Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Fairly Odd Parents. All I own is this story and any characters not seen in the show.
A/N: This is my first ever FOP fanfic. I've been a longtime fan though. Naturally it's a Christmas fic. And the main pairing will be Timmy/Tootie. Let's face it, Trixie's not the worst prep alive, but she lacks the guts to choose Timmy over looks, cash, and popularity. Timmy/Trixie fans don't hate me, this is just my opinion and I don't hate Trixie...just her materialistic qualities. Oh, this story takes place when Timmy's eleven, other characters' ages have changed accordingly.
'Twas The Wish Before Christmas
Chapter One: Blue Christmas For Two
Everyone knows that some of the best holiday tales of all time have been told through the viewpoint of a festive narrator. Someone who's jolly and pretty down to Earth. Someone who's friendly with a real knack for words.
Right on cue a shadowy figure slides into view. Through the falling snow and pines he makes his way towards you. And squinting 'til it hurts you manage to see, a sharply dressed snowman...no, it's not Frosty.
"Howdy friends my name's Chilly, Chilly Freezerburn." he greets you hardily with a tip of his hat, "We're gonna be switching to my point of view now, so get set for a story full of holiday cheer! I hope you enjoy it...I only do this once a year."
...Narrator POV...
Welcome to Dimmsdale, home of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, and--well--that's about it. But anyway, there is one special feature about this town, only...it's a huge secret! In a local suburban area of the city lives a fairly average family in a fairly average house. So who would ever know that their fairly average son Timmy Turner, would have a couple of fairly odd parents?
Do you believe in fairies? How about fairy godparents? How about nickels named Phillip? Magical goldfish?
Ever had an absolutely wicked babysitter? Someone so icky that you can't spell her name without it?
Well it all ties together in the not-so-average life of Timmy Turner...he's the one in the silly pink hat.
It was the week before Christmas when our story begins. Young Timmy Turner was playing games with his friends...
...Regular POV...
"All right Timmy!" Chester cheered, "One more level and you can unlock the secret level of Crash Nebula: Return of the Mutant Toad People!"
"These game writers are really hurtin' for cool ideas." A.J. muttered.
"Quiet guys!" Timmy yelled as he rapidly hit the keys on his game controller, "I'm trying to concentrate here!"
"You? Concentrate? HA!" A.J. mock laughed earning him a glare from Timmy.
"How'd you like to have your gift returned?" Timmy questioned, "I think my mom saved the receipt for me."
This silenced A.J., for the time being anyway.
"Oh man," Chester panicked chewing his nails to the quick, "you're so close Timmy, just don't get blasted by the-"
WHAM!
The door to the living room swung open revealing the horrible teen menace known as VICKY-
LIGHTNING!
-The Babysitter!
"AAAHH!!!" came the simultaneous screams of Timmy and A.J. "VICKY?!"
"AAAHH!!!" Chester shouted, "Timmy, you've been vaporized!!"
"WHAT?!" Timmy yelped, turning back the screen only to be greeted by the dreaded 'GAME OVER' message. "NOOOO!!!"
"Hi Timmy!" Vicky sang out in a disturbingly sweet voice. "Guess what, I'm babysitting you tonight! And I'm getting paid triple time, my holiday rate!"
Pausing from his agonized scream Timmy blinked then rushed to his parents who'd just walked in from the kitchen. "Mom! Dad! You aren't really going out and leaving me with Vicky this close to Christmas are you?! There's no way I was THAT bad this year!"
"Oh Timmy," his mom smiled patting him reassuringly on the head, "don't worry. We won't be gone long. Your dad and I just have some last minute shopping to get out of the way."
"That's right Mrs. Turner," Vicky chimed in, "you two go out, have fun, and by all means...take your time!"
"Why thank you Vicky," Mrs. Turner grinned obliviously, "how thoughtful of you."
"See Timmy," Mr. Turner spoke up, "Vicky's got the holiday spirit! You two should have lots of fun while we're out!"
"Oh we will Mr. Turner," Vicky said with a toothy grin, "we will."
Gulping Timmy spun around to Chester and A.J. "Well, I guess it won't be so bad. At least my friends will be here with me."
"Um," Chester and A.J. exchanged a quick nervous glance before rushing outside.
"I just remembered I promised Mom I'd help her alphabetize her cook books!" A.J. lied.
"Sorry buddy gotta feed the roaches and squash the cat!" Chester blurted out as he and A.J. took off down the street running for dear life.
Timmy narrowed his eyes, "Some pals."
"Well I guess we'd better be going now dear," Mrs. Turner said as she grabbed her purse and headed for the car.
"Right behind you honey!" Mr. Turner complied whipping out a Santa hat and putting it on before skipping out the door humming an off key version of 'Jingle Bells'.
"WAIT!" Timmy begged from the doorway, "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE WITH VICKY!!"
"Oh Timmy," Mrs. Turner frowned, one foot already in the car, "don't look so disappointed sweetie. Your friends may have had to go home but I'm sure Vicky's little sister will play with you."
Timmy's eyes bulged, the only thing scarier than a night alone with Vicky the Terrible...a night along with Vicky the Terrible AND Tootie the Kissy-Faced Stalker!
"Hi Timmy!" a familiar voice rang out from behind the unsuspecting eleven-year-old.
"This stinks," Timmy muttered.
"Not yet," Vicky grinned evilly just as soon as the Turners' vehicle was out of sight, "but it will."
"Huh?"
Timmy tumbled backwards as a can of cleaning powder and a toilet brush were shoved into his hands.
"GET TO WORK TWERP!" Vicky ordered, "I WANT THOSE TOILETS SO CLEAN YOU COULD EAT OFF THEM!"
"Better do it Timmy," Tootie whispered, "or she might really make you eat off them."
Grumbling Timmy trudged upstairs to get the demeaning task over with. Tootie was about to follow when she was held back by a tight grip on her shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going?" Vicky demanded, "Someone's gotta make me a sandwich and find where the Turners' stash their cookies!"
"You don't know where the cookies are?" Tootie questioned.
"No!" Vicky snapped making her little sister cringe, "I keep telling Timmy's mom that he sneaks into the kitchen and eats them all while I'm here so she's started hiding them."
"You blamed Timmy?" Tootie asked in disbelief (though it really wasn't that surprising to her).
"Yeah," Vicky shrugged, "NOW GET BUSY!"
Tootie considered getting angry with her pushy older sister, but years of experience told her it was pointless, so she sighed and headed off into the kitchen.
...Narrator's POV...
Well now, that Vicky babysitter sure is a mean one. She probably gets a lump of coal the size of Montana in her stocking every single Christmas!
Still, this is the season of miracles and such. Let's see if Timmy can get a little help from his two fairy godparents and teach Vicky the meaning of 'holiday cheer'.
...Normal POV...
Upstairs in Timmy's room a fishbowl sat on the nightstand by his bed. Two magical goldfish were swimming about, one looking particularly distraught.
"But Wanda!" exclaimed the green eyed goldfish, "How's Santa supposed to visit us on Christmas Eve? Our castle has no chimney!!"
"Cosmo...sweetie," the pink eyed goldfish answered, trying to mask her annoyance with sugary words, "Santa doesn't always need chimneys to leave presents. I'm sure that if you're good he'll find some other way to drop by and leave you lots of goodies on Christmas Eve."
"B-but," Cosmo objected only to be interrupted by the banging of the door as it hit the wall.
"Aw Sport," Wanda sighed flying out of the fishbowl and changing back to fairy form, "Vicky babysitting again?"
"Duh!" Timmy exclaimed tossing the toilet brush aside, "This is the worst week before Christmas ever!"
"Well, it could be worse ya know?" Wanda offered.
"How?" Timmy demanded.
Poofing next to his wife Cosmo yelled frantically, "Well for starters, you could've just found out that your castle doesn't have a chimney so there's no possible way that Santa can come down and leave you any presents!"
"How long has he been at this?" Timmy asked Wanda while Cosmo continued to fret out loud to himself.
"Oh it started about ten minutes after you went downstairs to play video games with Chester and A.J." Wanda answered.
"That long huh?"
"TIMMY!" Vicky bellowed, "ARE YOU FINISHED WITH THOSE TOILETS YET?! GET DOWN HERE AND USE THESE TWEEZERS TO PICK EVERY SPECK OF DUST OFF THE CARPET!!"
Wincing Wanda held up her wand, "Want me to whip up some sort of distraction for ya hon?"
"Why bother?" Timmy groaned, "She'll just get more angry and come up with something worse for me to do next."
"Aw, don't seem so down Timmy," Cosmo finally seemed to forget his current uneasiness, "I'm sure your parents will be back soon. I mean--haha--it's not like they went out shopping and have to face the mad Christmas rush while standing in endless checkout lines with a little over six days until one of the biggest holidays of the year!"
Slapping a hand to her forehead Wanda poofed a muzzled over her hubby's rambling mouth. "Cosmo, I don't really think that's helping."
"Great," Timmy sulked, "my parents are gonna be out all night and I'm gonna be stuck here with Vicky and her creepy little sister."
"Tootie's here too?" Wanda questioned.
"Yeah, she's downstairs." Timmy answered, "Probably sitting in front of the television watching all of MY favorite shows."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Wanda objected turning her wand around so that Timmy could see the star screen that was currently monitoring Tootie's every move.
"Hey, what's she doing in the kitchen making sandwiches?" he asked, "And where'd she find those gingerbread men mom's been hiding?!"
"Vicky!" Tootie's image called as she entered the living room carrying a plateful of cookies and an foot long sub packed with lettuce, cheese, ham, and tomatoes. "I got your snack!"
"And you found the cookies, good for you." Vicky replied sarcastically. Snatching the plate from her sister she bit into the sandwich and instantly spit it out. "TOOTIE! You forgot the PICKLES!"
Shaking Tootie took the plate and rushed back into the kitchen.
"Man, that's way harsh." Timmy mumbled, "and Tootie's her own sister too."
"Ya see Sport," Wanda sighed, "you're not the only one having a lousy week. And Tootie's whole life is probably spent doing Vicky's chores."
"Yeah Timmy," Cosmo added, after prying off the muzzle, "when Vicky's not ruining your life, she's Tootie's problem!"
"Wow," Timmy remarked, "I actually feel kinda sorry for her. Poor Tootie, and even around Christmas Vicky's still a bossy grouch toward her."
"Ah well, what are ya gonna do?" Cosmo shrugged.
Narrowing his eyes a mischievous grin spread over Timmy's face. "I'm gonna teach Vicky a lesson!"
"But how?" Wanda inquired.
"How else?" Timmy beamed, "With the help of my two fairy godparents of course!"
"Yay!" Cosmo cheered, "We get to torment the babysitter! That's my favorite part of the job!"
"I thought hanging out with me was your favorite part of the job?" Timmy questioned, sounding a bit hurt.
"Um--yeah--that's nice too." Cosmo stammered.
"Let's just get this show on the road, while we're all still speaking to each other." Wanda pleaded.
"Fine, I wish you guys would help me teach Vicky some holiday cheer!" Timmy exclaimed.
Wands raised Cosmo and Wanda exchanged a knowing grin before-
POOF!
SEASON'S SPIRIT!
Amanda/Artiste: And that's the first chapter. It'll be done by Christmas...if I don't wrap it all up tonight. Either way, I'll post the chapters about a day apart. I'm trying to keep everyone in character, hope it's working. Next Chapter: How the heck is Vicky supposed to get into the Christmas spirit? Timmy--with the help of Wanda and Cosmo--puts a humorous spin on a holiday classic! Please review, no flames.
Cosmo: No flames? Then how will she roast the chestnuts?
Wanda: That's not the kind of 'flames' she meant sweetie.
Timmy: Hey, she hardly ever puts characters in these fics outside of the chapters.
Cosmo: ::cries happily:: I feel so honored!
Timmy: Why?
Cosmo: Uh--I dunno--shouldn't I?
Wanda: ::sigh:: I'm beginning to see why she doesn't do this often.
Me: Bingo.