Disclaimer: The basic plot for this story is my idea, however The Fairly OddParents and all characters involved belong to Butch Hartman.

Chapter One-- "The Great Awakening"

It was the last day of school in Dimmsdale. Summer was soon only an hour away from its official beginning--when the children sighing and half-asleep in the classrooms would suddenly come to life and burst from the school building to eight weeks of freedom the moment the final bell sounded.

In classroom 44, Mr. Crocker was droning on monotonously about what started out as a simple math problem. Lately it had become nothing more than a mess of fairy-related doodles scribbled from one end of the chalkboard to the other. Timmy rolled his eyes and sighed, glancing up at the clock on the wall. Only five minutes had passed. He still had another agonizing 55 minutes in which he was forced to listen to his crazy teacher's nonsense.

"Am I boring you, Mr. Turner?" Mr. Crocker's harsh tone suddenly jolted Timmy back to the present.

"Um...yes?" Timmy squeaked with a nervous grin.

"Good!" Crocker barked with a malicious smirk, "That means the agonizingly slow drag of time is practically killing you! I do so love this job!"

With a self-satisfied snicker, Crocker returned to his desk. His lecture over, he fully intended to pass the final moments of the school day watching his helpless students stare at the clock and squirm and fidget restlessly.

"It's only 2:15?" Timmy whined, grinding his buck teeth in anticipation of the arrival of three o'clock.

"It's 2:15 already?" Chester grinned, "Awesome! Only 45 minutes 'til freedom!"

"What do you mean by '2:15 already'?" Timmy asked incredulously, "If this day drags any slower, we'll be old men before school lets out!"

"It's not dragging for me," Chester smirked, "Trust me, if you sleep through most of class, the day flies."

"I wish you would have told me that this morning," Timmy muttered, returning his attention to the clock.

At last, the bell rang and, like a great awakening, the children came to life and jumped to their feet, ready to stampede out of the building and never look back for eight weeks.

"Not so fast," Crocker sneered, blocking the door, "Don't think for a second that you're going to run out that door and immediately engage in outdoor merriment. No one gets out of my class without a ridiculously long, nearly impossible homework assignment! This year, instead of spending the summer writing a 500-page book report, I want all of you to write a 5,000-page essay and I want you to title it 'Things I Would Have Liked To Do This Summer, But Couldn't Do Because I Was Too Busy Writing An Essay'."

The class erupted in protest, bemoaning their inevitable fate--an un-fun summer. Storming out into the hall, Timmy was furious.

"I am so sick of Crocker wrecking my summer with his stupid homework assignments!" he growled at his pink backpack and green lunchbox, "Does that man live to make me miserable?"

"Telegram for Timmy Turner," a random postal worker walked up to Timmy and handed him an envelope. It was a computer-designed postcard with a photo of Crocker reclining in a hammock in his backyard. The text across the top of the photo read "Wish you were here!". Turning it over, on the back, Timmy found a message scribbled in Crocker's crazy handwriting: "By the way, since I already know your essay is bound to fail, I'm giving you your F in advance!"

"That's a yes," Cosmo said in answer to Timmy's question.

"Another telegram for Timmy Turner," the postal worker appeared again and handed Timmy a second envelope. Surprise of surprises, Timmy opened it and pulled out one of Crocker's infamous failing grades.

"All right, that does it!" Timmy yelled, shredding the postcard and the F, "I'm sick of my summer being destroyed by all the sadistic people in my life--namely Crocker and Vicky! I'm going to make this summer as miserable for them as they have made my past summers for me. Cosmo, Wanda, I wish Vicky and Crocker were fired and--just so I cover all my summer-ruining bases--I wish Happy-Peppy Gary and Betty would take an all-summer-long vacation to, uh...the Bahamas!"

"But Timmy, what good is that going to do?" Wanda asked, "Particularly in Crocker's case. He doesn't work during the summer anyway."

"Yeah, but if he's out of pay and benefits, that forces him to spend the summer looking for another job," Timmy pointed out, "Which, as a result, will keep him out of my hair."

Wanda could find no reason to argue with Timmy's logic, so she and Cosmo waved their wands and granted his wish.

"Denzel!" Crocker's mother called from the back patio of his house, "Telephone!"

Grumbling about having his relaxation time interrupted, Crocker stomped into the house and picked up the phone. He discovered his boss, Principal Waxelplax, was on the other end.

"Mr. Crocker," she began, not sounding too regretful at all as she continued, "I regret to inform you that the school is having some cutbacks."

"You're firing me?" Crocker asked, suddenly turning paler than he usually was.

"Don't think of it as being fired," Waxelplax twittered, "Think of it as being...laid off."

"What's the difference!" the frantic teacher demanded.

"Have a nice summer!" Waxelplax sang as she hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, at Vicky's house, the phone rang as well. The evil babysitter answered and was a bit surprised to hear Mr. Turner's voice on the other end.

"Vicky," he stated simply, "I regret to inform you that you're being fired."

"Fired?" Vicky repeated incredulously, "For what?"

"I don't know," Mr. Turner replied, sounding confused himself, "I just got this irresistible impulse to call you up and fire you. We will no longer be requiring your services."

"But you can't fire me!" Vicky protested, "Who's going to watch the twerp--I mean, Timmy?"

"Have a nice summer, Vicky!" Mr. Turner sang out, hanging up the line.

"Oh, man, this is sweet!" Timmy gloated, knowing Cosmo and Wanda's magic had taken effect, "This is going to be the greatest summer vacation ever!"

Timmy went home and wasn't surprised when his parents told him that his "favorite" babysitter had been fired for inexplicable reasons. However, he was a little shocked when his parents revealed their backup plan was to send him to Flappy Bob's Camp Learn-A-Torium.

"Well, so much for having a fun summer, Timmy," Cosmo whined, "You thought you covered all your bases and you still struck out. By the way everything just blew up in your face, I would think you've been sitting under Crocker's teaching for too long."

"Oh, I'm not too worried about it," Timmy smirked.

"Why?" Cosmo and Wanda asked in unison, finding his claim hard to believe as they knew how much Timmy hated Flappy Bob's.

"Because you sent Gary and Betty on vacation, remember?" the buck-toothed boy reminded them, "So I won't have to put up with the happy-peppy stuff. Camp Learn-A-Torium can't be all that bad anymore with those two gone."