Well, here's the main beginning of the story. There's a Planet Sheen joke in here, which comes more from my failure to have seen it them a judgement of its quality. Just a heads up.

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Chapter One: Our Story Begins

Tuesday, December the Fourteenth.

Timmy Turner was not amused.

He and his dad were in the basement of the Turner residence, the older of the two cleaving open a trapdoor in the floor. They were about to go waltzing into the crawl space under the house in an epic search for Mr. Turner's old magazines. Since Principal Waxelplax had recently ruled that the Turners needed to bond with their only son, Timmy had been taken along for the ride.

"OK, Timmy!" grinned Mr. Turner, as he opened the trapdoor, "I'll look for my magazines up here while you look down there!"

"Isn't this kinda dangerous?" quizzed Timmy.

"Of course not!" replied Mr. Turner, "I do this every year!"

That, thought Timmy, explained why his father often spent a week in a cast around this time of year.

Sighing heavily, Timmy climbed into the crawl space, coughing at the dusty air under the house. He crawled a short distance before coughing again.

"Are you alright, Timmy?"

Three mice, coloured green, pink and purple, scurried up to him. They were, of course, Timmy's fairy god-family, Cosmo, Wanda and Poof.

"This bites!" snapped Timmy, "There's hardly any room to breathe down here! Why does dad even keep his stuff down here anyway?"

"This is the same man who keeps eggnog in a safe," reminded Wanda.

"Point taken," nodded Timmy.

"Don't worry, Timmy!" grinned Cosmo, "You never know what you'll find down here! Cockroaches, spiders, scorpions; it's a practical zoo!"

"Besides," added Wanda, glaring at her husband, "School's out! Once you're done here, you'll be free to do whatever you want with your friends!"

"No I won't," moaned Timmy, "I've still gotta buy Christmas presents for Jimmy, Danny and Spongebob."

"Yeah, and you're flat-broke!" reminded Cosmo.

"Thanks for reminding me," deadpanned Timmy, "Besides, after Saturday, they're all gone! Danny's going to his aunt's for Christmas, Jimmy's gonna be in Milwaukee, and Spongebob's parents are dragging him off to the English Channel!"

"Well, Captain Exposition, you still have your other friends," reminded Wanda.

"Chester and AJ?" snapped Timmy, "They've been avoiding me all month!"

"What about Elmer and Sanjay?" asked Cosmo.

"…no," replied Timmy.

He muttered angrily to himself as he crawled along.

Presently, he came upon a small box in a corner. Picking it up, Timmy blew a light layer of dust off of the lid and read the inscription.

"To the descendants of Pappington Turner, last resident of Cape Columbus," he read.

He shrugged, and opened the box. Inside were three small, glimmering gems of red, green and blue. Timmy tilted his head, confused.

"What are these?" he asked himself.

"Timmy! I found my mags!"

Shaking his head, Timmy crawled out from under the house, taking the box with him.

Mr. Turner was holding a large box full of magazines. He gave his son a grin.

"Can't wait to get into these!" he grinned, "Ooh, there's gonna be some nice chicks!"

A magazine fell from the box, and Timmy looked at the cover.

"Poultry '85," he sighed, "I should've seen that coming."

"Well, thanks for the help, son!" thanked Mr. Turner, heading for the stairs, "I'm gonna go get into these…"

"Hey, dad?"

Mr. Turner stopped walking up the stairs and looked at his son.

"Do you know what these are?" asked Timmy.

He showed his father the box of gems.

"Well, never seen them before," shrugged Mr. Turner, "They look nice…"

He reached for the box of gems, and proceeded to drop the box of magazines down the stairs. They crashed into the side of a step-ladder, which fell onto a closet. The closet toppled over, and there was the loud sound of glass and china shattering.

Mr. Turner winced.

"…and that's why we can't have nice things," he said, quickly handing the gems back to Timmy.

Jimmy Neutron leant over the Strato-XL in his backyard, tinkering with the engine. Behind him, Spongebob and Danny were sitting in the snow, waiting unexcitedly for Jimmy to finish.

"Remember that time Sheen stole your rocket?" asked Danny.

"We don't talk about that, Danny," snapped Jimmy.

"Oh yeah," sighed Danny.

There was a sudden 'poof!' and Timmy, Cosmo, Wanda and Poof appeared in the yard.

"Hi, guys!" he grinned, "I brought stuff!"

Danny gave a thankful look to the sky.

"Can it wait?" asked Jimmy, "I need to finish these adjustments. It'll only be an hour or so."

Danny buried his head in his hands.

"Nope!" replied Timmy.

Jimmy shook his head, but climbed down from the rocket.

"What is it?" he demanded.

"I found you some Christmas presents!" grinned Timmy.

He pulled the box from his backpack and handed out the gems.

"Gems?" mused Danny, juggling the red one in his hands, "Where'd you find 'em?"

"They were in my basement," shrugged Timmy.

"Nice!" grinned Jimmy, looking at the blue one, "I might be able to use this as a conductor to supercharge the flux capacitors on the time booth!"

"Thanks, Timmy!" thanked Spongebob, "That's actually really nice!"

"…are you suggesting I'm not usually nice?" accused Timmy.

Spongebob didn't reply.

"He does have a point, Timmy," mused Wanda.

"Yeah, whatever," shrugged Timmy, "I'm done. Are we still on for my place on Friday?"

"You bet!" grinned Spongebob.

"Least we can do is say goodbye before we all leave," nodded Danny.

"Great!" cheered Timmy, "I'll see you then!"

He poofed away.

"Well, back to my work," shrugged Jimmy.

Danny groaned.

Wednesday, December the Fifteenth was mostly uneventful. An odd fellow in Australia had a birthday and Patrick fell down a well, but apart from that, nothing of not happened.

On Thursday, however…well, that's where things got really interesting…