"Another Apartnership"

Timmy was sitting on the grungiest seat at the back of the school bus. Each time they drove over the tiniest pothole, he would fly a foot in the air. The back always got the brunt of the bouncing. To make matters worse, he was all by himself. His two best friends, Chester and A.J. had already been dropped off at their houses. Without any companions to talk to, Timmy began to relive the events of his day while adjusting the way he was sitting on the uncomfortable seat (the stuffing was coming out.)

"Let's see...Francis stole my lunch money just as I got to school, Crocker gave me another F on my homework, I had to scrounge in the garbage for lunch (and all I could find was gruel,) and the popular kids hung my Crimson Chin briefs on the flag pole. Mom and Dad have to go to an office party, so I'm stuck with Vicky for the evening. Things can't possibly get any worse."

Timmy stepped off the bus, just as it's exhaust pipe sputtered and released a smelly, dirty cloud of smoke around him.

"Could've done without that!!!" Timmy, while choking on the fumes, screamed to the bus disappearing in the distance. A few pedestrians stopped in their tracks and give him strange glances. Crazy old man Purdy from across the street yelled to his wife, "Call the funny farm, Reba! That Turner kid is talking to inanimate objects again!"

Timmy trudged inside his house to only be greeted by the shrill screams of Vicky. She was busy raiding the fridge and frustrated that the Turner family had not stocked up on her favorite junk foods.

"How did she get here so fast? Oh, yeah - broom travel is much faster than going by bus," Timmy thought to himself.

"Twerp, I thought I told you I wanted at least 3 bags of Cheese Pants in the pantry every time I come over! Go to the store and get some NOW!!! Oh, and I have this list of chores for you to do. Then it's BED!" Vicky, with difficulty, unearthed a list which looked more like a giant scroll from her pocket as she tried to juggle the large bottles of soda and bags of chips in her hands. The list included items such as "Fluff Vicky's pillow," "Change the TV channel for Vicky," and "Feed Vicky her Cheese Pants."

Timmy was really too tired to argue at this point.

"The Cheese Pants are up in my room, Vicky. Since I knew you were coming, I kept them up there so no one would eat them," Timmy lied.

"Okay, so GO GET THEM!"

Timmy ran up the stairs as fast as his little legs could carry him. As horrible as his day had been so far, he at least had his fairy godparents waiting for him. They always were excited to see him, and they always maintained cheerful dispositions. Timmy stepped into his room, looking forward to his usual greeting.

"Hey guys! Could you do me a favor? There's a fire breathing dragon downstairs in need of her Cheese Pa-,"

"I WISH I HAD NEVER MET YOU, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN IDIOT!"

Timmy ducked under his nightstand as a purple streak of lightning narrowly missed his ear.

"Oh YEAH?1 Uhhh...uhhh...I don't CARE!"

Sparks of light were erupting from Wanda and Cosmo's wands. Sparks were flying between the two of them as well. Timmy had never seen them so angry at each other. As each beam of magic missed it's target, it hit objects in Timmy's room. So far, his desk had turned into a rickety canoe, the carpet had turned into an ocean, his bed - a killer whale, and his nightstand was now a raft Timmy was holding on to dear life. Timmy tried three times before he was able to make his cries heard amidst their shouts.

"Cosmo and Wanda, what's going on?!" Timmy exclaimed.

Their bickering ceased momentarily when they saw their godson had arrived. Timmy was thankful for the respite from dodging potentially dangerous bolts of magic.

"Oh, Timmy, you're home," replied Wanda. "I'm afraid I have really bad news. Your ex-godfather messed up again, big time-"

"Wait, wait, what do you mean ex-godfather?" Timmy asked.

"That "person" over there was supposed to renew our contract so that we could continue being your godparents. He stupidly forgot to do it, and now we've been permanently reassigned to separate jobs!" Wanda turned to Cosmo. "You have done some pretty dumb things in your life, but this one tops them all. Now, because of you, we can't even see Timmy anymore!"

"Now just one minute, Wanda, I admit I've done some stupid - okay, lots of stupid things, but well...I...I didn't mean to!" Cosmo's lower lip began to quiver.

"Yes, well now we're awaiting our reassignments from the Head Fairy! You know, my mother warned me about marrying you. I should have known better. I could have married-"

"Don't say his name! Don't you dare say that name!" Cosmo threatened
.
"I don't remember why I ever broke up with him. I could have married, I SHOULD have married Juan-"

"Don't say it! I can't hear you!" Cosmo stuck his fingers in his ears. "LALALALALA!"

"-dissimo." Wanda finished.

At that moment, a large puff of fragrant purple smoke exploded in the air, and when it cleared, there he was, Juandissimo; his shiny black hair was flowing in the wind, and his bright purple eyes were sparkling. He was wearing a form fitting tee-shirt and black leather pants. He tossed his satin, crimson-colored cape behind him with a flourish.

"Deed somebody call me?" He flexed his large, rippling biceps, and his tight, white shirt tore off. Magically, another appeared over his perfectly toned torso.

"What are you doing here, fancy...hair...guitar...man!" Cosmo asked indignantly.

"Ahh...my beautiful Wanda." Juandissimo glided over to Wanda, and began to kiss her hand. "You are steel with zis...green boy. No matter. I am here with your new assignment, my sweet Wanda," began Juan.

"You are the Head Fairy now?!" asked Cosmo and Wanda together.

"Yes, I am. And Wanda, you are to come with me to Fairy World. I will show you zis new job I haf picked out ezpecially for you."

"What about me?" inquired Cosmo, sounding rather irritated.

"Ah, yes, you. Here - zis is for you." Juandissimo thrust a small, notarized document in Cosmo's direction. "Come Wanda."

"Good-bye, Tim-" Wanda began, but she and Juan disappeared before she could finish.

"Well, this has got to be the worst day in the history of anyone in the history of the world. I can't believe this. Cosmo, could you please turn my room back to the way it was?" Timmy asked as he eyed a shark fin passing dangerously close to his raft.

Cosmo appeared to be in a state of shock. He was looking at the paper Juandissimo had given him, and his eyes were welling up with tears. He burst into loud, and somewhat annoying sobs. Cosmo threw his hands in the air while letting go of the document, and covered his eyes. The paper floated over in Timmy's direction, and Timmy began to scan the sheet.

"Because of your constant bungling, the Council of Fairies, by the jurisdiction of the Head Fairy, have ordered that you are stripped of your title of "godparent." You will still be able to perform minimal magic, but you are no longer allowed in Fairy World. Dude, Cosmo, that's really harsh. I'm sorry." Timmy said.

"I...I miss WANDA!" Cosmo was blubbering and huddling in the corner, sucking his thumb. "Why did she have to leave me for him? What's so special about him anyway?"

"Well, I guess he's pretty handsome, and now he's got that powerful position as Head Fairy, and he's really buff..." Timmy began.

Cosmo's copious tears at this remark were making the water level go higher. Timmy figured that the only way he would get his room and his godparents back is if he somehow got Cosmo and Wanda back together. He just couldn't imagine life without his fairy godparents. They were like a surrogate father and mother to him. "I just need to go talk some sense into Wanda and Juandissimo." Timmy pondered aloud. "If only I could get to Fairy World somehow..."

"Hey, twerp! WHERE ARE MY CHEESE PANTS!" Vicky bellowed from downstairs.

"It's too bad I couldn't hop a ride on evil Vicky's broom - I could fly to Fairy World. Hey that's it! Cosmo, do you have enough magic to make a broom fly?" Timmy asked.

Cosmo nodded through his tears. "What will bring Wanda back to me?" he moaned rhetorically.

"Awesome! Now, all I need are some Cheese Pants to stop Vicky from foaming at the mouth.. Cosmo, while I'm gone, I want you to get ready to knock Wanda off of her feet. Here-" Timmy took out a "Richard Slimmons bopping to the Oldies" exercise tape and popped it into the VCR. "When Wanda comes back, you'll be in such great shape, she won't be able to resist you." Timmy was grasping at straws here. He knew Cosmo couldn't get fit that fast, but it would keep him busy, and hopefully stop him from crying.

"I'll need some exercise clothes..." Cosmo said timidly as he zapped up some Cheese Pants.

"Look in my bottom drawer, we're about the same size, I guess," replied Timmy as he tossed the snacks down to Vicky who immediately stopped her barking.

"Timmy, all that's in here is a full-body spandex suit..."

"Uh, I gotta go! Blushing furiously, Timmy raced out the door.
A Little While Later...

Timmy was leisurely flying toward the direction of Fairy World. Good thing the sun had already gone down, and no one could see him. People who saw him pass by would most likely assume that he was a shooting star. (Timmy had taped a flashlight to the top of the broom to help him see where he was going.) He wouldn't need it anymore however. The blindingly lurid neon lights of Fairy World were coming into view.

Timmy hopped off of the kitchen broom Cosmo had cast a spell on, and began to wander the streets of Fairy World. If only there was someone who could tell him where to go...Just then, across the road, Timmy spotted a familiar face - Jorgen VonStrangle. His sled-sized feet clad in steel-spiked army boots were plodding down the sidewalk and making slight indents in the concrete. As we walked, Jorgen was blasting anything (or anyone) that got in his way with his six-and-a-half-foot-long wand.

"Well, this wasn't who I had in mind to get help from, but what other choice do I have?" thought Timmy as he headed toward him, dodging a blast of magic that ended up disintegrating a nearby tree into a small pile of black ashes. "I guess I have to look on the bright side. If I make it back to school before all of this is over, I'm going to kick butt playing dodge ball in gym class!"

"Oh, it's the puny, little human boy. Back again? Vhat catastrophe haf you caused now? Jorgen accused patronizingly as he noticed Timmy jumping up and down in front of him, trying to catch his attention. With his thumb and index finger, Jorgen grasped Timmy by the back of his shirt, holding him up to his eye-level. He was holding his giant wand at Timmy's throat, and Timmy was beginning to wonder if this hadn't been such a good idea.

Incredibly intimidated, Timmy began to babble at 100 miles per hour.

"Jorgen, I am desperate. Juandissimo took Wanda away, and now Cosmo's going crazy without her. Juandissimo reassigned them or something, and now they can't be my godparents. I need to find them and put a stop to all of this."

"Vuandissimo? Did you say Vuandissimo?" Jorgen's massive hands clenched into sledgehammer-like fists as his voice grew more tense.

"Oh, you don't like him either," responded Timmy as nervously tried to push himself away from Jorgen.

"He dinks he is more powerful than me! (*ZAP!* A huge hole was blasted into the street) Ever since he got dat job, he took over my job of training fairies! He said my beautiful muscles and me veren't good enuf! (*ZAP!* A flock of birds was reduced to feathers) Just because he has muscles, too - well, dey aren't like mine! I had to vork-out for 2 whole days to get mine!" (*ZAP* An unsuspecting fairy got a hot seat)

"Whoa, wait. It took only 2 days to get those?!"

"Vell, ve fairies aren't like pathetic little humans," Jorgen responded as if it were common knowledge. "But it took two FULL days of massive, heavy duty training. Few haf survived it," Jorgen paused for a moment, a flicker of a smile appearing. Then, his face clouded and he resumed his stone expression again. "The only reason dat nancy-boy got da job is because the fairy council is all little, prissy girls, and dey elected him!"

Timmy broke into a wide grin at his recent realization, but quickly feigned syrupy sympathy. "Geeeez, Jorgen. I'm sooo sorry. It's obvious that you are the most powerful fairy in the entire universe. What Juandissimo did to you was terrible, just terrible..." Timmy decided to cut the crud, and get straight down to business. "What's say you and me strike a deal, Jorgen? I'll get you your job back, but you have to do a couple of things for me."

"Vhat?! Vhat?! Oh, I'll do anything!" Jorgen began to break down.

"Dude," Timmy thought, "Juan's got everyone hysterical." Timmy wriggled out of Jorgen's grip, and hopped back down to the sidewalk. Then he began to address this very dangerous and disgruntled fairy.

"I need you to tell me where I can find Juandissimo and the Council of Fairies, oh, and one other little thing..."