For those of you who read my Rugrats/AGU fanfic, 'The Unraveling', this is a spin-off of sorts, albeit with a lot more magic (given the nature of FOP). Just keep that in mind as you read on. Also, the first scene at the pool is actually from one episode of FOP, but doesn't play the same afterwards (for one thing, Poof was born much later in the series even though I placed him in the story). I felt this was a good place to start FOP's side of the story. You'll see why as the story progresses.


Part I: Attack

A socially awkward boy stood atop the monstrous diving board looming over the community pool. At the bottom were four rich, popular kids from his school. One of them was his lifetime crush, Trixie Tang, the raven-haired Asian standing to the side. The other girl, blonde with a star-shaped hair pin, was Veronica, who secretly crushes on Timmy (which had been discovered through magical means). And next to them were two boys teasing Timmy. Tad and Chad, dressed in the same preppy purple outfits, but one was white and the other black.

"Whatsa matter, Turner?" asked Tad mockingly, "Poor and scared?"

"Of course I'm not scared!" exclaimed the buck-toothed 10-year-old, "And I'm not poor either! I'm middle class!"

"Gee, thanks for rubbing that in, Timmy!" exclaimed Chester while munching down sweets.

Chester (the blonde with the braces) and A.J (the genius with the oversized bald head), Timmy's two best friends, watched as he made the plunge towards the water. The good news was that he made the dive just fine. The bad news was that when Timmy emerged from the pool, his swim trunks were nowhere to be found. And that resulted in the merciless laughter of all the kids around him, even his best friends.

And watching from a distance through a highly advanced telescope was a shady duo lurking from the hilltops, one older and one younger. Though they could see what transpired at the community pool, they were hidden by shadows, even to the creepy crawlies that inhabited the nearby garbage bins.

"Aren't you a little old to be getting kicks out of kids in bathing suits?" asked the younger one.

"I'm not 'getting kicks' as you like to put it," the older man replied, adjusting the sights on his scope, "I'm getting a good look at one of our targets."

"Earth to old guy," the young one said, "The target is Trixie Tang! You're just watching that buck-toothed kid!"

"That buck-toothed kid," said the older one, "is what we want. He's the key to knocking the Tangs down a notch."

"That a fact?" asked the younger one, "Well, who'd have thought someone like that could put those assclowns where they belong?"

"'Someone like that'? I don't think you know what that boy can do if he so pleases..."


It didn't take long for Trixie Tang to arrive home from the pool. It never did when you rode around in a limousine. After exiting the limousine, Trixie walked up to her front porch and opened the double front door, where her mother, a petite Chinese woman with a pointed jaw and her hair in a traditional bun, had been lying in wait on the purple love seat nearby.

"There you are!" Beatrix exclaimed, "We're going to be late!"

"For what?" asked Trixie, setting down her purse on the polished end table.

"How many times do we need to go over this?" Beatrix asked her, "Your father and his colleagues are expected to be at a very important event, and the event's organizers insisted on having them bring their families."

Beatrix continued to talk on while walking with her daughter upstairs to Trixie's bedroom.

"Besides, you know how important family functions are to your father," said Beatrix.

"Are they?" asked Trixie, "Because last time I checked, work was all Dad cared about. And what do you mean, 'family function'? Aren't we the only ones in our family going there?"

"Not quite," replied Beatrix, who at this point was already in Trixie's room...and her wardrobe, picking out a dress for her daughter. "Your Uncle Ramsey is going to be there as well. So will his son."

Trixie grabbed the red, sleeveless dress her mother had ignored and began to put it on. "What are Uncle Ramsey and Cousin Talbot doing at this kind of event? They never even talk to us."

"Only because Ramsey and your father haven't gotten along very well over the years," added Beatrix, helping her daughter zip the back of her dress, "But that could change tonight. It was Ramsey who invited your father's company to the event to begin with."

"Why?"

"Who knows," replied Beatrix, "I just hope those two can stop bickering and maybe we can be a functional family again."

Trixie pulled out one of her dozens of glitter-covered high heels and placed them on her feet.

"But why do I have to go with you guys? Isn't this an adult event?"

"Mainly, yes," replied Beatrix, "But if it makes you feel better, your friend Veronica will be there with her parents as well. I'm sure you two can find a way to entertain yourselves."

"Honey, I'm home!" Mr. Tang called from downstairs, "And I'm ready to leave when you are!"

"We're ready now!" called Beatrix from up the stairs.

Beatrix turned to her daughter one more time before they went to meet Mr. Tang downstairs.

"Just try to help your father out tonight," said Beatrix, "It might be boring for you, but I promise it'll be over before you know it."


The large reception hall at the Dimmsdale Community Center held around 300 of the community's finest movers and shakers, including the Tangs. Just for the guests, the floors were covered with red carpet and a long line of buffet tables with the richest pastries were laid out. Sure enough, Trixie and Veronica found each other and were chatting away before long. Beatrix and her husband were close by, sitting at one of the tables.

"At least she's not complaining about being surrounded by grown-ups," said Beatrix.

A voice from behind the pair said "Which is more than I can say for a certain favorite son."

When Beatrix and her husband turned around, there stood Ramsey and Talbot. Ramsey was younger than his brother, but still had equally gray hairs, and had a full beard on his face. He still shared the same eyes and nose as his brother, but not his short, plump figure. No, Ramsey was taller and more solid. His son Talbot, only 16 years old, had his father's long thin face, but completely clean shaven. He didn't have his father's eyes, though. Talbot's eyes were much more piercing and focused with a bright aura of beige. And he was exactly the same size as Mr. Tang, but skinny.

"Jeffrey," said Ramsey.

"Ramsey," replied Jeffrey.

"It's, uh, nice to see you two again," said Beatrix.

"I didn't believe you when you said that nearly five years ago," said Ramsey grumpily, "And I doubt you mean that now."

"Do we have to do this here?" asked Jeffrey, "Unless that's what you invited us here for. To point out how long it's been since we've seen each other."

"Actually, as a businessman," said Ramsey, "I thought you might appreciate the opportunity my employers are prepared to offer your company...and your community."

"Who is your employer, anyway?" asked Jeffrey.

"That would be him," replied Ramsey, pointing to the tall, clean shaven, brown haired man walking across the stage on which the main speakers would be presented, "Dr. Alexander Ortiz. He's one of the lead scientists at Gemini Labs where I work. I myself take the data he gathers and organizes it into nice colorful charts that would make a child take an interest in biochemistry."

"Biochemistry?" Jeffrey and Beatrix asked simultaneously.

"That's Gemini Labs' primary field of expertise," replied Talbot, "And you wouldn't believe how much more I know about the subject than I would care to thanks to this job."

That got a few chuckles out of the adults, and Beatrix was glad Talbot was there. Whether it was his ability to neutralize a tense situation, or his calm voice and demeanor, it was good of Talbot to smooth things over between the two estranged brothers. And while Talbot's efforts redirected the conversation to more trivial things like raising a kid and the stress of a normal work day, Trixie and Veronica were off in their own little world, mainly consisting of the school's system of hierarchy.

"Anyway, I don't know what Tad and Chad have to worry about," said Trixie, sharpening her nails, "The election for student body president(s) isn't until the end of the week, and no one even dares to run against them."

"Actually, that's not true anymore," said Veronica, doing exactly the same thing as Trixie due to her obsession with being her, "I heard that the regulars have, like, an upcoming candidate to run against them. He's not going to win, obviously, but the regulars still seem to like the guy."

"What's his name, anyway?" asked Trixie.

"Who knows?" asked Veronica, "Tad and Chad are total shoe-ins for the presidency, so I don't even bother to keep up with the election news."

Before the conversation could go any further, the lights were dimmed, and a voice over the intercom prepared to introduce the evening's guests.

"Welcome to the 35th Annual Event for Business Leaders of Dimmsdale. Presenting tonight's main speaker, from our newest sponsor, Gemini Labs...Dr. Alexander Ortiz!"

The adults in the room began to clap their hands together, a few of them even whistled, but the few children that were brought to the event were either in their own little worlds, or silent during Ortiz's brief speech.

"I feel like you and I...Dimmsdale and Gemini Labs...are going to get along greatly. After speaking with the mayor and a few of the city's most prominent citizens, I believe your pleasant town is a perfect match for Gemini Labs and what we seek to accomplish. I see many of you in here who have already contributed towards the implementation of our research throughout the community, and I can't thank you enough for that, but I would also like to invite those of you in here that I am not familiar with to look further into our goals and, perhaps, join us in our journey towards greatness."

The brief but powerful speech was met with even more applause, which Ramsey wasted no time gloating about to his brother.

"And that is the success story I'm proud to be part of," said Ramsey, placing an arm around his much older brother, "And it was through my own means, too. Not the luck of a winning lotto ticket or subsequent investments towards big brand corporations."

"Are we really going to get into this again?" asked an agitated Jeffrey.

"Just thought I'd brag a little," replied Ramsey, "It's not every day I get to brag to you about accomplishments."


Halfway across Dimmsdale, in the suburbs, Timmy Turner was lying on his bed in a very negative mood, still upset by the events earlier that day that led to his humiliation. His 'goldfish' flew out of the fishbowl, and then, they were his Fairy Godparents, Wanda and Cosmo, as well as their baby Poof, who was chewing and drooling on a baby rattle.

"Cheer up, sport!" exclaimed Wanda, "I'm sure you're just aching to wish for some ice cream or an amusement park or something to make you feel better!"

"Or a way to completely forget that ever happened in the first place!" exclaimed Cosmo, "That's what I did after I...I, uh...wait, what was it I forgot?"

Wanda did a face palm at her husbands's usual brand of stupidity as Timmy sat up.

"But that won't stop it from happening! And I'll just be laughed at tomorrow, even if I don't remember what for!"

"I'm sure things will only get better from now on!" exclaimed Wanda, "...Even though that particular phrase has backfired on me before."

"It never does!" exclaimed an angry Timmy, "No matter how many wishes I make, whether its for giant food or cool toys, it never helps me at school!"

"Well, there's not much you can do about that, sport," said Wanda.

"There is now," said Timmy, looking out the window, "Cosmo, Wanda...I wish nothing but bad things would happen to the popular kids from now on!"

Wanda and Cosmo nearly choked when they heard what Timmy wished for, and Poof almost swallowed his rattle.

"What, is that against Da Rules?" asked Timmy.

"Well, no, but..." said Wanda, "Timmy, I know those kids can be real jerks, but it's not like you to make a wish like that! Even when you do that stuff to Vicky, you always go through some over-extended moral dilemma and undo the wish again! I just don't want you making a wish you might regret!"

"Well I can always unwish it if it backfires or gets out of hand, right?" asked Timmy, "So I wish you would just grant my wish!"

Looking at each other with a concerned look, Cosmo and Wanda lifted their wands and granted the wish.

And so it began.