Chapter 3

Timmy took a look in the mirror and straightened his suit jacket. It was a few hours before the Valentine's dance was about to start and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

Cosmo, in fish form, yelled out from the fishbowl. "Wow, Timmy! You look good enough to date!"

"Thanks, Cosmo! I have to look my best for Trixie." He got lost in the thought of her for a moment then suddenly snapped out of it. "Hey, where's Wanda?"

"Oh, she said she wanted nothing to do with this. Something about morals and ethics. I wasn't really listening."

"What? What if I need help at the dance? Who'll help me turn on the charm?"

Cosmo reverted back to his regular form. "Ah, come on Timmy. When have I ever let you down?"

Timmy squinted his eyes at him. "I don't think so, Cosmo. You're not exactly..."

"Clever? Sane? Dependable? Has that ever stopped me before?"

Timmy shrugged. "I guess I don't have much choice. Wanda's not going to be any help."

"Yay!"

"Fine, whatever. I'll call you if I need you."

Timmy stood outside the school gym where the dance was being held. With a corsage in hand and a spiffy suit, his confidence couldn't be higher. "Now I just need to find my date."

Trixie snuck up behind him and tapped his shoulder.

"YAH!" He jumped back and swiveled around, only to have his jaw drop to the ground.

Trixie was wearing a beautiful blue dress and blushing at him. "Hi, Timmy."

"Wow! I...I...dress...blue...wow!" He picked up his corsage which had fallen on the ground. "Corsage for you." He held it out to her.

"Thank you, Timmy!" She pinned it onto her dress. "That's so thoughtful!"

Timmy was about to speak again when he noticed the corsage turn green and wink at him. "Cosmo!" He instantly slapped his hand onto his mouth.

Trixie looked confused. "What?"

"Trixie, can I have that corsage back, please?"

"Why? You don't want to give it to me?"

"No, it's not that. It's...oh, never mind."

"But Veronica, I can't do that. That would be cheating. And unfair to our democratic system."

Veronica held the class president by the shirt collar and slapped him. "Listen, you. I'm popular and I won't take no for an answer. You will do as I say."

"I can't."

Veronica let him go. "Fine, here's five bucks."

He stuffed the bill into his shirt pocket. "Well, who says our democratic system is perfect anyway?"

"Oh, shut up, and make sure you read this card at the time I said earlier."

Over at the punch bowl, Timmy was seething. "What is Cosmo doing? He's going to ruin everything." He ladled some of the punch out into a nearby cup. "I will personally end his life if he does even the slightest thing."

Trixie came up behind him. "Uh, Timmy? I think you have enough."

Timmy looked down to see he had been ladling half the bowl out. Punch was flowing down the sides of the cup and pooling everywhere on the table. "Oops." He reluctantly held out the cup to her. "Here you go. I hope you like punch."

The both of them sat down on chairs adjacent to the table. Timmy was afraid to look at Trixie and he merely twiddled his thumbs.

She finally spoke up. "You know Timmy, you look cute in that little suit."

"Gotta go to the bathroom." He sped off and into the men's room. He checked the stalls to make sure no one could hear him.

"Wanda, are you there? Wanda, please come out, wherever you are."

Wanda suddenly appeared with her back to him and with her eyes closed. "What do YOU want?"

"Wanda, can't you just help me out. Give me a boost of confidence or something."

"I refuse to help you, Timmy. I can't be a party to this sham that you refuse to see." She turned around to look at him. "And another thing..." She suddenly realized where she was. "Hey, is this the men's room? Wow, I've never been in one. Oh my, is that what a urinal looks like?"

Timmy returned to the subject at hand. "Well fine, if you won't help me, I'm sure Cosmo will."

"Ha, I've got one word for you, sport- snakes."

Timmy couldn't think of a retort. "Well...uh. Alright then. I'll do it myself." He stormed out of the men's room. Without warning, Veronica cut him off from returning to his seat.

"Hi, Timmy."

Trixie casually glanced over until she saw Veronica over by Timmy.

Veronica grabbed Timmy's hand. "Sowhere'syourdate?Nothereohwelllet'sdance." He dragged him out to the dance floor.

Cosmo's eyes bulged out. "Uh oh. That can't be good."

"Who said that?" Trixie looked around.

"Whoops, was that out loud?"

"Am I hearing things?" Trixie looked more and more nervous. "First Veronica steals Timmy and now I'm going crazy."

Veronica was trying her best to dance with Timmy. The whole time, he tried to break free from her grip without any luck.

"Oh my God! They're dancing!" Cosmo blurted out. "And look at them having the time of their life."

Trixie's left eye twitched. "Veronica. Veronica."

Cosmo looked up at Trixie. "Uh oh. That can't be good either."

Trixie ran out with a crazed look on her face.

Timmy finally broke free from Veronica's grip. "Veronica, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just dancing with my date."

"Veronica, you can't just force me."

The class president came out and read off of a card, sounding extremely forced. "And now it's time for the traditional Valentine's dance between the king and queen which you have all voted for. Timmy Turner and Veronica."

"What???" Timmy couldn't believe his ears.

"Did you hear that, Timmy?" Veronica grabbed him and held him up to her face. He broke free.

"Veronica, enough already. You can't just force me to like you. It's not like you can grant a wish to change my personality." He stood and thought for a moment. "Huh, where have I heard that before?"

"Well fine. You just missed out on dating miss popular." She whistled out. "Who wants to dance with me?" She walked away from Timmy, with a trail of whooping boys following her.

Timmy sighed in relief. "Whew, thank God that's over. Now to find Trixie."

He walked around for a while and finally over to a dimly lit corner, noticing someone swathed in shadow.

"Trixie? Is that you?"

"No..."

Recognizing her voice, Timmy walked over to her. "Trixie, I know it's you. Come on out."

She sprung up next to him, but something was terribly wrong. She was wearing a wig that looked just like Veronica's hair and wearing a cheerleader outfit just like the one Veronica owned. "Not Trixie, silly. VERONICA!!!"

"Uh oh." Timmy said timidly.

Trixie grabbed onto him and tried to kiss him, but he was far too creeped out to let her. He pushed her back and started to run away.

"Great. When Veronica switched personalities with Trixie, she got her psychotic nature too. OK, Wanda. I get it. I've learned my lesson. You can switch them back already."

Wanda appeared next to him, smirking. "Are you sure, Timmy? She's still Trixie on the outside isn't she? Oh, whoops. Not anymore she isn't."

"Wanda!"

"Can't I just relish the moment for once in my life?" With a flick of her wand, she switched back Trixie and Veronica's personalities.

The following Monday morning, Timmy looked extremely forlorn as he put away books in his locker. Wanda appeared in Timmy's mirror. "Ah, cheer up, sport. So it didn't work out. You'll find a way to win Trixie's heart."

"No. I understand what you were trying to say before. I shouldn't be trying to force Trixie to like me anyway." Timmy's face suddenly lit up. "But at least we got back at Cosmo for messing up."

Cosmo appeared in the mirror as well, looking anxious. "No, keep the snakes away. Brrrrrrrr."

Timmy closed his locker and walked down the hall towards Trixie. He came up to her and abruptly stopped.

"Hi, Trixie!"

She turned her nose up at him "Keep walking, loser."

"With pleasure!" Timmy didn't think another thought as he walked past her.

Wanda appeared as a book in Timmy's hands. "Wow, Timmy. Does that mean you're giving up on Trixie?"

"Let's just say I accept her for the type of person she is."

"You mean a stuck up superficial snob?"

"Yep."

He stopped walking when he noticed Veronica at her locker, looking a bit depressed.

"You know, Timmy. She may be a bit psychotic, but she does like you. Maybe you should be a little nicer to her."

"Yeah. But maybe I should wish away her psychotic nature, just in case."

Wanda looked at him in a stern manner. "Timmy!"

"Just kidding, Wanda!"

He walked up to Veronica very carefully and talked in a very befriending manner. "Hi Veronica."

THE END

I didn't expect the story to end on this chapter, but I didn't see a point dragging it out any further, so I decided to wrap it all up. I tried to capture the Fairly Odd Parents style as best as I could. This was a nice change of pace for me to write and I hope you enjoyed it. In a few days' time, I'll write author's notes for this story. Later, FOP fans!

-KTF