*Fairly Odd Parents characters owned by Butch Hartman.
Anti-Wanda felt as if she might scream as she watched her husband pace back and forth while ranting about universal domination. It didn't seem like him to do something like this. Was he really that forgetful? She crossed her arms, basically tuning out everything he was saying. He stopped, "is something wrong, dearest?" "Oh. No, nothin's wrong." "Well, you seem to be slightly…. Frustrated." "No, I was just wonderin' if you had any plans tonight" she suggested causally. He furled his brow, appearing confused for a moment, and then said, "No, no meetings… or anything. Why do you ask?" "Oh, I was just wonderin'." She wanted to tear out his blue hair. She hoped he was just trying to play dumb. He usually wasn't very good at that. "Well, nevertheless, I'm going into town to procure the groceries" he said, eying the piece of dull yellow paper on the fridge that served as the shopping list. "Do you need anything while I'm out?" Her spirits lifted; maybe he really did have something planned, since he was going into town to "procure the groceries." "Well, if you go by the coffee shop, I would like a latte" "I can do that. I will return in a moment. Please don't let the dragons burn the house down while I'm gone." He teased, then kissed her on the forehead and strode out of the room. She smiled when she heard him mutter "I will never comprehend how females work."
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Anti-Wanda skipped to the garage and went to the black Corvette that had just pulled in. she didn't care if she spoiled whatever surprise he had set up; she just wanted confirmation that he hadn't forgotten. She went to the passenger seat where he had several paper sacks waiting. She peeked in each of them. Nothing but the normal groceries. She went to the back and looked in the trunk. Nothing. He looked at her with an amused and confused expression, then handed her a coffee cup. "Are you looking for something?" he asked. "No, just makin' sure you got everything we needed." She said, forcing out a smile even though she was full of rage. "Are you sure you're alright?" he still had an amused look on his face. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine" she said, and then stormed out.
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She sat on the couch, watching the male Anti-Fairy flip through channels as he sipped hot tea. She was on the verge of tears as she glanced at the clock, 10:30 P.M. There was no surprise; there was no plan, no date. He forgot! She couldn't believe he forgot. She balled her hands into fist and dug her fingernails into her palm. "What's wrong?" he asked, turning his head with a concerned look. "Nothing!" her voice broke. He got up and grabbed her arm. "What is wrong!? I am serious, tell me!" She turned away, not able to stop the tears anymore. "It's our anniversary!" she wailed, twisting out of his grasp. He stood there, open mouthed, trying to say something, but choking on his words, as she stomped out of the room.