I loved all the feedback from the last chapter. It definitely makes up for the lack of reviews from the one before. Many of you seem to like how the story explores a number of viewpoints rather than simply stating in a single character's view. There are a couple of new viewpoints in this chapter, so I hope that makes you at least semi-happy.

I have a feeling that at least some of you will be upset of me before this chapter is complete. It would be too much to hope otherwise. But I can't avoid the topic forever. It was bound to come up, so I have to deal with the consequences. Still, I think you'll like it overall. Things are progressing.

They thought he was mad. They tried to hide it, but he knew. He'd heard them whisper when they thought he wasn't around. Of course, he'd also heard them whispering when they knew he was around. And he'd heard them discuss the topic rather frankly with each other. Then there were all those cases when they shouted at him about his insanity and obsession. And a few people were even working on making it into a song.

On second thought, maybe they weren't trying to hide it all that much.

Regardless, he knew that the general view of his mental health was rather dim, but he wasn't the crackpot that everyone assumed he was. In fact, he was the sanest man alive. All those people who mocked him and rejected the theories he proposed to them, they were blind fools who ignored the obvious. He was the only one who knew the truth.

Denzel Cocker, future ruler of the entire planet, knew about the existence at Fairy Godparents!

Oh yes, he knew about them. As long as he could remember, he'd known that those magical creatures were hiding among them. The man couldn't even remember when he recognized this fact; it happened so long ago that it practically defined his entire life. But even with all his efforts and increasingly effective technologies, he still lacked the conclusive and concrete proof that he needed to demonstrate the existence of Fairies. And he needed that proof. Or even better, an actual Fairy. Only then would he be able to prove everyone wrong and make them pay for all the years of doubt.

Currently, he was far closer to his goal than he'd been in the previous years. After so many children resulting in so many dead ends, the teacher had a solid lead in his class. Timmy Turner, an average kid that no one understands, has Fairy Godparents. Crocker did not have a single doubt in his mind. There were too many hints and signs for any other explanation. He'd even caught glimpses of the creatures, but he could never manage to obtain tangible, undeniable proof that would silence all those who believed him to be crazy. If only he could capture one of the Fairies, he could have both undeniable evidence and the ability to wield their magical power against the people who doubted. But Turner was a slippery fellow and always managed to wiggle free of Crocker's various attempts to expose the truth. He would not give up, however. Eventually, the smarter mind would prevail.

The hunchbacked man paced around the Crocker Cave. He had numerous plans stored down here, ranging from simple to extremely elaborate. A few were currently unworkable due to him lacking the materials, but he still had plenty of ideas to choose from. It was picking a plan that was presently causing him difficulties.

Ideally, he should choose one that takes advantage of Turner's weaknesses. He should pick one that forces the boy to expose himself, by making him wish for something that could not be explained away without magic. But what could possibly make Turner react like that? He took such great care to keep his Fairies hidden.

A brief reflection of the boy's past behavior and interactions brought up one possibility. There was a girl of the same age group that seemed to keep his attention. The girl, Trixie Tang, was of a far higher social rank and tended to minimize her interactions with Turner. Actually, most females had little to do with him. Though Crocker's memories of the Friday 13th dance were rather hazy, he seemed to recall that the boy had to find a date from a different school and even needed to share her with another youth. Of course, arriving at such a social event without a partner would have undoubtedly been deeply embarrassing for Turner.

As if a brilliant light had ignited above his head, the man's contemplation brought forth the clear answer. It would take a little preparation, but the timing was perfect. It was practically December anyway and any child would be happy for an excuse for fun. Turner wouldn't expect the trap until Crocker confronted him, in front of the boy's peers of the impossibility that he was demonstrating. The impossibility that only could be explained by Fairy Godparents!

The man began to laugh out loud, the crazed cackling not likely to do anything positive concerning everyone's view of his sanity. But no one was around to judge him currently, so a little maniacal laughter wouldn't hurt anything. His success could very well be on the horizon. This current plan was far more sensible than some he'd attempted in the past, such as the one with the painted tunnel and the giant tunnel. He couldn't fail this time. Turner would be trapped by his own actions and Crocker would finally prove he was right.

"Yes," he cackled loudly. "This time, he won't talk his way out. I'll win this time. I'll have his Fairy Godparents!"


Timmy stared at the blackboard numbly, his eyes half-way glazed over as Mr. Crocker diagrammed a rather complex flowchart of how certain historical events could have easily been the work of fairies. Even thought they all sounded completely farfetched, he was correct about at least some of them according to Cosmo and Wanda. The Black Plague sounded more like something his godfather would cause than Binky, but it was more surprising to learn that Crocker also suspected World War I as being the result of creative magical influence. Because of the weird coincidence of Archduke Ferdinand ending up passing the assassin, who was eating lunch, by taking the wrong turn. The boy had to admit that Mary Ann was a clever and evil little girl. Of course, once the man began to propose that disco was clearly the work of fairies, Timmy began to stop caring again. The boy wouldn't risk saying it out loud, but he really wished that something would happen to stop his teacher from talking. He was so bored.

"Students, I have a very special announcement," interrupted Principal Waxelplax over the intercom, thus answering the pink-hatted child's wish and silencing Crocker. "Next Friday night, we're having a dance for the older students to celebrate the coming winter holidays. This dance, the Snow Ball," she explained cheerfully as a few students rolled their eyes at the pun, "is for the fourth and fifth grade only, though anyone can attend as a date for one of our students. The cutest couple there will be crowned the Snow Ball King and Queen, so you better start finding your date quickly. The dance will start at seven, and the crowning should happen at eight-thirty. We hope to see you there."

Silence followed her announcement as the students glanced between each other. A few were clearly already trying to study the possible date options. Timmy already had his plan. He would have to act fast if he wanted to have the slightest chance. He might even need to use a little magic to catch her attention, but he would try a simpler method first. The boy would have to reach her first, before anyone else could ask her.

"Well, class, it would seem that there are some interesting events in your future," commented Crocker. "I suppose I could let you go to lunch a little early and you can socialize and discuss this particular development in more depth. After all, you don't want to show up without the perfect date and end up a complete social outcast because of that failure. Enjoy your meal."

Without further prompting, the entire student population of the class fled the room. Timmy's mind was on a specific goal. If he could plead his case quickly and effectively, he might be able to convince her to give him a chance. If she said no to his first try, he could always use a few wishes to make his second try more impressive. Either way, he would find a way to bring her to the dance.

Trixe Tang.


The black-haired girl laughed at a comment that the blond-haired boy had shared with his friend. Tad and Chad, regardless of how different in appearance they were besides their sunglasses, were practically interchangeable in personality. That was probably why she and Veronica, the girl with a blond ponytail that was considered her best friend, had no problem switching between the two boys. At least when she wasn't dating both at the same time. The four of them were undoubtedly at the top of the social hierarchy of the school. Granted, there were other popular students who could also access the table guarded by the large bouncer, but they were at the top of the ranks. This meant that Trixie was considered as the unreachable and unmatchable figure to be worshipped at a distance by her fellow students.

Of course, being placed on a pedestal like that wasn't always easy. There were perks, certainly. Everyone wanted to be her, she was insulated away from the more troublesome aspects of the school experience, and she was always assured of her importance and that she was noticed. On the other hand, maintaining her position was hard work. Appearances were everything for the popular kids. Perfect hair, perfect make-up, and the most expensive and latest clothes most always be in place. All of her interactions must be with students who are similarly popular or she would risk marring her image of perfection. And if she wasn't perfect in every way, she wouldn't be as important anymore. If she didn't maintain her popularity, she wouldn't be the center of attention. How would she know if she mattered if she didn't have so many people focused on her? The only measurement of her worth that she had was her popularity among her peers. So she had to keep herself perfect, regardless of the work involved. Popularity has its costs, but the benefits were worth it.

The announcement about the dance offered a chance to assert her rank among the students and reassure herself that no one could challenge her popularity. Being crowned as the Snow Ball Queen was her right, but she would still need to select a date that would complement her properly. And compliment. She would have to ensure that the boy that she went with would result in the best possible image. First, she would have to decide on the right dress of course. A blue dress, for example, would have a different effect if she stood next to Chad than if she was with Tad. And an emerald one would work better beside the blond-haired boy. But a sparkly white one would be more elegant and regal-looking on her. Choices. What combination of dress and boy would make the biggest impression?

"Hey, Trixie," a voice called abruptly, interrupting her pondering about the coming dance. A quick glance proved it to be an unpopular kid on the other side of the velvet rope who was just barely dodging the attempts of the bouncer to remove him. "I was wondering," he explained quickly, "if you'd like to go to the dance with me." He ducked beneath the man's large hands, continuing, "Just think about it. You'll look awesome in comparison and I won't be any form of distraction to anyone, so everyone will still pay attention to you."

It didn't take her more than a moment to realize that the unpopular kid currently trying to speak to her was Timmy Turner. He was the odd fluke in her perfect world. She didn't quite disregard his existence, even if he wasn't even close to her in the social hierarchy. He'd given up the chance of popularity to stand by his friends and he'd offered to be a friend to her who would accept her, even with her flaws, at her birthday party. It would have been nice to have a friend or a boyfriend who wouldn't be disappointed by the idea of the perfect girl being interested in video games or comics. But the few times she attempted to risk her standing at the school by giving the boy a chance, something would always happen to make her regret her actions. Trixie was the most desired girl in the entire school and yet he'd tossed aside her advances by saying that another girl deserved to be his valentine more or by claiming he felt nothing from her actions. It was frustrating. Timmy chased after her without hesitation, regardless of the obstacles in his way, but any chance she took was met with humiliating failure. And Trixie Tang would not be humiliated. She was too important and popular for that. She would not let some unpopular kid play with her emotions like that.

"Why would I go with you?" she asked, glaring at the pink-hatted boy. "I could go with any boy in the school."

Tad laughed, "Get real."

"The bucked-tooth loser probably won't be able to find a date at all," added Chad. "He keeps chasing after girls out of his league."

"Come on, give me a chance," Timmy begged, pausing in his dodging just long enough to give Trixie a pleading look.

Unfortunately, his pause was just the chance the large bouncer needed. His meaty hand wrapped around the boy and picked him up. Trixie gave Timmy a bored look.

"Unless you do something rather drastic and impressive, there is no chance that I would go to the dance with someone like you," she stated before waving her hand dismissively to signal the bouncer to remove the boy.

All the popular kids laughed as Timmy was tossed aside. Trixie joined in, even if it wasn't quite as amusing to her. It was a little flattering that he continued to pursue her, even if he was frustrating for her. But maintaining her popularity meant conforming to both the image and thoughts of the other popular kids. If they thought something was funny, she must also find it funny. Such is one of the prices of keeping her position and importance.


The moment she heard the announcement of the dance, the bespectacled girl with black pigtails felt a rush of desperate hope. Even if past experience would suggest the unlikeliness of it coming to pass, she needed to at least try. She could already see it happening. She would go with him to the dance. He would finally realize his love for her and agree to become her boyfriend. They would date all the way through the rest of school until they graduated from high school. Finally, they would have a June wedding with her in a long and flowing white dress and beautiful red roses everywhere. They would say their vows and they would be Timmy and Tootie Turner. It would be perfect.

Of course, she would have to ask him first.

Hunting down the boy wasn't too hard. Granted, the tracking devices she tended to employ to keep an eye on him seemed to malfunction regularly. Almost like magic. But she knew the best places to look for him.

Some people might see her behavior as mildly obsessive or stalker-like. What did they know? She loved him, but Timmy didn't like spending much time with her. Following him was the only way she could see him. She would rather be around him in a more ordinary method, but Tootie had learned a long time ago to accept whatever shred of goodness in her life that she could find. With a sister like Vicky, you didn't have an overabundance of pleasant moments to enjoy.

Not to say that her life was completely miserable. She had several friends, especially the troop members of the Sugar Cream Puffs. And they would spend time with her, unless there was the threat of Vicky's presence. She had her fun and wonderful days. They just so happened to be mixed in with the miserable ones that involved her sister. Or Timmy not noticing her unquestioning love for him.

Tootie positioned herself near the lunchroom exit. Timmy's attempts to get near the popular table was rather infamous, even if her class wasn't usually at lunch at the same time as Crocker's class. From her spot, the girl could easily witness the boy being forcibly ejected after his failed conversation with Trixie Tang. Honestly, she didn't see why Timmy kept trying to win her over. She was always mean to the wonderful pink-hatted boy. Okay, Trixie might be pretty. And tall. And popular. And she didn't wear glasses or have an evil sister. But she didn't love Timmy nearly as much as Tootie did. So Trixie didn't deserve him.

As soon as he landed after being tossed by the bouncer, the bespectacled girl zeroed in on her target and closed the distance between them. Tootie gave him a bright smile. She would have hugged him, but that would probably be too much at once. Maybe when they were further along on her plan to marry him, but not yet.

"Hi, Timmy," she greeted, leaning a little closer towards him. "Did you hear about the dance? It sounds so romantic."

"Uh… yes?" he answered uneasily, glancing around hurriedly.

Realizing he wasn't going to take a hint and ask without further prompting, Tootie continued, "I can't wait to go as your date. All you have to do is ask."

"Oh, well… the thing is…," he mumbled, his eyes zipping frantically around as if searching for something. Abruptly, he pointed behind her, "Look. A unicorn."

Even as she spun around in response, she realized it was a distraction. As she feared, he'd fled while her back was turned. It hurt that he was turning down her offer, just as he always did. No matter how many times he did this, it still hurt. But she'd experienced this rejection before and it would undoubtedly occur again. Still, Tootie knew that he would eventually be hers. The moments where he showed her kindness gave her hope.

Perhaps he would change his mind and ask her later. Or maybe he would see her at the dance, become dazzled by her appearance, and sweep her off of her feet as he realized is love for her. Of course, that would result in him agreeing to become her boyfriend. And then they would date and eventually get married. It would be perfect.


His first attempt to get Trixie to agree to go with him to the dance would have to be considered a total failure. He could admit it. He ended up being tossed aside by the bouncer and running away from Tootie's efforts to wrangle him into being her date. But Timmy did not think his goal was beyond all hope. She said that she could go with any boy to the dance; that meant she hadn't picked one yet. And, as long as she was still free, he could devise a method to impress her and change her mind.

"Operation: Date Trixie is still on," he muttered, hiding in a janitor's closet to avoid Tootie and hoping the bespectacled girl didn't appear any time soon. "Any ideas on how to win her over?"

"Limo filled with roses, soft violin music, and a box of chocolate from the most talented Swiss genius in history?" suggested Wanda, floating next to him in the small space.

"Fireworks, Chip Skylark showing up for a surprise concert, and half a dozen outfits from one of those expensive magazines with the super gorgeous supermodels," Cosmo contributed before noticing his wife's expression and added, "but who are nowhere near as pretty as Wanda."

"Poof poof," commented Poof helpfully.

"All good ideas, but it'll have to be perfect," the boy replied. "We need something that screams 'even though he isn't very popular, Timmy Turner can still offer you something no one else can.' What can I give her that no one else would even think of?"

Cosmo, peering around the small space they were hiding in, remarked, "Well, she probably doesn't have a nice mop like this one. Or that bucket. Or those…"

"No, something more romantic and awesome. Not something to clean with," interrupted the pink-hatted boy.

"How about you volunteer to get her a tiara?" suggested Wanda. "They'll probably have one for when they crown the Snow Ball Queen, but I'm pretty certain we can come up with something more impressive than what the school would provide."

Timmy grinned, "That's perfect. No one else would think of that and Trixie would love it. Thanks." Filled with renewed hope by his revised plan, he stepped over the bucket and moved towards the door. "I have to go to class now, but we'll try again first thing tomorrow."

"You got it," the green-haired fairy remarked before the three magical creatures turned back into school supplies.


Spying on events at the school was risky. Norm would be the first to admit it. But all his plans for vengeance that he kept mulling over kept running into the same problems. He needed to get closer and more information in order for them to work. And since he still wanted his revenge against Turner, he would have to take the chance.

He wasn't stupid enough, however, to appear in the boy's classroom. He didn't want Turner, his fairies, that crazed-up fruit-loop of a teacher, or (especially) Amanda to know he was skulking about. That could lead to far too many problems. Instead, his initial idea was to go straight to the top and follow the principal. The genie figured that, worst case scenario, he could shrink and hide in her beehive hairdo. It would provide a semi-effective place to scout out his target without getting too close and being spotted.

That plan was tossed aside as soon as the woman announced some kind of school dance over the intercom. That single concept spawned an idea that, while not enough to be considered a complete revenge, would undoubtedly cause the boy at least some level of suffering. And it wasn't fatal, so Amanda wouldn't get upset about her friend being harmed. Balancing between his desire to achieve vengeance against Turner and his determination to prevent the girl from being caught in the crossfire made his options limited, but Norm knew he could find a way.

His first encounter with the bucked-tooth loser involved him trying to use the wishes only for requests his fairies couldn't fulfill. The second wish, however, was the one that was inspiring the genie currently. Turner wanted a specific girl to love him. That request, of course, ended up being twisted, but that wasn't the point. The point was that the kid had a crush on the girl, Trixie Tang, and he would undoubtedly want to go with her to this dance.

He waited patiently until the black-haired girl was alone. Even if no one would likely notice or realize what he was doing, it was always best to minimize the number of witnesses. When she headed towards her locker, momentarily without any of her friends or admirers around, he snapped his fingers.

As soon as the gong erupted, the girl froze with a blank expression, her eyes vaguely glazed over. The moment passed quickly and she continued on her way again. But Norm had planted a small change in her head. It would wear off after the dance, but it would last long enough and it would even allow him to mess with the Tang girl a little too. She would be horrified by her behavior once she was returned to normal, Turner would be heart-broken, and Amanda would be oblivious. The genie couldn't keep the malicious grin off his face.


Today was not the best day of his life. He couldn't call it the worst day of his life. Sanjay wasn't going to exaggerate events to that degree. But it was certainly a rather negative situation currently and he held little hope for improvement.

It was the end of the school day and, rather than racing towards the buses with his peers, he was banging his fists against the inside of his locker door. Francis had crammed him inside the metal space. Unfortunately, none of the bespectacled boy's friends had been present at the time to witness the event. Thus, he as trapped inside his own locker unless someone heard him and opened the door. And he held low hopes of catching the attention of anyone who might help.

The sounds of the leaving students were beginning to fade away. Sanjay kept hitting the metal surface, silently wishing that someone would hear him. Otherwise, he was going to be stuck until the janitor started cleaning the hallways later. It would make him late getting home.

"Please, let me out," he called desperately. "I do not like it in here. It is too small and I do not wish to be late. Please, someone must help me."

"What's the combination?" a rather pleasant female voice inquired.

Relief rushed over Sanjay. He was getting out. He would have to thank her for helping. It was so nice he would not be stuck in his locker all afternoon.

"It is thirteen right, twenty-five left, and four right," he relayed quickly.

He listened eagerly as she spun the combination lock to the proper numbers. The boy was far too familiar with hearing that sound from inside his locker. Most of the time he was freed by Elmer or the janitor, but he was rarely released by a girl. Did he know this girl? She sounded vaguely familiar.

Finally there was a click as the lock opened and Sanjay pushed the door open. The bespectacled boy prepared to deliver a heart-felt thanks to his rescuer, but his jaw dropped in surprise.

Standing there with an odd expression on her face was Trixie Tang. The tall, dark-haired girl that Timmy pursued endlessly was the one who freed him. She never noticed him. He and Elmer were so far down the social ladder that they were beyond invisible to her and the other popular kids. But she was looking at him now.

Uncertain of how to respond to this serious breach in the normal social set-up, but knowing he should still say something to the person who let him out, Sanjay carefully stated, "Thank you ever so much for opening my locker."

Instead of pretending not to hear him or getting angry at being addressed by a loser, Trixie gave him an odd smile, "You're welcome. I've… seen you before. With the Other Empty Bus Seat. And a few times with Timmy."

"Yes," he acknowledged. "I am Sanjay."

This was so surreal. He was speaking to Trixie Tang. All other students had already left the hallway, meaning there were no witnesses for this odd moment. The bespectacled boy almost believed he fell asleep in his locker and was dreaming, but he knew that such a scenario would result in Timmy appearing to save him on a white horse rather than the most popular girl in the school. Even his imagination had limits.

After sharing his name, he still fully expected to have her forget it and maybe even end the conversation. Instead, she extended her hand.

"Well, it is very nice to meet you, Sanjay," she remarked, shaking his hand. "What were you doing in there?"

"Francis felt it was necessary to stash my fragile body into that tight space," explained the boy simply.

Her expression still a little strange, she shook her head, "That's simply terrible. He shouldn't do that to you."

Sanjay shrugged, "I am small, weak, and unpopular. I make an easy target."

The girl frowned, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear her vision and focus properly, and then shook her head again. She seemed a little distracted, but it quickly passed and she gave him a rather kind smile.

"I guess I'll have to fix that," she stated firmly. "Sanjay, how would you like to be my date to the dance?"

Okay, put the torches and pitchforks down. I have a few important comments to make before you try to hang me. I don't support the idea of Tootie and Timmy as a couple above all other possibilities. I don't support the idea of Trixie and Timmy as a couple above all other possibilities. I support both!

I think that either possibility has merit and could work if given the opportunity. If Tootie stopped coming on to Timmy so strongly and he was offered a chance to mature a little first, the two of them could be a cute couple. If Trixie gained enough confidence to no longer dictate her life according to other people's opinions and Timmy stopped trying so hard, they could be an equally adorable pair. Following this logic, neither girl will be portrayed as being perfect or as a heartless harpy or as a freaky stalker without any excuse for her behavior. Both girls have flaws, but they also have redeeming qualities that deserve to be pointed out.

Do not get into a major battle, clogging up the reviews with complaints that Tootie is the only person Timmy will ever love since they ended up together in the live action movie or that Trixie kissing him in Wishology is undeniable proof that they are meant to be. I can respect either viewpoint, but I don't want to have it turn into a huge argument between readers. Romance is not the focus of this story! It will never be the focus of this story! I am not here to spark off a shipping war between the different fans. And, before you ask, I am not trying to pair Amanda off romantically with Timmy either. While the boy might continue in his attempts to find true love, he isn't going to find it in this story.

And, yes, Norm just used magic to make Trixie ask Sanjay out on a date. I considered a number of possibilities, including going with just Tad or Chad, Chester, or even Elmer. Finally, I picked Sanjay because I hadn't shown his viewpoint yet. Norm has no qualms about using people in his plans. He used Chester in "Fairy Idol" after all. Just because he has a soft spot for Amanda doesn't mean he's lost all of his past characterization. Messing with Trixie doesn't bother him at all and even amuses since he knows it will hurt Turner.

I hope that most of you enjoyed the chapter. I love feedback (as long as it doesn't become a shipping war). So let me know what you think. Thanks.