you got that I would ever want?

- Well, I... I have lip stuff.

I'll trade it for the Abra-cadabrium

and my friends' lives.

- Seriously?

Well, I could use some waxy goodness on my kisser.

Cherry-flavored or regular? - Uh...regular?

- Ah, your friends are doomed!

- I'm surprised the negotiation even got that far.

- Don't worry, Timmy, we've got this.

Actually, we don't got this!

- No power. - Ahhh...

Okay, we're doomed. Strength gone.

- You had strength? - Pathetic!

But what more would one expect from fairies or Turner?

- Timmy, an anti-fairy can't touch the Abra-cadabrium.

But if he knocks it in the lava, he'll destroy us all.

- Ooh, that makes it even more fun.

Who's up for a nice game of bottle knocker?

- This time, you're too late, Turner.

I smell a strike. - Hold it!

- Huh? - Hey, twerp.

I followed you here out of pure revenge.

How about a slice of hot payback pepperoni?

- Seriously?!

Well, how about some hot knuckle pie?

- Help, Timmy!

- What about me?

- Uh, Timmy? What about us?

- I'd never forget about my best friends.

- Yes! You did it, Timmy!

- Oh, well, that was easy.

- Thanks, Timmy.

- Up top, anyone? Nothing.

- Not so fast, fairy lovers. - Huh?

- Excuse me, I thought you couldn't touch that.

- Because it will destroy me?

But it's worth it.

A small sacrifice, if it means the destruction of all of you!

- Oh, no, you don't!

- It's mine! No! Noooo!

- No, Timmy! - Timmy!

- No! - He's gone.

- Again!

- Oh, I'm so sad...

like I've lost a good friend that I...

wanted to destroy. - Huh?

- What is it? - Is it an alien?

- Is it a ghost? - Mother?

- Yahoo!

- Timmy?

- Whoa, how'd I do that?

- Timmy, what happened to you?

- I know what happened.

When you fell into the lava with the Abra-cadabrium,

the heat must have made you absorb some of its power.

Now you've got magical abilities of your own.

- Do you realize what this means?

- It means I'm just like you guys!

This is awesome!

- Oh, that's what it means. I was way off.

- Hey, cutie, how'd you like your own personal magic fairy?

Really?

Well, only if we can use your new fairy powers

to help helpless creatures.

- You bet! - Then I'm in.

- Tootie, we thought you guys were cool before.

- But you are now officially the coolest people,

uh, and fairy, in the universe.

- Yeah.

Where am I?

Oh, the last thing I remember, I was standing

next to a pool with a square blue guy with facial hair.

Ooh, was I in Vegas?

Turner! Hm...

I remember you as bigger.

Bless my bodkins, Timmy Turner has become his own--

Oh, mama...

Fairy godparent!

- Wait, speaking of fairies, where's Foop?

- Just so you all know,

I'm still a force to be reckoned with!

Pound. Steal. Steal.

Look out! Beware!

- Well, then that happened.

- Wow, guys, this is pretty incredible.

I've always wondered what it felt like.

- It's wonderful, Timmy.

But what does this mean?

- I will tell you what it means.

It means now that Timmy Turner has the powers of a fairy,

he no longer needs the services of Cosmo and Wanda.

- No! - No!

- Calm down, wimps.

I'm going to reassign them to some kids

who are not only very deserving of fairy godparents,

but also because I'm out of air miles,

conveniently close by--

Marty and Mitzie.

Uh, what?

- What's the matter? Don't you want your own fairy godparents?

- Well?

- Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

- Wait. Will I ever see them again?

- Of course.

Now that you have the powers of a fairy,

you can see them at all the fairy union meetings.

Speaking of which, your godly dues are due tomorrow.

That'll be $600. - Huh?

Yes.

By the power vested in me by Fairy World,

and the city of New Baltimore, Michigan,

I hereby declare that Cosmo and Wanda

now belong to Marty and Mitzie.

- Wahoo!

- Use your new powers responsibly, Turner.

- Mm-hm. - I'll be watching.

In the meantime, I'm taking this back to Fairy World.

See you Monday morning, Turner! Aloha!

- Huh?

- Fairy dust's gonna give me asthma.

- Mr. Crocker, were you really ready to destroy Fairy World?

- Yeah, that was pretty mean, even for you.

- Me? Oh, no, no. I had no part of that.

I have no idea who that square blue fellow was.

Why, I no sooner knew that angular criminal

than the ridiculous boob who handed me

this check for a whole lotta money

in exchange for a fire dancer show.

Oh, yes, life is just so random.

I'm innocent.

- Hmm... - Oh, no, Dad!

Okay, my first official wish as a fairy

is gonna involve some dancing,

and Mr. Crocker, you're gonna help.

- Oh? Huh. What could I possibly do?

- Oh, Turner! - Huh?

- The luau's almost over. Where's my fire dance?

- Uh, well, uh...

- Not bad, Timmy.

- I cannot begin to tell you how hot this fire is.

Oh, ho, aloha, mama.

- The fire dance is el fuego, Turner.

- And where'd you get that guy?

- Oh, it burns! Oh, it burns!

- He looks like he just popped out of a live volcano.

- Turner, it's time we talk about your new promotion.

- Great, Mr. Ed Leadly.

Oh, may I have this dance?

- Hi, Mom and Dad.

Yeah, we're having the best time ever.

We love Hawaii.

- Vicky? We love Vicky.

- She's so cute and cuddly. Best babysitter ever!

Can we keep her? - Please?

- Please?

Yay! Thanks!

Love you Mom and Dad!

- Guess what, Vicky?

Mom and Dad say you can be our nanny for as long as we want.

- Isn't that great?

- This isn't funny, ya little brats!

Change me back immediately,

or you will find pellets in your flip-flops, so help me!

And someone bring me some carrots!

I am loving having fairies!

- May I have this dance, Tootie?

- This is gonna take some getting used to.

- Aloha!

- Ah, ah, unspeakable horror!

Oh, what is that?

- Okay.

- Have it ready and remember you--

- Wait, is this sand?

- No, that's graham crackers.

- What's my line?

- As they say in Hawaii, malaho, mal...mahalo.

Malaho? What is that?

- Alamo!

- There's a very loud helicopter coming here, Crocker.

- Hey, Charlie don't surf.

- Butter...Butterfartz.

- Oh...eh...uh... It went well, uh...

The, uh...

- Maybe a koala. - Or a lampoor.

- They're not even real creatures.

- Oh!

- Uh, next record.

- You wrapped my sandwich... - Oh, it's flying.

- It's raining!

Hard! It's raining!

- Are we rolling? - Yeah.

- Oh, dear, that is not like you.

At home, you shove the... Oh.

At home, you only shove the... Dang it. Dang it.

- Dear, that is not like you.

At home, you only shove the strangers to the floor

when...Oh, gosh darn it.

- Great!

- Oh! Uh...

Sorry.

- I get smacked in the face by her hair.

- Wait. What? Huh?

- Stop.