The Fairly Odd Parents: Timmy's Young Life

By Baby Anonymous

 

Disclaimer: This story was designed for the entertainment and enjoyment of other people. Characters, names, and incidents used are fictitious, and are the property of Nickelodeon and their respective owners. Enjoy.

 

The Fairly Odd Parents: Timmy's Young Life

By Baby Anonymous

 

It was a cold, windy Saturday in September, and Timmy Turner sat in his room, glumly tapping his forefinger against his pencil.

 

"Man, this stinks," Timmy said, throwing down his pencil. “I have to do a report on something that changed the world, and turn it in by this Monday! And if I don't, Crocker will have a fit! Ah well, maybe getting an F won't be so bad."

 

Hearing a knock at the door, Timmy turned to see his dad wearing a sport shirt, a pare of blue jeans, and an old beat up windbreaker.

 

"Ah, dad? You going somewhere?"

 

Timmy thought that if his dad was going somewhere and he had to be watched by Vicky, the most horrible babysitter ever to be paid 5 bucks an hour, he'd rather know it now before he found out the hard way.

 

"That's right, son. Your mom and I are going to the third annual bowling convention of wacky dressing."

 

"I think your dad's going to win the trophy for being the oddest dresser this time for sure. What do you think, Timmy?"

 

"Ah... Yeah. Sure! But does this mean I'll have to be babysat again?”

 

“You bet ya' son. Even though you're ten years old, and basically a man, we still think you could use someone's help once in a while." As his parents left the room, Timmy bowed his head. It was happening again. Every time his parents had to leave they always asked Vicky to babysit him, which in turn made the rest of the day a living nightmare. "Clean the dishes! Do the laundry! Go to bed!" Yes, there was no question about it. He would hear it all over again. "Well, maybe it won't be so bad after all. At least my parents still love me. Anyway, they haven't said anything about my grades yet." Then, Timmy heard his mother's voice from downstairs. "Oh, and Timmy, don't forget to do your report on something that changed the world for school for this Monday. Professor Crocker told us that your grades were slipping.”

 

“Ok mom!" Timmy said resignedly. "Well, at least they wouldn't think any different about me if my grades dropped.”

 

“Goodbye, son of ours, that we'd still love even though his grades are falling and making us feel as if we're not doing our jobs." That settled it. Timmy threw down his pencil and lay back on the bed dejectedly. "Aw, cheer up sport,", Wanda said from the fish bowl. "Your dad still loves you.”

 

“Yeah, you heard him say that he'd still love you even though your grades were dropping and it was making them feel like they weren't doing their jobs. Ehh heh heh. heh. I mean what more could you ask for? Right?”

 

“Uhh that'll be enough, Cosmo," Wanda said, poking him in the side. "Aw, maybe things won't be as bad as you think." They all jumped when they heard the sound of the front door opening and shutting, and then the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. "Hey twerp!" a voice shouted. We're going to have the best time ever!”

 

“Wrong again," Wanda said, hurriedly swimming the length of the fish bowl. The door was flung open, and there stood Vicky. "I want you to wash the dishes, rearrange my store of interpersonal magazines, and then do the laundry. Now get to work! While I watch my soaps." Timmy carried a stack of magazines into the kitchen, and set them on the counter. At least he'd have more room, and Vicky wouldn't interfere in his privacy. As a salt and pepper shaker, the fairly odd parents perched themselves on the counter.

 

"This stinks!", Timmy said. "Now, I gotta' do all this stuff for Vicky, so I'll have to finish that report tomorrow, and that's when I was gonna play my new Megaverse video game, and try to free the queen from the overlords evil henchmen." I wish I didn't have to do any reports! I wish I didn't have to do anything at all. I wish I was so young that all I would have to do is relax. hmmm… suddenly. That's it! I wish I was so young that I wouldn't have to be worried about any of that stuff." Wanda turned to look at Timmy. "Are you sure that's what you want? That might not be such a good idea.”

 

“That's what I want.”

 

“Ok,” said the fairly odd parents. Smoke filled the room as Timmy felt his head real, as if he inhaled too much helium. Suddenly, everything went black. When Timmy next woke up, he smelled the smell of new carpeting. He quickly opened his eyes and saw the carpeting of the kitchen, the refrigerator, which incidentally was larger now, and saw the fairly odd parents standing next to him. "Hey, guys! It worked!" Suddenly, a large foot stomped down next to him. Timmy looked up at the large, Jorgen Von Strangle, master of the fairies in fairy world. A large book entitled "Da Rules" floated down from the air to land beside him, almost squishing Timmy. "You now are doomed to be a puny baby forever.”

 

“What for?" Timmy shrieked.”

 

“Because, you've made an unclear wish, and according to section 1223... paragraph h, if one makes such a wish of ambiguity, i.e., a wish that states everything and nothing, the result of that wish will remain until the magic can be reversed by something powerful enough to undo it. "Now you two,", Jorgen said, pointing to Wanda and Cosmo, "Are responsible for the care of Timmy Turner, until this wish is reversed!" Jorgen and "Da Rules" book disappeared into thin air as the fairly odd parents and Timmy looked on in horror. Timmy tried to say something, but found he could only make little gurgling sounds. His voice sounded different. More high pitched. "Oh no,", Cosmo said. Timmy can't talk.”

 

“What do we do?”

 

“Well, I guess we try to reverse the magic. But how?”

 

“Would this work?", Cosmo said, turning the carpeting into pie. "Uhh, no Cosmo. Maybe we need to give Timmy love.”

 

“But as his fairy god parents, we always show him love." Wanda turned to Cosmo. "But when we were granting his wishes, we were giving him things that were appropriate for his age and well, his type of wishing! Now, he's younger, and we need to give him something he'd really like! That wish he asked for was a really strong one, and in order to reverse it, we need to find the reason behind it. And in order to do that, and reverse it at the same time, we need to make him happy. What did your parents do when you were little, Cosmo?”

 

“Well, first my dad would do this!" Cosmo picked up the baby, and spun around in circles like a top. "Uhh, Wanda? Why's his face turning green?" Just then, green goop splattered against Cosmo. "Oh no! Major puke alert. Aaah!" Leaving the young Timmy with Wanda, Cosmo zoomed off into the house, and creating a washer and dryer, he jumped inside. Holding Timmy, Wanda stroked his head. "Don't worry sport, you'll be yourself in no time." Just then, Wanda heard Cosmo exclaim, "Oh no! Is this on spin dry,” then scream, as the washer began spinning, causing Cosmo's arms and legs to splay out in all directions as the washer spun. "If we don't have any more crazy ideas from genius over there. Wanda reached with her hand, 'and turned off the washer. "Hi, Timmy!”

 

“I'm Wanda!”

 

“Oh yeah... Wow, such pretty colors." Wanda turned toward Cosmo. "Will you get out of there you idiot? We've got to find out how to turn Timmy back into Timmy.”

 

“Wanda felt Timmy stirring in her arms as his face turned a bright shade of red and his diaper bulged out, and warmed under the arm with which Wanda was supporting Timmy's bottom. Wanda sniffed. "And get his diaper changed.”

 

“Well, everything's working out so far," Cosmo said, holding his nose. "Yes, except that you're not helping!”

 

“Oh, why do I have to do the icky part?”

 

“Oh, for heaven sake, it's just... Baby stuff. What are you gonna do when we have a fairy of our own." Just then, as Wanda was removing the soiled diaper out from under Timmy's bottom, he let loose with a stream of pee that caught Cosmo in the chest. Cosmo jumped back. "Where a diving suit,” Cosmo said. After Timmy's diaper was changed, the two fairies carried him up to his room. "Now, let's see what we can find here. Looking around the room, Wanda spied an old scrapbook, wedged behind the bed, hidden there for years. "Cosmo?”

 

“Oh. Why do I have to do everything?”

 

“Come on sweetie. That scrap book might be important! It might help reverse the wish Timmy made.”

 

“In that case." Cosmo turned into a miniature sized vacuum, and dove under the bed. Straining to retrieve the book, he vacuumed everything in sight. Finally, he reached the book, but he saw that it was stuck under a board under the bed. Turning himself up to maximum, Cosmo was finally able to free the book from beneath the board, but because he was using all his power to get it out from under the bed, he shot backward, through the house, out an open window, and to the moon. Wanda looked down at Timmy who had started to whimper. "Well, even if you aren't turned back in to your normal self by tonight, just remember sweetie," Wanda said holding Timmy closer, "We'll always love you. Cosmo, shaking dust out of his hair, flew back into the room, the scrap book in hand. "Wo! There's some really interesting stuff in here! A teething ring, a peace of a torn T-shirt...”

 

“Let me see,” Wanda said, taking the book from Cosmo. Turning the book's little pages, past the little mementos inside, she came to a page that contained nothing, but a few words. July 21, 1992 We want what's best for our son when he's born, so we've decided to buy this house. We want our baby to have the best. I've placed a wood chip on the next page for luck. I know we really don't make that much, but one thing is certain. We love our little baby. Timmy smiled up at his fairy god parents. "So that's why I get so much stuff from them..." Timmy paused. "Hey! I got my voice back, and I don't sound like a talking helium balloon." Suddenly, Jorgen Van Strangle burst through the roof. "Yes, and now that the wish is reversed, you will have your normal puny life back.”

 

“Thanks Jorgen,” Timmy said. "Yes of course. Now I am going back to fairy world and soak my wand. It's had a hard day." In a puff of smoke Jorgen Van Strangle vanished the way he had come, and Timmy's body began to grow. Slowly, all the things began changing back to the way they were before. "Well, I hope you learned your lesson sport,” Wanda said. "Yeah, never stop thinking that somebody loves you, just because they make you do something you don't want to do.”

 

“Well, that's close enough,” Wanda said, fluttering her wings. Now, what do you wanna' do now?”

 

“I wish all the laundry was done!" The clothes Vicky had placed in the laundry room seemed to sparkle, the stains, and faded look they had achieved was now gone, as they now looked as if they'd just gotten out of the wash. The fresh smell of clothes, newly washed, wafted up from the little pile on the counter. In his room, Timmy smiled. "And so that's my report,” Timmy said putting his notes on professor Crocker's desk. "There were many things that happened in history that changed the world, but people never forgot how to love each other. Crocker bit his lower lip. "Well turner, I'll think I'll be nice to you today. I'm not going to give you the grade I was going to give you.”

 

“Thanks, Mr. Crocker. What grade are you gonna give me.”

 

“An f!" Laughing behind his spectacles, Crocker handed Timmy back his report. "Ah well, I guess you can't have everything you want. I just wonder how mom and dad's gonna take it." Later that afternoon, Timmy's parents asked him to sit with them at the dinner table. "Timmy?", his mother said. "We know you've been working hard to get your grades up, and we want you to know that no matter how you're doing in school, we still love you.”

 

“Thanks mom.”

 

“Now go to your room and study.”

 

“Well, I guess everything worked out for you didn't it, Timmy?", Cosmo said. "Yeah. I guess so! I've got understanding parents, I'm not filling up my pants any more, and...”

 

“Timmy?", a voice said from down stairs. "Yeah mom?”

 

“Your dad and I have to do some last minute shopping, so we've asked Vicky to baby sit.”

 

“Ok mom,” Timmy said slumping in his chair. "Yup. I guess ya' can't have everything you want. But I know what we can do about Vicky. I wish I had invisible ear muffs that block out only Vicky!" Down stairs, Vicky's face had gone a deep purple. She had been yelling up the stairs more than a dozen times, but Timmy didn't answer. "Ah well,", Vicky muttered to herself, "I'll just watch my soaps." Upstairs, Timmy and the fairly odd parents laughed out loud.