Back in Fairy World at the Council of Fairies...
Juandissimo was seated atop a giant throne overlooking a grand ballroom. A bright fire was burning in the fireplace before him and a glittering diamond chandelier hung above him He was now wearing a purple cape trimmed in snow white ermine fur that matched shade of his eyes exactly. He was busy gazing into a silver mirror, adjusting the golden crown on his head and admiring his reflection. He flexed his muscles for the looking glass, and his shirt tore off. Wanda was seated beside him in a significantly smaller throne seated much lower than his. She was not sporting the expensive garments and accessories as Juan - quite on the contrary, she was wearing nothing but a golden-colored bikini!
"Uh, Juan, tell me again, what is my new title?" inquired Wanda as she desperately tried to cover herself up.
"You, my beautiful darling, are my personal assistant. Zis is the most important job zere is (except for Head Fairy, of course.) Zere eez no one like you. But please, my nails are in dire need of a manicure, dearest." Without looking at her, Juandissimo held out his hand.
Wanda picked up the nail file and began to work. "Umm, but is this the typical uniform of a personal assistant? It's just that, well, I'm awfully cold."
"Don't worry, my bean burrito, you will always haf your steed to keep you warm."
Wanda rolled her eyes.
"Ah, my dear, I crave amusement," Juandissimo began. "Ladies, I would like some entertainment!"
Instantly, a harem dressed in exactly the same outfit as Wanda appeared and began to dance and sing as if in a trance or being worked by puppet strings. The whole sight was kind of strange, Wanda noticed. It seemed that all of the fairies were following the motions of one fairy in particular. The entire spectacle reminded her of a bizarre game of Simon Says. Wanda also noticed that Juandissimo seemed to be enjoying the spectacular visual display quite a bit more than he should have been.
"My stars! What is this?" exclaimed Wanda.
"Thees eez the Council of Fairies. We're having our hourly meeting."
Wanda's face was beginning to turn as pink as her hair. She couldn't believe her eyes, or her ears.
Just then, a tiny figure covered in soot fell down from the fireplace and rolled all over the floor. "Ow, ow, ow! Fire! Must stop...drop...and ROLL! OW!" it cried.
"Ooh! Santy Claus!" exclaimed on of the members of the Fairy Council. "I hope he brought me a pony!"
"I hope he brought you a brain," thought Wanda.
The figure, finally extinguishing the flames from his clothes by repeatedly hitting himself with a broom, coughed violently and shook the soot from it's clothes. Holding the broom like a knight would hold a sword, it exclaimed, "I've come to rescue Wanda!"
"Timmy!" cried Wanda in disbelief. "I can't tell you how happy I am to see you!"
"What eez zat doing here? Take zee Earth child away to the dungeon. He knows zat you cannot be his fairy godparent anymore!"
Two hulking bodyguards, both dressed head to toe in black, came out from behind the shadows and grabbed Timmy by the arms.
"No, Juandissimo, wait! You can't do this! Timmy is my godchild and I love him!" pleaded Wanda. "Let him go free!"
"He eez no longer your godchild, and he will never be your godchild again. You are mine, now, sweet Wanda."
"Now I remember why I broke up with you in the first place. You were always trying to control my life! I don't want to be your personal wind-up doll! I want to be with Timmy, and I want Cosmo as my husband again. I wish I would have seen that before."
Juandissimo was seated atop a giant throne overlooking a grand ballroom. A bright fire was burning in the fireplace before him and a glittering diamond chandelier hung above him He was now wearing a purple cape trimmed in snow white ermine fur that matched shade of his eyes exactly. He was busy gazing into a silver mirror, adjusting the golden crown on his head and admiring his reflection. He flexed his muscles for the looking glass, and his shirt tore off. Wanda was seated beside him in a significantly smaller throne seated much lower than his. She was not sporting the expensive garments and accessories as Juan - quite on the contrary, she was wearing nothing but a golden-colored bikini!
"Uh, Juan, tell me again, what is my new title?" inquired Wanda as she desperately tried to cover herself up.
"You, my beautiful darling, are my personal assistant. Zis is the most important job zere is (except for Head Fairy, of course.) Zere eez no one like you. But please, my nails are in dire need of a manicure, dearest." Without looking at her, Juandissimo held out his hand.
Wanda picked up the nail file and began to work. "Umm, but is this the typical uniform of a personal assistant? It's just that, well, I'm awfully cold."
"Don't worry, my bean burrito, you will always haf your steed to keep you warm."
Wanda rolled her eyes.
"Ah, my dear, I crave amusement," Juandissimo began. "Ladies, I would like some entertainment!"
Instantly, a harem dressed in exactly the same outfit as Wanda appeared and began to dance and sing as if in a trance or being worked by puppet strings. The whole sight was kind of strange, Wanda noticed. It seemed that all of the fairies were following the motions of one fairy in particular. The entire spectacle reminded her of a bizarre game of Simon Says. Wanda also noticed that Juandissimo seemed to be enjoying the spectacular visual display quite a bit more than he should have been.
"My stars! What is this?" exclaimed Wanda.
"Thees eez the Council of Fairies. We're having our hourly meeting."
Wanda's face was beginning to turn as pink as her hair. She couldn't believe her eyes, or her ears.
Just then, a tiny figure covered in soot fell down from the fireplace and rolled all over the floor. "Ow, ow, ow! Fire! Must stop...drop...and ROLL! OW!" it cried.
"Ooh! Santy Claus!" exclaimed on of the members of the Fairy Council. "I hope he brought me a pony!"
"I hope he brought you a brain," thought Wanda.
The figure, finally extinguishing the flames from his clothes by repeatedly hitting himself with a broom, coughed violently and shook the soot from it's clothes. Holding the broom like a knight would hold a sword, it exclaimed, "I've come to rescue Wanda!"
"Timmy!" cried Wanda in disbelief. "I can't tell you how happy I am to see you!"
"What eez zat doing here? Take zee Earth child away to the dungeon. He knows zat you cannot be his fairy godparent anymore!"
Two hulking bodyguards, both dressed head to toe in black, came out from behind the shadows and grabbed Timmy by the arms.
"No, Juandissimo, wait! You can't do this! Timmy is my godchild and I love him!" pleaded Wanda. "Let him go free!"
"He eez no longer your godchild, and he will never be your godchild again. You are mine, now, sweet Wanda."
"Now I remember why I broke up with you in the first place. You were always trying to control my life! I don't want to be your personal wind-up doll! I want to be with Timmy, and I want Cosmo as my husband again. I wish I would have seen that before."
