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Oh, dear.....it's been quite some time....my bad, my bad, my bad!

Sorry I've been gone for so long, people...I've been gone at camp. I'm a little sad, too....I was working on a previous story beforehand, and I accidentally deleted the whole thing. :(

And now, with the fact that I just had the brace taken off my leg-hooray ^^-and that the custody circumstances switched, my life is going to become a lot more complicated.

I plan to apply for a job soon at the library.....and, in between school and my weekend custodial visits...I'm going to be extremely busy. But Fanfiction is a very important aspect of my life, and I refuse to let it die.

Oy.....Que Sera Sera. I do hope you like it!

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The ten year old buried his face in his hands, pink hat bouncing off his head, and glancing off his shoulder.

This beat being chased by a sporadic and crazed Eliminator dragging him to a whirlpool of death-by a longshot, don't get him wrong-but, after

all these hours of simply wathing and staring and constant pacing....

Timmy sighed, staring at the endless vacumn of space from the cool windowglass of the cruiser.

Hopefully, he'd have a way to contact his godparents soon....he was beginning to THINK.

Thinking was bad. Well, not in general, of course-only Cosmo would say such a thing-but if left alone for such a long time, what else did he have to do but ponder this situation?

One Eliminator? It should be so easy! Poof could take down a torrent of them!

And he was a baby. A BABY!

Timmy fidgeted uneasily.

Why wouldn't Wanda and Cosmo try to contact them? Did something happen to them?

Timmy kept glancing uneasily at the clock-a bit of a useless action, seeing as the numbers weren't numbers at all-but what looked like ABC

gum...

Any moment now, the three would poof up.

And, at any moment, the Eliminator would be destroyed-and life could regain some resemblence to sanity.

.....

Any moment now....

But, as Timmy sank his elbows on the nearby table, and then, his head-he simply waited.

Still nothing came.

* * *

After awhile, Timmy looked up with a sigh, rubbing at red eyes.

This was it.

Something HAD to happen.

....or else, the ten year old boy thought he might just go crazy.

Mark was still at the controls, humming occasionally as he twisted the wheel counterclockwise

every now and again.

It had been a full six hours since they left Yugopotamia, and like any responsible, mature ten

year old, Timmy had something to say about that.

"I'm booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedddddd."

Mark just grinned.

"Shyeah, Turner, dude. We've only been on this flight for....uh......"

"SIX HOURS, MAYBE?!"

Mark shrugged.

"More or less. I dunno."

Timmy buried his face in his hands.

"Where are we going, anyway? You mentioned..." Timmy racked his brains for a moment or two.

"....some place where the Eliminator is likely to find me?"

Mark grinned again, adjusting the controls slightly at starboard.

"Shhhhbingo. I know the perfect place! And a very lovely one at that!"

Timmy gulped.

If Mark thought a place looked lovely, that usually spelled a whopping "Uh-oh" for Timmy.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It had taken exactly three seconds-longer then Cosmo would've preferred-but it had been done.

Every street in Dimsdale had signs carpeted over fences, streetposts, lampposts, one was covering a very confused cat's back.....

And they all read the same thing: Below Timmy's picture, there was a large, blaring blue shade

of blurring color with bold red lettering:

Have you seen this boy?

But that was the entire problem.

No one had a CLUE where Timmy might be.

Wanda sighed as she poofed up a clothespin over her nose, frowning at the enormous piles of garbage that Cosmo and Poof were busy diving into. She slowly shook her head, a trifle exasperated.

Men. Couldn't live with them-but she couldn't imagine her life without Cosmo, Poof....

...and the pink hatted boy of ten.

The pink haired fairy shook her head as she continued to call out, the revolting fumes making her dizzy.

"Mark! MARK!"

But there was no answer. Wanda frowned.

Was thge alien pretending to be a child again? A teenager?

Wanda tried again, fluttering over the enormous piles of things looking like they were scraped off from the bottoms of boots.

"Prince Mark? Mark Chang? Justin? Jake? ASTIN?!"

But there was still no answer. Wanda rolled her eyes, yanking Cosmo by the ears out of the trash, and settling him firmly on the ground.

A head popped out of the trash, looking very annoyed.

"HEY! I was here FIRST!"

And, without really looking at the stricken fairies, Chester dived in again.

Poof blinked, then fluttered over the recyclables, looking puzzled.

His eyes widened.

"Poof...?"

Cosmo, head covered in the bones of dead fish, scratched his forehead.

"Cool! Chang's ship does tricks!"

Wanda scowled.

The man she loved most was probably the biggest idiot in living existance. She sighed.

"....tricks?"

Cosmo chuckled merrily.

"Well, yeah! It did a Houdini!"