Ok, let's start with a rhetorical question. What would you do if all your dreams came true? Ok, right now you're probably like WTF! So, I'll ask it again; what would you do if all your dreams came true? And by "dreams", I don't mean ambitions, I mean the stuff that goes on in your head when you're asleep - the majority of which you don't even remember when you wake up! Well, this is what Timmy wished for - and, obviously, because he has fairy godparents, it happened! Every single one of his dreams came true - well, at least the ones he dreamed after he'd made the wish.
But, like most of Timmy's wishes, this one had er, disastrous consequences…
Want to know what happened? Well, like all good stories, (and some not so good ones) it would be best if we began at the beginning…
"Oh, Timmy, you're so cute!" Trixie exclaimed. "How did I ever live without you?"
Timmy smiled at her.
"I guess you just didn't know what you were missing," he shrugged.
Trixie then proceeded to kiss him.
When they were done, Trixie headed toward the door.
"I've got to go now, Timmy, but -" Trixie's voice changed dramatically; "YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"
Timmy sat bolt upright in bed, reality dawning on him. Darn, he thought. It was just a dream! But, he had no time to think about it (as much as he would have liked to), as his mom was yelling at him to get ready for school.
"Coming, Mom!" Timmy cried, as Cosmo and Wanda hurriedly helped by dressing him (with magic!). He was about to run downstairs , when Wanda called after him. "Timmy! You forgot your hat!" she shouted. Timmy felt on his head for it - obviously, it wasn't there, (so, why did he need to check!) so he ran back upstairs, snatched it off Wanda, and sprinted off again.
"Saying thank you once in a while doesn't hurt," snapped Wanda, peevishly. Timmy ignored her. Wanda turned to Cosmo, and raised her eyebrows. "Should we go with him?"
Cosmo shrugged. "I dunno," he said. "Why don't we ask the author?"
"No," I hissed. "Don't go anywhere! Stay where you are!"
"Ok, we're staying here," Cosmo announced, retiring to the fishbowl. Wanda hesitated for a minute, then followed him…
Meanwhile…
Timmy walked oh-so-slowly into school, reflecting on every little detail of his dream, (I think this is a case of Obsessed? Moi? Syndrome… OMS!) and heaving a sigh to himself. If only there was some way that his dream could come true! But there wasn't - or waaas there, as Cosmo would say. Timmy mentally smacked himself in the forehead. Like, duh! The answer had been staring him in his face the whole time - he had fairy godparents! Yes! That was the way to get Trixie to go out with him! By wishing that everything he dreamed could come true!
Now, Timmy was practically jumping up and down with excitement - but he managed to contain himself (just). Timmy had learned from experience that leaping up and down in school was not a good way of attracting attention to yourself - or impressing girls, for that matter. Unless you were rich, of course. Then it didn't matter what you did - not that you'd jump up and down, if you were one of the popular kids. They were waay too cool for that!
But, we're getting away from the point. Who cares about jumping up and down? That doesn't really have anything to do with this story.
Right now, though, we'll leave Timmy to have another oh-so-boring day at school, (plus a couple of F's, of course) and go see what Juandisimo is doing…
Staring at himself in the mirror, that's what! It was 9:03a.m., and time for Juandisimo's daily I-love-me pep talk - complete with muscle flexing, and of course, lots of popping out of his shirt! The words of the pep talk went something along the lines of, "Oh you are a sexy fairy, Juandisimo…" like that, for two hours solid! Juandisimo is another prime example of OMS, being 100 in love with himself…
Ok, well, I think we'll leave Juandisimo alone with himself for a little while, and "pop in" on Anti Cosmo! Hopefully he'll be doing something more interesting than staring at himself in the mirror!
"Perry! Perry! Perry! Perry!" the audience on The Perry Stinger Show cheered excitedly, as Perry himself flew down the steps, waving to the camera.
"Hello, folks, and welcome to Perry Stinger! Tonight's topic is… my wife cheated on me with an anti fairy!" Right on cue, there was a gasp from the audience. "An anti fairy… how horrible!" was meant to be the idea. Well, allegedly. But, the anti fairy sitting in front of the TV, watching Perry Stinger, was actually real cute.
Anti Cosmo popped open another can of lager, and took a swig from it. (Swig - I love that word!) He was sitting in his cramped, thirty-sixth floor flat, watching TV, with the curtains shut. Pizza boxes, cigarette packets and beer cans littered the floor, and the flat had a strong smell of cigarette fumes, mixed with sweat. Just because Anti Cosmo had been raised to be posh, have table manners, and not to burp, it didn't mean that sometimes he couldn't be a total slob. Actually, he had been being a slob quite a lot, recently. There wasn't much else to do; (after he had been let out of jail, he had found a flat in Fairy World, and, even though it was tiny, anything was better than living in green goo) fairies didn't take kindly to anti fairies living in Fairy World, so Anti Cosmo preferred to stay out of sight - he didn't want to attract attention to himself.
"And here's our first guest!" the on-screen Perry exclaimed. "Everyone, give a biiiig hello to…. Shell!" A fairy with pink hair and blue eyes floated into shot, and sat down in one of the big plush chairs. "So, Shell, you had a relationship with an anti fairy, didn't you?" asked Perry, to which Shell nodded. "Why'd you do it…?"
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Keep your hair on, I'm coming," Anti Cosmo grumbled. He went over to the door, and flung it open. Standing outside was a scared-looking pizza delivery boy. "P-p-pepperoni pizza for you!" he stammered. Anti Cosmo shot the pizza guy a really dirty look, threw him some money, (literally!) snatched the pizza off him, and slammed the door. "Keep the change!" he yelled.
Back on the TV, Shell was sobbing apologetically. "I'm sorry," she cried, to a purple fairy, who was probably her husband. "I didn't know what I was doing! Please forgive me!"
Shell raked her fingers through her pink hair, and gave a loud wail. From the side, Anti Cosmo thought, she looked kinda like Wanda. He gave a sigh. Anti Cosmo had always had a bit of a soft spot for Wanda, and he suddenly had an urge to go and see her. He wanted some love (because, believe it or not, anti fairies do have heart) almost as much as he wanted to take over the world…
Anti Cosmo suddenly made up his mind to meet up with Wanda. He got out his cell phone, and sent her a text…
Back at Timmy's house…
School had just let out, and Wanda knew that there were only a few minutes before Timmy would get home. She poofed out of the fishbowl, and flew over to the window, to keep an eye out for Timmy coming back. Just as she got to the window, though, her cell phone let out a loud beep. Wanda was surprised; she didn't get text messages very often. She picked it up, and read the text message. This is what it said:
Hi Wanda
Want to meet up later?
If you do, I'll see you at 7:30, round the back of the Pizza Palace
Let me know,
Anti Cosmo
xxx
Wanda raised her eyebrows - there was a snowball's chance in hell that she would go and meet up with Anti Cosmo! "He's an anti fairy… how horrible!" Wanda thought, as she wrote a reply to him.
No, I will not meet up with you!
Not tonight, not tomorrow, not EVER
I'd rather kiss a slug than go near you!
Wanda +
Satisfied with this message, Wanda sent it… just as the door burst open downstairs, and Timmy ran upstairs, yelling that he was home.
Timmy ran into his room, and jumped onto the bed. Wanda flew over to him, and Cosmo decided to finally emerge from the fishbowl to come and see his godkid. "Hi, Timmy!" he exclaimed, brightly. Timmy returned the greeting, feeling slightly impatient. "How was your day, sweetie?" asked Wanda. "Did you learn anything?"
Timmy shrugged. "It was fine. And, no, I didn't learn anything…"
"Want to play Crash Nebula in Sea City?" asked Cosmo excitedly, holding up a video game. Timmy shook his head.
"Not really, Cosmo," he said.
Cosmo gasped. "Wanda, get the doctor! Timmy's sick!" he cried.
"No, no, I'm not!" Timmy exclaimed. "It's just… I've been thinking!"
"Wow, he really is sick!" Wanda said, pulling a thermometer out of thin air, and sticking it into Timmy's mouth.
Timmy spat it out. "Would you guys just LISTEN!"
Cosmo and Wanda stopped fooling around, and tried to listen to Timmy, (although this was REALLY hard for Cosmo; he has the shortest attention span, like, ever) as he told them about his dream.
"…And, so," Timmy concluded, "I think it would be real cool if all the stuff I dreamed came true!"
"Well, go on, then," Wanda said, "wish for it!"
Timmy could barely contain his excitement as he said,
"I wish that everything I dream will come true!"
