It was a weird morning for Timmy Turner. It wasn't weird because of something the pink-hatted boy wished for though. When he woke up, he got the typical "Hey, Timmy. We're going to go do something really cool and you can't come. Don't worry, though. Vicky's coming over to babysit," from his parents. However, when Vicky arrived, she was carrying some random sleeping girl around Timmy's age she said she found on the streets. This is in contrast to her typically demanding Timmy do back-breaking chores.

"I don't know where she came from, but she was screaming about her mommy and daddy before she collapsed," Vicky explained. "I've been searching all morning for her parents."

"Why," Timmy asked. "That doesn't seem like you, Vicky."

"Usually, parents who lose their children would give a cash reward of thousands of dollars to whoever finds their daughter and I found their daughter," Vicky replied with dollar signs in her eyes. "I may be heartless, but I'm also motivated by money."

Timmy sighed. "Of course."

Vicky placed the girl on the couch. "Now, I don't want to risk getting sued by her parents if she gets injured while you're doing chores and I'm sure the parents would only give the cash reward if their child is in one piece, so I won't force you to do chores today, twerp."

"Wait really?" Timmy asked in disbelief.

"Don't get used to it," Vicky replied, turning on the TV and sitting on the couch next to the other guest of the Turner household.

Timmy was unconvinced, but ultimately shrugged it off and went to his bedroom to talk to his "goldfish" who turned into his fairies.

"Cosmo. Wanda. Vicky found some girl on the streets and she's trying to find her parents," Timmy told.

Cosmo laughed. "Good one, Timmy. Vicky's never nice to children."

"Apparently, she's in it for the cash reward," Timmy shrugged. "Good news is she's not going to make me do chores today."

This only caused Cosmo to laugh even harder, while Wanda tried to get more information.

"Did this girl say anything about being lost in the first place?" Wanda asked.

Timmy shook his head. "She was sleeping on her back when she came in."

Wanda raised an eyebrow. "Sport, it sounds like Vicky kidnapped the girl to make a quick buck."

Timmy thought this over for a moment, slowly realizing how plausible Wanda's theory might be. "You might be right, Wanda, but I'd rather not confront Vicky about it because I don't want to be forced to clean the bathrooms again."

Timmy kept rubbing his chin thinking about how to deal with this weird situation.

Then it hit him.

"I wish the girl Vicky brought in woke up, so I could ask her about Vicky."

POOF!

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes. Her surroundings seemed unfamiliar to her. The first thing she noticed was the color TV in front of her. It was completely unlike any color TV she saw advertised on her TV back home. Turning to her right, she saw the girl she initially ran to screaming for help finding her parents. She was pretty sure she fell asleep afterwards because she couldn't remember anything after that.

Thinking back to her parents, she knew they really loved her, but they never had any time to bond or anything. They were either busy with work, especially her mother, who was a nurse, or they went out to go on dates. Either way, she was always left alone with one of the worst babysitters ever.

"Why are you shaking like that, twerpette?" questioned the older girl, who never took her eyes off the TV.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Charlotte shook her head, the weird nickname flying over it. "S-sorry, I was thinking about my parents."

She still stared at the TV, pushing the device's buttons on occasion. "I was trying to find them all morning. No luck. I'll try again later."

"Okay," was all Charlotte could reply, thankful that the girl was trying to help. "Do you have any food?"

The girl shrugged. "I don't live here and the people that do hired me to babysit their son. For all I know, the fridge is empty."

Charlotte looked at her surroundings, not seeing the babysittee. She decided to crack a joke, hoping to calm herself down. "Well, you're doing a bad job because I don't see him."

"I'm right here," called a voice. Turning to the sound she saw a boy enter the living room. He was a weird boy, not because he wore a lot of pink, but because of his front teeth. He looked kind of like a beaver-boy hybrid. Beaver or not, seeing another kid around managed to calm her down enough.

He waved at Charlotte. "Hi, I'm Timmy."

"I'm Charlotte," came the ordinary reply.

Timmy nodded and looked over Charlotte, probably at his babysitter. He walked quickly toward the couch and whispered into her ear. "Blink twice if Vicky's holding you hostage."

She only blinked once and whispered back. "What are you talking about?"

Timmy raised an eyebrow. "You mean my babysitter didn't kidnap you for money?"

Charlotte raised an eyebrow back. Timmy was definitely talking about the girl she was sitting next to. "I don't think so. She's helping me find my parents after I basically screamed at her for help. She's been looking all morning."

"It was so difficult," Vicky groaned, having just eavesdropped on the conversation. "I hate being nice."

"Huh, that sounds oddly believable," Timmy said nonchalantly before shrugging and walking away. "I'm going back to my room."

"I don't care," Vicky shouted back before turning to Charlotte. "You should probably follow him. I don't exactly watch shows that your age group is interested in."

She threw a weird looking camera at her. "If he gets maimed or something, record it."

Charlotte examined the camera, unsure of what each button does. Vicky noticed this and sighed. "That button records and that button turns the camera on and off," she said, pointing to the respective buttons.

"Oh," she said. "So, if you don't like being nice, why are you helping me?"

"Wouldn't your parents pay good money to see you again?"

Charlotte stared at the older girl. "I guess."

"I thought so," Vicky replied. "Now go and play with the other twerp or something."

Charlotte sighed and went to find the other "twerp," whatever that means. "She's a weird girl. What kind of a name is Vicky anyway?" she muttered to herself.

"So this girl about your age just stumbled across Vicky screaming for help to find her parents?" Wanda asked.

"To be fair, I don't think she knew who Vicky was, and she seemed a bit shaky before she saw me." Timmy replied.

"I mean kids are usually scared when they're not around their parents, so that might be why," Wanda said.

Timmy thought for a moment. Maybe a wish might solve this whole thing.

He snapped his fingers. "I got it. I wish Charlotte's parents came over to pick her up."

Cosmo and Wanda waved their wands, only for them to deflate. Timmy sighed, being accustomed to making wishes that break Da Rules.

"What's wrong?"

There was a knock at the door. He had to told that thought for later. Naturally, Cosmo and Wanda turned back into goldfish before Timmy answered the door.

"Hey, Timmy," waved Charlotte with a camcorder in her hand. "Your weird babysitter sent me up here to film you getting injured."

"Of course she did," Timmy rolled his eyes walking back to his bed and lying down. "Don't bother using it. There's no way I'm getting hurt in my room."

"I don't really know how to use it anyway," Charlotte shrugged walking over to the chair next to the... mini-TV-thingy and sitting down. She turned around to notice Timmy tapping on some strange device. "What are you doing?"

"Playing a game," Timmy said, not taking his eyes off the device. "Wanna play?"

Charlotte hesitated. Whatever this game was, it certainly wasn't anything like the games she plays with her friends like tag or hopscotch. "I don't know."

"Come on, it's fun! You're in a spaceship trying to escape an alien planet after you rescued someone who got abducted and they're chasing you to try and capture them again."

"Are you sure you're not just watching a movie or something?" Charlotte asked. She heard a lot of stories about aliens back home, especially in movies and TV shows.

"Uhh, it's like a movie, but you're controlling the main character." Timmy explained.

"Ohhhhhh, I get it now." Charlotte nodded. "Yes, I'll play with you."

"Well, only one person can play at a time," Timmy said. "You'll have to wait until I'm done playing first."

"Okay," Charlotte said turning back to the mini-TV-thingy. "What's this thing on your desk?"

Timmy looked up from the device he was holding and looked at Charlotte funny. "Okay, not knowing what a Game Boy is I can understand, but there's no way you don't know what a computer is."

"Not really," Charlotte replied. "What does it do?"

"It does a lot of things like send mail to friends in minutes, play games, and stuff like that," Timmy explained. "Do your parents not have one of these?"

"I don't think anyone in my neighborhood does," Charlotte said, surprised. "Is this new?"

"No it's not. I've had it since I was seven or eight," Timmy said, growing concern for this strange girl. "Are you poor or something?"

"Actually my parents are very wealthy," Charlotte stated matter-of-factly.

"And you don't have a computer?" Timmy asked, his mouth agape. "I thought rich people bought the latest technology."

"This isn't the latest technology?" Charlotte nearly screamed, turning back to Timmy. "When was this thing made?"

"I don't know. Probably around the late 90s," Timmy shrugged.

The confused girl chuckled a little. "You're lying. There's no way this thing would've been around in the 1890s."

Timmy was really concerned at this point. "1890s? I'm talking about the 1990s!"

Charlotte stopped chuckling. She was frozen there for a bit before she turned back to the computer. She didn't respond to Timmy as she stared down her own reflection in the black screen.

Timmy put his Game Boy console away. "Charlotte? Are you okay?"

"W-what year is it?" asked Charlotte.

"It's 2002," Timmy said.

"That's impossible, Timmy," Charlotte said worriedly.

The pink-hatted boy hesitated before asking a simple "Why?"

"Last I checked, it was 1968."