A/N: How did this come about you ask? Answer's in ma profile. Kukuku... this is purely for entertainment purposes. It's meant to be funny, although I'll try my best to keep Sasuke in-character as best as possible. This is suppose to be based around Fairly Odd Parents, but there aren't really any references besides the whole wishing phenomena. ^^' (Thinking about changing that summary...)

Summary: A day gone wrong can lead to many freaky accidents. Talking turtles just happen to take the cake Hinata Hyuuga meet your very own fairy god-parent, Sasuke Uchiha.

Disclaimer: I fail to see why we even have to put one if the owner knows who owns Naruto. Jeez. (Sadly, I don't own him...or the show!) Only saying it once! Neither do I own (or want to for that matter) Fairly Odd Parents.


Hinata Hyuuga was like a bull on a rampage, except she was a much, much smaller bull. Like a mule or something. Maybe even a pony. Unicorn?

Fail to see how those animals are even related. We'll just go with a calf.

Today had not been a particularly good day, at least not on Hinata's part. It was a Friday, a day that's suppose to be the end of a teenager's worries, a day that led to the most greatest of days in the week, the cornerstone of weekend's bloom. Sadly, the poor Hyuuga heiress had started her day off on the wrong foot. Literally. And now, standing or shall we say floating in front of her seemed to be the cherry on top of the world's largest banana split.

...

Circumstance #1:

It all started when the sun decided to pour unfathomable amounts of rays into her eyes through the half-opened curtains that she could've sworn she closed last night. Its unyielding beams only seemed to brighten when Hinata decided to turn over, thus ruining her will to go back to sleep. What would 15 minutes have done? It's not like she's ever late to school.

With a yawn and a stretch, Hinata pulled her blankets from over her lithe body, revealing a pair of lemony yellow pajamas with cupcakes plastered all over them and, surprisingly, a snug turquoise camisole. With the grace of a princess, Hinata swung her legs over her bed, not at all realizing that there was an over-stuffed backpack sitting soundly by her pink bunny slippers.

Half-asleep, Hinata took one step from her bed and fell with a thud that could honestly put all noise to rest in a matter of milliseconds. Indigo hair pooled messily around her porcelain skin, her nose pressed firmly against the carpeted floor. That marked the beginning of a day gone horribly wrong.

After tumbling around in her bedroom and throwing on an over-sized white t-shirt, Hinata had found herself being ridiculously clumsy. Of course, she was an average klutz, but that particular morning, she found herself being even more of a klutz when she tripped down the stairs after noticing that she'd be late for school (for once in her pathetic life). It didn't help that her little sister, who just happened to walk by upon her rendezvous with the tallest staircase in the universe, didn't help her off the floor.

"Morning nee-san," Hanabi said, giving the pale girl a once-over before stepping over her, instead of helping her up like a normal, nice younger sister would do. Being the nice older sister that she was, she merely picked herself up off the floor with a soft grunt of pain, rubbing an aching spot on her ankle, and tossed the younger version of her father a smile.

"Good morning Hanabi-chan," she greeted happily, albeit painfully before limping towards the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen (with a limp, of course), she came upon the normal sight of her father, Hiashi Hyuuga, and cousin, Neji Hyuuga, sitting at the table, one with a newspaper covering his face and the other with a bowl of cereal with a glass of orange juice on the side. Hinata honestly never saw the point in having orange juice with cereal, seeing as how the milk was practically a beverage.

Neji would always slurp (quietly of course, wouldn't want to risk irking Hiashi's nerves so early in the morning) down his milk before washing it down with a glass of cold orange juice, with pulp (heavens let's not forget the pulp), followed by a bottle of water. Hinata slowly, but surely, trying desperately not to make her limp seem so noticeable, walked towards the refrigerator and grabbed a half-empty carton of milk and her favorite cereal, Shuriken Flakes, from the pantry.

"Good morning father, Neji-nii-san," Hinata greeted upon placing the items on the table. The older man at the table gave her a gruff 'good morning', while the youngest of the men gave her a curt nod after swallowing down his orange juice in one gulp. Forgetting to grab a bowl from the cabinet, Hinata turned around to grab it, limping as she did so, earning herself the unwanted attention of both her father and cousin.

"What happened to your leg?" Neji asked in his monotone voice, Hiashi's white orbs narrowed into a deep gaze as he watched his daughter lean on her right leg. If Hinata were anyone else, she'd glare at her cousin, but seeing as how she was sweet and innocent, she merely turned and tossed him a smile, opting to do the next best thing. Something she was a beast at.

"W-well," she started, practically hopping back towards the table as she poured her cereal and milk into her bowl, her opalescent eyes staring at the contents of her bowl, "t-there's this new w-walk at school c-called t-the P-Pimp Walk."

Hiashi stared. Neji stared.

Hiashi blinked. Neji stared some more.

Hiashi closed his eyes. Neji stared some more.

Hiashi released a sigh. Neji kept staring.

"Pimp Walk?" Hiashi asked, his eyes still closed as his eyebrows knotted, betraying an unidentified emotion. To say that Hinata was nervous was an understatement, what with the way Neji's milky white eyes practically burned a hole into her face as he continued to stare at her. Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best of lies, but could she honestly tell her father and cousin that she tripped over a booksack (that wasn't hers by the way) and down the stairs?

No, she couldn't.

It was safe to say that by the time it was ready for her to go to school, Hiashi had already dropped the subject, but not before pointing out that she shouldn't do something so degrading, even if it was popular. And Neji...let's just say, he stared at her for the rest of the day (he wanted to do it too...).

...

Circumstance #2:

School had turned out to be more than what Hinata had ever asked for. It was normal for her to be ignored by pretty much the majority of the junior class, what with her shy demeanor and horrid speech impediment. Of course, she had her own little roundabout of friends, two of which were her very best friends. But today, something had seemed a bit off. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was limping. Down the hall. In front of e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e.

"Yo, Hinata," called one of her friends, Kiba Inuzuka, his fur-coated hood bulkier than usual as his puppy popped from underneath, "what's with the Pimp Walk? You do know that that was over years before we were born, right?"

And thus began an onslaught of questions from the student body, most of which she didn't know.

"Hey, Hinata-chan!" bellowed one of her close girls friends, Ino Yamanaka, who, along with her other girl friend, Sakura Haruno, tossed her confused looks as they watched her wobble cease.

"Why are you doing the Pimp Walk? Did Naruto put you up to this, 'cuz if he did, I swear-" Sakura said, her alabaster hands already knotted into fists as she recalled the last incident their blonde-haired friend embarrassed Hinata.

Said girl blushed a pretty pink as she gave the two girls a sheepish smile, "N-no, Sakura-chan, Ino-chan. I actually tri-"

"Hinata!" came an all-too-familiar raspy voice that she came to know and love. The girls turned their heads down the hall as a bouncing blond bounded in their direction, his spiky locks swaying with the wind, his normally cheerful cerulean eyes wide with excitement as he stopped in front of them, his sun-kissed hands rested on his knees as he attempted to catch his breath.

He tossed them a smile, "Ino, Sakura-chan. Hey, Hinata!" he all but screamed, causing them to be the center of attention as every student stopped dead in their tracks to watch. "I heard you're trying to bring the Pimp Walk back! Can I do it too!" All previous thoughts on her crush halted as the hall practically filled with laughter from the student body.

This earned her the attention of not only the upperclassmen, but the faculty and staff as well. Some guy named Hidan actually had the audacity to confront her about it.

"Who the hell do you think you are tryna' bring back some whack ass 60s walk! You son of a whore!"

Her favorite teacher, Kurenai Yuuhi, who taught art appreciation, asked her about it.

"Are you okay, Hinata? Was it Naruto again?"

Even the principal, Tsunade, asked her about it.

"Was it Naruto who brought this up? I swear, the nerve of that child."

It was safe to say that Naruto suffered a concussion that very same day by none other than his pink-haired crush, Sakura Haruno. Everyone mimicked Hinata's limp or in this case, the 'Pimp Walk', thus bringing it back 'in'. Hidan, some foul-mouthed upperclassmen, whom she didn't even know, begrudgingly did it, convincing his gang, Akatsuki, especially some guy named Tobi, who was classified as 'Konoha's Walking Orange' made it even more popular by developing it into a dance.

The teachers merely shook their heads at it, blaming Naruto Uzumaki for everything that's happened. And the principal actually had the nerve to plaster it in the school's newspaper.

All because Hinata Hyuuga tripped down the stairs. And let's not forget the booksack in her bedroom.

...

After returning home from school or in Hinata's case, hell on earth, Hinata had been confronted by yet another person. Her beloved little sister.

"What happened to you?" she asked in that know-it-all voice of hers, not that Hinata cared to acknowledge. Her day did not go as planned. She could honestly say it was the worst day of her life, far worse than when Naruto, her crush of 15 years and counting, told her that he developed a dance called the Rasengan, where she had to spin in a circle for five minutes, then do some foreign dance called the 'Stanky Leg'.

Hinata gave her sister a glance before sending her a weak smile, slamming the front door shut (more like gently closed it with a soft sigh) and stomped up stairs (she just added a little pep to her step), her lim- Pimp Walk still intact.

Hinata Hyuuga was like a bull on a rampage, except she was a much, much smaller bull. Like a mule or something. Maybe even a pony. Unicorn?

Fail to see how those animals are even related. We'll just go with a calf.

Before she could even manage to plop on her bed and scream her heart out she was greeted by an unfamiliar, deep and annoyed voice, "Finally."

Looking around her room, Hinata didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Lavender walls; lime green carpet; pink, sky blue, orange bedsheets, curtains; brown dresser... Nothing was different. Hinata merely closed her amethyst orbs, figuring that she was only hallucinating, but then she caught sight of something she had never seen before.

A fish tank. And in it, a blue and white turtle (must've been some rare species or something). She opted to ignore it, allowing her drowsiness to get the best of her, but that was impossible once she took note that it was staring directly at her. And was that an annoyed look on its face? Taking a closer look, Hinata walked towards the unfamiliar fishtank, her pearl eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Perhaps it was some early birthday present from her father, or a prank from Hanabi. 'Couldn't be', she thought as she scrutinized the bazaar-looking turtle. Her father never allowed them to have pets due to him having an 'allergic reaction' to a dead cat. What did he expect? He ran it over like five times trying to back out of the drive way. Vomiting is common when seeing dead...well, anything, especially when blood and guts are everywhere.

Upon closer inspection of the weird blue and white turtle...and wait. Was that hair? Blue hair?

"What the hell are you looking at?" it asked, its obsdian eyes narrowed in aggravation. "Haven't you seen a turtle before?"

It. Did. Not. Just. Talk! With wide fearful eyes, Hinata let out a loud squeak, backing up towards her bed, only to trip over that damn booksack sitting near the legs of her bed, thus rendering herself unconcious as she flipped on the other side.


A/N: Gosh that took a long time to write! I wasn't planning on putting this in story format...but alas my story-writing mind got the better of me and this is what happened! Was it funny? Yes, no, maybe? Sasuke, a talking turtle! Hinata with her Pimp Walk! Hiashi, allergic to dead cats! :D Leave your thoughts in a review.

I accept requests on wishes since this is suppose to be like the Fairly Odd Parents. No matter how bazaar it is, I accept with restrictions. Guidelines are in my profile. :] (I think I nailed all of the spelling errors.)

~Tomatio