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BOOGA-BOOGA-BOOGA!

Did I scare you?

Anyway. Here it is, my long awaited TR FOP fanfic, "Bully"! It'll get more interesting from here, trust me. We've only met four of the eight main characters! (laughs evilly) Disclaimer time--Cosmo, Wanda, Jorgen, and all things FOP related belong to Butch Hartman, not me. Theodore Sr., Mittie, Anna (Bamie), Theodore (Teedie), Elliott (Ellie), and Corinne (Conie) Roosevelt and Edith (Edie) Carow were all real people and are probably rolling over in their graves right now. This fanfic belongs to me! Okay now, on with the show!)

7:54 and the house was tidied up.

Wanda dusted off her hands and looked around the living room. Yes, everything seemed to be in place. She hated leaving her house messy for the next time she would come... whenever that was...

"Are you ready, Cosmo?" she called.

"Coming!" cried a voice from inside the bedroom. After a few moments, the door opened and out flew Wanda's husband Cosmo, wearing a foppish suit, one that a well-to-do man would be expected to wear in the year 1868. Besides from his suit, however, Cosmo did not bring to mind a well-to-do man, for he was a fairy, with wings sprouting from his back, a crown hovering above his messy green hair, and a wand clutched tightly in his hands.

"So where are we going today?" asked Cosmo excitedly, sounding like a first grader about to go on a field trip. "Fairy World's largest pickle? The Plumbers' Hall of Fame?"

Wanda sighed. She was wearing a dark dress with buttons down the middle, and her long pink hair was all tied behind her in a bun, as was the fashion for women in those days. "Cosmo, dear, our fifty years are up. We're going to be assigned a new godchild today."

Cosmo's large green eyes grew even larger, and his lip quivered. "But... but I thought you said that we might have children during our break... and we never did!..."

"I know," said Wanda sadly, hugging Cosmo affectionately and stroking his hair. "I didn't really expect to anyway, to tell you the truth. But we've had our obligatory fifty year break from godparenting, and now it's time to make another child happy."

"I really want to be a daddy, though!" moaned Cosmo. "Oh well... maybe our next break..."

Wanda bit her lip, not wanting to dampen his hopes. For one thing, Cosmo was sterile, and as much as Wanda had tried to deny it, it seemed as though the two of them never could have children. And also, the way things were going with the population explosion on Earth, creating thousands more unhappy children each year, they might not even be having a fifty year break every five hundred years anymore.

"We might not have children of our own," said Wanda, leaning away from him so she could look him in the eyes, "but think of all the godchildren we've had. And we've made them all happy, and I don't know about you, but I've loved each and every one of them like my own children. And I'm sure I'll love our next one, too. We'd better go now."

Wanda stood up and reached out her hand to Cosmo. Cosmo smiled at her and took it, gazing deep into her lovely pink eyes. Wanda can always make things feel better, thought Cosmo, feeling his love for her mount in his heart, like it so often did.

Wanda raised her wand, and with a poof, they were in the main fairy godparenting headquarters, where, as usual, Jorgen von Strangle was barking out orders.

"And no mistakes this time, you hear? Or else you'll be doing wand ups for the next five thousand years!" After chewing out this random unfortunate fairy, Jorgen turned to Cosmo and Wanda. "Aah, puny fairy Wanda and puny, stupid, INSIGNIFICANT FAIRY COSMO WHOM I DESPISE, you must be here for your new assignment!"

"Aaw, I like you too, Jorgen!" said Cosmo obliviously.

"That's right," said Wanda, trying not to be too mad at Jorgen. After all, who wouldn't be mad at the fairy who burned your wings off?

"Yes, let me see..." Jorgen poofed up a stack of files and started rummaging through them. "Uh... what is your last name again?"

Wanda shrugged. "Uh... Smith?"

"Uhsmith..." Jorgen flipped to the U's and pulled out a file. "Aah, here it is. Cosmo and Wanda Uhsmith." He pulled a piece of paper out of the file, reading over it quickly. "You have been assigned to Theodore Roosevelt, a nine-year-old boy living in New York City!"

"Aah, man, I hate that city..." muttered Wanda.

"SILENCE!" hollered Jorgen. He handed Wanda the file. "Here you go, this includes vital information on your child, yadda yadda. You know it."

Wanda grabbed Cosmo by the hand again and led him outside, where she pulled out the single sheet of paper on their new godchild. "Let's see... he's got light brown hair and blue eyes... oh yes, and he wears glasses, too... he's asthmatic, rather frail and sickly, as this says. And he's tutored at home. He's got one older sister, and a younger brother and sister..." Wanda put the paper back in the folder. "So, Cosmo, shall we go meet Theodore?"

Cosmo shrugged. "Sure... but do you think there'll be pudding at his house?"

Wanda laughed. "We can hope."

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"Well, I just wish he'd leave me alone, that's all."

A boy, who was a bit older than eight, threw a rock angrily from off the rock he was standing on. A boy behind him, who was older yet smaller and frailer, sighed.

"He'd leave you alone if you made him," said the older boy. His voice was strangely high pitched.

"Oh, sure, Teedie. You've never seen this guy!" The younger boy jumped off the rock and stared at his older brother. "He's huge! He could crush a skinny guy like you under his pinky!"

Teedie stared at the boy from behind his round glasses. "But Ellie... you're big. You could show him."

"Oh, no, Teedie, you don't know what you're talking about," said a girl, jumping into the conversation suddenly. She was almost seven years old. "He's bigger than Ellie. If you went to school with us, you'd know."

"Well, excuse me, Conie!" cried Teedie. "It's not my fault I can't go to school! You think I don't want to?"

"Oh, she didn't mean that!" piped in a fourth girl, about the same age as Conie.

"Yes I did!" said Conie.

The other girl jabbed Conie in the side. "That's not very nice!"

Conie shrugged. "Hey, he is my brother. I can be mean to him."

Teedie glared at his younger sister. "Hey, look, out of the four of us here, I am the oldest. You should listen to what I say!"

Ellie tackled Teedie to the ground. "Hey guys, listen to the President of the United States here!" He laughed. "Come on, you guys always do what I say!"

Teedie grimaced, but said nothing. He did have a point. Out of the four of them, little Elliott Roosevelt was the ringleader, although Theodore was older. And then again, Corinne, being the youngest, always seemed to get her way too. And Edith? Edith Carow was Conie's friend, but she liked to hang around Ellie and Teedie, too. When all four were together, they were a force to be reckoned with, that was for sure...

Ellie suddenly looked up in horror. "You guys... look, it's... him..."

Conie and Edie gasped. "Let's get out of here!"

Teedie, on the other hand, looked angry. "Get out of here? If he's been picking on you and beating you up, you ought to show him some JUSTICE!"

Ellie grabbed Teedie roughly by the arm. "No way! I value my life!"

"Well then, I will, if you lack the backbone!"

Conie rolled her eyes. "Teedie, why must you always talk weirdly?"

Ellie pulled harder on Teedie's arm. "You? You're not strong enough, Teedie! I'm not strong enough!"

"Well, well."

The bully was there, and so were his friends. The six boys, who were about eleven years old or so, looked like some sort of gang.

The leader, who most certainly was large and powerful looking, looked at Ellie. "Why, if it isn't little Elliott Roosevelt! And his dear little sister Corinne! Elliott, I believe you owe me twenty cents."

Elliott was scared, but he managed to stand up shakily and stare at the bully straight in the eyes. "Owe you? I don't owe you anything! Besides, what makes you think I have that kind of money on me?"

"Oh, is that what you think, huh?" The bully smacked his fist into his palm menacingly, and the rest of his gang followed suit.

At this moment, Teedie spoke up. "Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?"

The boy stared at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm Elliott's brother, of course."

"Oh yes...the one that's too sick to attend school!" He laughed.

Teedie glared at him. "At least I have manners, you big ugly toad!"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then with one swift sudden movement punched Teedie right above the nose. He then ran away laughing cruelly, his buddies right behind him.

"Oh, Teedie, are you alright?" gasped Edith, leaning down touch his face.

"Do I LOOK alright?" yelled Teedie. Edith bit her lip. His glasses were broken, one of his eyes was swollen shut and decorated with a black ring, and his nose was bleeding profusely.

Corinne began to cry. "See, Teedie, what did we tell you about him?"

Elliott grimaced. "Let's get you home."

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Teedie sunk back slowly into his chair. His mother, Mittie, was gently tending to his bruises he had received. His father, Theodore, however, was pacing the floor sternly.

Elliott and Corinne were standing in the doorway. "Father, Teedie wasn't fighting," spoke up Elliott timidly. "He was bullying me, and Teedie stood up for me, and then the boy punched him—"

"That will be enough, Elliott," said Theodore sharply. He looked at his older son, still bleeding, his left eye almost completely swollen shut. "Be that as it may..."

"Father, I don't think you should punish him," said a girl sitting in a chair nearby. She seemed to be in pain, but was sitting as straight up as she could. Although she was thirteen, her heavy set eyes gave her a sad expression and made her seem older.

She continued. "He really didn't do anything wrong... and really, if you think about it, isn't getting punched in the face punishment enough?"

Theodore Roosevelt Sr. sighed. "You're right, Bamie... I guess." He turned at his namesake son. "Still, if this boy punched you, Teedie, you must have said something to provoke him. I want you to go up to your room and think about what you said to him."

Knowing better than to argue, Teedie nodded and said with great difficulty, "Yes, Father." Holding a cloth to his nose, he stood up and walked to the door.

"We'll have to buy you a new pair of glasses, too," said Theodore. Teedie turned and looked back in the room. His mother and his sister Anna (usually called Bamie) gave him encouraging smiles. Elliott and Corinne continued to stand fearfully next to Teedie. Teedie gulped and went upstairs to his room.

"I can't do anything right," he muttered to himself. "What, they think I like getting punched? They think I like being sick?" He sighed. "Nothing ever goes my way..."

He set his glasses down and jumped in surprise. One of the broken lenses had a pink light streaming from it, and the other had a green light...

And suddenly, two fairies appeared! The green haired one said, "I'm Cosmo!"

"And I'm Wanda!" said the pink haired one.

"And we're... your fairy godparents!" they finished together, a large sign saying "FAIRY GODPARENTS" appearing behind them.

"Whoa... I must be hallucinating!" cried Teedie. "I told Mother that milk she gave us for lunch went bad weeks ago, but did she believe me?"

Wanda flew over to Teedie. "Well, bad milk or not, Theodore, we're real! And we're here to grant your every wish, so long as it isn't against Da Rules!"

Teedie scratched his head. "First of all, call me Teedie, everyone does... you said your name was Wanda, right?"

Wanda nodded. "And my husband is Cosmo."

"Wheeeee!" cried Cosmo, who was flying around in little circles.

"And, grant my every wish? Like, 'I wish my glasses were fixed'?"

Cosmo and Wanda raised their wands, there was a poof, and Teedie's glasses were instantly repaired,

"Wow, bully!" cried Teedie. "Wait a minute, what am I going to tell my parents when they ask how they got repaired so fast?"

Wanda sighed. "That's why you need to think before you wish, Teedie. But for this case, I'd say just you got them off a traveling salesperson."

"You mean, I can't tell them about you?"

"No, because that would be breaking the biggest rule of all!" cried Cosmo, waving his wand. 'DA RULES' book fell right on top of him.

Wanda opened it to the first page. "It's rule number one—no one can ever know that you have fairy godparents, otherwise we'll have to leave forever!"

"That wouldn't be good," admitted Teedie. He put his glasses on and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Right now, though, I just feel like sleeping."

Cosmo waved his wand and in a poof, Teedie was in his pajamas, his glasses on the dresser.

"What time is it, anyway?" muttered Wanda. "I know we got lost in Fairy World, then went out to eat, then visited my old friend Jill, but is it really nighttime?" She looked outside and saw the moon rising in the distance. "I guess it is," she admitted, shrugging. She poofed up a small fishbowl and turned herself and Cosmo into fish.

"I wonder what crazy things our newest godchild will wish for!" said Cosmo happily.

"Time will tell..." said Wanda.