Hey look! It's chapter two! Enjoy!
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Chapter Two: Lost my Gopher!
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Every time Wanda started to come to her senses, Timmy whipped out the you-doo-doll and put her back into the monotonous trance. Soon, with Poof disguised as a stuffed bear and half-hidden in his backpack (which Timmy had decided to bring instead of the a suitcase) they were dropped off at the bus stop by Mrs. Turner.
"Is that all you are taking, Timmy?" his mother asked, skeptically looking out of the car window at Timmy's backpack that he had put on the sidewalk.
"Yeah… I'll be fine!" Timmy replied with a sly smile.
"All right… Be careful Timmy. Oh, and here," she tossed him a small spray can. "Bear spray! It will keep you from getting eaten by anything! Works on anything from bears, wolves, and raccoons, to squirrels and rabbits!"
"Gee, thanks Mom," he muttered, scanning the label on the can.
Mrs. Turner blew him a motherly kiss, then reached down and pulled a shotgun out of the passenger seat, brandishing it, "Now, I'm off to find your father." She loaded and cocked the gun with a sharp snap, "He's due to get his rabies shot, because he didn't use the bear-spray I gave him for his fishing trip and he got attacked by raccoon. Bye Timmy! Have fun!" She slammed the gas pedal to the floor and soon she had scorched down the road.
"How is it that I'm the kid, and a nerd no less by school standards, and my parents are the weird ones?" Timmy stared after her.
"Yo, Timster!" a familiar voice called from a group of kids who were starting to board the bus for camp. In the middle of the group Timmy spotted Chester and AJ (AJ using Chester's robotically enhanced-braces as a signal for their friend to locate them easier). Waving back at them, Timmy grabbed his backpack and ran to join them, shoving through the crowd; in his excitement to go to camp, he didn't notice how much lighter his bag had suddenly become.
As Timmy had been reading the bear-spray label and his mom had been reaching for her tranquilizing shotgun, a butterfly had landed on Poof, making his attention break away from concentrating on all the rules Timmy had gone over to make sure his god brother stayed hidden at camp. Like any baby, the fairy was mesmerized by the insect and he giggled, trying to touch it. It fluttered away from his stuffed-bear paw, and Poof hopped out of Timmy's backpack to follow it. He bounced after it, laughing lightly and wagging his rattle.
He chased it from flower to flower, not paying much attention to anything else. After a while the butterfly finally got away and Poof suddenly remembered Timmy. He raced, bouncing back to the bus-stop, but to his dismay, Timmy's backpack wasn't there anymore and neither was Timmy!
He spun around looking for him, then he saw the bus. Timmy must have been on it already, Poof innocently assumed and the purple teddy-bear-formed fairy bounced over to it. He skittered onto the first step right as the door closed behind him.
Not giving the door a second glance, he slinked up the other stepped. He had had Timmy drill the rule of not showing himself to any other humans into Poof's mind, and so tried to slip down the aisle unnoticed; he began checking every row for Timmy.
It took a couple minutes, but he reached the end of the bus and Timmy wasn't there! Racing faster back up the aisle, Poof frantically looked for his god brother, hoping he had just accidentally missed seeing him. Near the front he tripped and tumbled until he bumped into the base of the dashboard. Suddenly a large hand plucked Poof off the floor. It was the bus driver.
The driver turned to his passengers and held up Poof, "Hey, did somebody loose their teddy bear?" At the silence that followed he shrugged and placed poof in the front window, calling back to the people again, "If someone wants to claim it, it will be up here."
Poof had gone rigid to better his disguise as the toy; he knew that if he moved everyone would see that he was alive and Timmy would be sooo mad! Now, being right in front of the driver, there was nothing he could to find Timmy!
Only a minute before Poof had returned to the bus stop, the bus that Timmy was on pulled away from the stop. The vehicle was packed with children that were all hyper with excitement to be getting away for a full three weeks. Timmy, Chester and AJ were sitting in the middle section, not cool enough to be in the back with the 'populars,' but not dull enough to sit in the front with the mega-geeks. Well, AJ was, but he had special exemption from being forced to sit there because he had Timmy and Chester as his friends.
"Check this one out!" Chester said, pulling a comic book out of his raccoon skin bag. "It's a first edition Crimson Chin comic, from like, when my great-grandpa was a kid."
"Wow! That must have cost a fortune! How'd you get it?" AJ said jealously.
"Why do you think I live in a trailer park? My grandpa spent all the money our family had to get it!" Chester smirked.
"And you are bringing it to camp…why?" Timmy asked. Chester stared blankly at him, so Timmy changed the subject, "I wish I had a lunch. I'm starving!" He paused with obvious realization, "Oh, wait, I think I do have one!" He reached into his backpack expectantly, but his fingers only touched empty air until they brushed the bottom. "What the?" he exclaimed in my surprise. He flipped the bag over, but the only thing that came out was a puff of dust. His voice was a high squeak, "Poof?!"
"Dude, what's wrong?" AJ asked.
"My go—" Timmy slapped a hand over his mouth as quickly stuttered a correction. "My go… gopher! My stuffed gopher is gone!"
"Want to share mine?" Chester offered, holding up a reeking dead gopher by the tail.
"Agh—No!" Timmy recoiled. Realization crept onto his features as he remembered he hadn't packed anything. "I'm going to die on this trip!" he wailed.
"Calm down, it's just a gopher," Chester rolled his eyes. "I'll help you catch some at camp."
Timmy stared blankly in shock out the window. He had lost Poof…AGAIN. Wanda was going to kill him!
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I've noticed while watching the show, Thanks for reading!
that Timmy is kind of an idiot, EVEN
for a ten-year-old, so I hope this isn't
way out of character when I made him
that careless.
Please R&R!
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