A/N: I forgot last chapter so here it is, I don't own "A Christmas Carol", it was written by Charles Dickens. I'm just doing a little parody of it that I hope is entertaining and tasteful. I'd like to thank everyone again for their reviews. Now here's the next chapter!

'Twas The Wish Before Christmas

Chapter Three: Before Vicky Got Icky

...Narrator's POV...

When we last left our friend in the silly pink hat he and his fairy godfather Cosmo were holding down the fort while his fairy godmother Wanda took the wicked babysitter Vicky on a tour through her past.

The goal was to show Vicky the importance of holiday cheer and that even she was once a hopeful child eagerly awaiting Santa's yearly visit...

...Normal POV...

"The wind, it HURTS!" Vicky shrieked as Wanda zipped through the swirling portal dragging her along for the ride. "So...very...BLINDING!"

"We're here!" Wanda announced happily as she came to a skidding stop in midair and dropped Vicky down in a snow bank about eight feet below.

Popping her head out Vicky spat gobs of snow from her frostbitten mouth, "UGH! Where the heck are we?!" she demanded.

"Not where, when." Wanda corrected, "Remember, you're traveling with the Ghost of Christmas Past. That means that we're currently located somewhere in your past!"

Vicky was about to tell the apparition where to shove all her 'Christmas Past' tripe when she noticed the house she was standing in front of. "Hey! This is where I live! But...it's different, that's our old fake tree in the window. And, that little girl sitting under it--that's--"

"You!" Wanda exclaimed, "She's you when you were only six-years-old."

"No way," for a moment Vicky seemed truly blown away by the scene before her. Rubbing a portion of the window clear so she could get a better look she started to recall this particular Christmas and what was so significant about it.

"Vicky!" her mother called as she came prancing into the room, "Guess what?!"

"What?" a curious young Vicky inquired with wide pink eyes and adorable rosy cheeks.

"You're getting a little brother or sister for Christmas!"

"I am?" she asked innocently.

"Yes honey," her mother nodded, "by this time next year you'll be celebrating Christmas with the new baby!"

"I will?"

"And it won't be long before you're baking cookies together, having snowball fights, and sharing all your toys!" her mother rambled on.

"I--what?!" little Vicky squeaked.

"Oh want that be fun?!" her mother asked before turning on her heel and merrily prancing back out of the room.

Six-year-old Vicky didn't look too convinced as she glanced over at the tree with a worried frown on her face. "My little brother or sister is gonna get to play with all my toys? B-but that's not fair! Why should they get to mess with my stuff?! I don't want a little brother or sister!" she wailed.

"How selfish!" Wanda huffed.

"What do ya mean?!" the older Vicky demanded, "I remember this Christmas. It was the last one I ever spent getting all the stuff I wanted! After Tootie came along my parents bought me less and less!"

"That's because they needed to save money for things the baby needed!" Wanda argued.

"Well I have needs too ya know?!" Vicky snapped, "And it's not like Tootie ever did anything for me!"

"OH BROTHER!" Wanda exclaimed, rolling her eyes she waved the cap around in a circle causing their surroundings to quiver and warp.

"W-what's happenings?!" Vicky asked.

"Time's speeding up," Wanda answered matter-of-factly, "I'm gonna show you another past Christmas and prove just how wrong you are about your little sister."

...Narrator's POV...

Now while Vicky was busy reminiscing Timmy and Cosmo were discovering the difficulties of trying to distract a suspicious little girl.

...Normal POV...

"Vicky!" Tootie called, she'd searched Mr. Turner's study until finally rounding up a roll of poster tape and a handful of permanent markers. "I've got the stuff for your flyers! NOW can I play with Timmy? Please?!"

"Oh no!" Timmy panicked while pacing around the empty living room, "Cosmo, we've gotta keep Tootie busy so she doesn't notice Vicky's missing!"

"Um..." Cosmo balled his fists, squeezed his eyes shut, and crouched in midair trying desperately to think of something useful to do in this situation, "...sorry Timmy. We both know that Wanda's the brains of the outfit. I'm just the beauty!"

Sighing Timmy forced himself to go confront Tootie, "I guess it's up to me then."

Tootie was coming down the hall when Timmy stepped out in front of her. "Hi Tootie," he smiled uneasily.

"Hi Timmy," Tootie beamed, "where's Vicky?"

"She's um...sleeping!" Timmy lied, "Yeah, and she said not to bother her while she's taking her nap so--um--why don't we go up to my room and play?"

Dropping the supplies Tootie's mouth fell open, her eyes big and shining behind her black rimmed glasses. "Really? You're inviting me up to your room to play?!"

"Uh...yes?"

Hopping up and down excitedly Tootie could barely contain her joy, "I can't believe it! Timmy Turner wants me to come up to his room and play! WHEE!!"

Grabbing his wrist Tootie rushed upstairs to Timmy's room nearly breaking the sound barrier in the process.

Back in the living room Cosmo was starting to feel lost with no one around to talk to. "Hm, maybe this would be the perfect time-" he began, poofing into construction worker clothes, "-to install a chimney in the castle!"

...Narrator's POV...

So while Cosmo was off renovating the fishbowl, Wanda and Vicky had just arrived at the second key Christmas of the evil babysitter's past.

Vicky was now twelve-years-old. It was an unforgettable Christmas morning that found the two siblings celebrating the holiday. Vicky sulking in front of the fireplace with unwrapped presents scattered about her, and Tootie cheerfully bounding into the room holding up a handmade picture frame.

Wanda watches alongside the teen in the green sweater, as she stares in masked wonder at her younger self.

...Normal POV...

"Aw, Tootie's so cute." Wanda remarked as she watched the little girl in black pigtails hop over to the grumpy younger Vicky, "And look, she brought you a present!"

"Yeah," Vicky muttered with downcast eyes, "some crummy picture frame she made with dry macaroni."

"What's that picture of anyway?" Wanda inquired with a reprimanding stare.

"Us," came the low--barely audible--answer.

"Look sis!" four-year-old Tootie exclaimed, "I made a present for you! It's our picture!"

Younger Vicky glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw the picture in the frame. She hated that picture. Their parents had insisted on taking it to show all their friends their 'adorable and loving daughters'. Tootie was hugging Vicky's neck and smiling brightly at the camera, Vicky was scowling down at her and leaning away with her arms crossed.

"What am I supposed to do with this dumb ol' thing?!" younger Vicky demanded.

Tootie's smile faltered but only for a second, "It's your Christmas present! I made it just for you!"

"Why?"

"Because I wuv you silly!" Tootie squeaked happily and ran up to embrace the sour faced twelve-year-old.

"GO AWAY!" her sibling snapped, angrily shoving her back. "I don't like you and I don't want your stupid present!!"

"B-but..." little Tootie started to sniffle before bursting into tears and running out of the room.

Outside Wanda and Vicky stood watching the heartbreaking scene unfold. "How much crueler can you get?!" Wanda spat, "Just look at what you did, making your little sister cry. And she was just trying to be nice to you."

"I-I-" but Vicky had no excuse. She had to admit, that was a pretty rotten thing to do...even for her.

Their surroundings started warping once more meaning that they were once again traveling through time.

"The other Christmases are pretty much the same from this point." Wanda explained, "Year after year of you selfishly sulking, surrounded by presents, and making poor Tootie feel awful."

Vicky had grown uncharacteristically silent. She was busy thinking about Tootie and how she'd taken her obedient and overly affectionate sister for granted. The scene of Tootie running from the room in tears was replaying itself over and over again in her mind. She would never admit it, but Tootie was probably the only person on the planet that she actually liked. She didn't hate Timmy--once again, she'd never admit it--even though she did get some level of satisfaction from bossing him around. But Tootie, Tootie was her one and only sister. And believe it or not, Vicky was glad the sweet little brat was around.

Suddenly she found herself back in the Turners' living room. Looking around she spotted the Ghost of Christmas Past floating off to the side, waiting for her full attention.

"Well, that's it for me." Wanda said, glad that her major part in this wish was over, "I've shown you the important Christmases of your past. Now I leave you in the hands of the Ghost of Christmas Present...good luck with that."

"Wait, you mean they're already here?" Vicky asked.

"No," Wanda sighed, "he's probably goofing off somewhere close by. Just wait here and I'll get him for you. He'll show up soon."

With that said Wanda took her cap and doused her light. Vicky watched with mild interest as 'the Ghost of Christmas Past' vanished beneath the golden cone which proceeded to magically poof out of existence.

After a few minutes of standing around with nothing better to do Vicky yawned and slumped back down on the couch.

"Stupid dreams," she mumbled, "all I can say is that Timmy better have these carpets spotless by the time I wake up or I'll-"

Zzz...

Upstairs in Timmy's room he and Tootie sat looking through his Crimson Chin comic book collection.

"Ya know Timmy," Tootie spoke in a soft--almost taunting--tone of voice, "I still have that neat Crimson Chin doll you gave me."

"He's not a doll!" Timmy shouted, "He's an action figure!"

Giggling Tootie hugged the volume she'd been flipping through tight against her chest, "He's the one toy that Vicky can't smash, burn, or short-circuit! And most of all, he's the first present you ever gave me!"

"Oh brother," Timmy groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead and dragging it down his face. He should've known that this wish would find a way to come back and bite him in the rear.

"Hey Timmy," Tootie asked walking over to the fishbowl where Cosmo had just hesitantly hid the jackhammer behind his back, "why does your goldfish have a crown on its head?"

"Um...he's uh..."

The tiny jackhammer began floating up from behind the goldfish. Since Cosmo's stubby fins couldn't reach very far he couldn't grab it in time.

"Is that a jackhammer?!" Tootie's eyes widened, "Goldfish don't have jackhammers!"

"I can explain!" Timmy yelled.

"And where'd your other goldfish go?" Tootie continued growing more suspicious, "Didn't you have two?"

"Uh...well she's..."

While Tootie's back was to the fishbowl Wanda poofed in and dropped inside next to Cosmo in her fish form.

"Phew, what took you so long?" Cosmo whispered.

"Vicky wouldn't stop squirming," Wanda griped, "Why is there a jackhammer floating at the top of the bowl?"

"Uh...ehehe...I was doing a little remodeling while you were gone." Cosmo laughed nervously.

"Cosmo I told you Santa doesn't need to go down the chimney!" Wanda scolded, "He has other ways of leaving you presents!"

Hearing the strange voice Tootie spun around and gasped when she saw the second goldfish...whistling innocently?

"There she is!" Timmy exclaimed, "You found her Tootie!"

"I did?"

"Thanks!" he continued and grabbed Tootie in a tight hug before she could make any further inquiries about his odd pets.

Cosmo and Wanda watched with sheepish grins as Timmy glared back with a look that said 'You guys are in so much trouble! I had to hug TOOTIE!'.

"Uh Cosmo..." Wanda whispered using her fin to nudge her smiling hubby, "...I think you'd better get downstairs and make with the magic."

"Aw, look how cute they are!" Cosmo cooed obliviously, "Timmy and Tootie kissin' in a tree S-I-T-T-I-N-"

"NOW COSMO!" Wanda shouted.

In a poof of green smoke Cosmo shakily disappeared. Even he knew not to push his luck with Wanda when she got in one of her 'testy' moods.

...Narrator's POV...

Well now here's a good place to end the chapter. I could go for a glass of milk and some cookies anyways.

See you next chapter as Cosmo confronts Vicky as the loveable yet absent-minded Ghost of Christmas Present...a role he was born to play.

Amanda/Artiste: Yay! I'm rapidly updating...something I'm not always good at. :-P As always, please review and don't leave me any flames! Next Chapter: Well, you heard the snowman. Cosmo's gonna play the 'Ghost of Christmas Present'. Hopefully he'll take Vicky out to show her all the wondrous--um--stuff that she's been missing out on during Christmas Day! And if not, well, we can expect pudding...and lots of it.

Cosmo: Yay pudding!

Wanda: You'd better behave yourself Cosmo! Don't go getting sidetracked by desserts or shiny things again!

Cosmo: Ah you worry too much Wanda. I can handle...wait...is that who I think it is?!

Wanda: Cosmo?

::Cosmo stares longingly at nickel sticking up out of the snow.::

Timmy: ::walks over to Wanda:: What's with him?

Cosmo: ::cries joyously as he snatches up the nickel:: PHILLIP! IT REALLY IS YOU!

Wanda & Timmy: Oh no.

Vicky: ::comes outta nowhere:: Hey! That's MY nickel! I've been looking all over for it. Hand it over loser!

::Vicky snatches 'Phillip' from Cosmo, pockets it, and storms off.::

Cosmo: ::dramatic pause:: NOOO!!! PHILLIP!!!

Wanda: ::sigh:: I guess it's back to therapy again.