Puppy Days~ By Tesseri-Shira

Chapter One: Idiot Plus Idiot Equals… Doom.

"It's too full!" Timmy grunted as he, Cosmo and Wanda piled on top of the ten-year-old's tiny suitcase. The wretched little thing was fraying at all the seam; its metal buckle was rusted so badly that the rust, itself, had turned black, and the center of it bulged like an overfilled balloon. Miscellaneous articles of pink and blue clothing poked out of the edges, like Timmy had tried to fit in his entire wardrobe, which consisted of multiple copies of the same outfit.

"Nonsense!" Cosmo said. Squeezing out from under Wanda, he zipped to Timmy's closet and proceeded to try stuffing every thing, down to the very last sock into the suitcase's cracks.

"Cosmo! Stop, you idiot!" Wanda screeched, but too late. The rusty hinges and buckle disintegrated to dust and the suitcase seemed to explode like a catapult.

The aftermath added up to the walls, floor and ceiling being plastered with Timmy's signature outfit. Cosmos scraped himself off the wall with a pooper-scooper, his flattened face grinning like a fool. Timmy and Wanda looked like they had been mummified. As Wanda magically released them from their avalanched cocoons, Poof transported from the fishbowl to the bed, returning to fairy form.

Spitting out a sock, he clapped his hands delightedly and adorably laughed, "Poof-poof!"

Cosmo tickled Poof's chin, "Oh yeah! Daddy's still got it!"

"You moron! Look at the mess you made!" Wanda fixed the green-haired air-head with a sharp leer.

"I know!" Cosmo hooted, "Wasn't it awesome?" As Poof clapped again, Cosmo bowed to him, grinning impishly. Before Wanda could take a shot at him with her wand, which was aimed at her dearly-beloved idiot's head, Timmy interrupted, "You guys, I've got less than ten minutes to pack, and let me say, this isn't going to work!" He held up a limp tattered remnant of his destroyed suitcase with a frown.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie!" Wanda apologized, lifting her wand and conjuring a new suitcase.

"Why is there a size limit on the luggage anyways?" Timmy muttered, trying to peel some clothes off his wall. "I mean, it's a three week camp! How can they expect us to survive with hardly anything?"

"It's camp, Tommy! It's meant to kill you!" Cosmo shrieked at him, grabbing Timmy's shirt in both fists and getting in his face.

"Why are you shouting?" Timmy wiped spit from his face and put his fingers in his ears with a peevish expression.

"What was that?" Cosmo bellowed blankly. "No seriously, I can't un-der-stand yoooouu… Spreken Zi English?"

Wanda sighed exasperatedly and pulled a wad of socks out of Cosmo's ear. "If you couldn't hear, then how were you replying to the question?" she put her hand on her hips.

"What are you talking about?" Cosmo raised an eyebrow. "I was talking to Tommy, not you! See? Tommy!" he reached into the ear that had been clogged and pulled out a massive tick. Timmy and Wanda recoiled, noticing that Cosmo's eyes were dilating and contracting at separate intervals.

Rolling her eyes, Wanda turned her wand into a giant flyswatter and with a smirk smashed her husband over the head with it, and along with him, the tick was squashed, looking as if a steamroller had gone over it.

"Now," Timmy said, almost drown out by Cosmo's cry for his parasite. He continued tugging at his plastered clothes but they didn't budge. "What the heck am I supposed to take?" He snapped angrily, sweat beading on his forehead from exertion.

Wanda would have responded, but Poof called out first, "Poof-poof, poof poof!" As all three looked at him, he waved his rattle with a squinty smile. It began to glow and shine, and then the fish bowl floated off the bedside table and landed in the suitcase.

"Oh no! We are not going to camp with Timmy!" Wanda immediately objected, returning the bowl to its place with a flick of her wand.

"Come on! That's a great idea!" Timmy retorted, "With you guys there, I could wish up anything I'd need! And I asked you to come before, but you never said why you wouldn't come! Why don't you want to?"

Stubbornly, Poof out the bowl back into the suitcase again.

As Wanda moved it back to the table, Cosmo put a hand between his mouth and her, to answer Timmy's question, "She doesn't want to come because of the Wandisim—mfff!"

Wanda stuffed a sock firmly into Cosmo's mouth to cut him off, scowling threateningly, "Never speak of that dark day!"

Poof was putting the bowl back into the bag when she returned her attention to him.

"Please?" Timmy clasped his hands together pleadingly, making a puppy face, "Camp isn't that bad!"

"No, but the memories are," Wanda shuttered.

"How about Cosmo? Maybe he's fine with coming?" Timmy said hopefully, but Wanda only gave him a stare and they both burst into laugher; it was an idiotic question at best—Cosmo, on his own, was about as useful as a spoon being used to cut a steak. Cosmo witlessly joined the laughing, not realizing it was at him. "Okay, okay," Timmy wheezed through snorts, "Forget that, but maybe… How about you let Poof come with me?"

"Absolutely n—!" Wanda started, but was prompt interrupted.

"Absolutely? Sweet! Thanks, Wanda!" Timmy blabber, hooking Poof under one arm and heading for the door as fast as he could.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Wanda shouted and suddenly a large cage flew up from nowhere and clanged shut around Timmy. She looked completely infuriated. "There if NO WAY I'm letting Poof go alone with you to camp!"

"Why not?" the boy asked blankly. "It could be a character building experience…"

"You handed him over to the Anti-Fairies and Pixies once. You lost him while babysitting and he nearly got killed. Remember how that one went?! Oh and there was the time—!"

"Okay, I get it!" Timmy snapped, "But everyone makes mistakes!" If Wanda had turned around at that moment she would have seen Cosmo make a Hannah Montana poster appear and make googly eyes at the teen pop star's picture. Timmy continued, "And Poof is really getting his magic down, plus he knows not to show himself to any humans but me. He would be fine and you could check on him whenever you want! Please let me take Poof! He really wants to go!" Now both boys were giving Wanda puppy eyes.

"No, Timmy," she put her hands on her hips decisively. "Poof doesn't have complete control of his magic yet, and he is definitely not old enough!"

"He does so have control of his magic! Watch!" Timmy slyly turned to his god brother. "Poof, if you please, I wish I had a Wanda 'you-doo-doll!'"

Before Wanda could react, Poof giggled happily, waving his rattle. Instantly a somewhat ragged miniature semblance of Wanda appeared in Timmy's hand. He spoke swiftly into the doll's ear, "You should let Timmy take Poof to camp, but to be reasonable, you will check on him every night, and for the next three weeks you will not worry about Timmy and Poof."

Suddenly Wanda got a glass vacant look in her eyes. As Cosmo knocked on her head, which caused a hollow tapping to resound out, she repeated in a monotone voice, "I will let Timmy take Poof to camp, but with one condition. I am allowed to check up on Poof every night. I'll try not to worry about Timmy and Poof."

"Eh… close enough. Thanks Wanda!" Timmy grinned. "Poof, You're coming with me to camp!" Poof slammed Timmy a high-five with his stubby hand, while Cosmo had begun absentmindedly crying over Tommy again.

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End Chapter 1

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I got this cross over idea a while back.
I'll try to get chapt 2 up soon!
Please R&R!
You can see a screenshot I made of this story on my DA.
My DA name is Tesseri-Shira

Thanks for reading!

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