Bubbles!
Poof gets absolutely covered in muck while Timmy's babysitting. Problem is-he won't poof himself clean! It's up to our favorite ten year old to
give Poof his first bath….and maybe join in the fun.
Quote:
"Look within. Within is the fountain of good, and it will ever bubble up, if thou wilt ever dig."
*~*~*~*
There were, Timmy Turner deduced, many pleasures to be enjoyed in life with a fairy godparent around.
Or godbrother. Whichever came first.
There was visiting a haunted villa in a misty bog.
There was dancing with undead pirates. At least, if you stuck to traditional waltz. Timmy wasn't exactly willing to take Tango steps with a
partly mummified skeleton that had habits of giving him "eyes."
Well....she would, if she had any.
There was breaking the Dinkleberg's window and getting chocolate ice cream for it by a beaming Dad.
And there was skydiving from thirty thousand feet in the air.
But, in the ten year old's eyes, there was a classic art of mischief and fun that dated back to prehistoric times.
You really had to admire the thought Timmy put into his pieces. It could never be simply death-defying, moronic actions that could quite
possibly leave you maimed at best.
It had to be death-defying, moronic actions that could quite possibly leave you maimed at best with sharks, giant scissors, rabid, slightly
satanic woodland creatures, and the occasional piranha.
But today was rather different.
While Wanda and Cosmo were at Grapevine Windowbox (Wanda to look at attractive Italian waiters, Cosmo to eat the free breadsticks until
the head fairy chef got on his hands and knees while he began to sob) on a date, Timmy had been delegated to look after his godbrother.
Much to the ten year old's disgruntlement, Wanda had left a list of things in her spidery script they "technically" weren't allowed to do.....
Watch Scary Videos
Watch Scary MOVIES-no loopholes, Timmy.
Watch anything other then Clint's Hints
......well, since that show is more then a little creepy, watch the Moppets instead if you watch any Television at all.
Timmy had shuddered at that. The Moppets were a group of singing, household appliances that tended to get a little homicidal against other
leading brands.
Anyhoo, back to the list
Summon Undead Skunks
Well, there went his itinerary for today...
* * *
After 13,000,000,000 other reasons, Timmy had been forced to resort to a classic motion:
Mud.
Pure, unbridled, beautiful-oozing between your fingers and toes muck and grime in a rich, chocolately brown tenure of the filth and scum of
the earth....
And Poof had never been exposed to such a beauty! Timmy would've played a violin sonata....
....if he owned one and he cared enough to learn how to play it.
The only thing he could do with a violin was play WITH it....
....but that usually resulted in him using it like a baseball bat.
* * *
Poof had conjured up an entire swamp to carpet the backyard while Timmy's parents were busy doing an "Activity."
Which was carpeting the bedroom floor.
* * *
"Yee-haaaaaaaaaaa!"
Poof gleefully leapt into the bubbling abyss of filth, kicking to the surface with an enigmatic smile as he spewed muck back into the swamp.
Timmy let out a content sigh, leaning back into the grime with a perfect backpaddle.
Be it ten years or one hundred....mud would never, EVER lose its glorifying power.
After awhile, Timmy glanced at Poof with a small frown after squinting at his extremely distorted watch.
"Uh...Poof....I think this is enough. Can you fix the yard back to normal?"
Poof's orbs brightened, and he waved his rattle once.
Then twice, in a flurry of sparks....
The yard was immaculate.
Bunnies frolicked in the clean, dewy grass, gentle emerald spikes brushing past in the gentle breezes that swept by, violet butterflies
fluttering past twittering bluebirds.
....except for the boy and his fairy covered in the garbage of the earth.
Timmy flashed Poof a rotting smile.
"That was fun....but I think we oughta poof clean now."
Silence. The fairy blinked.
The ten year old cleared his throat.
"Um.....Poof? CLEAN? Clean as in...no longer dirty?"
Poof watched a butterfly barrage attack a sparrow with bright interest.
"Poof?"
Still the fairy ignored him, absolutely dripping in what might've been once pond grime. Timmy didn't really want to guess.
Timmy's heart began to race.
"Um....ooookay, joke's over. Poof....just switch us back clean, or else Mommy is going to feed us-and by us I mean ME....to a horde of
ravenous sharks."
The fairy just gave him a bewildered look.
"POOF?!"