Part 2
"Okay, Sparky," Timmy said to him the moment he and Cosmo went back into his bedroom. "Ready to start your training?" Sparky looked at the boy, confused.
"Training?" He asked. "Training for what?"
"For the dog show in six weeks. Cosmo signed you up for it."
"Is that the dog show with that video game console for first place, the one that your parents forbid you from entering?" Timmy nodded.
"Yup! That's the one!" Sparky gasped.
"Oooh! You're going to be in trouble!"
"Which is why you aren't going to tell my parents or Wanda or Poof, right?"
"Oh, right. But if I told, you would be in trouble."
"Right." He looked at Cosmo. "Cosmo, you've seen all of those dog agility equipment on TV, right? I wish they were right here in my room."
"You got it, Timmy!" Cosmo said, taking out his wand. Poof! All the equipment you would see in a dog agility show, appeared in the room. "But Timmy, what if Wanda or Poof comes out, and finds all of these?"
"Hmmm, you're right." Timmy said. "I haven't thought of that. You go in the fishbowl, and make sure they stay until we're done, understand? I'll stay here with Sparky." Cosmo smiled.
"Okay!" And with that, he poofed into the castle in the fishbowl. Timmy looked all around.
"Okay Sparky, let's see what I want you to do first. He spied the seesaw, and pointed to it.
"Sparky, go to that seesaw." Sparky looked at where Timmy was pointing at. He beamed.
"Hey! That looks like one of the play things on your school playground, Timmy."
"Yeah; it's also what dogs go on at dog shows. Now go to it."
"Righto, Timmy!" Sparky said, and went over to it. He sat down on it.
"No, no, Sparky! You're not supposed to sit on it, you're supposed to walk across it." The fairy dog looked at him.
"Walk across it? But Timmy; that's not what the kids do on the playground."
"That's because they're not dogs. Dogs walk across them at dog shows." Sparky sighed.
"Okay, Timmy." He got of the seesaw and began to walk across it. He screamed as he was being lifted in the air. He panicked, shaking. He wrapped his legs around it, not wanting to move.
"Sparky! Go over it!" Sparky looked at him.
"Sorry Timmy. I know the seesaw is suppose to lift you up in the air, but…I'm so high up!"
"Sparky, it's okay. Come down, and everything will be alright."
"Really?"
"Yes, now come on down."
"Okay!" He gulped. "Here I come." He stood on all fours on the seesaw again, and went down it. Sparky cheered like an excited little kid. "I did it; I did it!" Timmy cheered as well.
"See? That wasn't so bad."
"I know! Whoo, what a rush! Can I go again?"
"You sure can! We'll go though each obstacle a few times, then move to the next. By next week, we'll do the entire course."
"WHOO-HOO! Yeah; let's do this thing!" And with that, Sparky went to the seesaw, and did it again and again as Timmy watched.
"You're doing very good, Poof." Wanda told her son. Poof then saw his father enter. He flew over to him, excited.
"Dad, Dad!" He said. He grabbed his hand and dragged him to the piece of wood. Cosmo smiled.
"Whoa!" He observed. "Someone's excited." Poof let go and went to a piece of wood.
"Look at what I can do." He focused on the piece of wood, and karate-chopped it. Cosmo was impressed.
"Wow, Poof; that is good! How'd you break it? Can I do it?"
"Uh, Dad, I don't think…" Cosmo grabbed a board, and tried to break it in two. He hit his hand and seering pain came to him.
"Ow! That hurts! They let children do this?"
"Dad, are you okay?" Cosmo looked at his son, still hurt. He faked a smile.
"I'm A-Okay, kiddo!"
"Okay," Wanda said. "That's enough practice for today." She looked at her son. "Poof, let's go and see what Timmy's up to." Poof agreed. Wanda poofed the supplies away. They were about to go out of the room when Cosmo stopped them.
"Wait!" They both looked at him. Cosmo hesitated. How is he going to stall them? He had no idea.
"Come on, Dad!" Poof complained. "I want to see what Timmy's up to."
"Me too." Wanda agreed.
"You can't." Cosmo told them. They were puzzled.
"Why not?"
"Yeah; Dad!" Poof added. "What are you hiding from us?"
"I'm hiding nothing!" He lied. "I just…" He poofed up a piece of board. "I just want to try to break this board again is all." He tried with the same result as before. He looked at his son and wife, laughing nervously. "Wait; I'll do it!" He tried again and again, telling them 'I'll do it.' each time. Wanda put her hands on her hips.
An hour went by, and Cosmo still couldn't break the board.
"Well, I'm going." Wanda spoke. She flew over to her husband. "Don't fret, honey. Some people can do what other people can, and some people can't. At least you tried." Wanda flew out of the room. Poof did too.
"Wait!" Cosmo called after them. He left the table wit the wood board, after them. "Wait; you can't go out there; not yet!"
"Okay, Sparky." Timmy told the fairy dog. "That's enough for today. We'll resume tomorrow."
"TIMMY; TIMMY!" Cosmo poofed next to him. "Quick, Wanda and Poof are coming."
"Well, that's good. We're done for today. I wish all of these were gone!" Cosmo poofed all of the dog obstacles away with his wand. Just then, Wanda and Poof poofed in. Poof had a cup of orange juice in his hand, and drank it.
"What did you do, sport?" Wanda asked.
"Nothing." Timmy lied. Wanda put her hands on her hips.
"That's hard to believe." She said.
"Oh, we just…" Sparky stated. He looked at Timmy who was shaking his head. He looked back at Wanda and Poof. "Yeah; we did nothing!"
"Okay; whatever!" Wanda said.
A few days later, Timmy was training Sparky as Cosmo watched. But they were also both being watched by Poof. Poof flew by his father and Timmy.
"Hey, Dad." Poof greeted.
"Hey, Poof." Cosmo said back.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Oh, Timmy is training Sparky for the dog show his parents forbid him from entering. So don't tell anyone, okay?"
"Oh, I'll tell all right!"
"Okay, good boy Poof."" He then turned around, shocked. "Poof? You shouldn't be here."
"And you shouldn't be doing this. You all are going to be so busted!"
"Please don't tell, Poof!" Timmy pleaded to him, noticing him.
"Timmy?" Sparky asked in the tube. "Cosmo? Where are you two? Please, I'm scared! I see the light on two sides of me!" He started to cry. "Please, help me! I don't know what this means!"
"Yeah!" Cosmo added, ignoring Sparky. "Don't tell! Timmy promised me that if I help him win, he'll persuade the network that cancelled 'Where's are my Underwear?' to uncancal it."
"And you believe him?" Cosmo was puzzled.
"What are you saying?" He then got mad. "Are you saying that your god brother's a liar? That he'll go back on his word, and is just using me?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying!"
"I can't believe you'd think that of him. He won't do that," He looked at his godson. "Right, Timmy?"
"Uh, right!" Timmy lied.
"I found you two!" Sparky announced, running out of the tube. "I forgot it was you two on the ether side of the tube. I thought it was…" He gasped when he noticed Poof. "Poof?!" He ran back into the tube. "I'm not here!" Timmy sighed.
"Sparky, Poof won't tell." He looked at his god brother, and begged again. "Please, Poof?" Sparky ran back out of the tube, and went to Poof.
"Yeah, please, Poof? I'm having so much fun!"
"If not for us," Cosmo put in. "then do it for 'Where are my Underwear?' son!" Poof looked at all of their pleading faces. He sighed.
"Fine; your secret's safe with me." Timmy, Sparky, and Cosmo cheered. "I want to see how far this goes before you are found out."
"WHOO-HOO!" Cosmo said. "I knew you didn't really hate 'Where are my Underwear?', Poof! I just knew it!" Poof rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah!" He murmured. "I think I'm already starting to regret this."
"Okay, Poof," Wanda said after her son had karate-chopped a board a few days later. "That's enough pratice for one day, let's see what your father, god brother, and Sparky are up too." Poof was tired. He has been doing this for a while now, he wanted to call it quits and rest his arm. He saw Wanda go off. "Poof all of this stuff away, and let's get out of here." Poof's eyes widened. What if Timmy was still training with Sparky? Wanda'll be mad when she sees that Timmy had defied his parents' wishes. Poof flew as fast as he could to stop her.
"WAIT!" He yelled. Wanda looked at her son, confused.
"Poof? What it is, honey?" Poof went to the chopping brick again and put a new wood block between it.
"Look at this, Mom!" He raised his arm, and focused really hard.
"Poof, don't overdo it."
"I'm not, Mom." He then chopped it. Unfortunately, because he wasn't really into it, sheer pain coursed through him.
"OW!" He yelled. Wanda quickly flew over to him, exzaming his arm.
"Poof; Poof?! Are you alright? Oh, you poor thing. This is why you can't overdo it." Poof poofed the pain away. "Come on, let's go." She poofed the stuff away. She headed off again.
"No, no!" Poof cried, stopping his mom again. "I'm good, see? The pain's gone. I want to keep training."
"Poof, you did enough. You need to rest."
"But…but…"
"I know practice makes perfect honey, but you have to have fun too."
"I am having fun." Wanda didn't believe him, and left. Poof flew after her.
"No, Mom, wait!"
It was too late. Wanda has flown out of the fishbowl. She was looking at Sparky trying to jump a hurdle, gaping. Poof poofed beside her.
"Uh-oh." Poof said to himself. "Busted!"
"Sparky!" Timmy scolded the fairy dog. "For the last time, you have to jump over the hurdle."
"But I can't, Timmy!" Sparky told him. "The hurdle's too high; I'm going to hurt myself!"
"Come on, Sparky! This is like the previous hurdles you jumped before, only bigger." Sparky shook his head, and sat on his haunches.
"I'm not going to do it." Timmy let out a loud groan.
"What is going on here?!" Wanda demanded to know. Timmy looked at her, panicked.
"Wanda!" Cosmo flew by them. He looked at his son.
"I thought you were going to not let you Mom see this." He said to him.
"Sorry, Dad. Sorry, Timmy." Poof apologized. "I tried my best."
"Hi, Wanda!" Sparky greeted, tail wagging, forgetting that she wasn't supposed to be there.
"Uh," Timmy said. "This is not what it looks like." Wanda folded her arms across her chest, upset.
"It looks like you're training Sparky for the dog show that your parents forbid you of entering." Timmy sighed.
"Okay, it looks exactly like what it looks like. You won't tell my parents, right?"
"Right." Wanda agreed. Timmy sighed with relief. "You are."
"I will, after I win the money and get the VX-Box."
"Timmy!"
"But, I want the VX-Box!" Wanda arched her eyebrow.
"Timmy!" Timmy sighed in defeat.
"Fine; I'll tell my parents." Wanda smiled. "I wish all of this stuff away." Wanda raised her wand, and poofed the obstacle course away. Sparky beamed.
"So, is training over with?" He questioned out loud. "I don't have to jump this hurdle?"
"Yeah." Timmy told him. "Training's done for the day, or maybe forever."
"YES!" Sparky cheered. He looked at Timmy, who was giving him a glare. "I mean, aw, but I want to keep on training." Timmy sighed again, and left his room. His fairies poofed out as well, wanting to be there when he told them. Sparky followed as well.
Timmy saw his parents watching TV.
"Maybe I'll come back later when they're not busy." Timmy suggested.
"Oh, no!" Wanda told him. He, her husband, and Poof were plants on the wind sill. "You're going to tell them now."
"Aw, but they're busy watching TV. I don't want to interrupt." Wanda arched an eyebrow.
"Timmy!" Timmy sighed.
"Fine! I'll tell them now." He took a gulp, and went into the room.
"Uh, Mom, Dad?" He started. "There's something I need to tell you."
"Not now, Timmy." His dad told him. "Your mother and I are watching something. Wait until a commercial break." Timmy was about to go when Wanda gave him a glare, forcing him to stay.
He had to wait five minutes until a commercial break flashed on the television set. During that time, Timmy thought of what he was going to say. Timmy's mom picked up the remote and aimed at the TV. Timmy's dad looked at him.
"Okay, Timmy." His mom began, turning down the volume. She put down the remote, and looked at him. "What do you need to say?"
"But, make it quick." His dad added. "Commercial breaks don't last forever. If you make it less then three minutes, you're good."
Timmy took a deep breath. He wasn't sure he was ready to tell them, but he guessed now was a good time as any.
"You remember the dog contest with the first prize being the VX-Box that you didn't want me to enter?"
"Yeah." His parents said at the same time.
"I sort of…" He murmured the next thing so softly that his parents didn't hear. "I entered the contest."
"What?" His parents asked.
"I entered the contest." Again, his parents couldn't hear.
"What?" Timmy looked at them, and said it more clearly this time when Wanda slapped him on the back.
"I entered the contest." Both of his parents gasped.
"What?!" Mrs. Turner put her hands on her hips.
"Timmy," she scolded. "how could you!?"
"I know what I did was wrong, and I'm sorry. Are you going to ground me?"
"You bet your booty that we are!" Timmy's dad said. "You are so grounded, mister!"
"Now, wait, wait." Mrs. Turner stated. Timmy's dad looked at her. "I did say that he needed to earn it, and he did enter it because he's trying to get it on his own." Timmy's dad was confused.
"What are you saying, honey?" He wanted to know.
"So I can do it?" Timmy asked hopefully. "and you're not mad at me? I'm not grounded?"
"No, we're still mad at you." Timmy's mom said. "and you're still grounded." Timmy sighed; he knew there was no way around this. "But perhaps, we can strike a deal." Timmy looked at her.
"Yeah?"
"You can stay entered if when you win it, you can't play it for a week." Timmy beamed.
"I can do that!"
"When is the show?"
"In three weeks." Timmy's mom sighed.
"Okay, your punishment may be put on hold for now, but after the show, you are grounded." Timmy beamed again.
"Really? Thanks!"
"How did you enter in the first place?" Timmy grinned at her sheepishly.
"You won't like it, Mom." Mrs. Turner arched an eyebrow.
"Timmy!"
"It's starting again, honey." Mr. Turner said about the TV show that came back on.
"Just a minute, dear." Mrs. Turner said, looking back at his son. "Well?" Timmy sighed. He too a beep breath.
"And no murmuring."
"I stole from your purse."
"What?"
"I didn't murmur this time, Mom. I said I…"
"I heard what you said and we're both disappointed in you. Your father and I will discuss your punishment even more after our show. We'll tell you our final decision later. Go to your room." Timmy sighed. He didn't argue. He just went back up the stairs to his room as the volume on the TV went up.
"Timmy?" His mother said to him when she came into his room that night. Timmy was tossing a basketball against his ceiling. He caught the ball and looked at his mom.
"Yeah, Mom?" He asked.
"Your father and I have talked over your punishment."
"Oh, yeah? What is it?"
"Well, as I said before, you can still do the dog show, and you are still grounded as soon as the show's over. And since you stole money from my purse, you get more days in your grounding."
"I understand, Mom. Thanks for keeping Sparky and me in the show. Sorry again about your purse."
"Well, you have to earn the exact same amount you stole, understand?"
"Understood."
"Good, oh, and remember Vicky will be here when you get home from school tomorrow."
"Okay, Mom."
"Goodnight!"
"Goodnight!" And with that, Mrs. Turner closed the door. Timmy got out of bed, and went to prepare himself for bed.
Timmy entered the house after school while Vicky was preparing the obsicle course for Doidle, who was there. She looked up at Timmy.
"You're late, twerp."
"I know. I'm sorry. One of the tires on the school bus popped, and we had to get a new one."
"I don't care, You're still late. You know what to do. The list's on the kitchen table." Timmy sighed.
"Yes. Just let me put my backpack away, then I'll get started." He noticed Doidle. "Oh, I see that Doidle's here again."
"Sure is! The show's less then three weeks away, so we need to practice every opportunity we get. That's the only way we can be the best. Isn't that right, Doidle?" Doidle barked. Vicky petted him. Timmy went upstairs.
Timmy was scrubbing the kitchen floor when he grew thirsty. He got up to pour himself a cup of apple juice.
"Good job, Doidle!" He heard Vicky congratulate her dog. Doidle barked. Timmy decided to watch them train as he drank. He went over with his cup to watch and couldn't believe it. Doidle was good! He listened to his owner's commands and did them without fail.
"Wow!" Timmy said out loud. "Doidle is doing really well!" Vicky looked at Timmy, and glared at him.
"What are you doing? You're suppose to work; now, work!"
"But I got thirsty." Vicky pretended to show pity.
"Aw, you got thirsty! Well, guess what? I don't care. You get back to work, NOW!" Timmy sighed.
"Yes, Vicky." He finished his drink, and washed it in the sink. He then got an idea. "But, first, I'm going to use the bathroom."
"I don't care, just so you get back to work as soon as you're done."
"Yes, Vicky." He then went up the stairs.
"Oh, Sparky!" Timmy said as soon as he entered his room. He didn't need to use the bathroom. He just told Vicky that so he could have an excuse to go upstairs (although there was a bathroom downstairs too, but Vicky was too busy to realize). Sparky went to him.
"Hello, Timmy!" He greeted. "Is Vicky gone?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Oh, then why are you up here for? Don't you have her chores to do or something?"
"Yeah, but I came here to get you." Sparky was confused.
"Get me for what?"
"Vicky has her dog here. She's training him for the show and he's good. I want you to watch him at work, so you can do better to wow the judges."
"Watch that dog? No thanks."
"But, don't you want to beat him?"
"Of course I do. I just don't want to be near him until the show is all."
"Please, Sparky? I know you hate him, and I don't blame you. I hate him too. But, the only way we can beat them is if we do better. We're just going to see the competition is all." Sparky sighed.
"Well, if it helps us to defeat them. Sure, Timmy. I'll come down and watch the competition." Timmy smiled.
"Attaboy, Sparky! I knew you'd come through."
"Come through what?" Timmy didn't answer. Instead, boy and dog went downstairs. So did Timmy's fairies.
Timmy and Sparky went down as Doidle was weaving through weave poles. Timmy's fairies poofed by them as plants on the wind sill again. Vicky had a stopwatch in her hand; she was timing Doidle.
"Wow!" Sparky observed, watching Doidle go. "Look at how that dog moves; very impressive!"
"Shhh!!" Timmy shushed the fairy dog. "You have to be quiet!"
"Oh, yeah! You're not supposed to be here." He pretended to zip his lips, and throw away an imaginary key. "Don't worry, Timmy. You won't hear a peep from me." Timmy, Sparky, and the fairies watched Doidle's training.
Doidle went through the whole obstacle course with ease. Timmy and his fairies were impressed. Sparky wanted to comment, but remembered that he was supposed to be quiet. Doidle stopped by Vicky's feet. Vicky stopped the stopwatch.
"Wow!" She observed, reading the time. "48 seconds!" She patted him. "Good dog, Doidle." She gave him a treat. He barked.
"Yeah, good job, Doidle!" Cosmo congratulated him, forgetting to be silent. He realized what he's done."Uh-oh!" Before Vicky and Doidle looked at Timmy and Sparky. Wanda glared at her husband. Timmy smiled guiltily, and waved at his babysitter.
"What are you doing here, twerp?"
"Uh-uh…" Vicky marched up to him. So did Doidle. "You weren't spying on me and Doidle, were you?"
"Uh, no? I just came down for a snack?"
"LIES! You were spying on me and Doidle to see what we are planning for the dog show, aren't you?"
"Uh…uh…."
"You entered the dog show just so you can win that stupid VX-Box, didn't you?"
"Uh, no?" Timmy was then confused. " Wait, how do you now that?" Vicky folded her arms across her chest.
"Please! I know what you 10-year old boys like. I could care less about that dumb game system."
"If you don't care for the prize, then why did you enter?" Vicky bent down to Doidle, and petted him.
"To show of Doidle's skills of course, and to prove that he's the best, duh!" Doidle barked. Timmy rolled his eyes.
"Oh, brother!" Vicky stood up, hands on hips. She scowled at him.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing!"
"Good, now listen here, twerp. My dog will beat all the other dogs, including your loser dog. So I suggest you back out of the show now, so you don't have to suffer disappointment, okay?" Timmy narrowed his eyes at her.
"No, no! Sparky and I won't back out, you know why? Because he and I are going to beat you and your beast of a dog, and those other dogs and owners, and we are going to win first prize!" Doidle growled.
"Oh, yeah? I'd like to see you try"
"We will, and we are going to kick you butt!"
"Want to bet?"
"Yeah; if I win, I don't have to do your chores!"
"And if you lose?"
"Well, I was hoping that I don't." Vicky sighed.
"If you don't win, when I invite my friends over, you will do their chores and homework, as well as mine."
"My parents will never let you invite your friends over."
"They will if no one tells them!" Timmy sighed.
"Fine."
"Oh, and if you win, and it's highly unlikely, you don't have to do my chores for a month. You can't get away from me that easily."
"You're on!"
"Oh, and this just isn't about agility. This show also judges their looks and how well they listen to commands. Now, I don't know if your dog is a purebred, but either way, we'll win all three."
"I don't know if Sparky's a purebred either, but we'll win no matter what! We
don't need to practice obedience, and the other stuff. Sparky can do them all, hands down!" Vicky smirked.
"We'll see!" Timmy stuck out his hand.
"May the best boy win." Vicky shook his hand too.
"You mean teenaged girl!"
"Whatever!" Sparky was going to shake paws with Doidle, but Doidle growled instead. Sparky growled back. Timmy and his fairies left.
"Come on, Sparky. We got a lot of work to do!" Sparky left, and went up the stairs. Vicky looked at her dog.
"Okay, Doidle, we need to beat that twerp's dog no matter what!" Doidle barked with agreement.
"Okay, Sparky," Timmy stated when they were back in his bedroom. "We need to beat Vicky, and her dog no matter what." Sparky saluted.
"Gotcha, Timmy!"
"Now I don't know if you're a purebred, but we're going to train anyway."
"I don't know what a purebred is, but I can tell you two things, I'm not made out of bread, and I like bread."
"Now, the show's less then three weeks away, so we'll going to practice every day until the big day! Now, let's do it!"
"Yeah!" Sparky cheered.
Timmy wished for the obstacle course. The obstacle course poofed up. Sparky ran to it, and began his training.
"In speaking of training," Poof began. "I got to go and prepare for the talent show." With that, he and Wanda poofed into the fishbowl.