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The Fairly OddParents

Lights Out/Dad Overboard

- "SO THE SUPER SCARY BOOGIE MONSTER "BARED ITS FANGS AT THE LITTLE KID "AND TOTALLY ATE HIM! THE END." WASN'T THAT A GREAT STORY, POOF? - [whimpering] [crying] - OH, GREAT. I FORGOT, WHEN POOF CRIES, BAD THINGS HAPPEN. - WAS THAT THUNDER, OR DID I PULL MY OWN FINGER? - OH, IT'S OKAY, POOF. TIMMY, DID YOU READ POOF A SCARY STORY AND MAKE HIM CRY? - I READ POOF A STORY, BUT THERE WAS NOTHING SCARY ABOUT IT. - THE SUPER SCARY BOOGIE MONSTER WHO LIVES UNDER YOUR BED AND WILL TOTALLY EAT YOU WHEN IT GETS DARK? - AH! THAT BOOK IS TERRIFYING. THERE ARE WORDS IN IT! - EEH! HONEY! IT'S RAINING IN THE DEN, AND THERE'S A WHALE ON THE SOFA. - THERE. SEE, POOF? EVERYTHING'S OKAY. WHY DON'T WE ALL GET READY FOR BED? - GOOD IDEA, WANDA. NIGHT, GUYS. - [screams] - TIMMY, POOF'S STILL SCARED. WOULD YOU MIND IF WE TURNED ON HIS NIGHT-LIGHT? - KNOCK YOURSELVES OUT. I CAN SLEEP THROUGH ANYTHING. AH! WHAT'S GOING ON? - THAT'S POOF'S NIGHT-LIGHT, THE RETINA MELTER 2000. AH, MY RETINAS! - YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. GUYS, THIS IS RIDICULOUS. I WISH THE NIGHT-LIGHT WAS OUT. - SORRY ABOUT THIS, POOF. - POOF-POOF? EEH! [whimpers] - AH, THAT'S BETTER. NOW I CAN FINALLY GET SOME SLEEP. - AH, LA-LA-LA! - IT'S MORNING ALREADY? - NOTHING LIKE 12 SECONDS OF SLEEP TO MAKE YOU READY TO TAKE ON THE DAY. BOY, YOU LOOK TERRIBLE. - THAT'S 'CAUSE I NEED MORE THAN 12 SECONDS OF SLEEP. I WISH IT WAS TOTALLY DARK FOR 12 HOURS. - NO LIGHT AT ALL? TIMMY, THAT'S DANGEROUS. THINK OF THE HORRIBLE ACCIDENTS THAT COULD HAPPEN. - OH, YOU'RE RIGHT. I WISH IT WAS DARK FOR 12 HOURS BUT I HAD THIS FLASHLIGHT TO FIND THE BATHROOM. - GOOD CALL. WE DON'T WANT YOU USING THE FISHBOWL AGAIN. [electrical humming] - TIMMY, THERE'S A FUN FACT YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THE DARK, A SCARY STORY THAT'S REALLY TRUE, CALLED "THE SCARY FAIRIES." - AH! THIS STORY'S JUST AS TERRIFYING. IT HAS WORDS IN IT TOO. AH! [glass shatters] UM, TIMMY, WANDA BROKE YOUR TV. - THE LEGEND SAYS, IF FAIRIES GO FOR MORE THAN EIGHT HOURS IN THE DARK, WE TURN INTO VICIOUS, CRAZY, FANGED BEASTS WHO EAT THEIR GODKIDS. - WHAT? OH, I GET IT. YOU'RE TRYING TO GET BACK AT ME FOR SCARING POOF. NICE TRY. I'M GOING TO SLEEP NOW, TOTALLY NOT SCARED. - OKAY, MR. FEARLESS. BUT WHEN YOU WAKE UP LIGHTLY SEASONED IN A POT OF BOILING WATER, DON'T SAY WE DIDN'T WARN YOU. - HA. FAIRIES. SCARY. [snoring] [yawns] 4:00 P.M.? AH, TEN HOURS OF SLEEP, JUST WHAT I NEEDED. OOH, I WONDER IF COSMO AND WANDA ARE SCARY FAIRIES NOW. [laughs] HEY, WHY AM I IN THE BATHTUB? AND WHAT'S COOKING? IT SMELLS DELICIOUS. WHERE'S THE FLASHLIGHT? UH-OH. THIS ISN'T A BATHTUB. BUT I DO SMELL DELICIOUS. - HI, TIMMY. YOU'RE LOOKING WELL ROASTED. - UH, DON'T YOU MEAN "WELL RESTED"? - NO! - NO! - AH! THAT SHOULD HOLD 'EM. NOW TO GET OUT OF HERE. AH! UH! UH! UH, STAIRS. THEN I MUST BE IN THE... AH! LIVING ROOM. MAN, THAT WAS A LONG FALL. - EEH, SORRY, SON. I JUST WAXED THE STAIRS AND ADDED MORE OF THEM. - WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LIGHT? IS IT A POWER OUTAGE OR AN ECLIPSE? - THIS IS CHET UBETCHA SAYING IT'S NOT A POWER OUTAGE, AND YOUR EYES ARE OPEN. - OH, GOOD, HONEY, YOU FOUND A RADIO. - NO, I DIDN'T. - THIS JUST IN: IT'S DARK IN DIMMSDALE, AND I'M LOST. THIS ALSO JUST IN: A CIRCUS TRAIN HAS DERAILED IN THE DARK. THE CRASH HAS FREED A PACK OF RARE AND HUNGRY SABER-TOOTHED TIGERS WITH NIGHT VISION. CITIZENS ARE ADVISED TO STAY HOME AND NOT DO ANYTHING TO ATTRACT THE SAVAGE CARNIVORES. AH! - EEH, SORRY, CHET. I JUST INSTALLED A NEW TRAP DOOR IN THE LIVING ROOM. - SABER-TOOTHED TIGERS ON THE LOOSE? OH, LOOKS LIKE I PICKED A BAD DAY TO THAW OUT ALL OUR FROZEN BEEF. - AND I PICKED A BAD TIME TO SMEAR MY NAKED BODY IN CAT FOOD. - DAD'S NAKED? [growling] - AH! - AH! - YAH! - OH, TIMMY, WE'RE BACK TO NORMAL. - AND WE TOTALLY DON'T WANT TO EAT YOU ANYMORE. - YOU DON'T? AH! SCARY FAIRIES LIE! THERE'S THE FRONT DOOR. I'M OUT OF HERE. - UH! - AH! UH. - SORRY, SON. I MOVED OUR HOUSE TO THE TOP OF A HILL BECAUSE THE VIEW IS SO MUCH BETTER. YOU'LL SEE WHAT I MEAN IF WE LIVE TO SEE THE SUNRISE AGAIN. - IN THE MEANTIME, WE'RE GOING TO DRAG OUR LACERATED BODIES TO THE HOSPITAL, SWEETIE. YOU BE CAREFUL. - EEH, EEH, EEH. - IS SHE KIDDING? I'M NOT MOVING FROM THIS SPOT UNTIL THIS WISH IS OVER. [phone ringing] HELLO? - EEH, HI, TIMMY. FORGOT TO TELL YOU, WHEN I MOVED THE HOUSE TO THE TOP OF THE HILL, I ALSO MOVED IT CLOSER TO THE FREEWAY. HAVE FUN. [horn blaring] [horn blares] - AH! UH! UH! [train bell dinging] OH, NO! TRAIN! AH! UH. DON'T TELL ME. AIRPORT? - PREPARE FOR TAKEOFF. - AH! AH! UH. UH. DIMMSDALE TRAMPOLINE EMPORIUM? ALL RIGHT. AND I BET, AFTER ALL THAT, I ONLY HAVE A FEW MINUTES OF DARKNESS LEFT. 90 MINUTES MORE? OH, COME ON. [helicopter blades whirring] MR. CROCKER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? - I FIGURED IT WAS YOU WHO PLUNGED DIMMSDALE INTO COMPLETE DARKNESS. SO I HOPPED IN THE CROCKER COPTER TO FIND YOU AND SAY, "F"! THANKS TO THE NUCLEAR REACTOR I BUILT IN THE BASEMENT, ALL MY "F"s NOW GLOW IN THE DARK. OF COURSE, SO DOES MOTHER. - OOH, GET AWAY, YOU STUPID MOTHS. - BUT I DON'T, WHICH MEANS YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SEE ME SNEAK INTO YOUR HOUSE TO HUNT FOR YOUR FAIRIES. [growling] WOW, I MUST BE REALLY HUNGRY. - IT WASN'T YOUR STOMACH GROWLING. THAT WAS A BUNCH OF ESCAPED SABER-TOOTHED TIGERS WITH NIGHT VISION. - IF THAT'S TRUE, I PICKED A BAD DAY TO WEAR MY NEW PORK CHOP UNDERPANTS. - YOU'RE WEARING PORK CHOP UNDERPANTS? [growling] - AH! TAKE IT UP, MOTHER! AH! NOT THE PORK CHOPS! - PHEW, FINALLY, I'M SAFE. [phone rings] HELLO? - HI, TIMMY. IT'S TOOTIE. IT'S DARK AND SCARY OUT, JUST LIKE MY LOVE FOR YOU. - UH, YEAH, GEE, TOO BAD I'M MILES AWAY AND YOU'LL NEVER FIND ME. - FOUND YOU! NOW HOW ABOUT A KISS, LOVER BOY? MUAH! - AH! [thudding] UH. - WATCH OUT FOR THE BRICK WALL I BUILT TO SURROUND OUR LOVE. - [sighs] [beeping] UH. WHERE AM I? - YOU'RE IN THE HOSPITAL, YOUNG MAN. YOU RAN INTO A BRICK WALL OVER AND OVER AND HAVE BEEN UNCONSCIOUS FOR AN HOUR. - AN HOUR? SWEET! THAT MEANS I ONLY HAVE HALF AN HOUR TO GO. - LUCKY FOR YOU, THIS YOUNG GIRL HAS BEEN PASSIONATELY GIVING YOU MOUTH-TO-MOUTH THIS WHOLE TIME. - I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU TO PASS OUT AGAIN, LOVER BOY. - AH! [breathing heavily] THANK GOODNESS THIS HOSPITAL IS SO BIG. I THINK I LOST TOOTIE IN THE OPERATING ROOM. - I WANT A TIMMY-CHANGA. - AND I WANT A PLATE OF TIM-SUM. - VERY CLEVER. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, GUYS? I'VE DECIDED NOT TO BE SCARED OF YOU ANYMORE. NEVER MIND! YOU GUYS ARE EVEN SCARIER FAIRIES NOW. - DID I HEAR SOMEONE MENTION FAIRIES? - MR. CROCKER? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE HOSPITAL? - I HAD TO GET THOSE TIGERS SURGICALLY REMOVED FROM MY UNDERWEAR. I DON'T KNOW WHICH WAS WORSE, THE TIGER ATTACK OR THE PASSIONATE MOUTH-TO-MOUTH FROM MOTHER. ANYHOO, I'LL TAKE A FAIRY NOW. THANK YOU. - [growls loudly] - UH. UH. UH, WOW, THEY'RE MORE FEROCIOUS THAN I REMEMBER. MOTHER, START THE CROCKER COPTER WHILE I DRAG MY LACERATED BODY TOWARDS YOU. - BEATING UP MR. CROCKER SURE WORKED UP AN APPETITE. - YEAH, I WANT A BLT SANDWICH. THAT'S BACON, LETTUCE, AND TIM-MATO. - YAH! UH! - THERE YOU ARE, TIMMY. I BROUGHT A CANOE PADDLE TO HELP YOU PASS OUT AGAIN. - AH! - [moaning] - UH! UH! [tigers growling] YAH! [all laughing maniacally] [Timmy breathing heavily] UH. OH, NO. I THINK I'M ON THE ROOF. THAT MEANS I'M TRAPPED. [loud crash] [loud pounding] WAIT, ONLY 30 SECONDS LEFT UNTIL THE LIGHTS COME ON. I CAN DO THIS. OH, NO. MAYBE I CAN'T. FIVE SECONDS. FOUR, THREE, TWO. AH! NO! STOP EATING ME! AH! WAIT, THE WISH IS OVER? THE LIGHT'S BACK ON, AND I'M NOT IN COSMO'S STOMACH? - YEP, WE'RE BACK TO NORMAL, AND JUST IN TIME TOO. YOU WERE PRETTY SCARED, SPORT. - NO, I WASN'T. AH! YES, I WAS. I WAS SCARED. TURN THE LIGHTS ON. - [laughs] BOY, WE REALLY GOT YOU, TIMMY. I MEAN, UM... WANDA BROKE YOUR FLOWER POT. - WAIT A MINUTE. YOU GUYS WERE ONLY PRETENDING TO BE SCARY FAIRIES? - YEP. YOU NEEDED TO LEARN YOUR LESSON ABOUT SCARING POOF. - POOF, I'M REALLY SORRY I SCARED YOU AND THAT I MADE SUCH A SILLY WISH. I DON'T EVER WANT THAT MUCH DARKNESS AGAIN. AND WHILE THERE'S STILL DAYLIGHT, I'M GONNA ENJOY IT. AH! thud! - THE HOUSE IS STILL ON A HILL, SON. - HEY, TURNER FAMILY, THIS IS GONNA BE THE GREATEST VACATION EVER, ONE WHOLE WEEK AT THE GOLDEN CARCASS LUXURY MOTEL IN TUCSON, ARIZONA! - UH. - AW, WHAT'S WRONG, SPORT? YOU DON'T SEEM TOO EXCITED. - IT'S JUST THAT MY DAD GETS LOST ON THE WAY TO EVERY VACATION. DAD, I DON'T THINK WE'RE IN THE DESERT. - YEE, WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT, TIMMY? - WE JUST PASSED SANTA'S WORKSHOP. - MERRY CHRISTMAS! [all gasp] [all screaming] - TIMMY'S RIGHT. WE'RE LOST. - OH, NONSENSE, HONEY. MEN HAVE GPSses FOR BRAINS. WE NEVER GO THE WRONG WAY. [all screaming] all: WRONG WAY! [all screaming] - [whimpering] ANOTHER ELF ON THE WINDSHIELD AND ANOTHER VACATION GONE HORRIBLY WRONG, JUST LIKE OUR TRIP TO MOUNT ST. DIMMSDALE... [all screaming] AND OUR TRIP TO THE BIG APPLE... [all screaming] AND OUR TRIP TO DRAGON COUNTRY SAFARI. [all screaming] NO! I CAN'T RUIN ANOTHER VACATION. I KNOW. I'LL BUILD A BOAT AND SAIL MY FAMILY TO SAFETY, AND I WON'T FEEL LIKE A MAN TILL I DO. I'LL JUST FEEL LIKE A WOMAN NAMED LINDA. - AND I'LL DO WHAT I ALWAYS DO ON THESE VACATIONS: LIGHT A SIGNAL FIRE AND GATHER COCONUTS. - I FEEL BAD FOR YOUR FATHER, SPORT. MAYBE I SHOULD JUST POOF US ALL BACK HOME. - NOPE, YOU HEARD MY DAD. HE'S NOT GONNA FEEL BETTER UNLESS HE SAVES US. BESIDES, HE AND THE ELF ARE HANDLING THINGS JUST FINE. - GEH! GEH. LINDA BROKE HER FINGERNAIL. - ANYWAY, WHILE MY DAD WORKS ON SAVING US, I'M GONNA ENJOY AN ACTUAL VACATION. AH, THIS IS THE LIFE, KICKING BACK ON THE BEACH WITH NO SCHOOL AND NO MR. CROCKER. [slurping] I WONDER WHAT HE'S DOING NOW. - "F!" HMM. IT JUST DOESN'T FEEL THE SAME. HERE, PUT THESE ON. "F!" UH, STILL NO GOOD. WITHOUT TURNER TO HUMILIATE, MY LIFE HAS LOST ALL MEANING. I DON'T FEEL LIKE A MAN ANYMORE. I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN NAMED LINDA. AH! LINDA BROKE HER FINGERNAIL. - TIMMY, I STOLE THESE BERRIES FROM AN ANGRY MONKEY. WOULD YOU TRY THEM TO SEE IF THEY'RE POISONOUS? - NO NEED FOR POISONOUS BERRIES, MOM. - WOW, WHERE DID YOU GET A SMOOTHIE, CLUB SANDWICH, AND CURLY FRIES? - UH, I SNARED THEM IN A NET. - OH, YOU'RE QUITE THE LITTLE SURVIVOR. HM, UNLIKE YOUR FATHER, LINDA. - LINDA HEARD THAT. - DAD, I BROUGHT YOU A SANDWICH AND A DRINK. WHOA! WHAT IS THIS? - EEH, IT'S A BOAT STORE. EVERYONE KNOWS YOU CAN'T GET A BOAT WITHOUT A BOAT STORE. - UH, WOULDN'T IT BE EASIER TO JUST BUILD A BOAT? - SURE, TIMMY. AND IT WOULD BE EASIER TO COUNT TO 7 IF 7 CAME BEFORE 5. BUT LIFE DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY. - OKAY. LOOK, I THINK YOU'VE BEEN OUT IN THE SUN A LITTLE TOO LONG. WHY DON'T YOU PUT ON SOME SUN BLOCK? - DEH, NO NEED, SON. I'M WEARING A HAT. - UH. - TIMMY, I THINK YOUR DAD'S GONE A LITTLE CRAZY. SHOULDN'T WE POOF BACK TO DIMMSDALE NOW? - NO, IF MY DAD DOESN'T SAVE US ON HIS OWN, WE'LL HAVE TO CALL HIM "LINDA" FOREVER, AND HE'LL FEEL TOTALLY USELESS. - I FEEL TOTALLY USELESS. OH, LINDA, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO. WITHOUT TURNER TO DESTROY, YOU'VE BECOME A SHELL OF A WOMAN. [low rumbling] - CLEAR THE AREA. THIS BUILDING IS ABOUT TO BE DEMOLISHED. - THAT'S IT. CAN'T DESTROY TURNER, BUT MAYBE WATCHING SOMETHING ELSE GET DESTROYED WILL CHEER ME UP. crash! NOTHING. I FEEL NOTHING. UH! OKAY, I FELT THAT. - THANKS FOR THE WATERSLIDE, GUYS. WHOO-HOO! NOW HOW ABOUT POOFING ME UP A FROZEN YOGURT STAND? OH, YEAH. all: UH-LUH-LUH-LUH-LUH-LUH. - OH, LOOK, A WATERSLIDE AND A FROZEN YOGURT STAND. I WONDER WHERE THOSE CAME FROM. - UH, GLOBAL WARMING? - WELL, THAT MAKES SENSE. - AND I'D BETTER CHECK ON POOF. I PROMISED I'D HELP HIM BUILD A SANDCASTLE. - POOF-POOF? - WELL, IT'S A START, POOF, BUT YOU TOTALLY FORGOT THE MOAT. clang! - POOF-POOF? - TIMMY, OH, YOU'RE JUST IN TIME FOR THE GRAND OPENING OF LINDA'S BOAT STORE. - WHOA. ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS TAKE ONE OF THESE BOATS AND SAIL HOME. - TIMMY, WE CAN'T JUST TAKE A BOAT. THAT WOULD BE STEALING. WE HAVE TO BUY ONE FROM THE BOAT SALESMAN. BUT I HAVEN'T BUILT HIM YET. - WHERE'D YOU GET THE POWER SAW? - I BORROWED IT FROM STANLEY OVER AT THE HARDWARE STORE I BUILT. IT'S RIGHT NEXT TO THE LAUNDROMAT. HI, STANLEY. I SEE YOU'RE OUT FOR A STROLL WITH THE MISSUS. - WANDA WAS RIGHT. WE NEED TO GET MY DAD OUT OF HERE. - WHAT DID YOU FIND, POOF? - POOF-POOF? - WOW! JUST WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED, A BOMB-SHAPED ALARM CLOCK. WHAT'S THIS BUTTON DO? beep! AW, I WAS HOPING IT WAS THE RADIO. STUPID ALARM CLOCK. LET'S HIT IT WITH A HAMMER. - [laughing] [buzzing] - UH, GENERAL MCCLOUD, REMEMBER THAT BOMB WE LOST? - WHICH ONE, SERGEANT FLINT? WE'RE THE U.S. MILITARY! WE LOSE BOMBS EVERY DAY! - UH, IT'S THE ONE THAT LOOKS LIKE A BIG ALARM CLOCK. WELL, IT'S BEEN ACTIVATED. - FANTASTIC. A DEPRESSED FIFTH-GRADE TEACHER HAS BROUGHT HIS CLASS ON A FIELD TRIP. THEY'RE GONNA LOVE WATCHING AN ISLAND EXPLODE. - IS THE ISLAND NAMED TIMMY? - WHOO-HOO! WANDA? WHAT'S THAT HUMMING SOUND? UH. - HEY, GUYS. MAN, ARE YOU HAVING A BAD HAIR DAY. - COSMO, WHAT IS THAT THING? - OH, THIS? JUST A STUPID ALARM CLOCK. WANT TO KNOW THE TIME? IT'S 10:29. 10:28. 10:27. - COSMO, THAT'S A BOMB. - A BOMB? YOU GUYS GOT TO POOF ME AND MY PARENTS OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW. [trumpet fanfare] - [grunting] - OH, THAT BOMB'S PUTTING OUT A MAGNETIC FIELD THAT'S AFFECTING OUR MAGIC. - OH, NO. NOW THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SAVE US IS MY DAD. [all screaming] DAD, WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE FAST. THERE'S A BOMB ON THE ISLAND. - NO PROBLEM, TIMMY. I JUST BOUGHT A BOAT FROM EDUARDO HERE. EDUARDO, YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A DEAL. - OH, NO. THIS IS A DISASTER. - YOU'RE TELLING ME. EDUARDO'S HURT BAD. IT'S A GOOD THING I BUILT A HOSPITAL NEXT TO THE AIRPORT. WE COULD TAKE THAT PLANE HOME, BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FLY. I'M GONNA GO BUILD A FLIGHT SCHOOL. - AH! DAD, LISTEN TO ME! YOU WANTED TO SAVE OUR FAMILY, RIGHT? THIS IS YOUR BIG CHANCE. - WELL, WE COULD ALWAYS USE THE SUBMARINE, I GUESS. [chirps] [dolphins chirping] WITH ALL THE SPARE TIME I HAD, I CONVERTED THE STATION WAGON INTO AN AMPHIBIOUS VEHICLE. - THAT'S AWESOME. I'LL GET MOM. - AND I'LL GET STANLEY AND HIS HEADLESS WIFE. [beeping] - WELCOME TO THE TOUR! IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY. YOU GET TO WATCH AN ISLAND BLOW UP. HAVE A COMPLIMENTARY JUICE BOX. [beeping] - [breathing heavily] - GENERAL MCCLOUD, THE ISLAND'S INHABITED. - IT'S TURNER. HE'S ABOUT TO BE DESTROYED FOR REAL. SUDDENLY I FEEL ALIVE AGAIN. - WE CAN'T BLOW UP A POPULATED ISLAND, LINDA. BESIDES, THERE'S AN ELF ON IT. WE'LL ALL END UP ON SANTA'S NAUGHTY LIST. DEACTIVATE THAT BOMB, SERGEANT! - NO! [electrical sizzling] - SAY, THE CIRCUITS ARE FRIED. I CAN'T STOP THE BOMB FROM DETONATING. - HOORAY! I MEAN, OOPS. CAN YOU ZOOM IN ON THE KID WITH THE BEAVER TEETH? - HANG ON, EVERYONE. I'LL SAVE YOU OR MY NAME ISN'T LINDA. - HURRY! WHO KNOWS HOW MUCH TIME WE HAVE TILL THAT BOMB EXPLODES. - I KNOW. WE HAVE FIVE, FOUR, THREE... - COSMO, GET RID OF THAT BOMB! [beeping] [explosion] [all crying] - HOORAY! BEST TOUR EVER! - [whimpering] GOOD NEWS, KIDS. EVERYONE ON THE ISLAND MADE IT TO SAFETY. - EH? [children cheering] NO! MOTHER, MY MOTHER. - NOW, NOW, LINDA. A PRETTY LADY LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T CRY. [all cheering] - YOU DID IT, LINDA. I MEAN DAD. - YOU'RE A HERO. - THAT WAS THE BEST VACATION EVER. - HONEY, I THINK YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY AGAIN. - AM NOT. [all screaming] OOH, WE ARE SO GOING TO BE ON SANTA'S NAUGHTY LIST. - WRONG WAY! - WRONG WAY! [all screaming] - HO, HO, HO! Captioning by CaptionMax www.captionmax.com
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