Timmy squeezed his eyes shut and pictured things he knew. The first thing that popped into his mind was board games. The play things around him began to morph into a large figure with arms and legs. A panel of controls popped up in front of him. He grabbed the joy sticks and pulled upward. The green figure moved with him, smashing through the wall of building blocks and stuffed animals. He kicked and pushed until he saw him. There was Gary, standing alongside of his fairies with a surprised gasp on his face.
"Hi, Gary. Meet my pal The Surgeon General. Only for use by kids ten and up," His foot pressed the right petal and the general's foot came down towards Gary. He rolled out of the way just in time. "And this is my mind!"
"Hey, hey. Easy, dude. Remember all the good times we had?" He said backing towards the door behind him, "The teeter-totter, Ducky Land, therapy," Gary smiled, reached towards the handle, "the monster in the closet?!" A fuzzy green monster leaped towards Timmy with a roar. He flinched, but didn't scream.
"Hey, wait. I'm not afraid of that, because when I was six, I learned that it wasn't a monster in my closet. It was just a sweater!" Timmy said, firmly. The monster shrank in mid-air, taking its true form as an ugly, green cover-up. It landed softly in Timmy's hand "And you know what I learned at eight? I learned what a real monster was like," Timmy threw the sweater back into the air. Pale arms and panted legs grew out of it. A ginger head popped out of the top with a maniacal smile. "Gary, Vicky. Vicky, Gary." The titan grabbed Gary with a roar and swallowed him whole. Gary screamed something as he went down, but Vicky's stomach blurred it past the point of audibility. Cosmo and Wanda's restraints felt away with a thud.
"I'll miss Gary. You know, Gary, from the imagination fight-"
"You know, I'll sorta miss Gary, too," Timmy cut Cosmo off before he could continue his rambling. He wore a smile that was an odd mixture of sadness and relief, "Come on, let's get out of here." Cosmo and Wanda simultaneously poofed up an exit and they left.
Vicky spit Gary out with a complaint, "I hate cool." He shook the bile out of his hair and stood, walking over to the door in front of him.
"Hey, the door's open," Gary smiled, "Cool."