"Timmy!"
The sound of his parents voice made Timmy rip himself away from his Crash Nebula and Crimson Chin comic books. He fled down the flight of stairs and fell on his face onto the hardwood floor. He looks up at his parents who have their suitcases packed and hats on. Timmy stands up and brushes the dust off his pink shirt and black pants.
"Umm…. Where are you going?" Timmy asks, hoping that it wasn't another 'business trip'.
"We're going on va-" Timmy's dad starts before his mom nudges him in the gut. "I mean business trip!"
Timmy's eyes bulk out before he falls to his knees with the long 'No!' following him. His family portrait seems to come to life as his godparents disguise themselves as Mr. and Mrs. Turner.
"Hey, did I always have green hair?" Timmy's dad asked while inspecting the picture frame.
"Umm… no?" the green haired man in the picture tells him.
"Works for me!" Mr. Turner says.
"Oh and Timmy, Vicky isn't going to baby-sit you," Mrs. Turner explains.
"Oh my gosh! This can't be true!!" Timmy says, starting to rejoice while throwing his arms in the air.
"It is true!" Timmy's mom replied. "Instead, we bailed out these people who we hardly know and look oddly familiar almost as if they were us and we hired them to look after you!"
The smile on Timmy's face disappears as the hillbilly couple walks in the door. This couple is no other than the Turnbom's aka the Souvenir Bandits. Timmy remembers them for the time when they tried to pass off as his parents and attempted to steal The Silver Sharpener. Of course they failed and got sent to jail for a life of paddling by the Canadian Government.
"Why thank you Mr. and Mrs. Turner. Hope you have a good time on va- I mean 'buisness trip'!" Mrs. Turnbom tells them.
"And here's your pay in advance!" Timmy's dad says, handing them a wad of cash. "Bye Timmy!" the two parents say together. They hop in their car and drive away to the airport.
The pupils in Timmy's eyes grow small as the Turnbom's face their victim. The two adults approach innocent 10 year old Timmy Turner with wide, evil grins spread across their faces.
"We're going to have so much fun together while your parents are gone on their 'business trip'," Mr. Turnbom and Mrs. Turnbom say.
Timmy screams and races up to his room and slams to door behind him. He grabs planks of wood and nails them down with a hammer and nails. He hyperventilates for a couple moments until Cosmo and Wanda appear.
"Hey! I wonder where the planks of wood, nails and hammer came from," Cosmo says, actually making a point.
"Quick! I wish that the Turnbom's were gone!" Timmy wishes.
Cosmo and Wanda raise their wands and the faint glow appears. Suddenly, the wands go dead making the bbpt sound.
"Oh great. The reassuring bbpt noise. That can only mean one thing," Timmy says.
Out of the sky, in a puff of smoke, appears a big purple book entitled, 'Da Rules'. Wanda flips the book open and turns to a certain page.
"According to 'Da Rules', you're not allowed to be left home alone without adult supervision even though they may be thieves."
"Hey, look! It's Vicky tormenting Tootie! Hi Vicky! Hi Tootie! Hi Timmy! Hi-" Cosmo gets cut off on his spree of hello's by Wanda smacking him into the wall with her wand.
"Hey! I got an idea!" Timmy thought aloud.
"What?" Cosmo asks while picking his nose.
"Ok, that just scarred me for life.," Timmy says while blinking and twitching at the same time. "But my idea is, and probably something that I'm going to regret, I wish Vicky was here instead of the Turnbom's!"
A poofing noise is heard and a great flash is seen. The sound of the living room being stolen from is gone. Now all that can be heard is the wailing of… Tootie?!?!