It was a sunny day outside Timmy Turner's school, which for some reason was unnamed and only had the word "SCHOOL" above the entrance. In the hallways, some students buttfucked, while others had gunfights, shooting each other in the face repeatedly. This was the result of rampant immorality, the cause of which was unknown. Some people suspected it was because society had simply become too politically correct and forgotten right and wrong.

In the classrooms, it was much quieter. Well, at least it was at first.

"All right, what is 154/11(4+1)?" asked Mr. Crocker.

A.J. raised his hand and waved it around, yelling "Pick me, Mr. Crocker! Pick me, you SHITFACE!" He was trying to get the teacher's attention, but only ended up looking really stupid to everyone else.

Crocker sighed loudly. He didn't actually want to be here. He didn't feel like it. He wanted to be home in bed, even if it meant dealing with his stupid mother. "A.J.?" he muttered, finally acknowledging his black student.

"Is it 70?" A.J. guessed.

"NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!1!11!" Crocker bellowed in A.J.'s face, so loudly he and several other students surrounding him fell out of their seats. "THE CORRECT ANSWER WAS FAIRIEEEESS!"

Timmy and Chester looked at each other in utter bewilderment as their teacher spazzed the hell out.

He handed A.J. a piece of paper with a huge, bold, red letter "F" on it, screaming, "YOU! You get an F!" A.J. stared at his paper wide-eyed, but not really giving a crap. He began handing out "F" papers to the other students for no reason, starting with Francis. "And YOU, you get an F!" Francis looked at his "F" for a split second then ate it. "You get an F... and yooooouuu get an F..." He threw a tall stack of "F" papers into the air. "EEEEVVERYBOOOODYY GEEEETS AANNN FFFFfffffuh!"

He laughed maniacally, having lost all sanity, and started jumping around before cartwheeling out of the room, as "F"s floated down from the ceiling.

Some time later, Timmy was walking across the parking lot behind the school to his bus. His fairy godparents, Cosmo, Wanda, and little baby Poof, followed behind him, disguised as brightly-colored squirrels.

"That was... an... odd day," Timmy said, weirded out from the school day's events.

"Yeah, it was," Cosmo agreed in his screechy high-pitched voice that seemed to get a little higher every season. "The weirdest part was when Mr. Crocker ran out into the street and jumped on people's windshields and made them crash. I remember it like it was only a few minutes ag-"

Wanda slapped Cosmo across the face with Timmy's backpack, then tackled him to the ground and started beating her poor husband to death. "Cosmo, you fucking goddamn dumbass! It was a few minutes ago! We've did that joke so many times, it's not even funny anymore! It was never even that funny to begin with!" After that, she just started saying random swear words, calling him a "bitchass shitcuntface," among other things. It got so bad that Poof started shrieking and Timmy had to break them up.

"SHUT UP!" Timmy screamed, shooting the pink and green squirrels with a twelve-gauge shotgun until they stopped moving. Since they were fairies, they came back to life a few seconds later. "Let's all be quiet and try to have a relaxing bus ride home."

The ride home was far from relaxing. The bus whizzed down the winding roads at top speed, and every turn at an intersection was jerky and made the bus tilt a little. The situation inside the bus was no better. All Timmy wanted was to have a relaxing ride home, but the other kids on the bus had other ideas. They chatted and laughed and played their Game Boys and listened to their iPods without headphones, while one of them played with his paddleball really close to Timmy's face. The pink-capped, buck-toothed brunette boy tried to ignore the other people on the bus and the rougher-than-usual ride home, but it was no use. The bus was two-thirds of the way to his house when some Mexican-looking boy threw a ball and it ricocheted off the side of Timmy's head. Timmy finally decided he'd had enough and pulled the bell cord to stop the bus. He walked down the bus steps, barely holding in his fury. Suddenly, the Mexican kid's ball bounced off the back of his head, knocking Timmy face-down into a puddle on the sidewalk.

There was a pause.

Timmy looked up, then got out of the puddle.

"YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Drop me a beat, DJ, I'm tearin' up this mike (beat starts)

Yo, yo

Yo, Tim-Tim ain't yo average kid

Nigga do you understand?

OK, so his parents and Vicky are his guardians

But they really don't give a damn

His world is shit, he can't take it

He sobs mathematically, you get me?

Till he gets some fairy bitches that can transform into fishes

And he finds instantly

That he's got fuckin' OddParents, nigga Fairly OddParents

(Wanda: Bling and cash!)

(Cosmo: Lemme get my stash!)

OddParents, mothafuckin' OddParents

Ghetto shit, weed trips, rap pimps, big lips

XBOX noobs, six-fo cruise, drug abuse, Mountain Dew

Big butts, hooker sluts, blood and guts, the po-po izz nuts!

OddParents, bitchin' Fairly OddParents

It flips your shit when you're a wazzock git

With Fairly OddParents

Swag up