You've Met Your Match

(A/N: Second up today. This chapter is more focused on Timmy for all you fans out there. Really I should only put up one or two chapters a day, to maximize reader potential, but this story has lain dormant far too long now. I need to get it out there. I guess I'll just hope for the best. Enjoy.)

Plans Put Into Action

"Okay, you're driving me to school. Again. Why? What's with the sudden interest in driving me? I thought you'd ship me off on the bus, or in a package," Timmy suspiciously interrogated.

"Oh, no reason. I just love spending time with my adorable little ward," she replied, patting his head. He didn't like the innocent grin on her face.

"Oh really?" he asked.

"Of course Timmy. This way I get to watch you squirm as I tell you that your teacher assigned a class book report worth seventy percent of your final grade. On a day you weren't paying attention!" Vicky crooned.

"What!" Timmy demanded, horrified, mouth dropping and him going pale.

"It's due today," Vicky said.

"How do you know!" Timmy demanded, panicking.

"Oh, Crocker slipped up about it," Vicky answered. "He couldn't wait to fail you, but I like this way better. He doesn't have much faith in your abilities, does he?" Timmy screamed in horror then whipped out a pencil and paper and grabbed the first book he could get his hands on, incidentally a gossip magazine. Furiously he scribbled away while Vicky cruelly laughed.

"This isn't good sport. Why didn't you pay attention? If I've warned you once, I've warned you a hundred times," Wanda stated.

"Can't talk, busy writing," Timmy said. Just then the car screeched to a stop. Timmy looked up, sweating, then cried, "Oh no, we're here!"

"Ta ta twerp. See you on the other side," Vicky sang, booting him out. With that, she tore away. Timmy looked up at the school. Just then the warning bell sounded. He cried out in terror.

"Run Timmy, run!" Cosmo exclaimed. Timmy bolted.

"Poof, Poof!" Poof said excitedly.

Timmy sat at his desk sweating and looking nervously around. He swallowed. Where was Mr. Crocker? Just then the door banged open, and Timmy screamed, leaping to the roof. "Hello class," Crocker cruelly said, maliciously grinning. "I'm sure you're all prepared for today." Looking up at the roof, he frowned, ordering, "Turner, get down from the ceiling! If you hurt yourself I get sued." He walked to his desk. Timmy swallowed, then dropped to his seat, shaking.

"This is bad, man, bad," Chester whispered to Timmy.

"Usually when Crocker's in this good of a mood, something bad happens to one of us," AJ stated. Timmy broke into a sweat.

"Now class…" Crocker began.

"Sport, maybe you can get an extension," Wanda offered.

"From Crocker?" Timmy demanded.

"Beg on hands and knees like an insignificant snivelling little slave," Cosmo cheerily said.

"As to your last assignment…" Crocker continued.

Timmy cried out in terror then leapt to the front of the class, falling to his hands and knees, begging, "Mr. Crocker, please, I'm begging you, give me another chance! I didn't know, I swear! I wasn't paying attention! Give me detention for the rest of my life, chain me to my desk, but please give me another chance to do the assignment, please!" He burst into tears, grovelling.

"All this for a paragraph on the merits of fairies?" Sanjay whispered to Elmer.

Elmer shrugged, saying, "I thought he'd done it, but I guess he really wants to pass."

Crocker blinked, then smirked cruelly. Oh, this would work. "Well Turner, normally I would love to relish this moment, torment, and fail you for forgetting about your report, but I suppose I can make an exception this once. I'm in a kind benevolent mood today."

Timmy stopped bawling and blinked in shock, eyes dry and confused, asking, "What?"

"You heard me," Crocker said. He reached into his desk and pulled out a book. Handing it to Timmy, he said, "There you are Turner. This is the book you'll be using."

Timmy took it, saying in confusion, "Uh, thanks Mr. Crocker."

"Now class, pop quiz!" Crocker shouted.

Timmy read through the book frantically, yawning. It was almost midnight! "Oh man, this book is long, and almost as insane as Crocker," Timmy complained.

"Remember Timmy, it's worth seventy percent. Don't give up now," Wanda prompted, poofing up a cup of wake up hot chocolate, then poofing up a bottle for Poof.

"Doesn't seventy percent seem excessive? Even for Crocker," Cosmo said. They blinked blankly at him. "What?" Cosmo asked.

"Whoa, you might actually have something," Timmy remarked, looking at the book. "An assignment this big does seem a little weird for Mr. Crocker."

"Poof, poof, poof Vicki, poof, poof, poof, Crocker," Poof said.

"What's that poof? You say that it's strange Vicki hasn't come up here to torment me either, almost as if she knows something about why this assignment was given by Crocker?" Timmy asked. "Wow, can't believe I just translated that."

"Now that he mentions it, it's strange how ever since their first confrontation, Vicki's been willingly driving you to school, and speaking to Crocker in sweet whispered secrecy," Wanda remarked.

"Ooh, she likes him," Cosmo said.

Wanda blinked, then frowned, zapping Cosmo. "Oh please, she's sixteen. If she likes anything about him it's his cruel insanity and hatred for Timmy," Wanda stated. Timmy was still twitching from the thought.

Shaking out of it, he looked worriedly at the book, saying, "What if Crocker and Vicki really are teaming up against me? What if this book report is some kind of trap?"

"Can you really risk not doing the report though, sport, just in case?" Wanda asked.

"I'll do it, but I won't like it," Timmy sulked, turning back to the book and his writing.