(Disclaimer- Nope, don't own Fairly Odd Parents, but I'm gonna be watching it this evening.)
(Author's Note- Woohoo! Came back from the FIRST day of school, it was pretty good, but one of teachers is boring...He talks in a monotone voice, ugh. Lol. Anyway, thankies AGAIN to my reviewers! You guys rock hard, if you didn't give me good reviews, this story would be kaput! So thankies! You make me feel so much better whenever I read someone's good review, not that I don't except flames, really, flame me, just be honest if you flame me. BY THE WAY, when Tootie says "SPECIAL CELL", she means a cell phone that you can only use in Europe because cell phones from America that you use in America don't really work, I think.
Carebear1- yah, I know, not much with Timmy and Tommy there, but I'll explain a little more background on that in the next chapter.
Evil lil WormBaby-I never read The Shining, so I wouldn't know, lol. :-/ :-p
Ghost1- Yay to giddy school girls! And yay, Cosmo plushie!
Chapter Four: DisappearingIt was a great breakfast for the Turners, but Mr. Turner didn't enjoy it so much. It turns out that for some reason, he had got sick right after breakfast. Most say weak stomach, others say coincidence, and some would be concerned about this event.
"Uhhh," Timmy said groggily as he dragged himself up the stairs, "You'd think they'd fix that elevator by now."
"Daddy, are you sick?" Tammy asked when she helped her father up the stairs.
"Yes, you idiotic twit!" He snapped.
"Okay..." She muttered.
"Timmy!" Tootie snapped back at her husband, "Don't say that to Tammy! Everyone's being rude so rude to her."
Timmy's eyes glittered and he frowned. "Oh my God, did I just call my own daughter a idiotic twit?"
"Yes!" Tammy and Tootie screamed in unison as they helped Timmy to the final step of the stairs.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Timmy looked at his daughter, but she just turned her cheek, "I need to rest..." He fumbled with the hotel key as he tried to insert it in the keyhole.
"Want me to stay with you?" Tootie asked.
"No, I...I...need to be alone," Timmy shook his head and closed the door.
"Where are we gonna go today?" Tommy asked.
"I don't want to do any sightseeing without your father," Said his mother, "so once he feels better, call the special cell," She walked away from her children.
"Where are you going?" Tommy and Tammy asked.
"Shopping! Want to come?" She flashed credit card in front of their faces.
"Uh...no thanks," Tommy said.
"But if Daddy's sick and cranky, whose gonna watch us?" Tammy asked.
"Hmm," She rubbed her chin, "There's always..." Her voice seemed to trail on.
"What?" Tammy asked.
"French Vickybot."
"WHAT!" The twins screeched in unison.
"Well, when Daddy and I signed up for Vickybot, we also ordered a special package that came with her that said if we went on vacation, her robot siblings of that special area, such as France, would be able to take care of you guys in case of...emergency."
"What 'emergency?" Tammy questioned.
"Well, I would take you kids go shopping, but you don't want to come. Even if you DID, there aren't any toyshops is this area of Paris, and there aren't any children clothing shops."
"So we're gonna be babysat by Vickybot?"
"FRENCH Vickybot, now all I have to do is dial her robot-IP-address on my special cell, and she'll be here in a matter of seconds."
"You should've kept your mouth shut," Tommy muttered.
"How bad can it be?" Tammy asked.
"You know it's gonna be bad!" He whispered harshly.
About 5 minutes later, Tommy was completely correct about it being bad. The French Vickybot was even worse than the regular robot they had. The robot had somehow tied them over a huge plate with flaming meat, and it talking in a terrible impression of a French woman.
"Und so, I went toooo zee Champs Elysees yesterday, und ugh! Zis ol' ladee bumps into meee and sez, 'Move itt youu rustee ol' robot!'"
"Let us out of here!" Tammy squeaked.
"Yeah! Get us out of here you...rustee ol' robot!" Tommy yelled.
"Excuse me, what did you just say?" The robot suddenly changed its accent.
"Uh..." Tommy's said nervously.
"Zat is ten extra minots on top o' zee burnin' meat!" It beeped.
About 30 minutes later, Tootie had arrived back in the hotel, full of shopping bags in her arms. She slowly walked up the stairs, as if waiting for something upstairs when- WOOSH!
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Hellpppppp!" Tootie screamed in a high-pitched voice.
"Oh my gosh, that mom.?" Tammy asked when she heard the voice
"It sounded like it!" Tommy replied.
"Think she's in real trouble?"
"Maybe," He shrugged.
Tommy nodded, and flashbacked to the time Tammy was the one who thought their father was in trouble, and he was. Besides, they could always wish for that Christmas-tree-GPS-map to appear. (The tool they received from the Fairy-versary party if you didn't read my first story.) "Let's go," He turned to the robot, "LET US OUT OF HERE," he said sternly.
"Wowwww, youu arrruunt afraaaiiddd off moi?(moi is me)"
"Of course I'm afraid, I'm just more worried about whatever sound that was than my body having a third-degree burn," He wiggled out of the rope, almost landed on the flaming meat, but pushed his body out of the way. Tammy did the same thing, but ended up kicking French Vickybot in the process.
"Owwwww-eeeee!!" It cried.
"Wait," Tammy said as she fixed her skirt, "I thought robots couldn't feel."
"I may have been programmed to have a brutal mind, but I have feelings. I'm different from other robots...I can think...I have my own mind..."
Tammy raised her eyebrows, "That reminds me of a movie."
"Who cares? Let's go!" Tommy grabbed Tammy's wrist and pulled her out of the room. Their room's door closed, and the faeries poofed into their normal selves.
"Dad!" The twins screamed and banged on his hotel door continuously.
"What's going on?" Wanda asked.
"Yes, we were just flying about Paris and then we came back here," Cosmo said.
"We think Mom's missing," Tammy said.
"And we need to get Dad," Tommy added.
The twins stopped banging on the door, and sighed together. "He's not answering," They muttered. Wanda and Cosmo poofed the GPS map in front of Tammy.
"Timmy and Tootie Turner," She whispered.
Strangely, no red dots appeared in the hotel, or Paris, or the world.
"What? Is that tracker busted?" Tommy asked worryingly.
"I hope so," She said quietly, "Santa said this tracker only shows humans, and what if-" Before Tammy could finish her explanation; the four of them were engulfed in a cloud of cloud blue.
(Author's Note- All right, it was a little rushed, but the cliffhanger is pretty good. I can't wait to write the next chappy, where everything finally falls into place. The unexpected will happen, and it will be GOOD.
So, what could that blue cloud be? Haven't they felt that every time they went through the stairs? Why the stairs? What happened to Tootie and Timmy? Is the tracker REALLY busted? WILL I EVER SHUT UP? Yes, I will right now, lol. Anyway, see you in the next chappy, and THANKIES!!! again to all my wonderful reviewers!)
