(Disclaimer- If I owned Fairly Odd Parents, I wouldn't be here, therefore, I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. Butch Hartman owns it, yes, Butch Hartman, that really cool guy who created the show. Props to Butch!)
(Author's Note- All righty, all I can say is: THANKK YOUUUUUU SOOOO MUCHHH FOR REVIEWING!! I'm surprised none of them are flames so far. lol. You can flame me, seriously, I don't care, just be honest with me. This chappy will get weird, interesting, but weird. Not-so-draggy this time!)
Chapter Three: The Weird Things BeginThat night, Tammy and Tommy stayed in their own bedrooms, and Timmy and Tootie in another. The rooms were on the same floor, right next to each other. The rooms were as old fashioned as the hotel itself, and the television was small too. In both of the rooms, there were two windows with torn and raggedy drapes. There was only one bed in the room, and the beds were fairly small, about the size of a twin bed. The bathrooms had a hose-like cord that you had to move around to shower yourself, and often the water would change from cold to hot and vice versa.
"This stinks," Tommy said after his shower.
"Tell me about it," Tammy replied.
"Why did Tootie pick this hotel?" Wanda asked, and poofed from a suitcase her normal self.
"'Cause she was reading Cosmopolitan and saw some article for this hotel," Tammy said and rolled her eyes.
"I wonder why Cosmopolitan would recommend this," Wanda muttered.
"Where'd my hat go?" Tommy interrupted.
"Is it in the bathroom?" Tammy asked.
Tommy ran into the bathroom quickly, "No!" He scanned around the room, but saw no sight of his pink hat. "Where'd I put it!"
"Why don't you wish for it?" Cosmo pointed out, and poofed from suitcase form to his normal self.
"Wow! Cosmo's thinking smart again!" Wanda said in a shocked tone.
"I dunno why, it's..." Cosmo looked around the room, "Eeerrriieeeee."
"Yeah, okay, whatever, I wish I had my hat back!" Tommy snapped.
"Someone is being awfully discourteous, and temperamental," Cosmo said.
"WHATEVER! JUST GIVE ME MY DAMN HAT BACK!"
"Okay, I understand, please be more polite next time, Tommy," Cosmo waved his wand and the hat reappeared.
This is so weird, Tammy thought, Tommy's usually stupid and nice, but now he's acting so rude. He's probably just in a bad mood, and he really likes that hat. But Cosmo acted smart? Forget it, Tammy, forget it. Another stupid coincidence.
"MY HAT IS SO FRICKIN' COLD!" Tommy yelled as he put on his hat, and threw it on the ground.
"Please don't use the word 'frickin' ', Tommy," Cosmo said, and looked at the hat. There was a little piece of paper under it. "There seems to be a note under it." He picked up the note and dropped it as soon as he read it.
"Cosmo?" Wanda whispered, "You okay?"
Cosmo slowly shook his head and pointed to the note. Everyone looked at the note, and stood still. The note was written in navy blue, but the handwriting looked like it was written with long nails. It was so narrow, but curved at the same time. It read:
The men are first to go...
Cosmo and Tommy looked at each other nervously. What was the note supposed to mean? Meanwhile, Timmy was going through mysterious changes of his own.
"Honey," Tootie said in her silk tank top and pants, "Do you think this outfit makes me look fat?"
"You look like a hippo," Timmy replied in a bored tone.
"I do?" She questioned sadly, "But I've worn this tons of times, and you said I was beautiful no matter what."
"I was lying."
"You're joking, right?" She forced a smile on her face.
"No."
"Do I need to lose weight?" Tootie looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
I think I look fine, Tootie thought.
"You need to lose weight, your hair is a disaster area, you look as ugly as that Chuckie doll, and those contacts won't make a difference for your eyes." He grabbed a book next to him on the nightstand.
"Crimson Chin?" Tootie asked calmly, and tried not to think about her husband's rude comments.
"No, The Consolation of Philosophy." He didn't even look at her once.
"What's with YOU tonight?" She climbed into the small bed next to him.
"Nothing." Tootie sighed and closed her eyes.
The next day, the Turners all had breakfast inside the dining room of the hotel. The dining room was empty accept for themselves, the food, the tables, and Celina the receptionist/baggage carrier/waitress.
"What you want?" Celina grumbled.
"Iiiii wouuuullldddd liikeeeee theee eggsssssss anddddd hammmm," Tootie said in the I-think-I-should-say-english-slowly-and-exagerate-the-words-voice.
"I can speak English."
"Oh! Sorry," She blushed and looked at her children, "They will have a plate of plain croissants."
"I'll have PĂ´chouse," Timmy said.
Celina nodded and left. Tootie stared at her husband out of confusion.
"I thought you don't like Pochouse."
"I do now," He said.
A couple of minutes later, Celina arrived with the Turners' meals. While placing the plates in front of them, she had a crooked smile on her face. Tommy grabbed for one of the croissants, and spit it out once he tasted it.
"WHAT IS THIS CRAP?" Tommy asked angrily.
"Tommy!" Tootie whispered harshly.
"He said something like that yesterday with his hat," Tammy said in a tattle-tail voice.
"Thanks, sis," He said sarcastically.
"Should I add the euros to your bill?" Celina asked.
"Yes," Tootie said and took Tommy's hand, "Come with me," She took Tommy upstairs to his hotel room. "Why did you say that? That was rude!" Tommy's eyes suddenly glittered, and he frowned.
"Mom! I dunno! I swear, I didn't mean it!" He said in a panicky tone.
"Funny, Dad is acting weird too," She rubbed her chin, "But anyway, Tommy, stay here. What did you say last night?""
"Nothing...except that I was being kinda rude...to, uh," He looked at his wrist, where Cosmo was pretending to be a watch, "Tammy. I was yelling at her and saying stuff like...where's my hat." He couldn't tell his mom about him yelling at Cosmo for his hat, but he could tell his dad. Then again, his mom did tell him about how his dad was acting weird.
"That was rude to do to your sister."
"Yeah..."
"Are you ready to go back downstairs?"
"Yeah..."
"Good," Tootie nodded, and took him downstairs.
From a short distance from Tootie and Tommy, a familiar gust of air blew on them, murmuring what seemed to say: The men are first to go.
(Author's Note- I expected it to be better and longer, but oh well. Once again, please stay with me on this story. The beginning is mainly just suddle hints and pieces of the puzzle. And if you have the time, please review on what you think of this so far. By the way, I'm starting school tomorrow, so I may not update as often as I use to. Anyway, all for now! See you in the next chappy.)
