*we fade on the Absolution*

Tom: *he comes through the doors to the bridge/screening room* Welcome fan fiction readers the start of a classic story that is sure to rock your world. *he pushes the touchscreen buttons then the play button in the middle of the circle on the arm rest*

-Preview-

"Well, do you think that Crocker might not go easy on Timmy? I mean, he is still a loony tune who thinks Dimmsdale is filled with fairies. I honestly don't understand why they keep him!" "Your dad is right. But, I know it's hard to keep this secret from them."

The Chaos of Knowing

Alex 'A.J.' Johnson was walking home after studying with his three best friends; Timmy Turner, Phillip O'Connell, and Chester McBadbat, at the Turner house. With him was a brown dog with a golden crown on top its head. It was just starting to get dark so A.J. and his dog picked the pace up and arrived at his house just 5 minutes before his school night curfew of 8:00 P.M. He pulled the key out to his very large house and entered as did his dog. "Mom, dad," shouted A.J., "Lionel and I are home!"

Lionel was the name of the dog next to A.J. His mother came down out of the den and said, "Okay honey." Then Mrs. Johnson added, "You and Lionel did eat something at Timmy's dear, didn't you?" A.J. smiled a bit at his mom's concern. "Yes ma'am. We had, well, Timmy, Phillip, and Chester had spaghetti and meatballs, they made me fish, because they know we don't eat red meat. And Lionel had a can of dog food." Mrs. Johnson smiled warmly at her son.

She had to admit, she never thought that the Turners would turn around. She told her son, "It's very nice of the Turners and especially Timmy that they think enough of you to do that for you and Lionel." A.J. got sort of melacholony. "Yeah, it really is…." Mrs. Johnson noticed her son's sudden change of expression. "Son," she said, "Is there anything wrong?" A.J. shook his head. He didn't want his mother to worry. "No, I'm just thinking of the test we have tomorrow, that's all. It's going to be hard."

Mrs. Johnson asked, "Well, do you think that Crocker might not go easy on Timmy? I mean, he is still a loony tune who thinks Dimmsdale is filled with fairies. I honestly don't understand why they keep him!" A.J. faked a smile, while looking at Lionel, and responded, "Neither do I." Mrs. Johnson got another concerned look at her face. A.J., she thought was not telling her everything. She looked at him in the eyes. "Are you sure there's nothing else?" She asked.

A.J. looked without trying to meet her eyes. His mother's penetrating eyes could always pull the truth out of him. He didn't really want to admit what was really bothering him. "No," he said, "listen I've got to get us ready for bed. I've got a big day tomorrow with that test. Good night mom and I'll tell dad good night when I see him upstairs." And with that A.J. darted upstairs. Once he got upstairs, A.J. breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't have his mom finding out about what was going on. Not now and defiantly not yet...

It was getting close to nine o'clock and A.J. was finishing up some last minute things for tomorrow before he went to bed. Lionel was lying on the floor almost asleep. There was a knock at his bedroom door. "Come in," he said. A.J.'s dad came in. A.J. smiled, "Thank you for knocking even though you asserted your parental authority by coming in any way." Mr. Johnson laughed, and then turned serious. He looked at his son and asked, "A.J, what's wrong?"

A.J. looked at his father and questioned, "Why do you ask that?" "You didn't answer my question, son." "You've talked to mom." When his father didn't dispute it; A.J. added, "I can't keep anything from her, even when I'm quiet about it." To that, Mr. Johnson laughed even harder. "Son, I've been married to your mother for 15 years, and she can read me like a book too." A.J. smiled. It was good to see that. Then A.J. said, "What did Mom tell you exactly."

"Well," said his father, "she said you were concerned about the way Cracker pot used to treat Timmy. Before his attitude did a strange one-eighty three months ago." "It's not just that, dad," said A.J., "Timmy and Chester as well as Phillip do a lot for me. Especially Timmy and I wonder if I'm there as much as I should be." Mr. Johnson looked a bit puzzled by this comment. Granted, he didn't know Phillip that well but he knew Timmy. He started to say, "Son, you help him to study, and we have him over and..."

"It's not just that dad," A.J. interrupted, "Oh sorry I didn't mean to interrupt." "No go on A.J., that's why I'm up here." A.J. took a breath. "Timmy has his share of his faults, but there is one thing that he has that I don't. When push comes to shove, he's brave enough to do the right thing and he's brave enough to do potentially dangerous things to help us. We almost lost the skate park to Vicky and Timmy was the only one brave enough to go on that big ramp."

It all came out in a rush, like A.J. had waited to say this for a long time. "When we were on the Brain-A-Thon, he was willing to be disqualified and possibly suspended from school just to do the right thing by me. When he tried to get popular and it looked like that he was going to lose Chester, me and Elmer as friends, he stood up to the popular kids and said he'd rather be unpopular and be friends with us then risk losing us." A.J. paused to catch his breath.

"I mean do you know how hard that was for him. He's had a thing for Trixie since kindergarten. And he gave that up for us. I don't think I could do half of what Timmy does for me," A.J. caught his breath again, "because I think I'm a coward." Mr. Johnson was silent for a second. "Son, I think you're being hard on yourself. You're not a coward." "I don't stand up as much as I should." "A.J.," said his dad, "There are adults that don't do that either. That doesn't make you a coward."

"Yeah, but dad when I see Francis and Remy Buxaplenty treat my friend like he's some piece of trash or a punching bag, it makes me angry, but I still don't do anything. I feel like I've failed him." The air was quiet for a few minutes. Mr. Johnson thought carefully. "Have you talked to Timmy about this?" "I want to but I don't know how to approach him about it," said A.J. Mr. Johnson told his son, "Timmy is one of your best friends. Just talk to him. Have Chester or Phillip help you talk to him."

He looked at his son and asked, "Don't you boys have that camping trip this Saturday?" A.J. nodded. "Okay, that would be as good time as any. Just think about it, okay?" A.J. nodded. "Well," said Mr. Johnson said, "Just think about it. It's getting late, though. We both better get to bed." Mr. Johnson stood up, "Good night son." "Good night dad," said A.J, "And thanks." "You're welcome, and oh and son." A.J. looked up. His father smiled at him.

His father stated, "There's one thing you're wrong about. You're not a coward. And I think, like Timmy, if push came to shove you would help your friends or family if you thought they were in trouble." And with that Mr. Johnson turned off the light and left the room. A.J. sighed a bit, glad that he had gotten that off of his chest. It felt good. "Your dad is right. But, I know it's hard to keep this secret from them," said a voice.

A.J. turned to Lionel. In a 'poof', Lionel turned from a dog into a fairy. He was an African American fairy, has brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a gray business suit, and black shoes. He also has the usual fairy necessities: a crown, a wand, and wings. Yes; A.J. Johnson, the genius of Dimmsdale, had a fairy godparent.

Tom: Well, that's the start to 'The Chaos of Knowing'. Let me throw it down to some people that can do the rest of the news better than I can. Let's push the button for Kids Network Studios. *pushes the touchscreen buttons then the play button in the middle of the circle on the arm rest, showing a blue screen with a hash tag that reads: #KidsNetworkStudios, where we fade into*

AK1028: Well, what do you guys think? Yes, this story is incorporating Odd Author's ideas not to mention my own but the original stuff is coming.

Timmy: Sweet! And today's quip is actually a bit of a teaser. Remember how Cosmo said that his pet nickel is named Phillip and it was a girl nickel? Well, how in the world did he know it was a girl?

Cosmo: Well, all you have to do is...

Chet Ubetcha: This is Chet Ubetcha interrupting Cosmo to bring you this special bulletin. In case you have not noticed, this is a K+ fan fiction and we cannot have this information disclosed.

Amie: Thanks, Chet!

Chet: You're quite welcome, Amie. This is Chet Ubetcha signing off.

Cosmo: How he get in your house?

Timmy: Well, that's one of my quips. This whole scene reminds me of 'A Pup Named Scooby Doo' and how they were constantly interrupted with news briefs.

Amie: Please read and review!

Cosmo and Chet: And always think outside of the box!

*we fade out of Kids Network Studios and we fade in on the Absolution, Tom in the captain's chair*

Tom: And we always say here on Toonami, stay golden.