The next morning, it was Saturday. Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof were in Timmy's bedroom. The buck-toothed boy had been out all night, and the three were waiting for him to return home.
Wanda's demeanor was quite determined, while Cosmo, on the opposite, appeared quite worried. Wanda gestured to Poof. "Poof, you'll be our alert system. Go out in the hallway and tell us if you see Timmy coming."
Poof was quite confused by the whole happenstance and was unsure of what Cosmo and Wanda were planning to do to Timmy. Nevertheless, the baby—who was still wearing Timmy's pink hat—obeyed, and floated over to the door.
"You know, he's going to be really mad at us," Cosmo stated tautly.
"He's already really mad at us, Cosmo," Wanda replied flatly, "Were you not there last night while he was yelling at us? If anything, him already being angry takes the sting out of things a little."
"Well, technically he's only mad at you," Cosmo replied. "And he was only yelling at you...for being a nag. Which, we all have to admit, is completely tr—"
"Poof-poof," Poof alerted, coming back into the bedroom.
"Alright, he's home," Wanda said, "Took him long enough. Thanks, Poof."
Poof nodded, although he still didn't know the things his parents were planning. He floated back beside them.
"Do you think we should've rehearsed this?" Cosmo asked anxiously.
"Just follow my lead. And back me up."
"You know, he's gonna be really angry..."
"I know! Now shhhh!"
"He's probably going to hate us forever—"
"He is not! We just have to explain it to him lightly."
"But," Cosmo whined, "how do we explain lightly to someone that their parents are completely ma—"
At that precise moment, Timmy swung open the door to his bedroom.
Although the boy retained his signature brown hair, blue eyes, and buck teeth, his attire had completely changed. New pants, new shirt, and now, he even had a new hat. His new hat was the same exact style as his pink one, except it was the color blue and in a lot better condition.
Timmy looked up at his godfamily. Instead of reacting angrily to their appearance as Cosmo had predicted, the boy smiled, looking completely calm.
"Cosmo, Wanda, Poof," he said, addressing them all by name in a rather strange way. "I knew you'd be here. Good to see you guys."
"Well!" Wanda exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at Timmy's calm and odd behavior. "...it's...good to see you, too."
"Do you guys like my new hat?" Timmy pointed at the hat atop his head. "I got it last night. I like it a lot. I feel like it just...suits me better than my old one did, you know?"
The three fairies all exchanged glances, bemused at Timmy's conduct. Wanda shook her head to snap herself back into what she was doing and narrowed her eyes at the boy. "Timmy, we need to talk."
"Oh, yeah, I need to talk to you guys too," Timmy replied smoothly. "Is it okay if I go first?"
"Not really," Wanda furrowed her brow, "we have something kind of important to say."
A couple seconds of silence passed and Wanda elbowed Cosmo in the stomach.
"Oof!" Cosmo coughed, regaining his composure, "Uh, yeah, w-we have something really important. To say. To you. Now. Pr-probably."
"Well, I have something really important to say to you guys, too," Timmy said; then he continued on, "See, last night, when I was out with my friends, I realized something. And it really opened my eyes to you guys's and my relationship."
"Well, we've realized something too," Wanda said, "it's gone on long enough. We have to tell you—"
"No, no, I know," Timmy said quickly, "I know what you're going to say. And you know what? I completely agree with you."
"...no, I don't think you know what I'm going to say," Wanda replied irritably, "let me finish. We—"
"Maybe it's taken me a bit longer to come to terms with things than it took you guys," Timmy continued, "but I've finally come to my senses. You guys don't have to worry about it."
Wanda gave Timmy a weird look. "Timmy, you're not listening to anything I'm saying. I have to explain something to you. We—"
"No, no, you don't have to explain anything." Timmy assured. "I completely understand. We had a good run, you guys and I."
"Timmy, what the in the world are you talking abou—"
"But let me tell you guys, I've really realized it," Timmy went on, "It's been great having you guys, it really has. But I...well...I just don't need you anymore."
"What?" Cosmo and Wanda exclaimed in unison.
"Timmy! You can't—" Cosmo began.
"My new life, I mean," Timmy explained, "it's just...so much better than my old life. And you guys know that. You've seen what's been going on. I can't try to 'not be too happy.' I just can't do that...because I'm thrilled." he smiled.
"No! Timmy, you've got to listen to us—" Wanda pleaded, but Timmy raised a hand up to her.
"I can't make you guys stay with me any longer, it just wouldn't be right."
"Timmy, you—"
"You guys did a great job back when I was living a miserable life...but I'm not miserable anymore." Timmy stated. "Let's face it. You guys need to go to a kid that really needs you."
"TIMMY—"
"So," Timmy said, "I've made a firm decision...I'm going to say it."
"NO!" Cosmo and Wanda both yelled in horror, "TIMMY! YOU'RE MAKING A BIG MISTAKE!"
"I don't think I am," Timmy smiled in an almost smug way.
Then, he took a deep breath.
"I'm happy and I don't need my fairy godparents anymore."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the fairies screamed, but it was too late.
A few seconds after Timmy had spoken, a giant, dark, spinning vortex opened up on the floor of Timmy's bedroom. The fierce winds took hold of Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof and began to suck them in.
The three fairies continued to scream in terror, trying desperately to grab onto things in Timmy's room and clawing on the floor to get away from the vortex. It was to no avail, though, for the winds were too strong.
The vortex's winds whipped Timmy's hair as he watched them with a blank, emotionless face.
"TIIIIMMYYYY!" they now had to cling together, the vortex's vacuum power getting stronger as they came closer to its center. "HEEEELP UUUUUS!"
Timmy didn't make a move to help them. "Bye, guys," he said simply, folding his arms.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
They screamed and cried louder and louder as they were sucked farther and farther into the vortex, until, soon enough, the vortex finally shrunk around them, and as quick as a blink, disappeared.
The room fell into complete silence.
Timmy blinked. He felt weird, and was suddenly overcome by a great feeling of tiredness. Without knowing exactly what was happening to him, everything suddenly went black.
"Timmyyyy! Dinner is ready!"
Timmy awoke with a start. His heart was racing a bit, and he glanced around his bedroom, taking in his surroundings.
He looked at his bedside clock. It was about 5:30 PM. He didn't remember falling asleep.
The boy rubbed his head, and tried to calm his breathing. He must have woken up from a bad dream. That was the only explanation. Despite this feeling, he couldn't remember what the dream was about...at all. It was rather strange.
"Timmy!" his mother called out for him again. "Come and eat!"
Timmy sighed, and shook it off. Whatever, it didn't matter anyway. It was only a dream.
The boy got up from his bed, and put his blue hat back on. He adjusted himself and walked out of the room, not giving a second thought to the empty fishbowl on his bed stand.
