Author's Note
I've always enjoyed watching The Jimmy Timmy Power Hour trilogy. But to this day, it's been my firm belief that the third Power Hour, The Jerkinators, felt rushed. After all, it only came out six months after the second. Ever since then, I've been trying to find a way to give the third installment some sort of salvation. And seeing as how that probably won't happen on TV, I figured the next best thing would be to make my own. And now, the Power Hour of Redemption is at hand!
On a side note, I'd like to thank NonSequiturs-R-Us and soulful-sin who, after reading The Jimmy Timmy Power Hour 4: Calamitous' Revenge and Nightfall respectively, inspired me to plant the seeds of my own crossover attempt.
Furthermore, I'd also like to point out that The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius is the property of John A. Davis, O Entertainment and DNA Productions, while The Fairly OddParents is the property of Butch Hartman, Frederator, Inc. and Billionfold, Inc.
So without further ado, let's get started!
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In the center of the Bermuda Triangle lies a single, solitary tropical island. But this is no vacation spot for any humans to visit—and for good reason. For one, the island is skull-shaped; secondly, despite all the island's lush vegetation, scenic terrain and tranquil waters, the island is home to many vengeful, hateful inhabitants. That is because this island is none other than Unwish Island, the end point for all of Timmy Turner's unwished wishes. One unwished wish in particular, right now, is relaxing poolside on a folding chair with a glazed look on his face as a uniformed Timmy-clone serves him a tropical drink. This unwished wish happens to be none other than Gary, Timmy's ex-imaginary friend.
"Here is your punch, my good sir," said the Timmy-clone.
"Thanks," Gary ungratefully scoffed. "And in return for this punch, Daddy-O, let me return the favor with a punch of my own." Following this retort, the Timmy-clone left Gary's presence with a black eye and a buck-toothed smile on his face.
Again, Gary scoffed. "What an idiot! All day long, he and the rest of those happy-go-lucky clones tend to my every whim and yet believe it to be a badge of honor to take the burden of my abuse. While it gave me pleasure at first, it's just becoming a nuisance now. And it's totally not cool, Boopy." He then sipped casually from his drink.
"As relaxing and enjoyable this island has been, I think it's high time I pay the real Timmy a visit and get him to bask in my isolation," he contemplated in a sinister, suave tone.
After finishing his drink, Gary called the unwished wishes together for an important meeting on the beach.
"My fellow unwished wishes, for too long we have stayed on this island and gone through the same mundane routine day in and day out while our sworn enemy, Timmy Turner, gets to enjoy his freedom without any restraints. And I am just not down with that," he announced with a few Elvis Presley-like mannerisms.
"Since it was Turner that unwished us over here in the first place, let us give him a taste of his own medicine and bring him back here . . . for a permanent visit!" Some of the unwished wishes, including Super Bike, Super Toilet, the Great Sphinx and the Pumpkinator applauded with great fervor that Gary felt he was already one step closer to exacting his revenge on Timmy Turner.
"Now, in order for my plan to go smoothly, I need all of you to follow my instructions down to the wire. Super Bike, Super Toilet, Great Sphinx, search the island for any industrial parts that we can use to construct something big. I'm sure Turner has unwished his fair share of technology over here in the past few months, so anything you find could be useful."
Eager with anticipation, all three unwishes headed toward the denser parts of the island to begin their inventorial search.
"Pumpkinator, you, on the other hand, I believe will be more useful in your individual forms," Gary suggested. Pumpkinator raised his eyebrows at first, but sharing the same dastardly desire to exact revenge on Timmy, he nodded and unmerged himself into four different robots. These robots consisted of a gold Jack-O-Bot, a silver Jack-O-Bot, a diamond Jack-O-Bot, and a ruby Jack-O-Bot.
"Radical! Positively awesome, Boopy," Gary proclaimed as he took out a Game Buddy Timmy had unwished some months ago. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere important I need to be. I do believe there's someone in particular that can help further my plans along quite nicely." So while the four Jack-O-Bots went off to join the other unwishes in the task at hand, Gary typed in a specific location in the Game Buddy and with the press of a button, vanished from the island.
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Four months later, at the Turner residence in Dimmsdale, California, Timmy Turner was sleeping peacefully in his bed and snoring incessantly and rapidly. His two fairy godparents, Cosmo and Wanda, disguised as goldfish, watched with anticipation written all over their faces as they watched their godson sleep.
"Ready, Cosmo?" asked Wanda.
"Ready, Wanda," replied Cosmo.
Then they both appeared in their human forms and counted up in unison: "One, two, three!"
"Wakey, wakey, Timmy," Cosmo said and then turned into a green alarm clock, which began to ring loudly near Timmy's ear.
"Yaaaahhh!" Timmy shouted and then reflexively reached out and drowsily began hitting Cosmo on top of his head.
"Ooh! Ow! Eek! Ouch! Ow! Ow!" Cosmo shouted painfully.
"Where's the snooze button on this thing?!" Timmy demanded. After a while, he gave up and let Cosmo go. Cosmo then reverted to his human form, covered with a few bruises and scratches.
"I've heard of wake-up calls, but this is ridiculous! Wanda, next time, you're going to be the alarm clock."
Ignoring her husband, Wanda said: "Timmy, it's time to get ready for school. The world of education awaits you!" Timmy responded by groaning and putting his head under his pillow.
"Well, I'm not waiting for it; in fact, I'd rather it went on without me," Timmy replied, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Now, Timmy, you shouldn't have that sort of outlook on school. Sure, it may seem bad right now but one day, you'll learn to appreciate your education. Things change all the time."
"Yeah!" Cosmo agreed. "I mean, take a look at Wanda. Just last night, she looked in the mirror when she was getting ready for bed and the mirror suddenly shattered in a million pieces. You should've been there, Timmy; it was quite a sight. That was a good mirror, too."
Cosmo then looked over from Timmy to Wanda, who gave him a deadly glare.
"Uh, I mean, not that you don't look good, Wanda! I mean . . . uh . . . um . . . I'm gonna check on Poof to see if he's up yet. Love you!" And with a cloud labeled "GONE!," Cosmo disappeared back into the fishbowl's castle.
Wanda then waved her wand and poofed Timmy out of his bed. "At least try to keep an open mind, sweetie. You never know what waits for you at school."
"Let me see: an F from Crocker, a beating from Francis, humiliation from the popular kids . . . sometimes not in that order. Nope, I know what's waiting for me at school, Wanda."
"Be that as it may, you still need to go to school. Now start getting ready, Timmy."
"All right, all right, fine," Timmy conceded. "I'll be ready in about fifteen minutes or so." And with that, he trudged into the bathroom and shut the door. The sound of the shower turning on was heard less than a minute later.
"If anything, at least Timmy knows deep down that we have his best interests at heart," Wanda told herself before she poofed back into the castle.
But when Wanda appeared in her son's room, she not only saw Cosmo there by Poof's crib, but two other male fairies, as well. One was dressed in a three-piece suit, complete with a black tie and briefcase to match, while the other fairy was dressed from head to toe in what looked like a white medical uniform; he was holding Poof's hand.
"Excuse me, but who are you and just what do you think you're doing with our son?" Wanda asked angrily.
"I tried to stop them, Wanda, but the man in the suit offered me a cookie if I brought him to see Poof. It was chocolate chip! It was too tempting! I'm so ashamed; please forgive me, Wanda!" Cosmo cried, begging and hugging his wife. However, Wanda just pushed Cosmo aside.
"I'll deal with that later," she responded. "What I'm more concerned about is why these men have our son in their possession."
The fairy in the three-piece suit reached into his jacket and pulled out a card, which he gave to Wanda. "Forgive me for this unexpected visit. My name is Wish N. Wellington. I'm a lawyer with the firm of Fairy Mason and Associates; I'm sure you've heard of them." Indeed, both fairies had heard of them. This was back when Timmy had first dealt with that scheming genie, Norm. "The fairy who is in possession of your son behind me is a fairy welfare caseworker. He works for F.P.S."
"Fairy Protective Services? What's this all about?"
"I'm representing a client who has made a claim that this baby is in an unhappy household and has filed a lawsuit saying that he should been taken out of said household immediately."
"That's just ridiculous; this is a loving and caring environment. Poof knows that we provide him with all the support and attention he needs."
"Poof, poof," replied Poof, shaking his rattle happily.
"Well, I have been shown evidence from my client that strongly indicates otherwise."
"I would like to see this so-called evidence."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to disclose that evidence."
"Then tell me who's making these accusations against me and my husband."
"I'm not at liberty to disclose that, either."
"Then you'll take my son over my cold, lifeless body."
It was at that point where Cosmo decided to interject. "Look, Mr. Wellington, I may not be the brightest wand in the box and my wife may be a nag with a short fuse . . . " Again, Wanda gave him another deadly glare, but Cosmo didn't notice it. " . . . But the truth is, we're not the type of parents that would dare endanger Poof in any way, shape or form."
"As heartfelt as I'm sure that was supposed to be, I'm afraid we still have to take Poof away. And again, the evidence strongly indicates otherwise," Wellington explained.
Wanda was close to blowing her lid, but for Poof's sake, she kept calm and spoke in a reasonable tone. "Then how are we supposed to get him back?"
Wellington opened his suitcase and gave Wanda an empty file. "There's going to be a hearing this afternoon that will decide who gets custody of young Poof, you and your husband or my client. Use this file to put in anything you believe will help strengthen your case. I wish you the best of luck and hope to see you this afternoon. And don't worry, Poof will be in good hands now."
"You're making it sound like you've already won the case, Wellington."
"I don't know. Have I? Goodbye." With a sudden inquisitive "Poof, poof?" from their son, Cosmo and Wanda watched as Wellington and the caseworker disappeared with Poof.
Wanda then threw the file to the floor in disgust. "How dare they say that we're bad parents!" the pink-haired fairy seethed in rage. "We've been nothing but good parents to Poof, and some dipstick thinks they're just gonna waltz right in and take him away from us? Not on my watch."
"Mine neither! And my watch isn't even working right; the battery must be dead," Cosmo said, examining his watch.
Thankfully, Wanda was able to pull herself together and took a deep breath. "Cosmo, we have bigger problems to worry about! We'll have to attend that hearing. And you know what that means?"
"I have to get a new watch?"
"No! We're gonna have to leave Timmy with a temp."
"I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Wanda. You remember Jeff?"
Wanda shuddered with fear. "Ugh, how could I not? We almost lost our Godparenting Licenses over the fiasco that elf caused. What about Jorgen? He was Timmy's temporary fairy once."
"Don't you remember? Jorgen being his temporary fairy drove Timmy insane! It took months and months of therapy before he recovered from that episode. I personally don't think it would be wise to reopen old wounds."
"Then who should we ask?"
"Hmm." Cosmo turned himself into a green-colored version of Rodin's The Thinker and thought: If we're going to leave Timmy with a temp, then it'll have to be someone who we can trust. Someone that Timmy can trust, as well. They have to have Wanda's caring personality, but mostly my sense of adventure and recklessness, so Timmy can at least have some fun while we're gone. Following this thought, the light bulb in Cosmo's head suddenly went on. Still in his Thinker form, he snapped his fingers and opened his eyes. "I've got it!" he exclaimed.
"Who?" Wanda asked as Cosmo turned back into his human form.
"Just a second." He unscrewed the top of his head like a jar and then rummaged through his brain, taking out certain items he had stored away. "Not it," he said, pulling out a yo-yo and tossing it aside. "Not it," he repeated, this time tossing aside a power drill. A few more items followed in this procedure: a ball of yarn ("Still not it."), a pig ("How'd that get in there?"), and a chocolate ice cream cone ("Ooh, I was wondering where I left this! I'll save that for later.") Finally, Cosmo fished out what he was looking for: a film reel. Then he turned into a movie projector. "Go ahead, Wanda. Play the film."
Wanda set the film reel up and flipped the switch of Projector Cosmo on. There was a faint square of light that shone onto the wall at first but after a few seconds, the film reel began to play. But the footage was not what Wanda expected: playing on the wall in front of her was the sequence of events that took place in Retroville, Texas when Professor Calamitous had been fused with Jorgen Von Strangle. Different segments played on the screen, including Sheen being chosen to distract Calamitous, along with Cosmo's words of encouragement ("Now and forever . . . I am Fairy Boy!" / "Do you feel illogical, punk? Well, do you?" / "I was born illogical! Ask the doctor."), Sheen and Cosmo riding together on a flying hot dog around Jorgen and Calamitous and singing ("I'm riding a hot dog over you / All these pork byproducts have got me feeling bluuue . . .), and Sheen lamenting the end of his brief role as Fairy Boy, along with Wanda and Cosmo's comments ("Is this the end of Fairy Boy?" / "For now. But if we ever need a sub, we'll call." / "That was the most reckless I've ever gotten with a giant hot dog!"). Following that, the film reel went blank and Cosmo became his human form again.
"So . . . how about Sheen, then?" Cosmo suggested.
"Well, seeing as how we have no other trustworthy person in mind, I suppose we could give Sheen a shot," Wanda decided.
"We're gonna have to tell Timmy about this."
"There's no time; we'll have to tell him later. I'll leave a note informing him of what we'll be doing." With a wave of her wand, she left a note on the side of the fishbowl so that Timmy would be able to see it once he came out of the bathroom.
Cosmo saw the worried look in his wife's eyes and floated over to her. "Hey, it's going to be all right, Wanda. We'll get Poof back."
"I hope so."
Cosmo took his wife's hand and held up his wand. "For Poof," he said.
Wanda followed suit and held up her own wand. "For Poof."
The stars at the ends of their wands glowed in unison; enveloped in a FOR POOF!-stamped cloud, they were gone.
Meanwhile, Timmy finally came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and still dreading the upcoming school day. In an attempt to follow Wanda's advice, Timmy tried to give himself a pep talk. "Okay, Turner, you can do this. You've gone through this routine a million times and counting already. And while the day is sure to be pure torture, at least you'll have your fairy godparents and godbrother to get you through the worst of it. Right?" He looked to his fishbowl for some sign of reassurance, but instead, he came face to face with Wanda's note, which read:
Dear Timmy,
A family emergency just came up.
If we can, we'll meet you at school later
this morning. Be careful and stay positive!
Love,
Cosmo, Wanda & Poof
After reading the note, Timmy folded it up and put it in his pocket. "Unbelievable," he muttered. "I wish I could've stayed in bed this morning." There were a few seconds of silence before Timmy replied sarcastically: "Oh, wait, that's right! They can't grant my wish because they're not here!" He went over to his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. "Stay positive, huh? Well, if I'm not mincemeat by the time they come back, I'll consider it." Timmy walked over to his bedroom door, inhaled sharply and then exhaled as slowly as he could. "What could possibly go wrong?" he asked himself as he opened the door. "Let's find out." He then walked out of his room, making sure to shut the door behind him.
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On a slightly darkened stage sits a stool and a microphone stand. A few seconds later, a spotlight shines down on both objects, bringing them into better focus. With a close-up of the stool and microphone, a pink-sleeved arm enters stage right and sets down a pink and green boombox onto the stool. A magic wand acts as the boombox's antenna, and when the hand turns it on, the star at the end of the wand begins to glow. The boombox blasts the theme song of The Fairly OddParents into the microphone as it starts to bounce to the beat of the music:
Timmy is an average kid
That no one understands . . .
Without warning, a laser beam blasts the boombox to smithereens. Soft laughter is heard from the audience. A robotic hand then sets down a sleek, triple-decker boombox onto the stool and presses its play button. From this boombox plays the opening theme of The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius into the microphone. Its speakers reverberate in synchronicity to the song's rhythm:
From here to the stars,
Fueled by candy bars,
Rides a kid with a knack for invention . . .
Suddenly, that boombox is enveloped by a POOF!-marked cloud. Once the smoke clears, the boombox is revealed to have turned into a frog. More laughter from the audience is heard. The frog croaks once in the microphone before it hops off the stool. Another pink and green boombox instantly appears on the stool, this one designed like a two-story house with two different-colored rooftops; obviously, one roof is pink and the other is green. Another magic wand acts as its antenna and is already glowing as the boombox spontaneously plays the ending of The Fairly OddParents theme song into the microphone. Once more, the boombox bounces to the beat:
It flips your lid
When you are the kid
With Fairly Odd . . .
But in mid-bounce, the boombox is flattened by a sleeker, bigger one, cutting off the rest of the theme song. The audience's laughter increases in volume and the boombox picks up where the first one left off, blaring of The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius's opening theme into the microphone.
With a super-powered mind,
A mechanical canine . . .
However, as Goddard barks twice (as he does in the theme song), the boombox is once again enveloped by another POOF!-marked cloud. And when the smoke clears this time, the boombox is shown to have changed into a pig. It squeals once, confused, into the microphone. The audience responds with, again, louder laughter.
The scene then shifts to the right of the stage and reveals a stern-looking Timmy Turner coming out from behind a red curtain, his left hand clutching a magic wand. Once more the scene shifts, this time to the left of the stage, and a stern-looking Jimmy Neutron is shown bursting through a backstage door and clutching a remote of some kind in his right hand. Gasps can be heard from the audience.
Timmy then raises the wand over his head and fires a beam of magic upwards. Jimmy responds by pressing a button on the remote, emitting a high-powered beam of energy, which also makes it way upwards. Both beams eventually collide and the force of impact causes them to explode in flash of white light. When the light dies down, a billboard has suddenly appeared. On this billboard encased in a spiky, purple circle are the words "Jimmy Timmy Power Hour 4." In the upper left of the billboard, next to the words "Jimmy Timmy" is Timmy's stern face, his eyes looking down diagonally at Jimmy. In the lower right of the billboard, next to the words "Power Hour" is Jimmy's stern face, drawn in 2D, and looking up diagonally at Timmy. Furthermore, the "I" in Timmy's name has been replaced by a magic wand and the "4" is encased in what looks like a metal badge below the word "Hour."
The camera pans back to reveal Jimmy and Timmy meeting each other center stage, ready to face off. But before they can do just that, the billboard falls forward and flattens the two boys. From behind the billboard, Goddard flies out with Cosmo and Wanda riding on his back. All three smile at the camera briefly, just before Goddard flies out of view. The audience applauds as the scene goes dark.
The scene then changes to a still frame that shows the following: a straight line down the center of the frame. On the left side of this line, it is bright blue; on the right side, it is gloomy green. On the blue half, Timmy and Jimmy are shown to be posing heroically on a rooftop, their fists raised in a victorious manner. Above them is the word "DOUBLE." On the green side, Jimmy and Timmy are shown held in captivity. Against a prison-type wall, they are suspended in the air, hung by their wrists in chains. They have dismal expressions on their faces and are looking down at the ground. Above them, the chains are revealed to be stemming from the word "TROUBLE." Finally, at the bottom of the frame spanning from the left to the right is the word "RESCUE!" with the "C" imposed over the line separating the blue side from the green side. While this is shown, a 7-note rock 'n roll guitar riff is heard until the frame fades to black.
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Seems like a slow beginning, but we're just getting started!
Looks like there's trouble already brewing! Who's the one making these accusations about Cosmo and Wanda being unfit parents? What will become of Poof?
To find out the answer to these questions and more, you'll have to read on to find out!
So until then, catch you on the flip side!
