Just to clear things up, Foop was never sent to Abracatraz. Timmy appealed on his behalf.
…Yeah, let's go with that.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Fairly OddParents, or other relating characters.
Chapter Eight: Brotherly Bonding
"Foolish human, get away from me!"
"Don't be silly, come here Foop!"
Foop flew as fast as his little anti-fairy wings would take him, trying his best to outrun his godbrother, but alas, he could not. He was only a few weeks old; he had yet to develop all his muscles.
As soon as he was close enough, Timmy jumped up and grabbed the flying blue baby. "Gotcha!"
"Let me go, let me go this instant!" Foop tried to wriggle his way out, but unfortunately, squares were very easy to hold onto.
"It's just a bath, Foop, you don't have to throw a tantrum." Timmy tried his best to get the smile off of his face, but failed miserably. It was just like playing around with Poof. Not to mention how hilarious it was to see a baby speaking.
"I will not take a bath! You will!" Foop waved his bottle around.
A waterfall suddenly appeared above Timmy, drenching him for a good five minutes before disappearing.
"Foop!"
The baby slid down the stair banister with a menacing laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry, Timothy. Did I soak you? I meant for you to be drenched!"
A tidal wave appeared behind Timmy, sending him down the stairs. He landed on his back below the floating Foop. He waited for the baby to drift over (to gloat, no question about it) before spiting water out of his mouth.
"Ew! This water was in your mouth!" Foop's disgust was evident on his face as he tried to wipe the water off himself without actually touching it.
While he was distracted, Timmy pulled the butterfly net Anti-Cosmo had given him for instances like this one out from behind his back. He quickly scooped Foop into it. "Yes! Now I have you for sure!"
"A butterfly net! Do you think I'm a fairy, stupid boy?" Foop tried to cut through it with his bottle, but was surprised to find he could not.
"No. You're a still using a training wand. You need a real anti-fairy wand to get out of a butterfly net." Timmy held the mouth of the net closed to make sure Foop did not try and fly out on the way to the bathroom. It had taken almost an hour, but he had finally gotten the anti-fairy baby.
It still seemed that Foop had no intention of even trying to get along with Timmy, no matter how hard he tried to be a good big brother.
Foop simply did not want to have to share his parents' attention with anyone, let alone a human child.
It left Timmy wondering why Poof had never gone through this phase. The baby had welcomed Timmy into his life right away without any quarrel. Maybe it had to do with the fact Timmy was one of the first people to take care of him. In the rush to keep Poof safe from the other magical creatures, Cosmo and Wanda had to give Poof up to him to watch over while they distracted everyone else.
Timmy stepped into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Foop hadn't gotten the hang of teleporting yet, so he shouldn't be able to get out of the bathroom. He let Foop out of the butterfly net. "Now Foop, are you going to give me more trouble or are you going to take a bath like a good little boy?"
"Do not give me that baby blather of yours!" Foop cried out. How dare the human child speak to him as if he was some kind of a drooling idiot? He would make him pay. "Prepare for destru-"
Timmy quickly pulled the bottle out of Foop's little hands before he could perform any more magic. "Foop! Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda will be back home soon and I told them I could handle you in that time. Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
Foop steamed silently. His threats were all worthless if he couldn't back them up with magic. He allowed Timmy to undress him and place him in the bathtub. "This water is lukewarm! I demand you put more hot water in!"
"No, you're a baby. It's bad for you." Timmy knew Foop was purposely trying to get him in trouble. All he would have to do is show Anti-Cosmo his burned skin from too hot a bath and Timmy would never be trusted to take care of him again. Good thing he knew so much about babies.
Foop frowned; having Timmy see past his little charade was not doing any good for his self-esteem or his ego. Frowning, with his arms crossed over his chest, he allowed his godbrother to pour water over his head and shampoo his scalp. He searched over the room, looking for an opening.
Aha!
Timmy had left his bottle on the edge of the tub! Such a fool!
Foop began squirming in the tub, trying to get closer to his bottle.
"Foop, stop moving! This will be over faster if you don't mess around." Timmy used his other hand to hold Foop in place while he washed the soap out of the baby's hair.
Foop paid him no mind and slid over a few more inches, closer to the tub's ledge. Once he was close enough, he dunked his head into the tub, out of Timmy's grasp, and came up near the edge. He quickly grabbed his bottle, poofing himself dry and dressed. "Now my dear brother, you shall pay for humiliating me, the great Foop!"
Anti-Fairy magic surrounded the two of them as they were transported out of the castle bathroom and into another dimension.
Timmy viewed the new surroundings, feeling an awfully powerful sense of dejavu come over him. He had been here before…
The place seemed to be a cave of some sort. Loud roars resonating from the deep darkness alerted Timmy to the fact that he and Foop were not alone.
"Ready, Timothy? Prepare to meet your end!" The baby sent a bolt of lightning spiraling into the darkness, lighting the cave.
A dragon rose from the depths of the cave, angry at having been awakened from its slumber. Nostrils flaring, it marched forward to destroy the foolish creatures who dared intrude upon its territory.
It was the Camelot Dragon.
"Not this again." The black-clad boy searched the cave for the mystical sword. This was the same cave he had had to save his parents from last year during the Camelot festival. This time he had no armor, no shield, and no King Arthur to save him.
"Dragon!" Foop shouted. "Attack the pathetic human child!"
Too bad for Foop, he had not been in the world long enough to learn that dragons listened to no one.
The dragon reared its head back and unleashed a storm of flames on the unsuspecting anti-fairy baby.
"You dare go against me?" Foop waved his little fist around menacingly. "I shall destroy you!" He aimed his bottle at the dragon and blasted it with a beam of magic.
The smoke cleared, yet the dragon remained standing, completely unscathed.
"What? Impossible! Nothing can withstand my magic!"
The dragon inhaled, preparing to launch another attack at the clueless baby. He exhaled, sending out more flames, but missed his target.
Timmy had launched himself forward, grabbing Foop and rolling out of the way of the attack just in time. "Don't you know anything?" He yelled at the child in his hands. "Magic doesn't affect dragons. Not fairy magic, not pixie magic, and not anti-fairy magic!"
"Really?" Foop began pulling at his facial hair in thought. "So I could have been…"
"Yes, Foop. You could have been killed." Timmy hadn't really been paying attention to Foop while he spoke; he was more interested in finding out where the dragon had gone off to. He hadn't found their hiding spot, had he? A tight pressure on his stomach caused him to gasp rather loudly.
Foop had his arms grasped tightly to the front of Timmy's stomach. "You saved me… Even after I tried to kill you, you still saved me…"
"Yes, Foop. You're my little brother now, I can't let you die." Not to mention the fact Anti-Cosmo would have probably dismembered him for letting Foop get into trouble. The baby in his arms began crying into his shirt.
"Such a cruel world we inhabit, yet you still held out an arm to a fallen brethren, be he-"
"Now's not the time for Shakespeare, Foop!" Timmy clamped a hand over the child's mouth. Don't get him wrong, it really was a sweet sentiment, but he couldn't risk having the dragon hear them until he had found the sword. "Can't you teleport us out of here?" He whispered. "You brought us; your teleportation abilities must be good enough to get us back."
"No." Foop whimpered back.
"Why not?"
"I know how to get here; I don't know how to get back."
Why oh why did he agree to baby sit the child? At least the dragon had not found them yet.
Unfortunately, Lady Luck was not on his side that day.
The dragon swooped down from above, threatening them with its pronged talons.
Timmy slid out of his hiding spot. He took Foop and threw him into the opposite direction, deeper into the cave. "Look for a sword!" He yelled. "I'll keep it distracted!"
"Right. A sword." Foop mumbled to himself, flying deeper into the cave. "If I was going to hide the one thing that could destroy me, where would I put it?" He paused. "There would be no such thing! Nothing can destroy the great Foop!"
His proclamation must have been louder than he thought, for he was reprimanded by his godbrother. "Focus! There's a big scary dragon here!" Timmy yelled from the mouth of the cave.
"Dragon, almost forgot." The cube baby pondered a moment longer. "Aha! The nest. I must find the dragon's nest!"
Bravely, he flew at his fastest speed to the very end of the cave, finding exactly what he was looking for. The nest laid there in plain sight. It was massive in size, made mostly of straw and bones, probably human.
It wasn't the nest that was all that interesting, but its contents. There was no magical glowing sword, but there was a nice pile of dragon eggs.
This was a she dragon. This would work perfectly!
Timmy ducked under a rock just in time. His clothes were singed in several places, but he had still managed to escape being burned. That badly.
This dragon was angry, angrier than usual. He had disrupted dragons before, but none had attacked him such ferocity as this one.
What had they really done to anger it?
The dragon raised its claw to crush Timmy in his hiding spot.
Well, this was it. At least he would never have to get a job or finish school.
Just as the claw was about to make impact, it stopped in midair. The dragon turned to the back of the cave, its eyes narrowing. It ignored the boy and took off for its nest.
Timmy got up, following close behind. Foop was back there, he couldn't let the boy get hurt!
The dragon stopped in front of its nest, completely petrified.
Foop was standing over a cluster of dragon eggs, bottle pointing down towards them. "Stand down, beast! Or your children shall feel my wrath!"
The dragon paced around the nest nervously. She wanted to attack, but did not want to risk harming her eggs. Reluctantly, she backed away.
Timmy took the opportunity to grab Foop and make a mad dash for the exit. They had not been able to defeat the dragon, but they had at least managed to get out with their lives. Gasping for breath, he set the child down on the grass. "Great, we got out of that mess, but how are we supposed to get home?"
"Wait! To get back, I just need to follow my footsteps. I know how to get home from here!"
Timmy sighed heavily. He had to resist the urge to yell, Foop was after all, only a baby.
The blue child whipped out his bottle and sent the two of them home.
"My, my, I must say I'm rather impressed." Anti-Cosmo never expected to come home to a bathed, fed, and sleeping Foop. He thought for sure the house would be a mess or something would be on fire, yet here was Foop, asleep on his godbrother's lap.
"See, I told you I could handle it." Timmy waved his compliment off as if he did not have to spend the afternoon running for his life.
"I'll take over from here. You can go to sleep now." Anti-Cosmo took the sleeping baby from his godson.
Timmy happily handed him over and marched upstairs for a night of well-earned rest.
"Oh, Timothy?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you clothes burned?"
Darn! He knew he had forgotten something! "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Awwww, Foop likes his big brother now. I told you he would warm up!
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