The moonless night was illuminated by thousands of twinkling stars. The firework show would begin soon.
Timmy Turner sighed from his position between his parents. Both Mom and Dad were sitting and just talking, while their only child kept his eyes on the white specks of light. He almost wished his fairly odd parents could have been here tonight, so he wouldn't be board. Then again, it was either the goldfish helping him survive Vicky's wrath, or time with his usually absent and unobservant parents.
"Oh, look, son! The rockets are being shot off!" Mom Turner was giddy with joy to see the red flash of light and short-lived sparkles. Dad Turner just turned his neck to see what the Dinkleburgs were doing.
Not impressed with the colored flashes of light, nor the patterns that quickly faded, Timmy opened one eye and watched the newest rocket explode in mid-air. "It's nice, mom."
Dad snorted. "At least the neighbors have never done anything as cool as watch the fireworks show from their rooftop!"
Timmy reluctantly sat up. "Yeah, they're probably sitting with all the other adults on the school lawn area." Like Chester and his dad, or AJ and his folks the lonely child thought.
A blast of frigid cold air shot past the three Turners, leaving icicles in Mrs. Turner's long brown hair. "That's odd." Her husband didn't notice anything amiss. Neither did her son, who was more interested in the blue shaped stars that didn't disappear at all-no these blue pinpricks of light just floated up in the sky, and Timmy might have said they glowed from within, but there was no way he was going to allow one of Cosmo's pranks to scare him. Even if this effect was unnatural and sure to be seen and fixed by Jorgan Van Strangle before the night was over.
The three Turners were far enough from the launch pad of the rockets to not be deafened by the noisy blasts from the ground-bound shriekers. They were probably the only ones in the entire city of Dimsdale to hear two figures fighting up in the sky.
One of the two ghost-like figures was blue-skinned and his black hair highlighted the vampire look the elongated canines and solid blood-red eyes gave him. He wore a light blue robe lined with red velvet and black boots. The younger one, wore a black-skin tight suit and was visible only by his glowing green eyes and bright white hair. They were trading punches in mid air.
The fireworks were forgotten for the most part, but they did provide spectacular background strobe-light effects every time one exploded. All that could really be made out were "ouch" and "That hurt, Insolent boy!"
Altogether, it proved an unforgettable night after all-even though Timmy would much rather have spent some of the time with his floating godparents.
Disclaimer: My story, but not my characters. Butch Hartman designed these worlds and individuals. Tell me where I can improve if I didn't do justice to both realms/realities.