DISCLAIMER: WARNING! This story is very AU and OOC. No elderly patrons were harmed during the writing of this fic. Any and all resemblance to an elderly person you know is purely coincidental.

Summary: All the characters of Winx crammed into an Elderly Care facility. What hilarity awaits us?

The Geriatric Winx Club!

1. The Nudity Chapter

It was the Evening shift change at Restful Valley Elder Care Villiage, a small retirement/assisted living facility nestled into downtown Magix. Two nurses walked the halls, discussing the latest gossip.

"I tell you, Mirta, it's the latest thing!" Stella gushed excitedly. She was dressed in pink scrubs and had her long blond hair back in a braid. "You should totally go see this musical with me!"

Mirta, clad in all blue, smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Stel, but I'm busy during the day, and when I get home, I'm beat. There's no way I can find time to go do something like that right now!"

"Why you insist on working here every day, including weekends, is beyond me!" Stella exclaimed. "Some of the residents here are downright weird!"

"Stella!" The red-head hissed. "Don't be so mean. They all have their redeeming qualities, if you get to know them."

"Whatever. I think they're strange." She said as a woman who had long dark green hair and wore green scrubs trotted to them.

"Lucy, what is it?" Mirta asked, looking at her friend.

"That darn old man is wandering again!" Lucy hissed, a teal-colored aura surrounding her.

"Whoa, chill out a minute and take a deep breath." Mirta said. "Which old man?"

"Which one usually does the nocturnal wanderings around here?" The witch said through clenched teeth. Stella groaned.

"Please tell me he has clothes this time!"

"I don't know!" Lucy exclaimed. "I just know I got paged, and his door was open."

As if on cue, an elderly man with graying near-black hair shuffled up to the trio. He wore a white shirt and socks, but nothing else.

"Mr. Avalon!" Stella blanched, turning away. "Oh Dragon, could you at least leave your underwear on!"

"They're too tight." He said in a groggy voice. Lucy sighed, offering a pleading glance to Mirta. The shorter girl sighed.

"Come on, Mr. Avalon, let's go find you some boxers and get you back to bed! It's too late for you to be out of bed!"

"You sure this'll work?" Lucy whispered.

"If it doesn't, we can use a tranquilizer spell on him." The fairy winked.

THE NEXT DAY….

Stormy let out a groan as she approached room 84. Already the shouts from the two women who lived there were filtering through the halls. Darn old bats!

The only word for the chaos in that room was "scene". Griselda was stripped down to her undergarments, swinging her IV unit at Griffin. Griffin had a handful of puzzle pieces, which she threw toward the door.

"You should be ashamed! Disturbing my poor Missy!" Griffin shouted, smoothing the fur on her stuffed Cocker Spaniel. "You've scarred her for life!"

"You ruined my puzzle!" Griselda yelled back, still attempting to impale Griffin on the IV tree.

"Ladies." Stormy said as the two continued shouting. She rolled her eyes and shouted. "LADIES!" The two stopped mid-action and looked at the frizzy-haired nurse. "That's better. Griselda, put the IV down. Griffin, pick up the puzzle pieces."

"Yes, put some clothes on!" Griffin griped at Griselda.

"No! I don't like clothes!" Griselda said, reaching back for the hook on her bra.

"Don't you even!" Stormy ordered, stomping over to the gray-haired woman's bed. "You will keep you bra on and put your other clothes back on!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Don't argue."

"NO!" the old fairy shouted as the young witch restrained her wrists. Griselda then tried to thrash around.

"I need help restraining a patient!" Stormy shouted through the intercom. "Room 84."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Icy's voice replied.

"Sky will be there shortly." Head Nurse Tecna assured her.

"Not soon enough!" Stormy grumbled as Griselda tried to bite her. "You can't go around naked! You need clothes in case visitors come! And don't take it out on me!"

"Oh dear." Sky sighed as he walked in. "Now, Griselda, you need to relax…"

"Don't tell me what to do!" She shrieked as Griffin covered her stuffed dog's ears and eyes.

"That's just wrong." The now-white-haired witch stated.

"Griselda, don't make me spell you!" Stormy warned.

"You can't do that!" the woman shouted.

"Sky, hold her down. On three."

"I'm sorry, Griselda." He winced.

"No!" Griselda moaned.

"One."

"I have rights!"

"In a memory care ward?" Sky asked.

"Two."

"You wouldn't."

"You brought this on yourself, Ma'am. Three!" Stormy released an orb of lavender energy, which enveloped the older woman. Griselda's thrashing ceased, and a happy smile plastered itself on her face. "There. She shouldn't be any more trouble." The witch then turned to Griffin. "Now, Griffy, pick up the puzzle pieces and put them back in their box, please."

"Okay!" Griffin nodded, setting her dog down. "You'll make sure Missy stays inside, right?"

Sky smiled. "Of course we will! Now get to work. I don't know how long that spell will last."

"An hour, at best." Stormy answered his question. "Do a good job, Griffy."

"I will! Just keep my dog in!" the old witch ordered. The two nurses nodded.

"Well, there's never a dull moment around here." Skye said.

"Sometimes I wish there were." Stormy grumbled, pulling a hospital gown out of the dresser. "Now, Griselda, it's time to get you dressed."

"Goody." The fairy said, a trail of drool running down her smiling face.

"Ew." The gray-eyed witch winced.