Timmy was flying fast on his magic kitchen broom down the streets of Fairy World. Jorgen had given him somewhat confusing directions to the building where the Council of Fairies and the Head Fairy met. All Jorgen would have really needed to say is that they met in the lavish, hundred foot tall building that looked like a castle with the big sign reading "Council of Fairies" written in orchids on the perfectly green lawn. It would take a blind person to miss it.

Timmy hopped off of the broom, and raced to the gilded front doors. There was a doorman standing in front, but he had fallen asleep. Timmy knew he didn't have time to try and wake him up, and besides, he probably wouldn't let a human boy into the Fairy Council, anyway. Timmy pulled on the jewel-encrusted door handles desperately, but no luck. They were locked tight. Timmy looked skyward for a little inspiration or possibly out of complete desperation, and discovered that there was a chimney on top of the building. He remounted his broomstick and thought to himself, "If Santa can do this, I guess I can too."

Upon reaching the top of the building, Timmy saw a bird fly by which reminded him of Jorgen and the entire flock he had taken out just moments ago. "I wonder how he and Cosmo are getting along right now," Timmy mused.

Back at Timmy's house...

"Ve must get your pathetic, vimpy fairy body into shape. POWERFUL MUSCLES! Dat is vhat ve need!" Jorgan exclaimed. "I am going to pump...you UP! But first, ve need to fix dis room." Jorgen's mighty wand expelled a giant beam of magic, and instantly Timmy's room went from an ocean into a plain, cold, weight room full of greasy machinery and giant weights.

Cosmo was cowering in the corner like spandex-clad jello. He had been doing fine (or so he thought,) with his exercise tape. Jorgen was so...big and mean! How would he ever survive?

"Here, you must drink dis." Instantly, a large glass full of five raw eggs appeared in Jorgen's hand.

"Ewwww....!" Cosmo replied, taking the glass.

"DRINK!"

Cosmo, with difficulty, forced the eggs down, and immediately turned and threw up.

Jorgen, not noticing, began to put him through a grueling workout regimen consisting of push-ups (Cosmo could only do a few of the kind on his knees,) "wand-ups" (Cosmo could do about two,) and the bench press (Cosmo fell asleep on the bench.)

"You are PATHETIC!" Jorgen bellowed. However, his shouts were no match for the ones coming from the teenage monster downstairs.

"Hey, TWERP! I'm out of Cheese Pants! And why aren't you down here DOING YOUR CHORES?!" Vicky screamed.

"I vill take care of this," stated Jorgen. He opened the door to Timmy's room, and stood on the landing above Vicky. "PATHETIC HUMAN! You're silly cries for Cheese Pants will not be answered!"

Vicky, undaunted, stood there with her hands on her hips. "Oh, great. Another one of Timmy's geek buddies here for a visit. GET OUT!"

"You must never insult the honor of Jorgen Von Strangle!" Jorgen commanded. With a mighty blast from his wand, he knocked Vicky over. "Because you behave like a child, now you vill haf the mind of one." He turned on his heel re-entered Timmy's room.

"Now, do you vant your wife back?!" Jorgen boomed. (Cosmo nodded.) "Do you vant to prove to Vandissimo dat you are more man?!" (Cosmo nodded with a little more confidence.) "Den, let's DO IT! But, I cannot stand to look at you in dat spandex." Jorgen conjured a suit of work-out clothes consisting of camouflage pants and a hooded sweatshirt.



*Theme to the movie "Rocky" playing in the background*

Cosmo, fueled with this new found motivation, began to do his exercises with better ability and increased power. He was jumping rope without having to say the rhymes, he was giving that bench a pressing it would never forget, he was even managing to do a few push-ups that weren't on his knees. He was especially proud when he downed one raw egg without throwing up! The progress was slow, but one could see the slight definition forming in Cosmo's body.

Cosmo was struggling to run up the Turner's staircase leading to the upstairs.

"Come, you must! Eye of the..uh...kitten!" Jorgen coaxed.

"Aww, kittens! They're so cuddly and cute..."

"ENOUGH!"

"Eye of the kitten, eye of the kitten..." Cosmo grit his teeth and reached the last step. Then he fainted, falling over the railing. Good thing Vicky was there to break his fall. She was lying on the carpet, making a snow angel.

Never in his life had Jorgen experienced so much difficulty in trying to train a fairy. He supposed, though, that this would be the most progress he would see from such a weak specimen. "Uhhh...mediocre job, Cosmo. I think it is time."