Authors Note: Holiday Greetings Everyone! I decided to do A Fairly Odd Parent Christmas Carol because it's a classic. Some things first, Timmy is ten in this story, and this story has nothing to do with the Timmy Cosma universe for those who have read that story. If you haven't I seriously recommend it. Also this story won't be as long as Timmy Cosma due to the fact I am leaving on vacation the 15th of December. Luckily I have written most of the story, and now all I have to do is type it. So I don't own any of the characters they belong to Butch Hartman, and now on with the story. P.S Some of the dialogue is taken from A Christmas Carol the Musical! A Christmas Carol belongs to Charles Dickens R.I.P.

Time: 1800's

Place: Fairy World

Christmas is a wonderful time of year. A time for celebration, and family. However there was a story of one man who had no heart for Christmas.

His partner was dead to begin with. This old miser ran his business with an Iron fist. This is was Jorgen Von Scrooge. A cold hearted man who had no interest in the time of year that gave his town so much joy. He had so much money people didn't know what he was going to do with all of it. Out of all his abused workers none was more treated like the scum of the floor then his own assistant, Cosmo Cratchit.

"COSMO!"

"Yes Mr. Scrooge?"

"Did you finish filing those eviction notices?" Jorgen asked staring into the eyes of his employee.

Cosmo gulped, "Yes Mr. Scrooge."

"Hmm, very well then." The miser turned back away.

"Sir." Cosmo began, "Do you expect me to work tomorrow on Christmas do you?"

Jorgen laughed, "Of course, but no extra pay for you time is money!"

"Well sir, might I have the entire day off plus my usual pay early?"

"WHAT?!"

"Please sir!" Cosmo begged, "You see sir my Tiny Timmy he's ill sir, my wife and children need me just this once!"

"I do not need to know of your family or your woe I suggest Tiny Timmy drink tea!"

"He's only ten." Cosmo replied.

"Give him tea, give him stu it has nothing to do with me!" Jorgen reached into his pocket grabbing the two schillings that were in there. "Here and I expect to see you back at work early on the 26th."

"Really? Oh thank you Mr. Scrooge and have a merry Christmas!"

"BAH HUMBUG!"

Meanwhile in the much poorer smaller parts of fairy world Cosmo was going home to his family.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Poof cried out.

"Hello everyone!" Cosmo greeted coming through the door.

"Daddy!" Poof exclaimed again, hugging his father.

"Where's Mommy?" Cosmo asked looking around.

"In the kitchen, love!" Called Wanda

"Hello, dear." Cosmo said pulling her in for a lip lock.

"Did that old meanie give you Christmas day off?"

"He did!"

"And did he pay you early?"

"He did!"

Wanda smiled, "And did he allow you to put more coal in your work area?"

"Achoo!" He sneezed, "Now where's our Tiny Timmy?"

"I'm here Dad! Merry Christmas!" The crippled little boy hobbled down the stairs as fast as he could into his father's arms.

"Merry Christmas! Now you are going to come help me pick out a bird for Christmas dinner tomorrow."

"Oh boy!"

"Now wait just a moment let's bundle you up first." Wanda said putting on Timmy's hat and scarf. "Here Cosmo take his crutch with you."

"Alright, lets go Timmy." Cosmo said hoisting Timmy on his shoulder. "Bye dearest!"

"Bye Mum!"

The town was always the same on Christmas Eve. Busy. All the vendors were trying to sell their products.

"Ah, here we are." Cosmo put Tiny Timmy down to lean on his crutch.

"Would ya like this fine bird, our prize turkey?"

"It looks amazing how much?" Cosmo asked.

"A sovereign."

"Oh. I'm afraid that's a bit out of our price range. What about that little chicken right there? That sure looks yummy!"

"That one?" The vendor looked in the direction Cosmo was pointing. "It's two schillings."

"Perfect we will take it!"

Tiny Timmy smiled as the vendor wrapped up the chicken.

"Here you are son." The vendor said handing the wrapped bird to Tiny Timmy.

"Thank you and Merry Christmas!" The father and son said in unison.

"Up you go!" Cosmo put Timmy back on his shoulder. "Let's go home, Mum is probably making cookies!"

Later that evening Mr. Scrooge finally arrived at his enormous, yet gloomy estate. Every street lamp had been put, there was not a sound made on the street. As he approached the front door he noticed the knocker looked different. Almost as if a face was there.

"Marley?"

"SCROOGE!" The scream startled Jorgen so much he landed on his ass. When he blinked again the face disappeared. Jorgen grumbled as he got back up.

"HUMBUG!"