Cooking was a stress-reducing activity that Wanda found fun. After a fun few minutes with her husband, they poofed down to the Turner's kitchen. Taking the pan she poured a lightly colored rainbow liquid into a baby bottle. Taking her wand she stirred the liquid until it was a fine rosy pink in color. It smelled of roses with a taste of strawberries. Since Timmy and Poof were now older making baby formula was kind of useless, but this was special. Since Timmy was nearing his first wean this was a nice just-in-case. And now that Crocker had them it was more needed now than ever, "Hey Wanda?" She looked over to her husband as she put the lid on, "I want a daughter. We have like six sons. We can afford to lose a few. It would be fun and we could bug Timmy and...our other son."

Wanda thought for a moment. As she screwed on the lid and poofed the bottle to a safe location. "A daughter huh?" She asked grinning, "I'd love to. And the boys would love her two. What would you name her?"

"Cosmrollea!" He said without skipping a beat, "She'd be named after me. What?" He asked, noticing Wanda giving her a strange loving glance.

"And how would you plan to have another child?" She asked curiously.

"Well we could have Timmy make another wish...or we could try another way. Though I'm not sure the name. I mean we do violate Da Rulez all the time," he said chuckling.

"Oh really mister?" Wanda grinned, "Well you better." With that, she leaned into him and kissed him. "Well before we start thinking about having a daughter. We need to get the boy's thoughts...Though I want a daughter."

"Yay!" Cosmo said happily.

"A daughter huh?" Cosmo and Wanda turned their head towards the entrance to the kitchen. As Mr. And Mrs. Turner returned from their nefarious adventures, "Where's Timmy?" She asked, "Playing with Poof...or?" Mrs. Turner asked, she was always worrying about him. Cosmo and Wanda looked at one another unsure of how to respond. "Alright what's going on?"

"Now honey relax," Mr. Turner said. "I know you're always worried about him since he got...well you know." Mrs. Turner glared at him, "And I'll head out of the room leaving you three alone. Ding."

"Dong!" Cosmo finished it off. With that, Mr. Turner left the room to do something else. Knowing full well know to get between his wife, the fairies, and Timmy. "Well, I'm gonna go.. read a brick." With that, he poofed away leaving Wanda and Mrs. Turner alone to talk. It was no secret that the two of them had a bitter relationship that was walking on thin ice.

"He got kidnapped by Crocker," Wanda admitted with a sigh. Timmy was going to school with Poof. Cosmo and I were doing some seminars. Something triggered Timmy's fairy side and me. He escaped...and when I told him not to. He went back down to earth and got caught. So Cosmo and I are planning on going to save him. We made a special baby formula. And now...we're going to go and save him." She scratched the back of her head, "Umhh after we save Timmy can we keep him in Fairy World? He's going to wean… its a fairy thing."

"Ah," Mrs. Turner said, "Well if you need anything-" she winced. Wanda looked at the woman unsure of how to help. There was nothing that could be done about it...the slow death of a woman. Who she had never been to found off, "I'm fine. I'm fine just going and lie down." Wanda raised her wand and poofed the woman onto a couch. An unfortunate side-effect of pure unbridled fairy magic pulsing through a human. Who wasn't meant to have this much magic...and there was nothing she could do. Nothing that any fairy could do...but help ease the pain.

Crocker could only enjoy the pure schadenfreude. His entire life...decades people made fun of him. Mocked him, ridiculed him. But now he had the unequivocally proof that fairies existed as he had... Two of them. And potentially more of them were on their way. A whole family or maybe just one fairy he was pretty confident they were children. But with anything that was magical one could never be quite sure walking through his giant castle of gold. For some strange reason he was wearing a blue suit that had a chin guard, but that was the strange thing. Watching the chaos as it overtook the world soon his slaves were going to bow to him. And eventually, he was going to find the fairies homeworld. Picking up the staff in his hand he peered into the small round ball where the two fairies were sleeping peacefully. How could anyone sleep through this? In the time of his great empire and altering history. They had the gall to sleep. "Denzel! What's going on? Why did the walls turn to gold?"

"What the?" He turned his attention to see his mother walking through the hallway. "Mother? What the heck? How are you...what?" He was fuming. With near-infinite magic at his disposal and his mother of all people was completely unaffected. Wearing her normal clothes, "Mother what are you doing here? This is my house now! My empire!"

"What the heck are they?" She pointed towards his staff, "And what are you talking about?" Raising his giant staff he blasted his mother with a wave of magic trying to get rid of her. Send her somewhere..and she stood there a moment later. Only this time with a smile on her face. "Denzel? What the heck did you just do to me? I feel great." She admitted.

"This isn't supposed to be happening! You should be bowing to me what are you still doing here unaffected?" Picking up the staff he used it to enlarge his size so he was towering over his mother who only stumbled back. And screamed filled the area as he decided to go through the walk. Screams filled the city as he grew larger to the point walking through the city was much easier. And no one was wearing slave customers or bowing to him. The entire city had been reworked in the vision of his empire, but none of them were listening to him.

"Hey what the heck?" Crocker hit the round sphere that contained the two fairies. Which startled the sleeping toddlers, "You two have some explaining to do."