The new life at Dimmsdale elementary was sulky to say the least. None of the teachers wanted to do their jobs, the students rampaged all over and there was just no light in anything (figuratively and literally). This impacted the friends of Timmy the most, Chester and AJ paced back and forth past the door of the nurse's office, cursing themselves over not paying attention to their friend. After an hour the nurse's door swung open and the two boys leaped to the nurse's feet.

"Please miss, is our friend okay?" Chester and AJ asked, their eyes wide and blue.

"He is...fine, not a scratch or anything on him, he's just asleep now so I suggest not bothering him." The nurse said.

Chester and AJ thanked the nurse then walked passed her to see Timmy laying on his back, not a scratch or even so much as a bruise on him. His face turned into a scowl from time to time but the two boys thought nothing of it, they just re-fluffed his green giggling pillow, tucked in his pink blanket and re-soaked his purple wash-cloth. Chester patted Timmy on the head before he and AJ departed, they scratched their heads and ducked stray be-be bullets as they walked down the halls.

"Well how about that, Timmy doesn't have a symptom on him, he's as healthy as a new-born babe." Chester said.

"You'd think he'd be dead, but no he's fine, too fine." AJ said skeptically.

"Oh god, not more of your ridiculous skepticism."

"Look all I'm saying is Timmy has been a little too healthy lately."

Chester shook his and dodged a flaming rock as it sailed by while AJ continued to ramble on.

Elsewhere back in the nurse's office Timmy awoke startled, his eyes darted around the room, then he struggled to his feet, keeping his claws gripped to the walls. Timmy looked into his reflection, his skin and clothes were still dark and he still had his buck teeth, but now his ears were unusually pointy.

"Oh great, I get knocked out and wake up a Gothic elf." Timmy said rolling his eyes.

Cosmo sprang up at the sound of the word elf.

"Elves?" He angrily asked. "Where are those lousy, no-good losers? I'll slay 'em all!"

"Sweetie calm down, you're being stupid again and we have Timmy to worry about." Wanda said holding her son and stroking Timmy's black hair.

Cosmo just loafed about zipping through the air. Timmy patted Wanda's hand as he put on his back-pack and slinked out the door. Timmy decided to poof home, so he took out the magic room re-tracer he wished up a while back and poofed back to his room. Timmy wished the house was cleaned up as he was expecting a guest to come over, even if it was a crazy, psychopathic, over affectionate, little sister of his most hated enemy. Speaking of which the queen of hate was no where to be found. Timmy didn't want to give this any attention, by the time six a clock rolled around, the door bell rang, Timmy sighed then went to open the door, however instead of an over affectionate ten year-old, Mr. and Mrs. negligent were standing at the door.

"Hi Timmy were back from Russia!" Dad yelled.

"Did you miss us sweetie?" Mom asked.

"As much as I could." Timmy said. Timmy walked inside, somewhat disappointed that his stalker didn't show up.

"By the way dear, when did you start wearing black, and dye your hair...and grow out your nails...and get Elf ears?" Mom asked.

"Um...puberty?" Timmy said.

Mom and Dad gasped as Dad slammed a bowl of spinach over Timmy's head and Mom shoved him into a crude and small wooden box. Dad threw the box down the basement door with a couple bottles of water.

"You can come back when your seven-teen." Dad yelled.

Cosmo and Wanda poofed down into the basement and poofed Timmy out of the box. Timmy sat on the floor not facing them.

"Um sport, is there something we can do?" Cosmo asked.

"No, in fact...just take the day off." Timmy said in a cold and polite manner.

Cosmo and Wanda cocked their brows but did what Timmy ordered and Poofed away. Timmy chuckled in an devious matter switching into his Nega-Timmy form and booking up the stairs.