[upbeat music] ♪ ♪ - You know what this whole
homework situation calls for? - 200--
- 200 chocolate bars! [poofs] - Roy, every day after school, you wish
for 200 chocolate bars. - And every day after school,
I'm a happy man. Poof me!
- Poofing! - Hey, bestie. Hey, Roy. - [yelps]
[muffled shouting] - Oh, Roy,
didn't see you there. - You literally said,
"Hey, Roy." - Shut up! Something smells sweet. - It's these
200 chocolate bars. - Pretty sure it's Roy. Permission to confirm
that theory? - Permission denied. - Playing hard to get.
Mama like. But you owe me
an extra big sniff later. Hey, how do you guys get all these chocolate bars
every day? - The Internet? - Oh, I love the Internet. - What up, peeps! - What are you
three fine home-skillets getting after out here? - I don't know
about you foolios, but we are ready
to YOLO our FOMOs. - What are you doing, Mom? - Same question to you, Dad. - Mom? Dad? Is that what us "kidz,"
with a Z, are calling each other
these "dayz," also with a Z? - Sounds bomb-diggity to me. Hup! What's the dizzle with my bizzle... sizzle? I simply cannot go on
like this anymore. It's been me all along,
Ty Turner. - I know who you are, Dad. - This is
my lovely wife, Rachel. Roy, you know her as Mom. - Never been more ashamed
in my entire life, masquerading as a youth,
tricking my own sweet son and easily fooled stepdaughter. - You didn't fool me
for a second. - Okay, sure, Viv. - And what are you even doing
at our school? Why are you pretending
to be teens? - Ugh, we need to make
a viral ClikClok dance video to save our ballroom studio. - Fancy Dance Dance Studio. - But grownups are never alone
in viral videos unless they're getting pranked
or getting hit in very sensitive areas. - Or getting pranked
and getting hit in very sensitive areas. - Wait, people aren't coming
to Fancy Dance Dance Studio? - No. Turns out no one is interested
in ballroom dance anymore. - And if people
don't sign up for classes, we can't use our skills
to pay the bills. And that is not spelled
with a Z because it's serious. - But if we can make
a viral video of an original ClikClok dance, then we'll become
Internet famous and people will sign up. - Booyah! - Honey, we're off that.
Keep up. - That's my bizzle completely. I'm gonna go take a five. - Well, maybe I can help. I've actually been reading up on how to grow
small businesses. Branding strategies,
capital receipt expenditure... - And I'm falling asleep. - What about celebrities? - And I'm waking up. - What you need is a celebrity to like your video,
to share your video, best-case scenario,
duet your video. A celebrity
such as Dustan Lumberlake. - What? - Even beautiful moms
like me love him! - He's been asking his fans
to send him original songs and dances. If he likes them,
he makes a video of himself singing and dancing along. To get a guy
like Dustan Lumberlake to duet your video, viral. - No diggity,
but we're not songwriters. We're song-dancers. - We'll never be able
to write a whole song. - That's where Zina,
AKA The Voice, comes in. [sweeping music] [shouty and off-key]
♪ Just to sniff you ♪ ♪ Up and down ♪ ♪ From your feet
up to your crown ♪ ♪ If you were wearing a crown ♪ ♪ And you should always be
wearing a crown! ♪ - That was super good! - You gorgeous girl.
You really mean that? - I do, and I think it might
even be too super good. - What? - I think
that Dustan Lumberlake is gonna be jealous
of that song and your singing. - Viv, were we
in the same room? - I think that us songwriting
noobs here should write it so it won't be too good and our boy DL won't be jell. - Okay, so you're lying to me. - No. - You think I don't know
when my best friend in the entire world
is lying to me? The nerve.
- Uh... - Um, hey, I sure wish an ice cream truck would
go by right now. - What? - I said, I sure wish an ice cream truck would go by right now. - I heard you, hot stuff,
but I know for a fact that Eddy doesn't hit
this neighborhood until 5:36. [ice cream truck
jingle plays faintly] Eddy's early! I'd wish you
good luck without me, but sometime soon,
you're going to be begging your old friend Zina
to help you write this song. You'll come back. They always come
crawling back to Zina! - Who's they? - Eddy, wait. Zina hungy! - Ugh, finally. I've heard sick cats
that sing better than that. - Yeah,
like in that movie, "Cats." Those were some sick kitties.
Me-ouch! - If you two kiddos need
a wish, then make it snappy. We've got a work party to go to
at our boss's house. - And Jorgen Von Strangle
makes us tour all of his bathrooms
every time. - [as Jorgen]
Puny fairies, you've already missed
20 bathrooms on the tour. Now come enjoy
some store-bought canapés. - Well, before you start your journey
of a thousand toilets, I wish for you to help us write
the catchiest song of all time. - Yes, then our parents can
choreograph a dance to it, we shoot a ClikClok video
of us dancing to it, tag Dustan Lumberlake,
and boom, viral! - Well, clap your hands
and raise the roof. You say wish and I'll go poof. - Wait, do I really
have to do this? - Nope, just being a goof. [rock guitar fanfare] both: Awesome! - Both instruments have
a catchy dial. Turn them all the way to ten
and let the magic happen! - But the catchy dials
go up to 11. Why do we have to stop at ten? - Ten is plenty catchy,
trust me. - Olivia Rodrigo stops
at a ten, and don't you tell me Olivia Rodrigo isn't
catchy enough! Ah! - Puny fairies,
you have already missed 20 bathrooms on the tour! Now come enjoy
some store-bought canapés. - We gotta dip. - Turning it to 11, right? - Absolutely not. - I heard "absolutely"
and then stopped listening. 11!
- Roy. I really think we should listen
to Cosmo and Wanda and keep it at ten. - Dang, step-sis,
you look cool. - Me?
- Cha! You're the only cool-looking
step-sis in the room. - Cha... - So...11? - It's prime time! - What? - Because 11 is a prime number, so prime time was,
like, a playful way of... 11! - Cha! [speaker reverberating] both: ♪ Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ah ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey see, monkey do,
monkey with you ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ - Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Where'd you learn to play
those instruments? both: The Internet. - Oh, I love the Internet. both: ♪ Ooh, ooh,
ah, ah, ooh ♪ ♪ Let's do the monkey ♪ ♪ I'm feeling funky ♪ ♪ Let's do the monkey ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ooh ♪ ♪ Let's do the monkey ♪ ♪ I'm feeling funky ♪ ♪ Let's do the monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey see, monkey do,
monkey with you ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey see, monkey do,
monkey with you ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey see, monkey do,
monkey with you ♪ - Six views is not ideal. You did tag
Dustan Lumberlake, right? - I was born in the 2000s. Of course I tagged
Dustan Lumberlake. - Then I guess
there's nothing to do but sit around
and hope he sees it. [knocking on door] - Can you imagine
if I opened the door right now and it was Dustan Lumberlake? - That would be ridiculous. - I know.
I'd be like, "Oh, my God!" - And I'd be like,
"Are you kidding me?" - Oh, my God!
- Are you kidding me? - Do you know
what you have done? [brassy music] - ♪ She's a stranger from afar
and he's a local star ♪ ♪ And now they're family ♪ ♪ And they have OddParents,
Fairly OddParents ♪ - ♪ Normal floaty fish ♪
- ♪ Until we grant your wish ♪ - ♪ OddParents,
Fairly OddParents ♪ ♪ New shirt, blue skirt,
instant dessert ♪ - ♪ Swim wear, lazy chair ♪ ♪ Chocolate square,
time to share ♪ - ♪ Gold throne, clear phone ♪ ♪ Dino bone, silly clone ♪ - ♪ OddParents,
Fairly OddParents ♪ ♪ It flips your lid
when you are a kid ♪ ♪ With Fairly OddParents! ♪ ♪ In real life ♪ - Do you know
what you have done? - For the last time,
no, I do not! [helicopter buzzing overhead] - What's going on? [country pop music] - Shari Underwood? ♪ ♪ - You got that right, partner. [hip-hop music] - Jimmy Hiphop? ♪ ♪ - Word. - Rockin' Joel? [rock music] - You got that right, mate! - My grandparents love you. - I didn't know
you were still alive. - Oh, come on, love.
That hurts, it does. Bit offside, innit? - We cannot understand you. - Well, listen,
this isn't about Joel's indecipherable accent. This is about that little
ClikClok song you wrote. It used the forbidden phrase. - What's the forbidden phrase? - I can explain it.
Basically, it's like-- - Can someone else explain it? - A'ight, bet.
So check it. Betta not disrespect the man
before you wreck it-- - Shari, your turn. - [clears throat] [sings high note] - And back to Dustan. - The forbidden phrase
is a specific string of notes that is dangerously catchy. It's actually illegal
to put the forbidden phrase into a song. - I told you
we shouldn't have gone to 11. - So which part of our song
has the forbidden phrase? - We don't know. We made sure
not to listen to it. But we did receive
security alerts on our phones because we're
the Council of Pop Superstars. [upbeat pop music] ♪ ♪ - So what do we do now? - You need to stop
that song from spreading or the forbidden phrase
will worm its way into the brain of every person
in Dimmsdale. - What happens then? - If the forbidden phrase
gets into someone's head, all they want to do
is listen to it over and over and over again. They stop caring
about their jobs, their families,
their succulents. Eventually, their brains
turn to mush because all they want to do is listen
to the forbidden phrase-- quit messing
with the lights, Joel! - Sorry, bruv. Lighting's 95% of the show,
innit? - Luckily for you two,
the process of composing the forbidden phrase
makes you immune to its power. - It won't feast
on its own creators, bruv. Good spot of luck, innit? - He's saying you two are good, but if you don't fix this,
everyone in Dimmsdale will be a head-bopping zombie
by sundown. - Okay, well,
how do we fix this? - We don't know. - Wait, seriously? - We're pop superstars. We don't joke
about being useless. [helicopter whirring] - Let's bounce, council. ♪ ♪ - Wait, so you're really not
gonna stay here and help us? - Sorry, love,
we've got brunch booked at WeHo and then--oh, ah! I fell in a bush! - I think that means no. - Okay, Mr. Elevens,
what do we do now? - We relax. I'll delete the video now.
Problem solved. Oh, hey, guys. - Just a quick poof
between toilets to make sure you didn't turn
the catchy dials to 11. both: Uh... - Cosmo, Wanda,
it is still toilet time! - You heard the man.
Toilet time. - Suspicious... - Okay, now delete
the ClikClok video. - All right,
all right, all right. Just gonna...
[phone chimes] Ooh, hold up. Text from my mom. - Delete our video first. - Viv, it's my mommy! She says,
"Stop doing everything "and turn on
the Dimmsdale No Nonsense News. PS, hope Viv isn't making
too many math jokes, LOL." [laughs] Turn on the No Nonsense News! - Delete our video first, and also, you didn't need
to read that PS out loud. - My mommy said
stop doing everything. That includes deleting! - Reporting live,
I'm Judy Stoneface. You've heard of grand openings, but have you heard
of grand closings? Who wrote this nonsense? Anyway, married hotties
Ty Turner and Rachel Raskin are about to close
their ballroom dance business, Fancy Dance Dance Studio. And it's all
because of a song. - Oh, no. - Oh, yes. - Don't care job.
Just care song. - Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey. - This song slaps and is a bop.
Listen. - Normally, I would
dismiss that as nonsense, but if it really is a song
that both is a bop and also slaps, I'm willing
to make an exception. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Okay. Well, it's official,
I quit. both: No! - Signing off forever
because I don't care job. Just care song. Good luck, world.
I've been Judy Stoneface. - Oh, this is bad! - Yeah, I think
the camera man just quit too. - ♪ Do the monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey see, monkey do,
monkey with you ♪ - Wanda, Cosmo! - Where are you?
We need your help! - I knew I was right
to be suspicious! - Okay, fine, you got us,
but we need you to help us. - Puny fairies, get back here! My next bathroom has
a Japanese robot toilet. - Sorry, kids, gotta poof! - No--ugh. - Jealous. Those Japanese robot toilets
get it done! - Oh, no, kids at school
got to the video before you deleted it. Now they're posting themselves doing the dance to our song. - [shouting]
You guys got any snacks? - [shouting]
Try the kitchen! - I can't really hear you, but if you just suggested
I check the kitchen, I cleaned that out
on my way up here. - Those are my pajamas! - Again, baby girl,
I can't really hear you. I've only been listening to
and perfecting my song over and over
for the last few days. - Did you pretend
to want snacks just so you could come up here
and say that? - For what I hope is
the last time, I can't really hear you! Now I'm taking my talents
and this sweatshirt back to my house. ♪ Waking up in the morning ♪ ♪ Thinkin' 'bout
sniffin' things ♪ - Oh, you can kiss
that sweatshirt goodbye. - We've got bigger problems. both: ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey, monkey-- ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey, monkey-- ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey see, monkey do,
monkey with you ♪ - And that was for my cousin
in gay Paree. I tell him, this song
is a banger that also slaps! Share to the whole continent
of Europe and beyond! - We've got monkey troubles. - Hey, have you guys
heard this song? - Ooh, it slaps. - Oh, no. - My cousin in Fairy Europe
sent it to us. - We got monkey troubles. - Oi, if anyone can hear me, I'm still stuck in the bush! both: ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, oh ♪ - Hey, we're way off course. - Who cares?
This song is banger! - Truth.
Hey, Houston, we have a bop. - Hey! Hello! - Can I have
one of your wands, please? both: ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ - I think we're on our own. - Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, I know exactly how to fix this. - How? - Go downstairs,
we get the leftover gumbo out of the fridge,
we heat it up, I eat it. - And? - We hopefully think of a way
to get out of this. - That's not gonna work. - You've never had good gumbo,
and it shows. both: ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ ♪ Monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey ♪ - I just don't see how Gumbo
is gonna help us. - Tell me you've never had
that good, good gumbo without telling me you've never
had that good, good gumbo. - What's going on? - We're moving. - Gotta sell the house.
- Why? - Can't stop listening
to that monkey song. Had to close studio.
Now we pack up and move. - Dad, you don't have to move. - She's right, Ty.
- Thank you. - Instead of moving, we can
just lie down on our faces and spend the rest of our lives
listening to that song. ♪ ♪ - Not what I meant. - Hello, I'm former news anchor
Judy Stoneface. Is this where
the monkey song was birthed? - Yes? - It's nonsense and I love it. Monkey, monkey, monkey,
monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey. - Oi, ain't I seen you
on the telly? Be a love and help a bruv
out of this bush! - All right, everybody,
calm down. I've got the gumbo! What are they doing? - They closed the dance studio
and we're moving. - That's bad. [phone dings] - Oh, my god,
the stock market crashed! - What's a stock market? - And the United Nations have
quit working on world peace to focus on the monkey song. - Thank God I got
this good, good gumbo. - How does the gumbo help us? - I smell gumbo. [upbeat music] ♪ ♪ - I'm gonna need
some of that gumbo later, but first, you should all know that I finished
perfecting my song. I'll sing you the new chorus.
It's about you. - Yikes. - ♪ If loving you is bad ♪ ♪ Why do you smell so good? ♪ ♪ Sniffy, sniffy, ooh ♪ ♪ Sniffy, sniffy, baby! ♪ - What is that awful noise? - It's hurting my perfect ears. - ♪ If loving you is bad ♪ ♪ Why do you smell so good? ♪ ♪ Sniffy, sniffy, ooh ♪ ♪ Sniffy, sniffy, baby ♪ - Zina, I will pay you
more than you possess to stop that singing! - And I will pay you double. - Keep singing!
- What? - Just trust me. Sing, Zina! - Okay. ♪ Sniffy baby ♪ ♪ You're my sniffy,
sniffy baby ♪ - I think Zina's voice
is so terrible that it's breaking the spell. - ♪ S to the N
to the I to the F-F-Y ♪ ♪ If I don't sniff you
right now ♪ ♪ I'll die ♪ - What are all these boxes
doing here? - And why aren't we at work? - I have no idea. [monkey song stops] - Let's get out of here, Ty. Let's get
some of that good, good gumbo and dance this horrible dream
out of our beautiful minds. - Gumbo fixes everything. - Of course it does.
It's gumbo! - I think Zina's voice
is so bad that it breaks the spell
of the forbidden phrase. - Nah, Viv, it's the power. The power of gumbo! - Oh, my God. Hey, Zina,
take off your headphones! - Sup, chica? - I want to record your song and send it
to everyone in the world. - Of course you do.
- What? - Like the mighty swallows
returning to Capistrano. - Again, what? - They always come
crawling back to Zina. - So can we record you? - For a price.
- Name it. - I think you know what I want. - Did you guys know that
there are 419 types of gumbo? There's Creole Gumbo,
Gumbo Ya-ya, Gumbo Yay-yay, Gumbo Boo-Boo-- - Done. - She okay? - Yeah, she just fainted
'cause of your smell. Wanda, Cosmo. - I'm sorry, but your friend
Zina is a terrible singer. - I was having
a great monkey-related dream until that awful singing
woke me up. - See, Wanda and Cosmo
aren't song zombies anymore. My theory was right.
Zina's voice breaks the spell. - Okay, fine, Viv,
it wasn't the gumbo at all. - Okay, Roy, wish that
literally every single screen in the entire world
played this video, like, ten times in a row,
just to be sure. - You heard the lady. - ♪ If loving you is bad ♪ ♪ Why do you smell so good? ♪ ♪ Sniffy, sniffy, ooh ♪ ♪ Sniffy, sniffy, baby ♪ - Houston,
we are back on course, but we're just gonna hang out
up in space until that girl is
done singing. - ♪ I'll die! ♪ - I'm giving a tour
of my bathrooms. What do you want? Oh, you fixed it.
How? Gumbo? - Yes, fine,
we fixed it with gumbo. - Ha! Yes! - Anyway, since we fixed it,
you owe us a favor. - I don't see how I owe you
a favor because you fixed a problem that you created,
but go ahead. - I'm gonna need you
to come back to Dimmsdale. - What? - I'm Judy Stoneface. You've heard of grand closings, but have you heard
of grand reopenings? Yes? No? Well, enough nonsense.
Here's Dustan Lumberlake. - Hi, Judy. - I have no time
for pleasantries. What are you doing here
and why? - Okay, I'm dancing,
ballroom dancing, because I'm done
with ClikClok dancing. - All that standing
in one place, waving your arms around like
you're a big deal or something, it's nonsense. - It sure is. - So be like Dustan Lumberlake and come on down
to Fancy Dance Dance Studio, where you can learn to dance
a real dance. A ballroom dance. - "Come on down"?
I'm right here--oh. You're talking
to the viewers at home that you can't even see. This is nonsense.
I've been Judy Stoneface. Oh, what? No, stop it.
This is nonsense. Stop it. All right,
this is kind of nice. Continue. Continue. - I think we learned a pretty
valuable lesson today, Viv. - Yeah, be careful
what you wish for. - Ha, could you imagine? - Uh, yes, I can. We made a wish
and it completely backfired. - Uh, no, we made a wish
and we took it to 11. Things got
a little out of control, but we cleaned up our mess
and saved the dance studio. And remember how cool
you looked with that guitar? - Cha. Hey, speaking of wishes,
I actually wished that Zina had
a beautiful singing voice. - Oh, nice. - Right in time for her
sniffy music video shoot. - Oh, no!
