Bubbles! Part Two
Hiya, everyone! Internet connection has been down-and I need to work harder at my studies. After a few major updates-this may be the last time
you will hear from me for a long, long time.
….or, knowing me, that can mean next week if I crack. Hard to tell.
Ah, well. Sorry for the long wait-I really hope you like! Once I finish this, I need to complete "The Last Eliminator", and then maybe move on to
Love thy godson! If not, I'm going to publish: Timmy and Poof: Hittin' the Road.
(Flushes. Sorry! Didn't mean to babble! Really, really hope you like this one!)
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Timmy groaned, staring at the gently bubbling water, quickly dabbing a hand underneath the clear stream of water that was steadily falling from
the tap.
Very warm.
He swallowed, Poof's violet eyes widening in bewilderment as he watched his older brother openly shudder from where he perched on the sink.
This was it.
But he'd never believed it would come to THIS!
But by hook or by crook, he'd do this!
Water steaming slightly by now, he finally (Maybe he should've had the little fairy poof up an Olympic sized pool) turned off the taps, face wrinkling
as he poured the lavender bath powder into the still gurgling waters.
……yes, he would!
……..
….anytime now…..
…..getting ready……
….almost there…..
He finally forced his legs to move. He sighed-but it came out more as a whimper.
Timmy Turner was going to give his little brother a bath.
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"C'mon, Poof…"
The fairy's normally innocent eyes shot the water a distrusting look, and turned his nose to the air. Timmy sighed.
"Oh, COME on! You LIVE in a goldfish bowl-how bad can this be?"
His nose wrinkled again as he closed the door with a sigh, turning to face Poof once again with a clothespin tucked firmly over the bridge of his
nostrils.
"…other then that sickly-sweet, girly mesh," he griped, staring into the now violet depths of the water.
Suddenly, inspiration struck him.
"OUCH!"
Timmy rubbed his head where the projectile had hit him, scowling.
A spluttering little craft of an airplane lay sparking in the deeply rich purple water, the word, INSPIRATION engraved one all sides.
The ten year old glanced out the window, where a sheepish AJ was waving, one hand clamped tightly around a set of controls.
"Sorry, Timmy! Just…uh….givin' it a test drive!"
Rolling blue orbs, Timmy firmly shut the glass, sighing as he felt the old wood rattle.
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So, where was he?
Ah….that was right….Timmy turned to face Poof, a smile beginning to grace his features.
There was one trump card he had left. Cosmo had gotten it for him for this kind of scenario, from what he'd said had been from The Realm Of
Nonviolent Weapons, And Least Likely To Tear Your Organs Out, Cook Them On A Spit, And then Feast On Them After Calling Friends To A Rather
Classy Dinner Party.
Well….Cosmo had SAID it had been from there….while Poof was glancing in the mirror, Timmy drew the ducky from a nearby towel shelf.
And its eyes flickered a satanic red as Timmy turned around.
"So…..don't want to go into the bath, huh? Weeeelllll…."
And, as Poof curiously blinked at him, Timmy pulled out the item from under his back with a small grin.
Poof's eyes exploded into two twinkling stars, and a giggle escaped him as he fluttered forwards.
A shining, canary yellow duck lay in Timmy's bare hands. The puffball like fairy desperately made a grab for it, but the ten year old held it aloft,
looking rather smug.
"Sorry, little buddy!"
And the boy carelessly tossed it behind him, where the creepily smiling duck (How he
was doing it, I may never well know, seeing as ducks have beaks….bills….or whatnot,
and cannot smile in a physical manipulation of facial gladness) but Timmy's own smile
refused to break.
"If you want it, you'll haveta-"
SPLASH!
The poor boy spluttered, pink hat falling slightly askew as he seized it, and began to arduously wring at it, coughing.
Poof had cannonballed straight in the warm water, little arms wrapped defensively around the plastic bird presumably from the The Realm Of
Nonviolent Weapons And Least Likely To Tear Your Organs Out, Cook Them On A Spit, And then Feast On Them After Calling Friends To A Rather
Classy….well, you get the picture.
Timmy let out a shaking laugh, and looked expectantly at the still rippling water. The little fairy did not resurface.
He bent over the warm water, eyes puzzled.
The water was steadily turning calmer. Due to the violet haze, he couldn't see the bathroom bottom.
"P-Poof…?"
Why should he be worried? Poof didn't even HAVE lu-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
The fact that Poof seemed to want to stay underwater in his fairy form was odd enough.
But, you can probably forgive Timmy for being slightly more startled when a purple tentacle reared from the tiny space, seized a now seriously
alarmed boy by the waist, and pulled him gently into the waters.