Here is chapter three. I hope you all like it.
Yours Truly,
Tanya Adams 64
A Fairly Odd Adventure
Chapter 003
Fairy World
Poof sat on the edge of the bed, with his hands under this chin. Once news broke out that Foop escaped from Abracatraz, Jorgen ordered him to be placed under non-stop surveillance. He protested, but Wanda decided it was the best option. Cosmo, who is naïve of the whole ordeal, went along with his wife.
He looked outside to see a bunch of fairies marching left and right in the air. A couple of them bumped into each other and fell on the ground. Poof got up and clenched his fists. He is not going to be a prisoner of his own home!
"I know a place where neither Foop nor any of these guys can find me!" He exclaimed as he lifted his wand. With a magical ping, he teleport to the one place where he think it is safe.
Dimmsdale, Night Time
A brown haired girl slept peacefully until Poof appeared and crashed into her bookcase. She shot up and rubbed her eyes, then putting on her glasses.
"W-who's there?" She asked and tried to adjust her sight. Once she noticed Poof, she yawned. "Poof, what are you doing here?"
"Sorry to wake you, Tammy. But I really need your help." Poof said, slowly floating towards the 14-year-old girl.
"Tammy?" A woman's voice called out for her. It belonged to her mother, Tootie.
"Quick! Hide!" Tammy whispered to Poof with a fearful voice. Poof looked around and transformed into a book and landed on the floor. Seconds later, Tootie opened the door.
"I heard crashing. Are you alright?" Tootie asked with a tired voice.
"It was the raccoons outside, Mom. They woke me up, too." Tammy lied.
"They're back again?" Tootie sighed, "I will have your father check it out first thing tomorrow. Good night."
Once Tootie closed the door, Poof transformed back to his original form. "Phew, that was close."
Tammy frowned at Poof. "Now can you tell me what is going on?"
Poof remembered he came in unannounced, so Tammy deserves in explanation. "I will give you the short summary: Foop, my Anti-Fairy counterpart, has escaped from prison. Due to his grudge against me, the Fairy Council has placed me under house arrest. But I don't want to stay coop up in my room, so I decided to hang out here."
"I get it." Tammy said, now that she understands. "What about your parents, Poof? Don't you think they might get worried?"
Come to think of it, Poof never even thought of that. "I guess so, but they haven't come to look for me. I think it's safe to say they haven't noticed I am not home yet."
Somehow, Tammy knew she is going to regret this later, but she couldn't turn Poof down. "Okay, you can stay."
"Thank you!" Poof hugged her happily. He knew he can trust her. After all, she was the only human on Earth that didn't chase him around with a butterfly net when they spotted him.
He remembered that when Tammy first saw him, she was only five-years-old. Being a curious little girl, she would talk to him as if he was another person. Both of them got along great and she promised him to never tell anyone that he visits her house. Especially her father, Timmy; something Tammy didn't truly understand. She theorized that the very topic of her father pains Poof, since Timmy doesn't remember his Fairy Godparents.
"I have to ask one thing: have you learned to turn invisible yet?" Tammy asked.
Poof shook his head. Turning invisible is actually harder then he initially thought. Fortunately, he can transform into items, so he is not completely screwed.
Tammy stretched her arms and yawned once. "Can we talk later…I need to get back to sleep."
Before Poof can reply, Tammy fell back instantly to sleep. He smiled and curled on the end of her bed. He just might well sleep, too.
Next Morning
Tammy walked down stairs, holding a backpack with Poof posing as one of her key-chains. Tootie and her younger brother, Tommy, were already at the kitchen table. She looked around and noticed her father wasn't around.
"Where's Dad?" Tammy asked. Before anyone answer, the front door opened and a man in his late-thirties wearing a football helmet and holding a baseball bat walked in. Poof knew it was Timmy.
"Well, I didn't see any raccoons." Timmy said with a goofy smile.
"Is the helmet really necessary?" Tootie asked.
"Hey! They have rabies you know." He replied in defense.
Poof looked at him in awe, not releasing his eyes are tearing up. Without warning, Poof started to whimper, but quickly stop. The Turners looked at each other with confusion. Tammy glanced down at her bag, moving it aside so they won't see Poof.
"Did you hear that?" Tommy asked, taking a bite of his bagel.
Suddenly, the bushes near the window start shaking and a man with glasses and black hair jumped out. It was Timmy's old elementary teacher, Mr. Crocker. Both Poof and Tammy sighed in relief.
"Isn't that your old teacher?" Tootie asked.
"It is…wow; this is the fifth time this week he hid in those bushes." Timmy peered outside. He opened the window and waved at Mr. Crocker. "Mr. Crocker, it's good to see you again!"
Mr. Crocker adjusted his glasses, trying to play it cool. "Likewise, Turner…"
"Why don't you come in and have some coffee with us." Timmy offered.
"Oh, I will have your coffee…" Mr. Crocker started to spaz, "…as long they are served by your - FAIRY GODPARENTS!"
Finally, Mr. Crocker stopped jerking in random directions. He looked left and right before he started to tip-toe away. He stopped for a second and stole one of the garden gnomes on the drive way and sped off.
Timmy grimaced, rubbing his chin. "I swear the man needs a new hobby. Everyone knows that fairies don't exist."
After Poof heard that, he started to feel his heart breaking. Tammy looked down and started to panic. It will be a disaster if her family saw Poof crying. Then an idea popped in her head, something hopefully to cheer Poof up. She quickly leaps towards her father and gave him a big hug.
"W-what was that for?" Timmy asked in surprise.
"Oh, just a hug from 'someone special' that loves you very much." She replied, actually referring to Poof. The fairy gave a weak smile.
"Well, tell that 'special someone' thank you." He winked. However, the happy mood was about to change when the phone rang. Tootie answered it and gave a small frown.
"It's for you, Timmy." She said unenthusiastically, "…it's my sister, Vicki."
Tommy and Tammy cringed after Vicki's name was mentioned. Poof finally remembered one more important detail about Timmy's job: the robotics company he works for is owned by none other than the evil baby-sitter herself.
Timmy took the phone and answered, "Timothy speaking."
Each time he nodded his head, his smile began to fade. Once the conversation was over, he gave a deep sigh.
"Sorry, they need me at the office right now." He said.
Tommy stood up, shocked and angry. "But you promise you will take me fishing after school?"
"I know, son. I promise to make it up to you some other day." Timmy said.
Afterwards, once Timmy said his good-byes and left, the two girls glanced at a disappointed Tommy. The black haired boy quickly got up, flinging his backpack over his shoulder, and head towards the door.
"Tommy, are you alright?" Tootie asked.
"I'm fine!" Tommy snapped and slammed the door, causing some plates to fall over and the girls to jump. Poof flinched as well.
There was a short awkward silence, until Tootie gave a nervous chuckle. "Well, you should head out too."
Tammy agreed and left the house afterwards. Once no other human was in sight, Poof spoke up, curious what just happened.
"Why is your brother so upset?" Poof asked.
"That is because Dad promised him to take him somewhere. But as usual, aunt Vicki calls him in from the office." She stuck out her tongue as she said her aunt's name. Poof can tell Tammy doesn't like her too much.
"Well, no more drama, Poof! You have enough of that already." Tammy went back to her cheerful tone, "I know! Let us see if Mark is at the park, since taking you to school is too risky. You can hang out with him at the meantime."
Poof nodded as he liked the idea. After all, this will take his mind off of what just happen this morning.
End of Chapter 3
A/N: Wow, this one has a more serious tone to it.
