CHAPTER ONE

LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

"I'm the one," said Timmy Turner dressed up in his Matrix coat and sunglasses. Timmy, then proceeded to jump from roof to roof before facing his nemesis. A man with a humpback.

He grinned and said,

"There's no escaping Mr. Turner." Suddenly two more identical men materialized.

"There's no escaping Mr. Turner," said the one to the right.

"Hey," said the other man to the left "I already said that."

"No," said the other man, "I said it."

"Or we gorgeous or what?", they all said in unison.

"NO," said a voice and suddenly an African American boy with a large cranium appeared floating in a hover chair, "Prepare to meet the wrath of Professor A.J."

"You don't even belong in this story," said the three men in unison.

"Yes, he does," said Timmy, "because it's MY story."

With that, Timmy throw one of sickle shaped weapons at the Crocker like person on the left. A.J. promptly used a brain blast on the one on the right. The remaining "Crocker " jumped out of the way and used his freeze ray on A.J. freezing him. Timmy attempted to throw another sickle at Crocker, but the villian froze Timmy as well. The remaining Crocker smiled triumphately.

"Yes," said villian, "I've won. NO ONE CAN STOP ME NOW."

"Think again, Crocker punk," said a voice from BELOW THE Roof.

"What?," said "Crocker."

"Munch, munch, munch, munch," came a noise and suddenly a boy in a black uniform with oversized braces erupted out of the roof. He promptly bit the Matrix version of Crocker.

"YEOOCCH!," said the villian.

Chester promptly took the "freeze ray" from Crocker and froze him. Then Chester turned to his frozen friends and munched the ice off of them. Suddenly Chester turned blue and said,

"AHHHH, brain freeze."

A.J. and Timmy laughed. Crocker, who's head was still unfrozen, said,

"No fair, why do you get to use characters from other stories but I'm stuck with duplicating myself."

"'Cause like I said, dude," said Timmy, "it's my story.

Cosmo, Wanda, Poof and Isaac were all in a high tech room monitoring everything. Wanda pulled a microphone closer.

"Okay, guys," said the pink haired fairy, "I know you're having a good time, but it's time to get ready for school. You don't want to be late for the last day."

"Okay, Wanda," said Timmy.

Timmy, Chester, and A.J. were riding the bus to school. They were all three in a very good mood. Chester spoke up,

"So, dudes are you ready for the last day of school?"

"Oh, yes," said the other two in unison. Timmy looked at A.J.

"A.J., buddy, Chester and I are definitely going into the sixth grade," said the pink hatted boy, "and we owe it all to you helping us. Thanks A.J."

"You're welcome," said A.J., "both of you, but it wasn't all me. You both had to WANT to do better."

"So," said Chester, "you guys have any plans this summer vacation?"

"Well," said Timmy, "I think we're going to the beach."

"So are we," said A.J., "you know my family had thought about asking your parents and Chester's dad to join us and just go together."

"That'd be good," said Timmy, "it's great to be able to enjoy the summer with your family."

Suddenly Timmy got very sad and looked down.

"What's wrong, buddy?," asked A.J.

"Well, I know at least one family who won't enjoy the time with their kid. And it's kind of my fault."

"Timmy," said A.J., bringing his voice down to a whisper, "I know you feel bad about Remy, but it's NOT your fault at all. Remy made the decision to throw in his lot with Anti-Cosmo."

"Yeah," said Timmy quietly, "but he did finally do the right thing and helped us, and now he's disappeared."

"Dude," said Chester, "look, I'm glad that Remy did the right thing, but he brought a lot of this on himself. None of this would have happened if he didn't try to kill you."

"I guess," said Timmy, "it's just..."

"It's just what?", said A.J.

"I think everyone should be given a second chance," said the buck toothed boy, "I mean I've done things to hurt people and I'm given second chances all of the time."

"You haven't tried to kill someone," said A.J., "nor did you trick someone and their fairies into going to a military school so you could destroy them."

Timmy nodded and said,

"I know. I just hope they find him."

Remy heard some sobbing. It was Winston. Normally, Remy was not a sympathethic person, but events as of late had caused him to reflect on many things. He oddly felt the need to comfort Winston, like a big brother.

"Winston," said Remy, "it's going to be okay; someone will find us."

"Who?," said Winston, "I have no idea how long I've been in here."

Remy's stomach rumbled a bit.

"Speaking of which, " said Remy, "Is there any food down here?"

"Our guard," said Winston, "gives us the food."

"Guard?", said Remy, "there's another person here?"

"Not now," said Winston, "she comes off and on."

"So it's a female guard, " said Remy, "what's she like?"

Remy couldn't see, but he got the distinct impression that Winston was shaking with fear.

"She's mean," said Winston, whose voice was shaking, "and tough."

"Has she hurt you, Winston?," asked the rich blond kid.

"Yee...es," said Winston crying again.

"Winston, it's going to be okay. Besides, there may be some hope. There're two of us and only one of her; perhaps we can overpower her."

"I don't know,Remy," said Winston, "Marianne's pretty tough and mean for a little girl. She claims that she caused World War I."

In the Dimmsdale Elementary school auditorium, Principal Geralding Waxelplax took the stage. She approached the microphone and spoke,

"Okay, students, we're here to recognize the two most improved students in Dimmsdale Elementary. Two fifth graders who will soon be sixth graders; They are Chester McBadbat and Timmy Turner. Both boys got up and there was the sound of applause. Waxelplax handed Chester and Timmy their respective medals. There were more applause.

"You know," said the principal, "we're very proud of both of you, and I'm sure you're parents are as well. Speaking of which why don't we get your parents up here. Mr. McBadbat and Mr. and Mrs. Turner come up and share this moment with your sons."

A man with a paper bag over his head came up. This time there was cheering. A welcome change for Bucky McBadbat. He came up to Chester and hugged him. A tear came to Bucky's eye.

"Son," said Bucky, "I'm very proud of you."

"Thanks, pop," said Chester.

Waxelplax noticed that Timmy was still alone on the stage.

"Timmy," whispered the principal, "where are your parents. Didn't you tell them?"

"Yes ma'am," said Timmy sadly.

"Well, what happened," asked Waxelplax.

"They couldn't make it," said Timmy, "they had other things to do."