"Aww, come on, Poof! Don't be like that!" Cosmo, pleaded the purple-haired baby, who was hiding behind a fake potted plant in the lobby of Fairy Headquarters—the building where they had been for the past several hours.

Poof remained diligent, wrinkling his nose and shaking his head petulantly from behind the plastic yucca leaves.

"Poof! You realize this is all your mama's fault, don't you?" Cosmo continued, waving his hands emphatically, "She was the one who came up with the idea! You can't be mad at me, I was unmercifully dragged into it!"

Poof looked up at Cosmo and glared at him, his lips in a stubborn pout. He was still wearing Timmy's hat, and when he looked up it slumped over his eyes.

Cosmo regarded Poof and the hat sadly. He reached out and gently nudged the hat above the baby's eyes. "You know...Timmy was the one who messed up the plan, anyway," he said. "You can't be that angry at us! How were we supposed to know how happy he'd be that way?"

Poof gave him an even more angry look and defensively pulled the pink hat back down to cover his face.

Cosmo frowned. "Okay, so maybe it wasn't a perfect plan." he paused. "...but like I said, it wasn't mine."

Poof just floated there, crossing his arms with a hat over his face. Cosmo crossed his arms, too.

"It's not like this is the stupidest thing anyone's ever done, Poof!" he exclaimed. "It's not like this is the stupidest thing we've ever done!"

Poof pushed his hat back off his face and looked at Cosmo vexedly.

Cosmo didn't look at Poof but stared blankly ahead as his realizations came together. "Of course, none of those times involved us losing our...favorite godchild...that we...loved and cared more deeply for than any other godchild we've ever had..."

Cosmo's lip quivered and he collapsed down in front of Poof, who narrowed his eyes at him.

"I'm sorry, Poof!" he exclaimed, joining his hands in a begging gesture, "Please, please forgive me! I can't speak on behalf of your mama but forgive ME, at least!"

Poof turned his head away from Cosmo and looked in the other direction, unmoved. Cosmo noticed this and regathered himself, getting up and taking an authoritative stance.

"Poof, you listen to me!" he said, raising a finger in the air, "If you don't stop ignoring me and refusing to forgive me then I'll...I'll...set myself on fire!"

With his back facing Cosmo, Poof ignored him.

Cosmo balled his fists. "And don't think I won't!" he insisted. "Because I will!"

Poof continued to ignore him.

"Alright, fine, Poof!" Cosmo exclaimed. "I tried reasoning with you but you've left me with no choice!"

Cosmo poof!ed up a giant flamethrower.

"I'm gonna do this!" Cosmo yelled. "You've missed your chance! You can't stop me!"

Poof poof!ed up an umbrella and held it over his head apathetically to shield himself from the giant wave of fire that erupted behind him, Cosmo screaming in the background.

After the fire ended, Poof poof!ed the umbrella away and crossed his arms again, maintaining his indifferent stance.

Cosmo, who was now a pile of ash on the ground, managed to raise his wand and poof! himself back into regular fairy form. He glared at Poof. "Don't you keep ignoring me, young man! And don't pretend that I did that for no reason, either! I set myself on fire to try and prove a point to you!...even though I'm not exactly sure what it was!"

Poof yawned, still facing the other way. Cosmo grew angrier by the second. "Poof! If you don't—I'm gonna—if you...if you...I..."

Cosmo bit his lip. After a few more seconds, he dropped his hands and hung his head in defeat.

"Oh, who am I kidding, you have all the right in the world to be mad at me," he spoke miserably. "I...I'm sorry, Poof. I loved Timmy just as much as you did. I'm sorry."

Poof did not turn around to look at his father. Cosmo looked up at Poof and sighed, degradedly backing away from the yucca plant.

The green-haired fairy adjusted himself and floated out into the middle of the lobby he and Poof were in. Practically nobody else was in the building. Considering it was a Sunday morning, it wasn't particularly odd, but still a bit eerie how large and empty the HQ was.

Cosmo floated out of the lobby and down the connected hallway. The first door was to Jorgen's office—the same one he, Wanda, and Poof were automatically transported to the dreaded night before. Cosmo went inside the room.

Jorgen wasn't there, but Wanda was. She was busy sorting through the many files of the Potential Godchildren drawer, different papers and files scattered around everywhere. Her back was turned to the door.

"Wanda," Cosmo said.

Wanda lifted her head in surprise and turned around to face Cosmo and the doorway. "Oh, good, Cosmo, you're back. You can help me look through these files now."

Cosmo gave her a sad expression. "I don't want to," he mumbled.

Wanda gave him a slightly annoyed, slightly empathetic look. "Well, we have to. And me doing it all alone is going to take twice as long if you don't help me."

"But I don't want another godchild, Wanda!" Cosmo emphasized. "I want Timmy back!"

Wanda narrowed her eyes and began flipping through the files again, turning her back to Cosmo. "Well, we can't always get what we want," she said irritably. "We have to face it, Cosmo. Timmy doesn't need us anymore. His life is perfect now, and we shouldn't be with a child who doesn't need us."

"But—!" Cosmo exclaimed, "But we're the ones who made his life perfect!...On accident, but still. It was us! We magically turned his life perfect."

Cosmo flew farther into the room, closer to Wanda and the desk. "So...so...what's the point if we can do the same thing for all of these kids?" he gestured to all of the potential godchildren files laid askew, "If we can just automatically turn their lives perfect like we did to Timmy? Without a wish, without them even knowing? What's the point of having fairy godparents then, if it's that easy?"

He paused, retreating from the desk.

"What's the point of...us?"

Wanda, who still had her back turned, stopped rifling through the papers.

Silence filled the room for a few agonizing seconds, before Wanda began to flip through the files again.

"Help me look through these files, Cosmo," she said quietly.

Cosmo frowned, wringing his wand in his hands, "But Wanda, didn't you hear what I just sai—"

"Help me look through these files, Cosmo," Wanda repeated coldly, in a grave tone.

Cosmo dropped his hands to his sides slowly.

"...okay," he said dejectedly, flying up beside her at the desk.

The hunchbacked man stood proudly pointing a finger at the boy sitting in front of him, panting.

"So, you thought a change of your wardrobe and a move across the town was enough to stop me? Well, you were certainly wrong about that."

Timmy stared at him in surprise for a few seconds.

"Mr. Crocker?" he exclaimed, incredulous. "What do you want from me?"

"I think you know exactly what I want from you, Timmy Turner," Mr. Crocker raised his eyebrow smugly, "if that is your real name."

"Well, it's not," Timmy replied crossly, "Not anymore. Why does it matter to you? I'm not even in your class anymore. Can't you find some other random kid to harass?"

"NO!" Crocker bellowed. "Because none of those other children possess what you possess, Turner! And I'm here to prove that all of this good fortune so quickly bestowed upon you is indeed the work of your...FAIRIES!"

"What the heck are you on, you crazy old man?" Timmy snapped. "I don't have fairies!"

"LIES!" Crocker shouted, "Deny all you want, but you can never hide the truth from me, Turner! Neveeeeeerrrrr! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Timmy did not move, he just sat on the bench staring blankly at Crocker.

Crocker stopped laughing after a few seconds. He frowned at the boy. "What are you still doing here? You're supposed to be making a run for it while I chase after you." He waved in a shooing motion at Timmy. "Go on, now!"

"I'm not going to make a run for it because I have nothing to run from," Timmy said flatly. "I told you already. I don't have fairies."

Crocker glared at him. "Of course you do! How else did you life become so perfect so quickly? Riddle me that!"

Timmy rolled his eyes. "I don't know, but it wasn't because I had fairies. You need some serious help."

"Of course I do!" Crocker shouted, "but that doesn't take away from the fact you have FAIRIES."

"I don't have fairies," Timmy insisted.

"Do too!"

"Do not."

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"DO TOO!"

"Do NOT!"

"DOOO TOOOOO!"

"DOOOOO NOT!"

"Alright, THAT'S IT!" Crocker shouted, hoisting the boy up by his shirt collar. "I will prove to you that I know you have fairies, there will be no more denying!"

Crocker reached into his pocket with his free hand and produced a remote. He held it in the air and pressed a button.

"TO THE CROCKER CAVE!"

Crocker's corresponding Unsuspecting Van drove itself up to the curb of the street. He jumped in the van and pulled Timmy in with him—with strangely nobody else at the park noticing/caring that an old man was taking a young boy with him into a van—and sped off.