* It is to my idiocy that in my first Fairly Odd Parents fanfic, The Taming of the Street Kid, I had referenced the Fairy OddLympics/Fairly Odd Games episode. I then realized that that episode had baby Poof in it, then I realized that I did not have Poof at all in my series. I'm sorry for any confusion. Even though I have discovered this error, I don't think I'm going to add Poof into my series. As cute as he is, and as many fans as he has, I can't find any way to fit Poof into my fanfics. Like I said, forgive me for the confusion. Enjoy the new chapter.

Chapter 7

(Sam's POV)

I woke up, yawning, as I met the bright light of the morning come in through my blind eyes. Alls I could see was light and dark, other than that, nothing.

Then it hit me.

"My gosh." I murmured to myself as my head fell back against the pillow. I had just slept for the first time in years. I guess I really was exhausted.

I used my elbows to prop my self up. I slid one hand over my leg testing the feel of the cast. I really despise my street life sometimes.

Huh. Where were the kids?

"Hey Tammy, Tommy." I called up to the top bunk. I called as softly as I could in the fact that the dad may still be here. Major sleeping problem: you're completely oblivious to what goes on around you during your slumber.

"Princey, Sugar Rush. You up there?" The two nicknames - or street names - I had given to the kids around noticing their personalities when they were younger. Sugar Rush fit Tammy's description perfectly on the account of her frequent sugar highs. I didn't know why I called Tommy Princey. Probably because of how calm, and collected he normally is, reminded me of the serenity of a royal person or something like that.

Hmm. It isn't a school day, it's the weekend. When it's a bright, sunny Saturday like this they always stay in doors and play video games all day.

I hear the clock, downstairs, chime. It made a ding noise 8 times.

8:00AM?

They sleep in until 10:00AM-11:00AM on weekends. Where in the world are they?

All of a sudden I heard a POOF and two familiar voices saying: "We're back!"

…Oy vay.


(End Sam's POV) (Narrator's POV, Back at Anti-Fairy World with Tammy and Tommy)

"What's this?" Anti-Cosmo said, in curiosity, as he floated up to the cages level. "Am I seeing double?" Anti-Cosmo said as he glanced back and forth at the twins. "Duplicated yourself again, Timothy?" Anti-Cosmo laughed at this.

Tammy and Tommy looked at each other in confusion.

"I'm Tammy."

"And I'm Tommy."

"Timothy is our father." Tammy said.

Anti-Cosmo ceased his laughing. "Father?" He then realized how much time had passed since he'd last seen Turner. "What are you two doing here then?"

Tammy was about to speak the reason why until Tommy clamped her mouth shut with his hands. Tammy pulled his hands away. "What's the big deal about telling him?" She asked.

"Because he'd know that Sam's still vulnerable. He'd go after her." Tommy replied whispering as low and audible as he could into his sister's ear.

"I'm waiting, children." Anti-Cosmo said. The twins said nothing. Anti-Cosmo sighed in disappointment. "Well, I guess since you won't tell me why you're here, I suppose I should punish you for trespassing." Anti-Cosmo snapped his fingers. Next thing Tammy and Tommy knew, the cage was being dangled above a vat of hot magma.

The twins gulped in terror as they were slowly being lowered.