BEHOLD THE POWER OF MY IMAGINATION! MARVEL AT THE CREATIVITY OF THE TITLE OF THIS CHAPTER!

Also, thanks to everyone for pointing out my terrible mistake. I'm very grateful.

Review replies;

TweenisodeOrange: Well, the Turners aren't the sharpest nails in the box, if you get my drift. Thanks for reading!

Cartooniac55: Aye, Vicky torture be quite fun. But wait! There's more! XD Thanks for reviewing.

SOLmaster: Meh, they were never going to be apart for long. They like each other too much, as much as Jimmy and Timmy might deny it. :D Thanks for the review.

Zim'sMostLoyalServant: Yes, assulting one's babysitter is a great bonding experience. XDD Thanks very much!


Chapter Six: Miracle

It was dark by the time the group got back to Timmy's house. The snow had piled up now – it was up to their ankles as they trudged up the driveway.

"We still haven't gotten any further in getting to Cape Columbus," sighed Danny.

"Don't worry, we'll work something out," shrugged Timmy, "I hope."

Timmy opened the door to his house, to find the living room completely dark. No one was around – not even his parents.

On second thoughts, if that meant no dancing, then that was okay by him.

"What's going on?" quizzed Sam.

"I don't like this," grunted Jimmy, sparing a glance towards Danny and Spongebob.

He glanced over to the basement door. He raised an eyebrow, noticing that it was open.

"Downstairs," he announced, "I think we should check the basement."

Before anyone could answer, Jimmy was leading them down into the dark depths of the basement. Watching his feet as he navigated the staircase, Timmy was sure he could see shadows below. He gulped.

"This is too dark," mused Danny, in a somewhat forced tone, "I am going to turn on the light."

He pulled the light switch, and Timmy's eyes widened.

His parents, Chester, AJ, Elmer and Sanjay (along with a few other people Timmy hardly knew) stood in the basement, wearing Christmas hats. A few tabes were set up, covered in food and drink (predominately eggnog), and the elder Turners had once again gotten out the record player.

"What the…who…wha…" stammered Timmy.

"Surprised?" grinned AJ.

"You…wha…how long have you been planning this?" demanded Timmy.

"Quite a while now," replied Mrs. Turner, "Your friends were really dedicated in setting it up!"

"I've been down here for two weeks!" exclaimed Sanjay.

Timmy edged away from him.

"So you were avoiding me so that I wouldn't find out about this," realised Timmy.

He turned to Danny, Jimmy and Spongebob.

"And you guys knew about it this whole time," he added.

"Yep," nodded Spongebob, "That's why we planned to come here today."

"…and the whole 'stop being a Nicktoon' thing was just a ruse to stop me from expecting it," deducted Timmy.

"No," grinned Jimmy, "We were really angry at you."

There was a short silence.

"Can we eat now?" asked Chester.

"I guess so," replied Timmy.

Mr. Turner immediately lunged at the eggnog.


About an hour later, Danny and Sam sat at one of the tables. Despite the party, Danny's mood had dampened. He had had to go to the 'bathroom' due to the gem six times in an hour.

"I hope he hurries up and finds a way to get us to Cape Columbus," he sighed, "I can't keep going like this."

"Ah, cheer up!" grinned Sam, "It's Christmas!"

"You're telling me to cheer up," chuckled Danny, "That's pretty funny coming from the Goth girl."

Sam raised her brow.

"What," she replied, "Just because I'm a Goth, I can't enjoy Christmas?"

Danny chuckled. A thought struck him.

"Why didn't we bring Tuck along?" he mused, "I feel kinda bad leaving him out."

"If he were here, all the food would be gone in a second," chortled Sam.

"We're taking him to Cape Columbus, right?" asked Danny.

"Better him then Squidward," nodded Sam.

She pointed to the squid, who was sitting disinterestedly next to Elmer. Squidward sighed as the boy continued to blabber on about his humungous boil.

"Well, I guess no matter what happens, I can't go to Vlad's for Christmas," he chuckled, "What a shame."

"Don't worry," retorted Sam, rolling her eyes, "When this is done, I'm sure Timmy'll be able to poof you to Vlad's manor. You won't even miss him cutting the turkey."

"I'm more worried about him cutting me," grumbled Danny, "Still, I guess I won't have to hear dad talking about 'Santa Vlad' throwing us Christmas Day."

"Santa Vlad?" repeated Sam, incredulously, "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope," smirked Danny, "His exact words. Santa Vlad."

Sam snickered. Her eyes turned to the middle of the room, which had been set up as an impromptu dance floor. Mr. Turner was currently…ahem…dominating the floor.

"Timmy's dad has some moves," mused Danny.

"Some awful, awful moves," added Sam.

"You wanna try it?" asked Danny.

There was a short silence as they met eyes. Sam gave Danny a soft grin.

"Nah!" they said at last.

They returned to their conversation.


Spongebob chewed on a rather dry cracker as he talked to AJ.

"So," mused AJ, "Are you…always a giant pink blob?"

"No," replied Spongebob, "This is my…err…winter coat!"

"But sponges don't have winter coats," mused AJ, "And it's summer in the South Pacific…"

"AJ," Chester sighed, walking up to his friend, "Don't ask questions and help me eat cake."

"Alright!" grinned AJ, walking away.

Spongebob sat alone for a few seconds, before Sandy sat down next to him.

"Howdy," she grinned.

She listened to the music again.

"Never knew Timmy's folks were into the fifties stuff," she mused, "These records must be really old."

"I kinda like them," beamed Spongebob, rapping his fingers on the table.

"Meh," shrugged Sandy, "Ain't as good as the old stuff back home."

There was a short silence.

"So," asked Spongebob, meekly, "Are you…uh…good at dancing?"

Sandy raised an eyebrow.

"Is that a wager?" she asked, a smirk creeping onto her face.

"Uh…maybe," replied Spongebob.

Sandy gave a guffaw.

"'Course I am!" she scoffed, "Heck of a lot better then you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?" demanded Spongebob.

"Oh, nothin', nothin'," replied Sandy, grinning as she shook her head, "Just sayin'."

"I'm a good dancer!" snapped Spongebob, "Just ask Squidward!"

"Leave me out of this!" called Squidward.

"Prove it," challenged Sandy, "Or are y'all to yellow-bellied to even try?"

"Alright," retorted Spongebob, "I will!"

"Good. Come on," grinned Sandy.

She grabbed Spongebob by the arm and dragged him onto the floor.

Chester and AJ glanced over to them from the cake. Chester shook his head.

"There goes a very, very brave guy," he lamented.

"I wonder if she'd like a dead frog?" mused AJ.

"AJ!" shouted Chester, "SHE'S A SQUIRREL!"

"Just saying," replied AJ, defensively.


Timmy tried hard to suppress a grin as his mother spoke on her cellphone.

"…what, doctor?" Mrs. Turner gasped, "Vicky's in your office with a very minor concussion? …I don't care how 'OK' she looks, she needs to rest! …No, you tell her rest, my husband can look after my son. He can take him to Memphis with him, for Vicky's sake…"

Timmy had to turn around, as there was nothing stopping the grin from exploding onto his face.

"…oh, don't worry. I can contact Vicky's parents, they'll get her a babysitter…"

Timmy barely managed to disguise a giggle as a cough.

"Y'know," he hissed to Cosmo and Wanda (disguised as streamers on the roof), "I kinda wish she'd learn what it's like to be me."

Cosmo grinned, while Wanda rolled her eyes disapprovingly. They raised their wands, and there was a faint 'poof'."

"…Oh, you already have a babysitter?" continued Mrs. Turner, "I guess you can get anything on prescription, can't you? Well, goodbye doctor."

Mrs. Turner hung up.

"Timmy," she explained, "Vicky's not going to be able to baby-sit you this week."

"Oh no," said Timmy, expressionlessly, "What a shame."

"Your father's going to have to take you with him to Memphis," continued Mrs. Turner, "I hope you're not to disappointed, honey…"

"YES!" exclaimed Timmy, a little too loudly.

Mrs. Turner stared.

"Uh," stammered Timmy, rubbing the back of his head, "I mean 'oh no, that's terrible.'"

He walked away to give Jimmy the news, grinning wildly.


Vicky trudged up her driveway, exhausted and holding a slight headache. Muttering to herself, she unlocked the front door, and stepped inside.

"Hi, Vicky," a high but menacing voice stated.

Vicky's eyes widened.

Tootie was standing at the door – a much older Tootie, aged to at least seventeen.

"Wha-wha-wha…" gibbered Vicky, dumbly.

"I'm your babysitter this week," sneered Tootie, "I'm sure we're gonna have a lot of fun. At least, I am…"

Vicky screamed as the door blew shut behind her, leaving them alone in the unheated house.

Revenge was, after all, a dish best served cold.


*laughs evilly.*

Incidentally, you could probably make a drinking game of how many times I add Spandy and Danny/Sam to my stories. I guess I just really like those parings. :D