Turner: I want something practical, too: A magical pony, who poops ice cream, then he eats the ice cream, then he poops gold! Then he eats the gold, and then he poops out a motorcycle. Turner: This year, I'm asking Santa for something practical: A new computer! Mr. Turner: And Santa's little helper! Tootie: Very Christmassy. Turner: Oooh! Timmy: What’re you guys up to? Mr. Turner starts crying) Timmy: Relax, mom and dad, I'm not moving back home. ![]() Turner: Please, don't take away our secret spy cave! (Mrs. Turner: You can't, we've already turned your room into a secret spy cave. 'Cause you're not, right? right? No! No, no, no! Mrs. Turner: Just don't call us to say that Timmy's moving back home! Mr. Turner: Oh, please, call us Timmy's parents. ![]() Turner: Hi, Timmy! Hi, Tootie! Timmy: Hey, mom and dad.
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