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Chapter 7: VICKY

Timmy Turner slowly walked down the stairs, peering over the banister at the awaiting executioner.

"What took you so long, twerp? My foot massage is waiting!" Vicky screeched at him.

Timmy shuddered, thinking about those horrible-smelling feet. He walked into the living room where Vicky sat down on a couch with her feet in a bucket of warm water.

He picked up one foot and started rubbing it, trying to ignore the warts that were hidden in between the toes. Who knew? Witches really DO have warts.

Up in Timmy's bedroom, the clock ticked. Danny, Cosmo, and Wanda made time go faster by playing a little game of 'Ghost Stories', a fun board game where you hunt ghosts, ironically for Danny.

It seemed to take forever for Timmy to finish up with Vicky. Once he'd done her feet, he had to wash all the dishes with a toothbrush, fix several holes in the walls where Vicky shoved her foot, clean out the toilets with one of those little pipe cleaners, and mop the floor with his hair.

"You know, Timmy could've just wished for all the chores to be done!" Wanda pointed out after a while.

"Yeah, he needs to get a bigger brain. Like mine!" said Cosmo, and with that, he magically pulled his brain out his nose, showing them all how big it was. It was the size of a golf ball.

"Impressive," Danny said sarcastically.

"Go on, go on, ask me something! I'm sure I'll get it right, with my huge brain and all!" Cosmo insisted.

"Did you ever pay attention to anything in school?" Wanda asked him.

"Tacos!" was his answer.

"Bravo, bravo," Danny said, clapping slowly.

All of a sudden, the door burst open and Cosmo's brain disappeared back into his head. Timmy walked in covered in plaster and dust. His hair was a mess, wet and grubby, from mopping, and soap and water from the other chores that he had to do. Wanda and Cosmo 'poofed' him clean. He walked further into the room and crashed onto his bead. "Hey, guys," he said wearily.

"Had it rough?" Wanda asked.

"No, duh," he replied. "I'm pooped."

"Well, what can we do now? Vicky's gone, and Timmy's parents are home," Danny said.

"We could sleep." Timmy already had his eyes closed, and a second later he was snoring loudly.

"Little tyke," Wanda said lovingly.

"Ok, I'm officially bored," moaned Danny.

"Kids! Dinner's ready!" they heard Timmy's mom call from the bottom of the stairs. Danny got up and walked over to Timmy's bed and shook him awake.

"I know you just fell asleep, but dinner's ready if you're hungry," Danny told him. Timmy groaned and got out of bed very slowly. Wanda and Cosmo 'poofed' back into the goldfish bowl as fish. "See you later!" Cosmo called.

The two went down to the kitchen where the smell of hotdogs and broccoli could be recognized.

After dinner, Mr. Turner insisted that they play a game of Charades with their neighbors, the Dreaded Dinklebergs.

"It's high time we showed them that we're better than them at least at one thing!" he said when they asked why. "And with your friend around, we'll win even easier!"

"Well, I am pretty good at charades..." Danny said.

"PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!" Timmy's dad begged.

"Okay, okay, calm down Mr. Turner. They're just your neighbors," Danny soothed.

"JUST MY NEIGHBORS? THE DINKLEBERGS HAVE RUINED THIS FAMILY COUNTLESS TIMES! DON'T YOU DARE SAY THEY'RE JUST OUT NEIGHBORS!" Mr. Turner was red in the face when he'd finished.

Danny stood rooted to the spot. Timmy ran upstairs to his fishy fairies.

"Cosmo! Wanda! I wish Danny could read minds!" Timmy had an idea that bloomed in his head earlier.

His fairies granted the wish, and when Timmy went back downstairs, Danny was looking extremely bewildered.

"Danny," he whispered when he got to him, "I just wished for you to have the power to read minds. That way you'd be able to win at Charades and make my dad happy. Is that okay?" he asked him uncertainly.

"Is that okay? It's great! Just the kind of power I need!"

When the Dinklebergs arrived, Timmy's dad was sweating so much that there was a small puddle on the floor where he stood. They all went into the living room for the game.

When Mr. Dinkleberg took his turn, Danny could hear his every thought.

Maybe I'll do a dog, no, that's too easy. A chicken? Even easier. I know! I'll do a windmill! Those losers will never guess that! Danny heard.

He stood up straight and held his arms out and started rotating them.

"A windmill!" Danny exclaimed automatically.

What? That would've been impossible to guess! Man, he's good. Sheldon Dinkleberg thought. Timmy's dad beamed at Danny.

It was Danny's turn. He knew exactly what to be. Man, these people wouldn't even know who this was! He held out his hands and started wiggling his fingers to look like he was typing something. He then put his fingers up by his eyes and made them look like he was wearing glasses. He kept on typing. He even turned his body to look like he was typing on something that circled around him. The neighbors and the Turners looked baffled.

Can you guess what Danny's pretending to be? Please review! Give me some ideas for what else I should have in the story. I'm starting to get writer's block. ^_^ Next chapter out at 50 reviews!