The Fairly OddParents – Information StuporHighway – Ep.19

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The Fairly OddParents – Information StuporHighway – Ep.19

The Fairly OddParents – Information StuporHighway – Ep.19


♪ TIMMY IS AN AVERAGE KID ♪ THAT NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ♪ MOM AND DAD AND VICKY ♪ ALWAYS GIVING HIM COMMANDS>>BED, TWERP! ♪ THE DOOM AND GLOOM ♪ UP IN HIS ROOM ♪ IS BROKEN INSTANTLY ♪ BY HIS MAGIC LITTLE FISH ♪ WHO’LL GRANT HIS EVERY WISH ♪ ‘CAUSE IN REALITY ♪ THEY ARE HIS ODDPARENTS ♪ FAIRLY ODDPARENTS>>WANDS AND WINGS.>>FLOATY, CROWNY THINGS. ♪ ODDPARENTS ♪ FAIRLY ODDPARENTS ♪ REALLY MODBEAN PUFF ♪ BUFF BOD, HOP ON >>OBTUSE, RUBBER GOOSE, GREEN MOOSE, GUAVA ICE, GIANT SNAKE, BIRTHDAY CAKE LARGE FRIES, CHOCOLATE SHAKE! ♪ ODDPARENTS ♪ FAIRLY ODDARENTS ♪ THEY LET YOU LIVE ♪ WHEN YOU WERE A KID ♪ WITH FAIRLY ODDPARENTS ♪>>YEAH, RIGHT!>>Timmy typing: “DEAR TRIXIE TANG, INSTEAD OF GOING TO THE BIG SCHOOL DANCE WITH SOMEBODY HANDSOME AND POPULAR, HOW ABOUT GOING WITH ME, TIMMY TURNER, THE LEAST POPULAR AND HANDSOME GUY YOU KNOW. THINK OF HOW GOOD YOU’D LOOK NEXT TO ME IN COMPARISON. WELL, WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?>>>(laughing)>>Timmy: OH, MAN, NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY, I CAN’T WRITE A GOOD LETTER.>>Cosmo: WELL, FORGET THE MUSHY STUFF. TRY A THREAT.>>Timmy : WHAT?>>Cosmo: WATCH. typing: “DEAR TRIXIE, WE HAVE YOUR PARENTS. IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE THEM AGAIN–“>>dad: TIMMY?>>Timmy: MY PARENTS! ACTIVATE FISH MODE!>>mom: HI, SWEETIE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?>>dad: HEY, YOU’RE WRITING A THREATENING LOVE NOTE. THAT’S HOW MET YOUR MOM.>>>mom & dad: “IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE YOUR PARENTS AGAIN.” (both laughing)>>dad: YOU KNOW I NEVER DID GET THAT RANSOM.>>Timmy: IT’S NOT A LOVE NOTE. I’M TRYING TO INVITE A GIRL TO A DANCE.>>mom: BUT YOU’VE GOT TO LET HER KNOW IT IN A SWEET, ROMANTIC, NICE WAY.>>dad: THAT’S MODERATELY THREATENING.>>mom: IF THERE’S ONE THING GIRLS LOVE MORE THAN BEING OLD THEY’RE PRETTY, IT’S BEING TOLD THEY’RE PRETTIER THAN OTHER GIRLS.>>dad: WELL, THEN, MENTION HER HAIR. IT’S SO MUCH SHINIER THAN YOURS, HONEY.>>mom typing: “AND YOUR HAIR, WHICH IS SO MUCH SHINIER THAN MY MOM’S.”>>dad: AND HER EYES, HONEY. TELL HER THAT HER EYES RESONATE WITH A DEPTH OF INTELLIGENCE THAT GREATLY SURPASSES YOURS.>>Mom typing : “AND YOUR EYES SHINING, INTELLIGENT, DEEP, AND LIMPID POOLS OF SHINING LOVE LIGHT.” GOOEY, GOOEY, GOOEY, LOVEY, GOO.>>Timmy: BUT, BUT, BUT I WOULDN’T SAY ANY OF THAT MUSHY GUNK.>>dad: AND THAT’S WHY YOU DON’T HAVE DATE.>>mom: HM, THIS IS STILL MISSING SOMETHING.>>dad: THAT THREATENING REASON THAT’LL MAKE HER SAY YES. typing: “SAY YES AND I PROMISE THE SAFE RETURN OF YOUR PARENTS.”>>mom: WELL, OUR WORK HERE I’VE DONE. LET’S LEAVE TIMMY ALONE, SO I CAN TALK TO YOUR MORE ABOUT MY NOT-SO-LIMPID EYES AND MY NOT-SO-SHINY HAIR.>>dad: OKAY, I– I’M IN TROUBLE, AREN’T I?>>mom: LET’S GO.>>(dad’s feet scraping floor)>>Wanda: WOW, THAT’S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, ROMANTIC, TOUCHING AND SLIGHTLY THREATENING E-MAIL I’VE EVER READ.>>Cosmo: IT’S THREATENING AND ROMANTIC. IT’S THREAT-MANTIC!>>Timmy: AND HORRIFYINGLY EMBARRASSING.>>Wanda: BUT, TIMMY, I THOUGHT YOU REALLY FELT THAT WAY ABOUT TRIXIE.>>Timmy: ACTUALLY, MY LOVE FOR HER BURNS WITH THE WHITE-HOT INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND SUNS. BUT I CAN’T TELL HER THAT!>>dad: BUT I CAN — THAN TO MY PARENTAL BATTERING RAM. IT’S THE LATEST THING IN TOUGH-LOVE PARENTING. typing: “BURNS FOR YOU… INTENSITY… THOUSAND SUNS…” SEND!>>computer:MESSAGE SENT.>>Timmy: HEY, WHY’D YOU DO THAT?>>dad: IF I HAVE TO BE MISERABLE BECAUSE OF YOUR LETTER, SO DO YOU.>>mom: GET BACK HERE.>>dad: STILL IN TROUBLE, GOTTA GO.>>Timmy: AH, DAD SENT MY THREAT-MANTIC E-MAIL! I WISH THE E-MAIL WAS BACK! MAKE IT COME BACK!>>>godparents: WE CAN’T GET IT BACK!>>Timmy: WHY NOT?>>Wanda: IT’S A LOVE LETTER AND OUR MAGIC CAN’T INTERFERE WITH TRUE LOVE.>>Timmy: IF YOU GUYS CAN’T BRING IT BACK, THERE’S ONLY ONE THING TO DO. I WISH I WAS INSIDE THE INTERNET!>>Wanda: DO YOU WANT US TO COME WITH YOU?>>Timmy: AND LEAVE THE COMPUTER ALONE SO MY DAD CAN SEND MORE STUPID LETTERS THAT YOU CAN’T HELP ME WITH? NO WAY. I WISH YOU GUYS WOULD STAY HERE AND GUARD THIS COMPUTER, NO MATTER WHAT. GOT IT?>>Cosmo: GOT IT.>>Timmy: DID YOU REALLY NEED TO WAVE YOUR WANDS FOR THAT ONE?>>>godparents: UH… NO.>>Timmy: NOW ATTACH ME TO AN E-MAIL. LET’S GET DIGITAL.>>computer:YOUR MESSAGEHAS BEEN SENT.>>Timmy: COOL. I’M SURFING THE WEB — LITERALLY. THERE IT IS, MY E-MAIL. EXERT… EXERT… GOT IT. WHOA! WHOA! WAIT!>>computer:YOU’VE GOT MAIL.>>Timmy: OH, NO, YOU DON’T. ALL I HAVE TO DO IS DELETE THIS THING. “DEAR AJ, THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING US TO SCRAPE SOME OF YOUR BRAIN CELLS FOR OUR CLONING PROGRAM. STAY SMART! YOUR FRIEND, THE PRESIDENT.” WAIT A MINUTE, THIS IS A LETTER FOR A.J. I’M IN A.J.’S ROOM? OH, MAN, I MUST’VE FOLLOWED THE WRONG LETTER.>>A.J.: SO, DOCTOR, IF YOU ATTACH THIS SEED-THROWER TO THE BACK OF YOUR SATELLITE, IT’LL PLANT SEEDS WHILE IT ORBITS THE EARTH, THUS ENDING WORLD HUNGER.>>doctor: THAT’S BRILLIANT, A.J. NASA THANKS YOU AND THE WORLD THANKS YOU.>>A.J.: AND…?>>doctor: AND THE MONEY HAS BEEN PLACED IN YOUR ACCOUNT.>>A.J.: WELL, TIME TO CHECK MY E-MAIL. HEY, SOMETHING OPENED MY LETTER FROM THE PRESIDENT. IS THAT A COMPUTER VIRUS?>>Timmy: I’VE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE. (door handle rattling)>>A.J.’s mom: A.J.?>>(A.J. gasps)>>(mom pounding on door) A.J., I’M BOTH RESPECTING YOUR PRIVACY BY KNOCKING, BUT ASSERTING MY AUTHORITY AS YOUR MOTHER BY COMING IN ANYWAY. HONEY, YOU REALLY SHOULD THINK ABOUT REDECORATING.>>Timmy: WAHOO! WOW, AT CYBERSPEED, I CAN USE THE WORLDWIDE WEB TO BE ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE. WOW, I’M IN AUSTRALIA.>>girl: CRIKEY, IS THAT A COMPUTER VIRUS?>>Timmy: I’M IN THE HEART OF AFRICA.>>gorilla: LYLE, KEVIN, A COMPUTER VIRUS!>>Lyle: GOOD HEAVENS, BRUCE, THE HUMANS MUST’VE DISCOVERED THE LOCATION OF OUR SECRET SOCIETY OF SUPER-INTELLIGENT GORILLAS.>>Kevin: WELL, IF IT’S SO SECRET, HOW DID THEY DISCOVER IT?>>Bruce: YOU KNOW, LYLE, HE’S GOT A POINT.>>Lyle: OH, GET OFF MY BACK, BRUCE!>>Timmy: CHINESE LETTERS. TECHNOLOGY’S AMAZING. I’M AS FAR AWAY FROM HOME AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE AND I GOT HERE IN A MILLISECOND.>>dad: GOLLY, GOOD THING THIS CHINESE RESTAURANT IS ONLY THREE STEPS AWAY FROM MY HOUSE.>>THAT’LL BE $7.95. YOUR FORTUNE COOKIE.>>reading: “CONFUCIUS SAY, YOU WILL USE A BATTERING RAM TO VIOLATE YOUR SON’S PRIVACY.” WELL, OKAY, I DON’T WANT TO MAKE CONFUCIUS A LIAR. (pounding on door) OH, TIMMY.>>Cosmo: OH, NO, IT’S TIMMY’S DAD’S EYE.>>dad: I’M RESPECTING YOUR PRIVACY BY KNOCKING, BUT ASSERTING MY AUTHORITY AS YOU FATHER BY COMING IN ANYWAY.>>Cosmo with Timmy’s voice: DO YOU MIND? I’M DOING MY HOMEWORK.>>dad: IN THE BATHROOM? BUT THAT’S WHERE I PAY MY BILLS. (rattling handle)>>Wanda: HE’S COMING IN. WHAT DO WE DO?>>Cosmo: PULL MY WAND. (fog horn blasting)>>dad: WHOA, WHAT IS YOUR MOTHER FEEDING YOU? AH, I’LL USE THE COMPUTER LATER. LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU’RE DONE. I NEED TO LOOK FOR A CONTRACTOR TO FIX THIS WALL.>>Timmy: OH, MAN, THIS LIGHTSPEED SEARCH IS COOL AND ALL, BUT THERE ARE TOO MANY PLACES TO LOOK AND I’VE GOTTA FIND TRIXIE’S COMPUTER BEFORE SHE OPENS MY THREAT-MANTIC E-MAIL.>>computer:YOU’VE GOT MAIL.FROM A DESPERATE BOY.>>Trixie: I SHOULD JUST DELETE THIS, BUT THAT WOULD BE RUDE. I LIKE TO PERSONALIZE MY REJECTIONS.>>(Trixie’s dad pounding on door) TRIXIE, I’M BOTH RESPECTING YOUR PRIVACY BY KNOCKING BUT ASSERTING MY AUTHORITY AS YOUR FATHER BY COMING IN ANYWAY. PHONE FOR YOU.>>Timmy: THIS PLACE IS CREEPY. WHERE AM I? WHAT’S ALL THE FAIRY PICTURES? www.fairies’r’real.wand? A PHOTO OF ME? A FAIRY WEBSITE? COOL, I’M BEING DOWNLO– I MEAN, OH, NO! I’M BEING DOWNLOADED! HUH? WAIT A SECOND. reading: “NUTCHOPPER PLACED A NEW BALTIMORE COMMUNITY COLLEGE FOR USING FUNDS TO BUILD A TRAP FOR FAIRY GODPARENTS. CRAZY SINGLE CAUCASIAN MALE SEEKS EQUALLY CRAZY SINGLE FEMALE TO DISCUSS BELIEF THAT FAIRY GODPARENTS EXIST.” OH MY GOSH, I MUST BE IN THE COMPUTER OF MY CRAZY FAIRY-BELIEVING TEACHER, MR. CROCKER.>>YES, I’M MR. CROCKER. USING MY NEW WEBSITE AT fairies’r’real.wand WILL SOON HAVE GATHERED ENOUGH EVIDENCE TO PROVE THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY GODPARENTS!>>Timmy: AH, I’D BETTER HIDE.>>Mr. Crocker: I MUST RECORD THIS GLORIOUS MOMENT FOR POSTERITY! I SHALL RECORD THIS FOR FUTURE GENERATIONS SO THAT ALL MAY LEARN–>>(mom knocking on door) DENZEL, DENZEL CROCKER! I’M BOTH RESPECTING YOUR PRIVACY BY KNOCKING, BUT ASSERTING MY AUTHORITY AS YOUR MOTHER BY COMING IN ANYWAY. COULD YOU STOP WITH THE CRAZY LONG ENOUGH TO HELP MOMMY?>>Mr. Crocker: MOTHER, STOP INTERRUPTING! CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BUSY VENTING!>>BUT YOU NEED TO PUT ON THIS RUBBER DRESS SO I CAN HEM IT FOR THE BIG DANCE TONIGHT.>>Mr. Crocker: I HATE MODELLING YOUR DRESSES! ALTHOUGH, IT DOES MAKE ME FEEL PRETTY. OH, WELL, AT LEAST NO ONE I KNOW CAN SEE THIS.>>Timmy: THIS IS GOLD AND IT’S DIGITALLY- RECORDED GOLD. I’M SAVING THIS. OH, NO, I PINGED.>>Mr. Crocker: HEY, WHO PINGED? SOMEONE OPENED MY FILES!>>Timmy : BUSTED!>>Mr. Crocker: MOST PEOPLE WOULD ASSUME IT’S THE WORK OF A HACKER, BUT I KNOW SOME CHILD MUST HAVE WISHED HIMSELF INTO THE INTERNET WITH THE HELP OF HIS FAIRY GODPARENTS! MUST TRACE DATA BACK TO SOURCE. AHHHH!>>mom: WAY TO BUST A MOVE, SON. GO, DENZEL! GO, DENZEL! GO, DENZEL!>>MUST GET DIGITAL PROOF OF FAIRIES. FAIRIES, PROOF OF FAIRIES.>>Wanda: OKAY, THE ROOM’S FIXED AND THE COMPUTER’S STILL SAFE.>>Cosmo: NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?>>RECORDING PROOF OF FAIRIES. RECORDING PROOF OF FAIRIES.>>Wanda: I DON’T KNOW. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?>>Cosmo: I DON’T KNOW. LET’S HAVE A MAGIC FIGHT, JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT.>>Wanda: WELL, WHY NOT. IT’S NOT LIKE ANYBODY CAN SEE WHAT WE’RE DOING IN HERE.>>Cosmo: YEAH, IT’D SURE STINK IF SOMEBODY WAS ACTUALLY RECORDING THIS AND HAD IRREFUTABLE PROOF THAT SOME KID HAD–>>Mr. Crocker: FAIRY GODPARENTS! YES!>>mom: DENZEL.>>Mr. Crocker: MOTHER!>>Mr. Crocker: EXCELLENT, HA! HA! I, MR. CROCKER, FINALLY HAVE IRREFUTABLE VIDEO PROOF THAT FAIRIES EXIST. NOW ALL I HAVE TO DO IS UPLOAD THIS DATA, THEN, USING THE INTERNET, TRANSMIT IT TO EVERY COMPUTER IN THE WORLD AND, WITH THE UNPARALLELED SPEED OF MY COMPUTER, IT SHOULD TAKE NO TIME AT ALL.>>computer:DOWNLOADCOMMENCING.ONE PERCENT…>>YAY!>>ZERO PERCENT.>>Mr. Crocker: OH, CURSES! OBSOLETE ONE-MONTH-OLD TECHNOLOGY!>>computer:NEGATIVE ONEPERCENT.>>Mr. Crocker: DRAT!>>Timmy: LOOK AT THAT MASSIVE STREAM OF E-MAIL. MAYBE MY THREAT-MANTIC LETTER’S IN THERE. JUNK MAIL, JUNK MAIL. OH, MAN, MY LETTER ISN’T ANYWHERE IN THIS BATCH. I’M DOOMED TO BE A TOTAL LAUGHING STOCK. WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE AM I? AHHHH! “TRIXIE”? “TRIXIE… HOW R YOU? – VERONICA.” WOW, I’M IN A CHAT ROOM WITH TRIXIE AND VERONICA.>>Trixie typing: “HEY VERONICA! I AM FINE AND POPULAR. I’M JUST ABOUT TO READ ALL MY E-MAIL.”>>Timmy: NOOOO!>>Veronica typing:”DEAR TRIXIE. AS YOUR BEST FRIEND, I WISH YOU NOTHING BUT HAPPINESS AND ETERNAL JOY FOR YOUR WHOLE LIFE LONG.” WHY CAN’T I BE YOU?!!!>>Veronica’s mom: VERONICA? DINNER!>>Veronica: DON’T CALL ME THAT! CALL ME “TRIXIE”! I’M TRIXIE!>>Timmy: I’VE GOTTA FOLLOW VERONICA’S E-MAIL BACK TO TRIXIE’S COMPUTER. I’LL JUST SEND A MESSAGE, ATTACH MYSELF TO IT, AND END UP ON HER SCREEN. BUT I HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING THAT SHE’D EXPECT VERONICA TO SAY. “DO YOU THINK TIMMY TURNER IS NEAT?”>>Trixie: DO I THINK TIM TURNER IS NEAT? “WHY, DO YOU?”>>Veronica: DO I THINK TIMMY TURNER IS NEAT? ACTUALLY, MY LOVE FOR HIM BURNS WITH THE WHITE-HOT INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND SUNS, BUT I CAN’T LET TRIXIE KNOW THAT. typing: “NO WAY! HE’S GROSS!”>>Timmy: OH, GREAT, THE CRAZY ONE LIKES ME.>>(Veronica typing)>>Timmy: MY LETTER! GOT IT! YEAH, HA, HA, THIS ROCKS! I’VE GOT MY LETTER AND I’M NOT A LAUGHING STOCK AND BEST OF ALL, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, THINGS DIDN’T FALL APART WHEN I MADE A BIG WISH.>>Mr. Crocker: FINALLY, I HAVE PROOF! PROOF! OF THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY GODPARENTS.>>Timmy: YOU GUYS!>>Cosmo: SHH, MR. CRAZY IS TALKING. SAY HI, TIMMY!>>Wanda: SHHH! IF HE DOESN’T KNOW WHOSE FAIRIES WE ARE, THEN WE DON’T HAVE TO GO AWAY FOREVER.>>Mr. Crocker: ONCE I UPLOAD THIS VIDEO FILE OF YOU FAIRIES AND SEND IT TO EVERY COMPUTER IN THE WORLD, I’LL CEASE BEING A LAUGHING STOCK. THEN I WILL BE THE MAN WHO PROVED THAT FAIRIES ACTUALLY EXIST.>>Timmy: COSMO, WANDA, TURN THE COMPUTER OFF!>>Wanda: BUT WE’VE GOTTA GET YOU OUT, FIRST.>>Mr. Crocker: WHO DID THAT?>>Timmy: NO, NOW, BEFORE HE FIGURES OUT WHOSE FAIRIES YOU ARE.>>Cosmo: UM, THAT’S OFF, RIGHT?>>Timmy: COSMO? WANDA? YOU MUST HAVE DESTROYED THE COMPUTER. CROCKER’S VIDEO CLIP. I’VE GOTTA GET IT BEFORE IT GETS BACK TO HIS COMPUTER.>>Wanda with Timmy’s voice: UH, DAD, THE COMPUTER’S BUSTED.>>dad: GASP!>>Wanda as Timmy: CAN YOU FIX IT?>>dad: SURE, I’LL MAKE NEW ONE.>>Timmy: I’M CLOSE TO CROCKER’S COMPUTER. I MUST BE IN CROCKER’S HARD DRIVE. OH, NO, CROCKER’S UPLOADING THE VIDEO CLIP.>>computer:NOW UPLOADING PROOFOF FAIRIES, ONE PERCENT,TWO PERCENT, THREE–>>Timmy: AH, A FIREWALL!>>Mr. Crocker: ONCE THIS UPLOAD IS COMPLETE, I’VE PROGRAMMED IT TO HACK INTO THE MAINFRAME OF THE INTERNET AND ROUTE IT TO EVERY COMPUTER AND TELEVISION SCREEN IN THE WORLD. THEN EVERYONE WILL KNOW THAT FAIRIES EXIST. THE PINK-HATTED COMPUTER VIRUS! I’M READY FOR YOU THIS TIME. DESTROY THAT PINK HAT!>>(Timmy screaming)>>dad: HERE’S THE HARD DRIVE, HERE’S THE MONITOR, HERE’S THE KEYBOARD… AND HERE’S THE POWER SUPPLY. RUN, EDDIE, RUN!>>computer :YOU’VE GO MAIL.>>dad: HA, I’M A GENIUS. NOW I’M GONNA MAKE ICE CREAM OUT OF BIRDSEED AND GUM.>>Wanda: COME ON, WE’VE GOTTA FIND TIMMY IN THIS THING.>>Timmy: I’LL NEVER GET THE FOOTAGE WITH THESE GUYS DOGGING ME. I’VE GOTTA GIVE ‘EM THE SLIP SOMEHOW. “LOW BANDWIDTH AHEAD”. THAT’S IT! SO LONG, FELLAS. NOW, FIND THAT VIDEO FOOTAGE.>>computer:SIXTY-SIX PERCENT,SIXTY-SEVEN PERCENT…>>Mr. Crocker: YES, YES.>>mom: DENZEL, WILL YOU COME AND SPONGE MOMMY’S FEET?>>Mr. Crocker: YES, I MEAN, NO.>>computer:SEVENTY-NINEPERCENT…>>Timmy: WHOA, I’M IN THE CENTRAL HUB OF THE INTERNET. ALL THE DATA FROM AROUND THE WORLD GOES IN THERE, GETS COPIED IN THERE, AND GETS SENT OUT OF THERE TO EVERY COMPUTER IN THE WORLD, AND THAT’S WHERE MY DATA IS GOING! (screaming)>>computer:NINETY-ONE PERCENT,NINETY-TWO PERCENT…>>Timmy: NOOOO!>>computer:NINETY-FOURPERCENT…NINETY-TWO PERCENT,NINETY-ONE PERCENT…>>Timmy: HEY, WHEN WE WENT THROUGH THE DATA STREAM, WE ERASED SOME OF IT. THAT’S IT! HEY, CROCKPOT-DOT-DORK, HUNGRY FOR SOME INFORMATION? COME GET SOME!>>(chomping)>>computer:EIGHTY-FIVEPERCENT, SEVENTY-NINEPERCENT…>>Mr. Crocker: WHAT? NOOOO!>>Timmy: COME ON, PAL. I’M RIGHT HERE.>>computer:SIXTY-TWO PERCENT,FIFTY-EIGHT PERCENT…>>Cosmo: I CAN’T GET IT TO TURN ON.>>(Eddie panting)>>Cosmo: OH, NO, NOT ME! THERE’S NO WAY I’M GONNA–>>Wanda: RUN, GERBIL BOY, RUN!>>computer:FIFTEEN PERCENT,SIX PERCENT…UPLOAD ABORTED.>>Mr. Crocker: NOOO! MUST SEND THE DATA AGAIN. WHERE’S THAT FILE? WHERE’S THAT FILE?>>Timmy: OH, YOU MEAN THIS FILE?>>computer:UPLOAD COMMENCING.ONE PERCENT…>>Mr. Crocker: WHAT?!>>Timmy: WAHOO!>>Computer:YOU’VE GOT MAIL.>>Lyle: HEY, I’VE GOT MAIL.>>Bruce: HEY, I’VE GOT MAIL. I’M THE ALPHA MALE.>>Kevin: HEY, I’M THE ALPHA MALE.>>Lyle: IT’S FOR YOU. I MEAN, YOU ARE THE ALPHA MALE>>computer:YOU’VE GOT MAIL.>>girl: AH, CRIKEY. I KNEW YOU’D COME HOME.>>woman reporter:SEVERALSIGHTINGS OF THE PINK-HATTEDINTERNET VIRUS WERE REPORTEDTODAY AND IN A PRESS RELEASE,AUTHORITIES STATED…>>Mr. Crocker: WELL, IT DOES ME ME FEEL PRETTY. OH, WELL, AT LEAST NO ONE CAN SEE THIS.>>>(crowd laughing)>>>(the world laughing)>>Mr. Crocker: OH, THE HUMILIATION. CAN THIS GET ANY WORSE?>>A.J.: THERE HE IS! THIS IS WHERE I TRACED THE SOURCE OF THE PINK-HATTED COMPUTER VIRUS.>>Mr. Crocker : NO! NO!>>mom: OH, DENZEL, WHERE DID I GO WRONG?>>Computer:YOU’VE GOTTIMMY.>>Timmy: THANKS!>>>godparents: TIMMY!>>dad: TIMMY, HOW’S THE NEW COMPUTER? E-GAD! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ON THOSE KINDS OF WEBSITES!>>Timmy: BUT THAT’S MY TEACHER.>>dad: WELL, IT DOES MAKE HIM LOOK PRETTY. (dance ♪♪)>>Cosmo: NICE PARTY, TIMMY.>>Wanda: AREN’T YOU UPSET THAT YOU’RE HERE WITHOUT A DATE?>>Timmy: ARE YOU NUTS? I GOT TO SURF THE INTERNET, BECOME A VIRUS, HUMILIATE CROCKER ON A GLOBAL SCALE, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, PREVENT TRIXIE FROM READING THIS MUSHY THREAT-MANTIC LETTER. HEY! TRIXIE, NO, DON’T!>>Trixie: OH, TIMMY, THAT’S THE SWEETEST, MOST THREATENING THING I’VE EVER READ.>>Timmy: UH, REALLY?>>Trixie: SURE AND IF DIDN’T THINK YOU ONLY WANTED TO DATE ME BECAUSE I’M PRETTIER THAN YOUR MOM, I’D TOTALLY GO OUT WITH YOU.>>Timmy: WHAT?>>Trixie: SECURITY!>>Timmy: WOW, SHE LIKES MEANDI CREEP HER OUT! AWESOME!>>Veronica: AHEM. I GOT YOUR LETTER, TIMMY. “MY PASSION FOR YOU BURNS WITH THE WHITE-HOT INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND SUNS.”>>Timmy: IT WASN’T FOR YOU. IT WAS FOR TRIXIE.>>Veronica: I AM TRIXIE!>>Timmy: GUYS, A LITTLE HELP? THANKS, GUYS.>>Cosmo: DON’T THANK US, TIMMY.>>Wanda: THANK TECHNOLOGY.>>computer:GOOD-BYE!

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