(Disclaimer- Trust me, I don't own Fairly Odd Parents, or anything in it. But I do own a television where, everyday, I watch at least one ep. of Fairly Odd Parents.... BUT, other than that, nope, no Fairly Odd Parents here.)
(Authors' Note- This chappy is where they finally arrive in Paris, pay close attention to how everyone acts. Okay, may be another draggy chapter, but just play attention to the details. And remember stuff from the last chapter. By the way, some of the stuff here actually happened when I went to Europe a couple of weeks ago. oh yah, and THANKIES!!! To my reviewers.)
Chapter Two: The Homey Hotel"Welcome to the Homey Hotel!" The cab driver shouted.
"Thank you, Jacques," Tootie thanked and handed him a couple of euros.
"Merci, madame," Jacques took the money and helped the Turners out of the cab.
The family was finally in Paris, after a long few hours of sitting around in an airplane, they were there.
"Ahh, smell that French air!" Cosmo said as Tommy's luggage.
"Those are your socks, honey," Wanda corrected as Tammy's luggage.
"Hmm."
"'Hmm' what?"
"Hmm?"
"You know, say something, you know, stupid. Blah, blah, blah, something," Wanda was surprised he didn't.
"Uhh, pudding?" Cosmo said nervously.
"Phew, for a second there," Wanda laughed, "I thought you were gonna be SERIOUS."
"Tammy, Tommy," Timmy called, "C'mon, bring your luggage into the hotel."
"Yes, daddy," Tammy and Tommy said in unison.
Timmy looked at his children about to run into the hotel, and stared at their luggage. He smiled at the luggage, he saw Cosmo's and Wanda's face's past by for just a second. Good, they're there. So if anything goes wrong, they're there. Timmy thought, Wait a second, who am I kidding. They're 10, and when I was 10 , I did stupid and dangerous things. But then again, I always found a way out. Turner, gotta stop worrying yourself. Nothing will happen to them-I think.
He stepped into the hotel and looked around. The hotel wasn't like most hotels that were modern with giant plasma screens and laptops everywhere; it felt like going back to his childhood in 2004. Maybe even back to the 1900s, 1800s, earliest at 1700s.
"Wow, this is...something," Timmy commented.
"Yes," A voice behind him said croakily.
Timmy turned around to see an old woman. She had her hair in a ballet bun, a gray wool dress with a turtleneck and long sleeves, black boots, and thick-rimmed midnight blue glasses.
"Oh," Timmy said, "Are you visiting Paris?"
"No, I live here. This is my hotel and my sister's," She looked at the reception desk, Tootie was checking in. "Is that your wife?"
"Yes, that's Tootie, and these are my kids," He looked at Tammy and Tommy sitting on two leather seats in front of him.
"Oh," The woman looked at the twins "They're...cute." She eyed them as if there was something wrong with the kids, and looked and Tammy the most.
Timmy didn't know if she was being sincere, or being sarcastic. He just nodded his head. "Can the bell boy carry up these bags?"
"Yes," The woman and nodded and turned to the reception desk "Celina! Pick up these bags!"
"All right!" The other woman by the name of Celina was also old, but looked a little younger. She had on a similar outfit to her sister; only her dress was a dark jasmine color, and she had no glasses. "I need to write down this woman's room number!"
Celina scribbled down a few numbers on her notepad, and gave two keys to Tootie. Unlike most keys, the keys weren't plastic cards. They were real keys, painted in a gold color, and attached to rectangular object that felt like heavy lead. There were also scratches on the rectangular objects.
"Thanks, Celina. Are you SURE you'll be able to carry all these bags?" Tootie asked, and looked at the four suitcases and two extra bags, each the size of four arms, full of Tootie's clothes.
"We can carry our bags, Mom," Tammy and Tommy said together.
"Don't worry, I'm trained to do this," Celina muttered and picked up two suitcases in one hand, and two extra bags in the other. Her bony legs shook, her ears turned red, but she continued walking to the stairway.
"What about the elevator?" Tootie suggested.
"The elevator is broken," Celina said.
"You sure you don't need help?" Timmy asked as he watched her walk up the stairs.
"I'm fine," She replied, slighty frustrated.
Before walking up to her room, Tammy noticed something next to her. It was a wooden and painted mini-statue that looked like a nutcracker. The nutcracker statue was holding a book in his hands. It was one of those thank-you-for-letting-me-stay-here books were you signed a thank-you note. She looked through the book quickly, and noticed something.
She had been to many hotels before, and many hotels had books like these. A couple notes were signed by business folk rushing to just say "thank you for the stay". Most of them, however, were by families, saying things like "It was a truly wonderful stay. –The Jones", or like "We'll be back next year. –The Binkleberrys".
This was one of the very few books were the pages were blank. Every page was blank, like no one came here before. This is so weird, Tammy thought, No, don't think that. You're smart enough to know that this is just a coincidence.
"Tammy!" Tommy shouted. He was by the stairway, with a suitcase in one hand, and the other hand on the pole of the stairway. "Mom and Dad are upstairs already, and we have our own room!"
"Oh, okay," Tammy said calmly. She took her Wanda suitcase and walked up the stairway behind her brother.
"Tammy, you all right?" Wanda whispered.
"Yeah, fine," Tammy lied. Why am I being so nervous? Tammy thought, I'm not usually like this. I guess, I should just enjoy my time here.
As Tammy and Tommy walked up the spiral stairway to the second floor, a cold gust of wind that seemed to be colored blue blew against them. It seemed to give off a soft murmur as it passed by, but it wasn't such a friendly murmur.
(Author's Note- Okay, it sort of stunk. Oh well, please, stay with me on this story. It's gonna get better, you know how mysteries and scary stories start out if you've read a few, it starts out boring, but gets exciting. Well, the ones I read anyway. lol. See you in the next chappy where everything gets all weird.)
