Author's Note--Here's the fourth chapter! Sorry for not updating in a while, but I wanted to make sure that this chapter was to my liking, plus I wasn't near an Interent connection for a while. That will change soon...hopefully. Anyway, keep reviewing!

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Cindy and Libby were currently in said house getting ready to head towards the Candy Bar for an afternoon snack.

"I'm telling you, Madam Curie would kick Susan B. Anthony's butt in a boxing match hands down," said Cindy as she exited her house.

"Not if she was able to use a left hook and a couple of quick uppercuts," replied Libby.

"Right, like Susan B. Anthony would really be that quick to deliver those punches".

"Hey, if she was able to stand up for herself to be treated just like everyone else, then she's able to stand up for herself in the boxing ring".

"Hey Cindy!" yelled Timmy as he ran over to greet the two girls.

"Timmy? What are you doing back here again so soon?" asked Cindy.

"Cindy, it's been two weeks since we last saw him," reminded Libby.

"So? It's not like I didn't think about him during that time period".

"You were thinking about me?" asked Timmy.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be? I know that you're not a genius, but you're still a cute clueless guy".

Timmy blushed slightly at that, while Cindy did the same.

"Ugh, can we talk about something else?" groaned Libby.

"Actually, I stopped by to ask Cindy to the Candy Bar for some refreshment if she doesn't mind," said Timmy.

"No, I don't mind, and I'll be happy to go. Oh wait, Libby and I were planning to go together".

"Aw, don't worry Cindy. You and Timmy go have a nice time together," replied Libby.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I think I'll head on over to the beauty salon to get a facial and a nail trim".

"Well, have a good time Libby, and I'll guess we'll see you later," said Timmy.

"You two do as well". And with that, she left.

"Shall we?" asked Timmy, who offered his arm to Cindy.

"I'd love to!" laughed Cindy as she took his offer and then the two of them walked down the sidewalk in the direction of the Candy Bar.

Dimmsdale

While clinging onto the hypercube, Calamitous sailed out of the portal and smacked into the "Welcome to Dimmsdale" sign like he did in the second power hour. The same guy as before had gone back to putting up billboards when he heard Calamitous hit the sign and crash into the bushes and once again he edged away nervously before breaking into a run and vowing never to return.

"There has to be an easier way of entering Dimmsdale that isn't so painful," muttered Calamitous as he brushed a few leaves off of his lab coat.

He started to walk into town when he realized that he didn't have the slightest idea as to where Timmy lived.

"All I can remember is that I saw Neutron in front of that fancy-looking mansion with the matching limousines parked out front and then I tried to get him with one of his weird-looking inventions that caused me to experience all kinds of bad luck. And then I met that one blue flying helper who betrayed me and locked me up in a jail cell with this tall, muscular guy who had that big glowing device that allowed me to have ultimate power. And then Neutron and that buck-toothed kid had to go and ruin everything. Well, that's all going to change as soon as I get my hands on that kid's flying helpers," snickered Calamitous as he rubbed his hands together while walking into town before letting out an evil laugh.

Meanwhile, Mr. Crockpot…er…Mr. Crocker, was driving down the street in his black fairy godparent surveillance van with a determined look on his face. He had a death grip on the steering wheel and was frantically searching for a parking space so that he could attempt to track Timmy's fairy godparents using one of his fairy-tracker devices that he painstakingly put together in his elaborate underground lab. He was a bit miffed that his prized butterfly net was stolen from his trunk in the basement and he knew that Turner was behind it. Of course, his only theory was that Timmy had used his fairy godparents to infiltrate his basement and steal his butterfly net, but he couldn't exactly figure out why. He knew from his so called "undercover spying techniques" that fairies are terrified of butterfly nets, so why would Turner steal his? The question nagged him all the time during his waking hours and just as long at night.

"Just you wait Turner. One of these days you're going to slip up and when you do the world will know that you have FAIRY GODPARENTS!!" yelled Crocker as he spazzed out and hit the roof of his van with a thud. "Drat, that's going to have to come out of my deposit…"

He finally found the perfect parking space across the street from Timmy's house and set up his surveillance equipment. He obviously had no idea that Timmy was currently in Retroville at the Candy Bar with Cindy and that Cosmo and Wanda were still in Fairy World at the spa, but he was willing to try to prove that Timmy was up to something. Vicky was currently at the kitchen table counting up the money that Mr. Turner had given to her that morning, while Jimmy and Sheen were shoveling sludge out of the kitchen sink that she had dumped in there earlier while Carl was holding open the garbage bag for them.

"Jimmy, how long do we have to keep doing this?" asked Carl who had a large clothespin clamped firmly over his nose to keep out the stench of rotting banana peels and decaying watermelon rinds.

"I don't know Carl, but hopefully Timmy will be able to straighten things out with his babysitter over there and prove that we are not him and his friends". Jimmy also had a large clothespin over his nose.

"Yeah Carl. Small-Headed Timmy will be able to sort out this mess no problem," remarked Sheen, who also had a clothespin over his nose.

"But I thought that we were sorting out this mess".

"He means that Timmy will be able to set things straight once he gets back from wherever he went," said Jimmy.

"Hey Jimmy, do you think that one of your brain-blasts could help us out here?" asked Sheen.

"I tried that already, but I just can't seem to come up with anything that will sway that babysitter. Anything I try just gets knocked down".

"Hey, do you hear something? It's the sound of you three not shoveling sludge! Now get back to work!" shouted Vicky as she went back to counting her money.

Jimmy, Carl, and Sheen heaved a sigh and reluctantly agreed without another word.

Meanwhile, Calamitous was still walking around town when he happened to come upon Crocker's black van parked across the street from Timmy's house. Crocker had inevitably fell asleep and was snoring loud enough to set off the car alarms in the neighborhood. Calamitous was tired himself from walking around and leaned on the sliding door of the van to rest awhile.

"Maybe I shouldn't have changed out of my Judy Neutron disguise so quickly. It could have helped me cover the distance in a lot less time," he wheezed.

Just then, a rather loud snore from Crocker caused Calamitous to jump about two feet in the air and then slip on some oil that had gathered under the van when he came back down. He then slammed backward into the van which caused him to lose his grip on Jimmy's hypercube. Calamitous then landed with a thud on the pavement with stars in his eyes as the hypercube landed in his lap. When Calamitous slammed into the van, it immediately woke up Crocker.

"FAIRIES!!" he screamed as he spazzed out and hit his head on the ceiling of his van again. "Drat…"

He then opened up the sliding door and saw Calamitous in a heap with a dazed look on his face.

"Who the heck are you?"

Calamitous slowly got up holding the hypercube and looked up at the tall skinny man standing before him.

"I said who the…" repeated Crocker.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time," muttered Calamitous dusting himself off. "I am Professor Finbarr Calamitous and I am here on a very serious mission. Um, sorry I slammed into your van".

"That was you?!" roared Crocker. "You're going to pay for that!"

"Um, sorry, but I'm not from around here and I think that I better get going…but I will pay for your van in due time. When Jupiter grows a mustache," muttered Calamitous under his breath.

"Hey thanks, short little bald guy!" yelled out Crocker. "And keep your eyes open for FAIRY GODPARENTS!!"

At that comment, Calamitous stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned around. "What did you say?"

"I said 'thanks, short little bald guy!'"

"No, I mean after that".

"Oh, I said 'and keep your eyes open for FAIRY GODPARENTS!!'" Crocker yelled while spazzing out once again.

"Fairy godparents, huh? You mean like magical flying helpers?" asked Calamitous rubbing his hands together deviously.

"Yeah! This one kid in my class named Timmy Turner has all kinds of strange things happening around him and I know that he's hiding something, something that is his FAIRY GODPARENTS!!"

"Timmy Turner? Does he have buck-teeth and wears a pink baseball cap?" asked Calamitous who's smile was growing bigger by the second. "This guy could help me capture Buck-Toothed Boy's flying helpers".

"Yeah…! Uh, how did you know that?"

"Uh, lucky guess…"

"Oh, alright then".

"Uh, I'll let you in on something as long as you don't tell anyone else".

"Sure...! Wait…you're not from the insane asylum, are you? Because I told you people enough already and you still mock me and my theories that FAIRY GODPARENTS exist!"

"No, no. I'm merely here on a little quest to rule the world with the magical abilities of these so called 'fairy godparents'. I know that they exist because I have seen them myself and one of them eventually betrayed me by locking me in a jail cell with this other huge muscular flying helper who beat the heck out of me trying to bust us out. Later, I managed to join my body and mind with his and briefly ruled the city of Retroville," explained Calamitous.

"Retroville? Hmm...never heard of it..." said Crocker. "Anyway, by any chance did this 'flying helper' have a huge glowing wand-like device?"

"Yeah, he did…Did you meet him once before?"

"I once made it to the place where these so called 'flying helpers' live and got hold of some of their magic where I proclaimed myself king and briefly ruled their world. I also managed to transform that rather large muscular 'flying helper' as you call it into a Schnauzer who later rearranged my internal organs once he regained control". As soon as Crocker finished talking, he realized what he had just said and let out a yell. "Aaaahhhhhh!! Schnauzers! No…! No…!"

"Geez, calm down! Hmmm, maybe I should reconsider my proposition to this guy. He obviously needs to take some medication if he's not on some already," muttered Calamitous. "Then again, his expertise, if he has any, could be useful in helping me capture Buck-Tooth Boy's flying helpers".

As Calamitous continued to contemplate as to whether or not Crocker would be the right guy to handle this situation, said crazy teacher spoke up again.

"But my plans for ruling that world were spoiled when Turner with a big head had to go ruin everything".

"What?" Calamitous knew that Timmy had a small head and that Jimmy of course had a large one. "This guy couldn't possibly have gotten the two of them confused, could he? Do you mean Jimmy Neutron perhaps?"

"No, it was definitely Turner. I know that because he caused his head to swell to great size with the help of his FAIRY GODPARENTS!!" yelled Crocker as he spazzed out again.

"Geez, would you please stop doing that? And by the way, that was not Timmy Turner. Did he happen to have an emblem of an atom on the front of his shirt?"

"Yeah, he did," said Crocker who had calmed down.

"I thought so. Look, Jimmy Neutron is an enemy of mine and it seems to me that this Timmy Turner is an enemy of yours. I want to destroy Neutron because he keeps interfering with my plans and you want to capture Turner's flying helpers so that you can rule the world and punish everyone who made fun of you, I am correct?"

"So far, yes".

"Good. It seems that I have a proposition for you Mr...uh…what was your name again?"

"It's Denzel Q. Crocker".

"Right…uh, Mr. Crocker… This offer that I propose to you involves that if you get me Turner's flying helpers, we'll have no trouble ruling both Dimmsdale and Retroville because it seems to me that you have more background knowledge with these 'flying helpers' than I do. And with unlimited power we will be rid of our enemies for good. Do we have a deal?" asked Calamitous as he stretched out his hand towards Crocker.

Crocker looked at Calamitous' outstretched hand with uncertainty for a moment before seizing it in his own and shaking it.

"Deal".

"Perfect…"

Calamitous then let out a sinister laugh which was followed by Crocker. The two of them laughed like that for a minute before Calamitous cut in.

"Okay, enough of that".

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Author's Note: Fifth chapter coming soon! Oooh, things are getting interesting...! Will Crocker end up driving Calamitous insane with his rantings? Who knows?! Anyway, keep reviewing!