Hey folks! Here's the next story! I'd like to thank my reviewers very much! I'm surprised I got any! I'm super pleased about that, so thanks! Mille merci! Anyway, here's the synopsis for the next chapter:

'Tootie ends up going to a parent-child picnic with her godparents, but what happens when a certain fairy-hunting teacher gets involved?! Will everything turn out okay? (spoiler: obviously yes)"

Eryep. Enjoy.

"Tiiiiiiiiimmmyyyyyy!"

The ten year old boy in question leapt about a foot in the air, certainly not expecting his unwanted crush to appear so suddenly from around a corner.

"Agh! Tootie!" he yelped. Tootie grinned at him, clutching her backpack to her chest and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"Timmy! Let's have a plaaaayyyyydate tomorrow! At my house!"

"Umm, no thanks-"

"Pleeeaaassee?" Tootie's eyes got very big and shiny under her glasses, "I had it all planned out!"

"No Tootie, I um, I can't come because, um, um UM-" Timmy stammered furiously and glanced anxiously at his green wristwatch. It seemed to give him an idea, and he brightened up. "Um because I have to go to the Parent-Child picnic tomorrow! Dad made me promise sorry I can't play with you BYE!"

Timmy tore off down the road, leaving Tootie unceremoniously behind.

Tootie deflated and dropped her backpack, slumping over in defeat.

"Oof!" said her backpack as it hit the ground. "First you suffocate me, then you drop me!"

"Sorry Florence…" Tootie apologized, despondently.

"Aw cheer up Tootie, I'm sure you'll get to play with Timmy some other time!" said a small orange pin on Tootie's backpack, smiling cheerily up at her.

"But this time it was gonna be really cool… I was gonna wish up some neat stuff for us to do together…" she sighed. "Maybe he'd like to play princess more if there was a real dragon…"

"Well why don't we go home and play princess together instead?" said Florence, changing form into a cat and allowing Stella to drop to the ground, where she clinked and went "Ouchy!"

After Stella had become a cat as well, the three of them trooped back to the Tremmorten household in silence. When they got to the door, it was opened by Tootie's mother, Nicky, who smiled in her usual anxious way at Tootie and welcomed her inside.

"Hi mom…" Tootie said.

"Hello, child of mine." replied Nicky, closing the door. "It really is wonderful to be a parent to children like you. My children. Who I parent. Mother, I suppose."

As her mother walked away, Tootie frowned. Parents? Children?

"Mom!" she shouted, suddenly, startling her mother, "Can you and Daddy take me to the Parent-Child picnic tomorrow?!"

"Oh, well honey, of course we-" Nicky began to agree before there was a sharp bang. The basement door flew open and Vicky stepped out, a broadsword still in her hand.

"What's this about parent-child picnics?" she asked, loudly, shining the blade of the sword with a rag.

"Oh, nothing dearest, I was just, er, er going to take Tootie to one because-" stuttered her mother, looking very harassed by now.

"But didn't you promise to take ME shopping out of town tomorrow?" said Vicky, a sickly grin growing on her face.

Tootie was sure no such promise had ever been made.

"I, uhm, I don't think-"

"Oh, but you did!" said Vicky, "And that's what we're gonna do! Sorry squirt, no mommy-baby picnic for you!"

Tootie balled her fists but said nothing. There was no chance of going now. Her mother and father would take Vicky shopping out of town, or else.

Tootie spent the rest of the evening playing princess with Florence, Stella, and Sugar-cube, her pony. He was a very well behaved pony, and rarely ever got skittish when Stella or Florence became large monsters. This time, Stella was a big fire-breathing dragon.

"Onwards Sugar-cube!" cried Tootie, levelling her blue javelin, "We must defeat the dragon that endangers our kingdom!"

Sugar-cube galloped obligingly across the magically lengthened room towards Stella, who made godzilla-esque noises and stomped around on her heavy claws. As Sugar-cube neared Stella, he bucked, causing Tootie to fly off of him, straight at Stella. Tootie held her javelin steady and it hit Stella with a loud THWUNK. Stella roared and staggered around, then fell in a heap. Tootie landed safely and stood, looking disapprovingly at her conquered foe.

"And that's what you get for trying to burn down Tootieville. Why don't we be friends instead and have a tea party?!"

The orange dragon opened an eye, and then sat up sheepishly.

"Florence, I wish we had a tea set and some scones!" Tootie said, taking off her plumed vizor.

The bent blue javelin shape-shifted back into a fairy and stumbled around, disoriented for a moment.

"Stella, you are very hard!" he whimpered, before snapping out of his dizziness and waving his wand. A small table and tea-set appeared in the middle of the room, accompanied by some old looking phones.

"I said scones." said Tootie.

"I know." replied Florence in dismay, correcting his mistake.

Tootie seated herself and poured tea for Stella. She handed the orange dragon the tiny teacup, and the beast accepted it, awkwardly. Its claws weren't suited for holding anything larger than a trashcan. Tootie then wished up some apples for Sugar-cube, who was delighted.

The tea party went on until her father called up to tell her it was time for bed.

Sugar-cube was wished back to his stable, and the whole room returned to its usual appearance. Tootie dressed for bed and Stella and Florence disappeared prudently into their cage.

The princess game had been so much fun that Tootie had forgotten all about her earlier disappointment. But as the room grew dark and her eyes began to close, the memory came up in the way unhappy thoughts usually do when you get time to think about them.

The next day dawned bright. Mother nature seemed to have heard about the picnic as well, because the sun was brilliant and the temperature was just right. Tootie stared out at the magnificent morning with a gloomy expression. Her parents waved at her from the car below, and then drove off, keeping their 'promise' to Vicky. Tootie sighed.

"Chin up kiddo!" said Stella, appearing next to her dreary goddaughter and taking a bite out of a muffin, "It's a beautiful day! Mother nature sure did a number on this one! I bet she's in a good mood. I wonder if she's gonna spice it up, add some clouds? Ooh I like clouds, especially when they get in funny shapes, like cats or school busses or ice-cream cones… mmm, ice-cream! Lets go get ice-cream!"

Tootie allowed her godmother to blabber on aimlessly by the window and got dressed. When she came back to stand next to Stella, she was still talking.

"…and you know Tootie, I bet we could take you to that picnic, 'cause we're your godparents, which is kinda like parents, right?"

Tootie flinched. "What did you say?"

"Huh?" Stella looked vague, her eyes slightly unfocused.

"You said you guys could take me to the picnic!" said Tootie.

"I did? Boy, that's a great idea! Sometimes I don't know how I do it!" said Stella, smiling widely and raising her wand.

"I wish you guys could pretend to be my human godparents and take me to the parent-child picnic!" said Tootie.

Stella and Florence waved their wands. Immediately, they began to grow, shooting up like fast-forwarded videos of growing sprouts. Their legs and arms elongated and their clothing grew with them. Finally, a pair of adults stood blinking in the middle of the room. Stella's crown fell out of the air and landed on the ground with a clunk, rolling on it's side before slowing to a stop. Florence's beret flopped onto his head. Their wings were the next to go, and both adults landed with soft thumps on the ground. Florence's gangly legs immediately folded under him and he fell over, hard.

"Ouch!" he yelped, rubbing his rear-end. "I forgot how uncoordinated I am! I am too tall!"

"You've been human before?" said Tootie, gazing inquisitively up at her godfather, who'd carefully edged himself back into a standing position.

"Once." he said, "It was not at all fun."

"Well I've never done it!" said Stella, taking a big unbalanced step and nearly toppling into Florence. "Wee! I have long legs!"

Tootie was getting a bad feeling about this.

"Well, we should get to the picnic…" she said. Stella made to use her wand, but Tootie waved her hands. "No no no! No magic, you're people now, okay?"

"Okay…" said Stella, "So, if we can't poof to the picnic, and we can't fly to the picnic, how do we get to the picnic?"

"We walk." said Tootie simply.

"Wa-alk?" said Stella, uncertainly.

"I've seen you walk before." said Tootie, crossing her arms.

"But my legs have never been so… long. And shapely!" said Stella, putting one foot in the air and staggering again.

"Well you'll have to practice then." said Tootie. "Let's go."

Stella and Florence walked slowly to Tootie's door and then stopped.

"Uhm…" Florence uttered, looking stymied.

"Uhh…" mumbled Stella, looking similarly stumped.

"What?" said Tootie.

"How do we get out?" they chorused.

"Use the door!" said Tootie, in exasperation.

"Sorry Tootie, we usually poof from room to room." said Florence apologetically. Tootie pointed to the doorknob.

"Use that." she said, "Turn it and then push open the door."

Stella reached out and grabbed the doorknob, awkwardly trying to turn it. She tugged.

"It isn't coming open!"

"Push!" growled Tootie. Stella pushed. The door stayed shut.

"Twist and THEN push!" yelled Tootie, completely fed up. Florence dived forwards and performed the maneuver correctly.

"We're free!" cheered Stella, jumping into the hallway and promptly falling over the banister.

"Stella!" screamed both Tootie and Florence.

"I'm okay…" warbled Stella, from below.

By the time they got to the park, both fairies-turned-human could walk fairly well. They swung their arms a little too hard and bobbed up and down a little too much, but it was as close as Tootie could hope for. Florence looked at the fairground, a troubled expression on his face.

"You know, you could have just wished your parents would take you." he said, uncomfortably. Tootie choked.

"WHAT?!"

"HEY!" interrupted Stella, pointing, "Sack races! Ballon castle! Devilled eggs!"

Tootie decided that, since they were all there already, she would ignore the poorly thought out wish and enjoy herself. The three of them headed off towards the festivities, Stella tripping a little ahead in her eagerness. None of them noticed a thin, hunched man standing next to a tree with an odd machine strapped to his back.

"They're here…" he mumbled, playing with the controls of a small remote device in his hands, "The magic readings are off the charts! They're so close, I can almost taste the- FAIRIES!"

The man contorted into a series of strange poses before snapping back to looking at his device. He scanned the crowd, looking for possible fay.

"I wonder…" he began, but a voice interrupted him.

"Denzel!"

The man cringed.

"Mother!" he shouted, obviously very displeased with this interruption, "Don't bother me now! I'm hunting FAIRIES!"

"But we came to the parent-child picnic to spend time together!" gushed his mother, a very short, old woman with puffy white hair.

"I'm a grown man mother, and I can do what I like! On my own! WITHOUT YOU!" shouted 'Denzel'.

"Why don't you enter the sack race? I'll take pictures and we can put them up on the fridge!" said his mother, obviously ignoring her son's outburst.

Denzel Crocker gave a heavy sigh and stomped off towards the sack race.

Meanwhile, Stella and Florence were attempting to fit in with the other human parents. Florence stood quietly and anxiously next to the snack table, where Stella was happily enjoying the devilled eggs and other picnic foods. A man approached Florence with a cheery smile.

"Hello there!" he said, "I haven't seen you around the neighbourhood, what's your name?"

The man held out his hand, and Florence stared at it blankly. He glanced around surreptitiously, wondering if anyone else was thrusting their hands out in greeting at one another. He spotted a pair of men shaking each other's outstretched hands, and he copied them, grabbing the other man's hand and pumping it up and down energetically.

"Nice to meet you!" said Florence, still shaking, "My name is Florence Godiche! I am Tootie's Fai-errr, fairly new godparent! Oui! From out of town!"

The other man nodded a little nervously and tried to end the handshake. Florence seemed to realize it had been going on for a bit too long and he dropped the other man's hand.

"I see… Where are you from? Your accent, it sounds european."

Florence took a while to reply earnestly that he was from France. The man started to talk about football and Florence found it easier to simply nod and give little 'oh!"s and 'I see!'s every once and a while. He kept an eye on Tootie as much as he could. She was looking for Timmy.

She wended her way through groups of adults, looking for the familiar buckteeth and pink hat. She finally spotted him entering the sack race. He climbed into a burlap bag and stood staring at the finish line with determination. The pop-gun was fired, signalling the beginning of the race. Tootie cheered Timmy on as he hopped laboriously across the grass, attempting to pass the other children. Nearby, his parents hollered at him to "Stick the landing!"

He didn't win, of course, but Tootie received him at the end and tried to plant a big fat one on his cheek.

"Ooh you did so well Timmy! You almost won!" she squealed, trying to kiss him again.

"Gahh! Stop that!" he cried, trying to push her away, "Since when did you get here?!"

"I came here with my fa-er, my totally-regular-not-even-remotely-magical godparents! Yeah!"

"Oh." said Timmy, removing the burlap sack. He looked over Tootie's shoulder and his jaw dropped. "Is that Crocker?!"

Tootie turned to see Timmy's teacher, Mr. Crocker, attempting to get out of a burlap sack of his own. He struggled and kicked but he seemed to be stuck. Timmy laughed.

"Oh man! That's hilarious! I wish I could get a picture of this!" said Timmy. A moment later, he retrieved a pink camera and snapped a few photos. Tootie stared at Mr. Crocker. Something was nagging at the back of her mind.

Mr. Crocker was Timmy's teacher. He was grouchy, sadistic and generally labeled 'crazy' because of his obsession with proving the existence of Fairy Godparents. Tootie may have once laughed along with the others at this ridiculous notion, but now Tootie was part of a big, magical secret. Suddenly, Crocker didn't seem so funny anymore.

"Oh no." she whispered. "Uhh, Um, Timmy, I have to go, uhh, see you later?"

Timmy watched Tootie dash off into the crowd and shrugged. His pink camera disappeared in time for his father to drag him off to the father-son wheelbarrow race. Tootie dived through forests of adult legs until she found Florence and Stella, talking good-naturedly with a man with a paper-bag over his face. They seemed to have gotten 'being human' down by now.

"…so I said, 'She's allergic to nutmeg!' and he said, 'Nut meg problem!' haha! Right? Like 'not my problem?' except it wasn't so funny because she actually needed to go to the doctor for an allergy shot and-"

"Guys!" shouted Tootie, interrupting another one of Stella's shaggy-dog stories and causing both her godparents to jump.

"What?!" they said in unison.

"I need to talk to you, it's urgent!" she said, grabbing their hands and leading them away from their conversation partner.

"Anyway, long story short, she broke up with him!" shouted Stella over her shoulder at the bag-headed man, who stared after them in confusion.

Tootie lead her godparents over to a tree and pulled them into crouching positions.

"Guys, Timmy's teacher mister Crocker is at this picnic!" she whispered urgently.

"…and?" said Florence, clearly not understanding her panic.

"He knows about fairy godparents! That's him right there!" Tootie pointed to Mister Crocker, who was standing a few yards away, fiddling with his machine, "and that must be one of his fairy-trackers!"

Florence understood her now. His face went white.

"Oh dear." he mumbled.

"Aw, maybe he doesn't know about fairies, maybe he's just nuts!" said Stella, shrugging.

At that moment, Mister Crocker glanced up and then headed purposefully towards the three of them. Stella and Florence stood up as he approached.

"Hello!" he said cheerfully, "I'd like to ask you some questions! How do you get to work? A) By car, B) by buss, or C) BY MAGIC?"

Florence and Tootie exchanged meaningful glances.

"Well I usually use m-" began Stella, but Florence clapped a hand over her mouth.

"-The Metro! Yes, we use the metro!" answered Florence, smiling falsely at Mister Crocker. Mister Crocker smiled back in an unsettling manner.

"I'm sure you do. Now, What is your favourite power tool? A) A drill, B) a hammer, or C) A MAGIC WAND?!"

"Um, Hammer! Now we have to go and um, enter the three legged race." said Florence and he steered the still protesting Stella into the crowd. Tootie giggled nervously and then followed them.

"We have to destroy that machine on his back," murmured Florence, "I got a look at it. It has our magical signatures on it. He can't quite prove anything yet but if we dare to use any magic, he'll know."

"Why don't we just go home?" said Tootie.

"It might be suspicious, us leaving so soon." said Florence nervously. "And if he were to follow us or catch us alone…"

Tootie pondered the situation. She looked around at the groups of people, laughing, talking, dancing… Dancing?

An outdoor sound system was set up in one corner of the park and a few couples were slowly waltzing to the music issuing from it. A plan began to form in Tootie's mind.

"Florence, Stella, can you dance?"

"Yes."

"Depends on what you'd call dancing. What kind of dancing?"

"It doesn't matter," said Tootie, "I think I know what to do."

She whispered her plan into Florence's ear and he smiled.

"I think that might work." he said.

The talking adults in little crowds were cut off from their conversations with a sudden blast of static, and then a tapping.

"Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?"

Tootie spoke into a microphone attached to the sound system while Florence sorted through disks of music piled up on a table, searching for something bouncy. The picnic goers turned to look towards the sound system, quieting down in interest.

"Hello there folks!" shouted Tootie, her voice ringing out clearly across the park, "Come one come all and play a great game with us! Prizes for the winner! It's a doozy of a game, guaranteed to amuse!"

People began crowding around excitedly.

"The rules of our game are simple!" said Tootie, taking cues from Stella, who was holding up word cards, "The dancer who makes the universal partner the dizziest wins! Everyone has to dance with the universal partner, a person chosen randomly from the audience, and try to make him really, really, really dizzy! Whoever can make him fall over is our hero, um, champion! Whaddya say folks, you up for it?"

About thirty people, parents and children, stepped into the dancing area and were directed to form a circle. Then Tootie made a show of looking around.

"Do we have a volunteer? Ah, the nice young man with the funny backpack!" she said, pointing to Mister Crocker, who looked astonished.

"What? Me? NO!"

"Doooon't be silly, I'm sure you'll be great!" said Stella, walking into the crowd, taking him by the arms and steering him forcefully into the middle of the circle. A few more people joined in.

"Heeey, as long as I'm not the one getting thrown around!" said Timmy's father cheerfully, taking his place in the circle. Timmy was there too, and so was his mother and several kids from Crocker's class. Tootie grinned and nudged Florence. He gave her a thumbs up and popped a CD into the sound system. A funky pop tune began to play, and a few people began to tap their feet. Stella stepped into the circle and pushed Crocker gently into one of the players.

"Go on!" she said, swaying to the music, "It's time to play!"

The next few minutes were extremely enjoyable for everyone but Crocker. People whooped and cheered, dancing to the music as Crocker was tossed from one person to another, spun in circles, dipped, tossed into the air and then caught. He shrieked the entire time, screaming for the players to stop but everyone ignored him, they were enjoying themselves too much. That and the sound system had been turned to maximum volume.

Crocker went round and round the circle, until finally he ended up in Florence's arms.

"Ready for the big finish?" he said, grinning, as the music swelled to its climax.

"NO!" shrieked Crocker. Florence, like everyone else, ignored him and spun him in circles before tossing him away. Crocker flew, spinning away through the crowd. He spun and spun like a small tornado until he hit a pair of green and pink dogs, and toppled over. Tootie heard a loud SMASH along with a sparking sound and she pumped her fist. The plan had worked. Crocker screamed, clutching the broken remains of his fairy detecter.

"NOOOO!" He tried to stand up but he was so badly dizzy that he fell over again. Tootie was satisfied that they were out of the woods for now. She whispered to Stella and she waved her wand discreetly behind her back. A huge cake appeared in the middle of the dancing area.

"And the winner is…" Tootie spoke into the microphone, "EVERYONE! You ALL win! Enjoy the prize cake!"

In the stampede to get cake, Stella, Florence and Tootie were able to sneak away unnoticed. Just before they cleared the park however, Timmy caught up to them.

"Hey!" he said to Tootie, "that was really funny! You and your… um… godparents really showed Crockpot!"

"Yeah!" said Tootie, smiling hugely. Stella and Florence whistled innocently in the background, looking away.

"I thought this picnic would be a dud, but it turned out to be pretty cool!" he said. A pair of dogs and their puppy trotted up to him. Tootie smiled.

"Are they yours?" she asked.

"Yep!" he said. "Um, I'm gonna go back and find Mom and Dad, make sure they haven't been crushed by the cake stampede."

"O-Okay!" said Tootie, "see you later Timmy!"

Timmy took a long, calculating look at Stella and Florence, and then waved and dashed off, followed by his dogs. Tootie sighed.

"He complimented me! He actually complimented me!" she breathed.

"Congratulations." said Florence, patting her on the head. With that, the three of them turned around and made their way slowly back to the Tremmorten household. One compliment wasn't much, thought Tootie, but it was a start.

Okedoke! You know the drill! Tune in next time for more wackiness! Hope ya liked the episode/chapter/thingy! Cheers! -Twiddlesticks