'Stars All Over'
a fanfiction by
Kaci
based on the show
'Fairly-Odd Parents'
(c) Butch Hartman
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"One, two, cha cha cha!"
"It's kind of difficult to cha-cha with fins, Cosmo."
"Aww, don't be such a stick in the mud!"
Timmy sat on the edge of his bed, watching the fishbowl containing his two Fairy Godparents, Cosmo and Wanda. They, of course, were disguised as goldfish.
Cosmo was swishing his orange tail about, trying to get Wanda to dance with him. Wanda, on the other hand, was watching Timmy with concern.
"What's the matter, sport? You've been acting gloomy all afternoon," she said. There was a 'poof!' sound as she appeared, hovering next to him in her pink-haired fairy form.
Cosmo followed soon after, still dancing and muttering the steps to himself. "Cha cha cha...!"
Their Godchild looked up at them moodily, sighing as she lay back on his bed. "Mom and dad are going out of town for the weekend. They said it was a 'Parents Only, No Kids Allowed' convention. That means they're leaving me here alone... That means..."
"Vicky," said Wanda, finishing his sentence.
"Exactly," Timmy muttered.
Wanda frowned, hugging Timmy's shoulder. "Chin up, kiddo, you're gonna be alright."
"Alright? Another weekend of humiliation and slavery does not say 'alright'!" Timmy snapped, crossing his arms and glaring at the floor.
Meanwhile, Cosmo was twisting his hips and waving his arms in the air, grinning as he danced to inaudible music.
Suddenly there came a knock at the door.
"I'm respecting your privacy by knocking, but excercising my rights as a parent by coming in anyway!" came the gameshow-host-like voice of Timmy's dad.
Timmy glanced to Cosmo and Wanda, waiting for them to poof! back into the fishbowl as Timmy's dad opened the door.
Mr. Turner grinned almost insanely at his son as he entered the room. "Guess what, Timmy!"
"You're not leaving me here alone with Vicky so that she can torture me mercilessly until you return, still unaware of the horror bestowed upon my young mind as soon as you and mom leave the house?" asked Timmy hopefully.
"NOPE!" Mr. Turner gave a bit of a laugh. "Well, not completely. Your mom and I ARE leaving for the weekend, but unfortunately, so is Vicky."
Timmy's eyes widened. "Please don't send me to the Learnitorium!" he cried, waving his arms frantically.
"Well, normally I'd completely ignore your pleads, but the Learnitorium is closed for repairs," said Mr. Turner. "But it's okay! Because while I was out getting the mail, I came upon this flyer!"
The man produced a bright pink flyer which read, 'Babysitter For Hire--Cheap!' along with contact information and a little doodle of a happy child.
"Cheap is synonymous with good!" announced Mr. Turner, shoving the flyer into his pocket and beaming at his son.
Meanwhile, Timmy's mind was producing several horrific renditions of this cheap babysitter. Basically what he saw was a clone of Vicky, but wearing a red shirt instead of a green one, and with different ways of humiliating/torturing him. The boy shuddered.
"She said she'd be over as soon as she could!" said Mr. Turner happily. He grabbed Timmy's arm and dashed down the stairs, yanking his son along behind him.
As if on cue, the door bell rang. Mr. Turner came to a stop in front of the door, letting go of Timmy's arm as he opened the door.
The door swung open with a horror film-esque creak, outside lightning struck, and the silhouette of a monster flickered in sight. With a squeak, Timmy dashed to hide behind his father.
The lightning stopped and a young girl stepped inside the house, shaking off an umbrella and setting it aside. "That storm was really random," she stated, looking up at Timmy's dad.
"Hi!" he said, offering his hand.
The girl grinned, taking his hand and shaking it. "Hi there! You must be Mr. Turner," she said. She withdrew her hand and gave a grin, peeking around behind Mr. Turner at Timmy. "And you must be Timmy."
Timmy looked up at her, almost confused. She was a total anti-Vicky.
Her hair was jet black--wait, no... It was blue! Her hair was dyed dark, dark blue, and tied up in pigtails. She had teal eyes that looked almost through him as she smiled. She wore a black top with blue sleeves and a blue star emblem on the front, baggy black pants, and black shoes.
The girl placed her hands on her knees, kneeling down to speak to him. "You gonna say hi to me or not?" she asked with a giggle.
"H-hi," Timmy stammered.
"At last, a little vocalization," the girl laughed. She patted his shoulder. "My name's Alexia."
Timmy gave a small, almost nervous grin.
Mrs. Turner entered the room carrying several items of luggages on her person. "Time to go!" she announced. She leaned down to kiss Timmy's forehead. She said, "Bye, sweetie! We'll be back Sunday night."
Alexia stood up straight, waving to the Turners as they exited the house. As soon as the door shut, she looked down at the adolescent at her side.
Timmy cringed and drew away, half-expecting her to drop a bundle of dirty clothes or homework on his head. Instead, she sat down on the floor in front of him.
"Well," she said. Alexia watched him expectantly until he sat down as well. She smiled. "Time to get to know each other."
"Really?" Timmy grinned, happy that he wasn't being bombarded with chores.
"Sure!" The girl laughed, crossing her legs and holding onto her ankles. "I'm sixteen. How old are you?"
"Ten," stated Timmy happily.
About half an hour passed by with the two sitting there in front of the door. Timmy learned that Alexia was a Crimson Chin fan as well, owning almost half as many comics as he did. She listened to rock music, but was also a closet Chip Skylark fan. The two discovered that they had similar tastes in TV shows, Alexia being a huge fan of sci-fi and cartoons.
"My feet are falling asleep," said Alexia, standing up. "Which means it's time to get up and do something. What do you want to do, Timmy?" she asked as she placed her hands on her hips and smiled down at him.
Timmy practically popped off of the floor into a standing position. "Wanna see my room?" he asked eagerly.
"Of course!" Alexia laughed as Timmy grabbed her wrist and dragged her upstairs with a childish sense of excitement.
The ten year-old boy opened his door quickly and led her inside, letting go of her wrist to spread his arms wide as he announced, "Here it is!"
Alexia looked around with admiration. "Very nice!" she said, nodding in acknowledgment to the Crimson Chin and Crash Nebula posters. "Almost like my room, minus the band posters and the incense."
Timmy watched her as she looked his room over, suddenly getting a bit jumpy as she approached the fishbowl.
"Oh, cool!" she exclaimed, kneeling down in front of the table that the fishbowl rested on. Cosmo was still dancing. "You have fish! That's so neat. What're their names?" she asked, looking back at Timmy.
"Uh, Cosma and Wando. I-I mean Cosmo and Wanda," Timmy stammered, wondering if she'd notice that the fish were wearing crowns or that one of them was trying to cha-cha.
"Groovy," said Alexia as she stood up again. "I had a beta fish named Clayton once. He was a spaz. It was like he didn't like being in the water, 'cause he kept jumping out of the bowl. One day he jumped right out and down my air vent. We never could find him."
Timmy hopped up onto his bed. "Weird fish," he said.
Alexia laughed. "Tell me about it!" She crossed her arms, grinning down at him. "So, what now? You got any plans?"
"Uhm..." Timmy placed a finger on his chin in thought. "How about some video games?"
"Sounds good!"
"I've got Crash Nebula's Space Adventure III!"
"Awesome!"
Three hours passed with Alexia and Timmy sitting on the floor of his room, playing video games and teasing each other for any mistakes they made. Cosmo and Wanda watched happily, glad that Timmy was content. Pretty soon the goldfish/fairies had fallen asleep, but Alexia and Timmy were still playing video games.
Another hour after Cosmo and Wanda had drifted off to unconciousness, Alexia noticed Timmy yawning. "You gettin' tired, squirt?"
Timmy looked at her, then to the clock which read 9:30 pm. "Nah," he said, but couldn't surpress another yawn. "I'm... ah... completely awake!"
"Oh, suuure you are," said Alexia as she reached out, poking Timmy in the chest. He snickered. She grabbed his shoulders and gently pinned him to the floor, tickling his sides. The boy cackled and shrieked as he was tickled, kicking his short legs out and writhing on the floor.
Finally, Alexia pulled away and hauled him to his feet. "C'mon, kid, you gotta get some sleep. Tomorrow, we rock the casba."
"Wuzzat mean?" asked Timmy as he pulled off his hat and climbed into bed, not resisting when Alexia pulled his shoes off.
"I'm not really sure. I heard it on TV. Anyhow, you gotta get some sleep if we're gonna have any fun tomorrow," she said as she pulled his blanket up to his chest.
Timmy yawned again, eyes half closed as he sleepily muttered, "Mmmkaaay... good night, Alexia..."
"Good night, Timmy," the girl replied as she headed to the door, glancing back at him as she flipped off the light switch and left.
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End Chapter One!
Review! You know you want to! =D
a fanfiction by
Kaci
based on the show
'Fairly-Odd Parents'
(c) Butch Hartman
------
"One, two, cha cha cha!"
"It's kind of difficult to cha-cha with fins, Cosmo."
"Aww, don't be such a stick in the mud!"
Timmy sat on the edge of his bed, watching the fishbowl containing his two Fairy Godparents, Cosmo and Wanda. They, of course, were disguised as goldfish.
Cosmo was swishing his orange tail about, trying to get Wanda to dance with him. Wanda, on the other hand, was watching Timmy with concern.
"What's the matter, sport? You've been acting gloomy all afternoon," she said. There was a 'poof!' sound as she appeared, hovering next to him in her pink-haired fairy form.
Cosmo followed soon after, still dancing and muttering the steps to himself. "Cha cha cha...!"
Their Godchild looked up at them moodily, sighing as she lay back on his bed. "Mom and dad are going out of town for the weekend. They said it was a 'Parents Only, No Kids Allowed' convention. That means they're leaving me here alone... That means..."
"Vicky," said Wanda, finishing his sentence.
"Exactly," Timmy muttered.
Wanda frowned, hugging Timmy's shoulder. "Chin up, kiddo, you're gonna be alright."
"Alright? Another weekend of humiliation and slavery does not say 'alright'!" Timmy snapped, crossing his arms and glaring at the floor.
Meanwhile, Cosmo was twisting his hips and waving his arms in the air, grinning as he danced to inaudible music.
Suddenly there came a knock at the door.
"I'm respecting your privacy by knocking, but excercising my rights as a parent by coming in anyway!" came the gameshow-host-like voice of Timmy's dad.
Timmy glanced to Cosmo and Wanda, waiting for them to poof! back into the fishbowl as Timmy's dad opened the door.
Mr. Turner grinned almost insanely at his son as he entered the room. "Guess what, Timmy!"
"You're not leaving me here alone with Vicky so that she can torture me mercilessly until you return, still unaware of the horror bestowed upon my young mind as soon as you and mom leave the house?" asked Timmy hopefully.
"NOPE!" Mr. Turner gave a bit of a laugh. "Well, not completely. Your mom and I ARE leaving for the weekend, but unfortunately, so is Vicky."
Timmy's eyes widened. "Please don't send me to the Learnitorium!" he cried, waving his arms frantically.
"Well, normally I'd completely ignore your pleads, but the Learnitorium is closed for repairs," said Mr. Turner. "But it's okay! Because while I was out getting the mail, I came upon this flyer!"
The man produced a bright pink flyer which read, 'Babysitter For Hire--Cheap!' along with contact information and a little doodle of a happy child.
"Cheap is synonymous with good!" announced Mr. Turner, shoving the flyer into his pocket and beaming at his son.
Meanwhile, Timmy's mind was producing several horrific renditions of this cheap babysitter. Basically what he saw was a clone of Vicky, but wearing a red shirt instead of a green one, and with different ways of humiliating/torturing him. The boy shuddered.
"She said she'd be over as soon as she could!" said Mr. Turner happily. He grabbed Timmy's arm and dashed down the stairs, yanking his son along behind him.
As if on cue, the door bell rang. Mr. Turner came to a stop in front of the door, letting go of Timmy's arm as he opened the door.
The door swung open with a horror film-esque creak, outside lightning struck, and the silhouette of a monster flickered in sight. With a squeak, Timmy dashed to hide behind his father.
The lightning stopped and a young girl stepped inside the house, shaking off an umbrella and setting it aside. "That storm was really random," she stated, looking up at Timmy's dad.
"Hi!" he said, offering his hand.
The girl grinned, taking his hand and shaking it. "Hi there! You must be Mr. Turner," she said. She withdrew her hand and gave a grin, peeking around behind Mr. Turner at Timmy. "And you must be Timmy."
Timmy looked up at her, almost confused. She was a total anti-Vicky.
Her hair was jet black--wait, no... It was blue! Her hair was dyed dark, dark blue, and tied up in pigtails. She had teal eyes that looked almost through him as she smiled. She wore a black top with blue sleeves and a blue star emblem on the front, baggy black pants, and black shoes.
The girl placed her hands on her knees, kneeling down to speak to him. "You gonna say hi to me or not?" she asked with a giggle.
"H-hi," Timmy stammered.
"At last, a little vocalization," the girl laughed. She patted his shoulder. "My name's Alexia."
Timmy gave a small, almost nervous grin.
Mrs. Turner entered the room carrying several items of luggages on her person. "Time to go!" she announced. She leaned down to kiss Timmy's forehead. She said, "Bye, sweetie! We'll be back Sunday night."
Alexia stood up straight, waving to the Turners as they exited the house. As soon as the door shut, she looked down at the adolescent at her side.
Timmy cringed and drew away, half-expecting her to drop a bundle of dirty clothes or homework on his head. Instead, she sat down on the floor in front of him.
"Well," she said. Alexia watched him expectantly until he sat down as well. She smiled. "Time to get to know each other."
"Really?" Timmy grinned, happy that he wasn't being bombarded with chores.
"Sure!" The girl laughed, crossing her legs and holding onto her ankles. "I'm sixteen. How old are you?"
"Ten," stated Timmy happily.
About half an hour passed by with the two sitting there in front of the door. Timmy learned that Alexia was a Crimson Chin fan as well, owning almost half as many comics as he did. She listened to rock music, but was also a closet Chip Skylark fan. The two discovered that they had similar tastes in TV shows, Alexia being a huge fan of sci-fi and cartoons.
"My feet are falling asleep," said Alexia, standing up. "Which means it's time to get up and do something. What do you want to do, Timmy?" she asked as she placed her hands on her hips and smiled down at him.
Timmy practically popped off of the floor into a standing position. "Wanna see my room?" he asked eagerly.
"Of course!" Alexia laughed as Timmy grabbed her wrist and dragged her upstairs with a childish sense of excitement.
The ten year-old boy opened his door quickly and led her inside, letting go of her wrist to spread his arms wide as he announced, "Here it is!"
Alexia looked around with admiration. "Very nice!" she said, nodding in acknowledgment to the Crimson Chin and Crash Nebula posters. "Almost like my room, minus the band posters and the incense."
Timmy watched her as she looked his room over, suddenly getting a bit jumpy as she approached the fishbowl.
"Oh, cool!" she exclaimed, kneeling down in front of the table that the fishbowl rested on. Cosmo was still dancing. "You have fish! That's so neat. What're their names?" she asked, looking back at Timmy.
"Uh, Cosma and Wando. I-I mean Cosmo and Wanda," Timmy stammered, wondering if she'd notice that the fish were wearing crowns or that one of them was trying to cha-cha.
"Groovy," said Alexia as she stood up again. "I had a beta fish named Clayton once. He was a spaz. It was like he didn't like being in the water, 'cause he kept jumping out of the bowl. One day he jumped right out and down my air vent. We never could find him."
Timmy hopped up onto his bed. "Weird fish," he said.
Alexia laughed. "Tell me about it!" She crossed her arms, grinning down at him. "So, what now? You got any plans?"
"Uhm..." Timmy placed a finger on his chin in thought. "How about some video games?"
"Sounds good!"
"I've got Crash Nebula's Space Adventure III!"
"Awesome!"
Three hours passed with Alexia and Timmy sitting on the floor of his room, playing video games and teasing each other for any mistakes they made. Cosmo and Wanda watched happily, glad that Timmy was content. Pretty soon the goldfish/fairies had fallen asleep, but Alexia and Timmy were still playing video games.
Another hour after Cosmo and Wanda had drifted off to unconciousness, Alexia noticed Timmy yawning. "You gettin' tired, squirt?"
Timmy looked at her, then to the clock which read 9:30 pm. "Nah," he said, but couldn't surpress another yawn. "I'm... ah... completely awake!"
"Oh, suuure you are," said Alexia as she reached out, poking Timmy in the chest. He snickered. She grabbed his shoulders and gently pinned him to the floor, tickling his sides. The boy cackled and shrieked as he was tickled, kicking his short legs out and writhing on the floor.
Finally, Alexia pulled away and hauled him to his feet. "C'mon, kid, you gotta get some sleep. Tomorrow, we rock the casba."
"Wuzzat mean?" asked Timmy as he pulled off his hat and climbed into bed, not resisting when Alexia pulled his shoes off.
"I'm not really sure. I heard it on TV. Anyhow, you gotta get some sleep if we're gonna have any fun tomorrow," she said as she pulled his blanket up to his chest.
Timmy yawned again, eyes half closed as he sleepily muttered, "Mmmkaaay... good night, Alexia..."
"Good night, Timmy," the girl replied as she headed to the door, glancing back at him as she flipped off the light switch and left.
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End Chapter One!
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