Disclaimer: The basic plot for this story is my idea, however The Fairly OddParents and all characters involved belong to Butch Hartman.

Chapter Nine-- "You May Be Right"

"I wish Crocker would oversleep tomorrow morning," Timmy whispered urgently to Cosmo and Wanda that night when they were finally able to return to the house and breathe fresh air.

"What's the plan, Timmy?" Wanda asked.

"Well, if Crocker oversleeps and is running late tomorrow," Timmy explained, "That will give me enough time to get to school without him and I can get a hold of his mom."

"How?"

"The principal must have her number by now," Timmy replied, "She has caller id in her office. I can just ask her for the number or something and then call Crocker's mom."

"I don't have a good feeling about this, Timmy," Wanda said apprehensively, "But consider the wish granted."

---------------

The next morning, Timmy was up long before Crocker and he hurried in setting his plan in motion as if his life depended on it--which it did. He made sure he caught the bus on time and he made a beeline for the principal's office as soon as he reached the school.

"Ooh, good morning, Timmy," Waxelplax greeted him cheerfully as he cracked the door and peeked in, "Do come in."

"Uh, hi," Timmy forced a smile around his nausea caused by nerves, "Principal Waxelplax...umm...do you have the phone number to Crocker's house?"

"Of course, I do, Timmy," Waxelplax replied, "I have the home phone numbers of all the teachers here."

"Can...I have it?"

"May I ask what for?"

"It's...an emergency," Timmy said urgently after giving thought to his answer.

"All right, here you go," Waxelplax smiled, digging through Crocker's file and pulling out a sheet of paper with his phone number and address--as well as social security number, references, and numbers to call in the likely event of an emergency. Namely a psychotic one.

"Thanks."

"I'll be in the teachers' lounge," Waxelplax told him, "Just make sure you close my door when you leave."

Left alone with Crocker's employment files staring up at him from the desk, Timmy almost forgot his mission as he started snooping.

"Man! Crocker's been in trouble so many times on the job," Timmy muttered, "It's a wonder he wasn't fired years ago!"

"Timmy," Wanda said, poofing up in front of him and closing the file folder, "You really should hurry. You wished for Crocker to oversleep, but you didn't specify how long. For all we know, he could be on his way here right now."

"Relax, Wanda," Timmy replied, "Crocker will be in such a frenzy because he's late, he won't know a thing. Besides, I could repeat some of this information to Chester and AJ and they could put it in the school paper, which equals total and complete humiliation for Crocker."

"What sort of information?" Wanda asked, a stern look on her face as Timmy chuckled darkly.

"Like his criminal record," Cosmo answered, snatching the files from Timmy and reading them, snickering the whole time, "Get a load of this! He's been fined for damage to school property sixty-eight times! No wonder the guy's flat broke! Plus he wrecked the principal's car twice--oh-ho! This is a riot!"

"Ha! Between paying fines and buying stuff to make fairy-detecting junk, Crocker doesn't have a financial leg to stand on," Timmy chuckled, snatching the file back.

"Put it away!" Wanda ordered, grabbing the file and stuffing it back into the file cabinet, "Call his mom and get it over with before something really bad happens!"

"All right, all right," Timmy grumbled, "Don't have a cow, Wanda."

"Why can't she have a cow?" Cosmo asked, taking the figure of speech literally, "Cows are so cute! Especially the brown ones! I heard that's where chocolate milk comes from."

Timmy signaled for Cosmo to pipe down as he picked up the phone and dialed Crocker's number.

"I hope she's home," Timmy fretted.

"Well, if she's not, that's your fault," Wanda replied, "You might have caught her if you hadn't been busy snooping through your eccentric teacher's criminal record."

"Hey! Whose side are you on?" Timmy hissed, then fell silent as someone picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

Timmy gasped and slammed the phone down in a blink maneuver as it was Mr. Crocker's voice that had come over the line.

"What in the world--? Oh no!" Timmy squeaked, "I accidentally dialed his cell phone! Now we know he's awake."

"And probably on his way here now," Wanda answered, "Hurry, Timmy! Dial his home phone!"

Timmy dialed quickly and was relieved when the shrill, feminine voice of Crocker's mother answered the call.

"Denzel?" she asked hopefully instead of the usual telephone greeting.

"Uh...no," Timmy replied, "I'm one of his students. Is this Mrs. Crocker?"

"Yes, it is."

"Listen, I know you've been wanting to get Denzel to come home," Timmy continued, "If you want to catch him, he's on his way to the school right now."

"Oh, fabulous!" she squealed happily, forcing Timmy to hold the phone away from his ear, "I'll be right there!"

The phone went dead. Timmy hung up and, with a self-satisfied, "mission-accomplished" expression, he left the principal's office and headed for classroom 44.