Note: I don't know why I'm doing this... PLEASE SHOOT ME. Shoot me before I make a complete mockery of this franchise. I'm also using my name in this, see if you can spot it among the pretenders. Those who know me will spot it instantly, those who do not will be stumped.

I own nothing of Fairly OddParents, only my fantastically awesome new lap top. I LOVE IT.

Chapter One: Invitations

Snzzz... Snzzz... Snzzz... Snzz-- "BEEP BEEP BEEP! "

"Yaaaah!" 16-year old Timmy Turner was awoken rudely by Cosmo, who had decided to stick his mouth dangerously close to Timmy's ear and scream beeping noises. "What?!" Timmy shot up.

"Timmy, Timmy, look! We got an invitation to Jorgen's annual ball! He has one every year and we're never invited! Come on, Timmy! Come on!"

"F-Five more minutes..."

Cosmo wouldn't take no for an answer; he began jumping up and down spastically on Timmy's bed until the pink-pajamaed boy groaned and rolled out of bed. He stretched and looked groggily at Cosmo. "Why are you never invited?" He asked.

Wanda flew out of the fishbowl. "Because Cosmo always ruins it! But Jorgen thought this year, you were old enough to help keep Cosmo under control."

"Hm. Good reason, anyway."

"Ooh, and Timmy..."

"Yeah, Wanda?"

"Now, I'm not normally one prone to gossip, but I heard a rumor that Jorgen's fairy goddaughter is going to be there."

"Jorgen has a fairy godchild? A girl? Wow, how much did he have to pay her?"

"I heard she's an orphan and Jorgen took her in! Neat, huh?" Cosmo piped in.

Timmy raised one eyebrow. "So uh--"

"She's 15." Wanda said.

"Sweet." Timmy grinned.

"I thought you'd say that." Wanda chimed in, flicking her wand. Timmy suddenly found himself in a formal tux.

"Aw man, it's formal?" He whined.

"Yes. Now, it's tonight, so get yourself ready."

"Fine, fine." Timmy grabbed his hairbrush and wandered off into the bathroom.

Wanda turned to Cosmo.

"And you! No knocking over the statues this year, ok?"

"I told you, that wasn't my fault! Someone made the drinks taste funny, and then my head got fuzzy."

Wanda sighed. She knew that the April Fool had spiked the drinks, and hoped desperately he didn't do it again this year, knowing how much Timmy hated big formal parties and the fact he tended to hang around the punch bowl at such events, and how much she really didn't want to bring Timmy home drunk.

"I know, Cosmo..."