Future A.J.: [completing time belt] Now I can go back to the past and make sure none of this ever happens.
(A.J. is zapped by a floating robot and held in a stasis field, one of Vicky's masked minions appears on the robot's monitor)
Masked Man: You thought you were going to use your time travel belt to return Dimmsdale to its former glory, didn't you? [laughs] Think again. [robot turns to the ceiling] Last two apprehended, your majesty.
(A giant floating television screen flies over A.J.'s ruined home and beams down a person obscured by a robe)
Mysterious Woman: No. There's still one more, but now that I have the time travel belt... [grabs belt off the floor] I know exactly where to find him in the past! And once I find him, there will be no one left to stop ME...
(The mysterious woman pulls off her hood)
Future Vicky: ME, Vicky, Supreme Ruler of the Earth! [laughs]
Vicky: [future Vicky's laughter fades into her own] I'm so happy! I can't wait to babysit Timmy today! Let's see if I have everything I need to ensure the proper amount of quality child supervision. [pulls out screwdriver] Ear cleaner! [pulls out blowtorch] Nostril scrubber! [pulls out flamethrower] And painful high speed clothes dryer!
Vicky: I just hope in my heart that some day... I'll be able to make the whole world miserable. [swats passing butterfly] But for now, my hate belongs to Timmy. ME, Vicky, Supreme Ruler of hating Timmy! [laughs, then chokes, then runs away]
Vicky: Dictator Week! I'll tell you what I'm gonna do next! Get to the biographical channel and change history so I can take over the world! [laughs evilly]
Host: Jerry seems really happy! And on fire!
Mr. Turner (angry): You dented a 747, destroyed Mr. Joel's glass house, and worse, Dinkleberg won my plaque!
Young Timmy Turner: [also driving a race car] Yeah, sure. Why should I believe you? You're an adult which means you're not a child, and if you're not a child you're an adult, and if you're an adult that means I shouldn't listen to you!
(Rapid Frame Changing)
Young Timmy Turner: Oooh! Ahh! Oh!
Host: [bored] Welcome back to-
[Politically Inaccurate begins to combine with wrestling, host changes into an announcer while the guests change into wrestlers]
Announcer: Pooolitically Inaccurate Smashdown! [set changes to a wrestling ring, audience changes from fancy people to party boys] Let's prepare to debate!
[Bells sounds, Wrestler #1 lunges at Wrestler #2]
Wrestler #1: [sitting on him while holding his right leg in the air]Taxes are too hiiiiigh!
Wrestler #2: Eat my right wing, punk![hits him off with his elbow]
Wanda: Wow, these credits are moving fast!
Cosmo: They're animation credits; they go really fast because nobody cares about 'em!
Blackbird: [arrives to see his destroyed lair] My stuff! Curse you, Quizzler!
Mr. Turner: ...and then, he just ran away!
Mrs. Turner: He was so upset about your daughter Vicky, we thought that maybe you two would be able to tell us something.
Mr. Turner: Like... if she's evil?
(Vicky's parents spit out their coffee, a bunch of lasers and tasers appear from behind the couch and pictures, aimed at them. Her father holds up a placard with a shaky hand and reads from it)
Vicky's Dad: Vicky is the kindest, sweetest, and most thoughtful daughter a parent could ask for. If you see her, could you tell her we said that? Exactly the way she wrote it? Please?
Vicky's Mom (scared): Wow, is it that late already? [turns the time on her watch ahead] It's a shame you have to leave... and... never come back!
(Vicky's mother shoves them out of the house and shuts the door in their face, from the window above, Tootie watches)
[After watching Adult Timmy struggle to jump into a TV in The Simpsons parody]
Cosmo: What's wrong with him?
Timmy: It's this channel, it makes all the adults even stupider.
(Cast becomes Sesame Street-type puppets)
Vicky: Today's show has been brought to you by the letter "V".
(Vicky laughs as she carries the V with her, and jumps into fake TV, then Young and Old Timmy, Cosmo and Wanda appear)
Young Timmy Turner: This way! Quick!
(Young and old Timmy walk off, leaving Cosmo and Wanda)
Cosmo: I've never felt more alive! Get it? Felt? FELT?!
(everyone starts jumping into the TV)
Doug Dimmadome: Welcome to the offices of Dimmadelphia Cable! I'm Doug Dimmadome, owner and president. What can I do for you two while I wait for security to show up and throw you out?
Mrs. Turner: Oh please, Mr. Dimmadome! Our son Timmy ran away because we didn't believe him when he said Vicky was evil!
Doug Dimmadome: What!? Haven't you ever heard of that Chip Skylark song, "Icky Vicky"? What did you think that song was about anyway, pumpkins?
Mr. Turner: Yes.
Mrs. Turner: We have to get a message to Timmy and let him know we're sorry!
Doug Dimmadome: Timmy, eh? Well, he did reunite me with my long lost son, but then again he did try to thwart my efforts to bulldoze Dimmsdale Flats, he also got in the way of me getting the Striker Z race car, but then again it was a screaming metal death trap. On the other hand...
Mr. Turner: Ohhh, c'mon. While he is babbling incoherently in that odd Southern drawl, let's get a televised message to Timmy!
Doug Dimmadome: ...But he did ruin my chances of moving the Ballhogs to Alaska, and I had already bought them blubber nuggets! But they were chewy!
[Flying through the TV world]
Wanda: Hey, what's the matter, Timmy? You just beat Vicky and stopped her before she could take over the world!
Cosmo: You should be happy!
Timmy: You think I would be, right? I'm even okay with growing up. I mean... did you see what a cool adult I'm gonna be? But I only got that way because my parents raised me right. I mean, in every show I visited the parents were either complete idiots or never around.
Cosmo: Yeah, your parents are either one or the other, never both!
Timmy: I know. My parents are so mad at me, they're gonna kill me before I even get that old.
[A nearby TV cube's program begins to change to Mr. and Mrs. Turner's broadcast]
Mrs. Turner: Uh... hello?
Timmy: [stops] Huh, mom? [flies in front of it] Dad?
Mr. Turner: We're despretely trying to reach our only son, Timmy.
[More cubes change, Timmy flies to one above him]
Mrs. Turner: Timmy, we're sorry we didn't believe you, we were wrong.
[Timmy sees more cubes change, turns around to ones behind him]
Mr. Turner: You had every right to be angry with your mother, but please! We just want you to come home, [as he says the next word, all but one cube change] because...
Mr. & Mrs. Turner: [final, extremely large cube switches] We love you!
Mr. Turner: [pushes wife offscreen] But I love you more!
Mrs. Turner: Oh, how can we ever thank you?
Doug Dimmadome: By getting the heck out of my office. That kid is nothing but trouble!
Doug Dimmadome: But then again, he did teach me the greatest love of all is inside of me. (tears form at his eyes)
Mr. Turner: [the Turners confront Vicky after finally figuring out she's evil] So, Vicky, what do you have to say for yourself?
Mrs. Turner: [shows a bunch of pictures of Vicky doing the deeds that she blamed Timmy on] In the face of this of this overwhelming evidence that you are, and always have been, an evil, lying, troublemaking shrew!
Vicky: [in tears] I'm sorry! I blame television!
Mr. Turner: Nice try. What do you take us for, idiots?
Vicky: [uneasy] Um, yes?
Mrs. Turner: Vicky, you're fired!
Cosmo and Wanda: Yaaaaaaay!
Mr. Turner: Those gleeful fish are right to cheer!
(Tootie is wheeling boxes to Timmy's house when his wish to erase everyone's memory makes everything disappear, she falls down)
Tootie: Was I doing something Timmy related?
(Chester and A.J. are walking, Chester is still burnt from being zapped from Vicky's control bracelet and is still eating a piece of cheese)
Denzel Crocker: [coming out of the psychiatric ward] At last, I'm cured! No more fairies! For the first time in my life, I'm able to focus on other things! I've figured out cold fusion! There's no limit to the good I can do for humanity!
(Timmy's wish that no one remember anything from the last few days takes effect on Crocker)
Denzel Crocker: What the heck is this junk? Was I about to help people? This can only be the work of... Fairies!