A/N: As promised here is the sequel to "Behind the Musician". This fic is more or less a parody of The Phantom of the Opera; it will use all Fairly OddParents characters (and a few of my OCs to fill in the gaps) and takes place in the fictional town of Drizzleboro. I've taken a few liberties with this fic (ex: assuming Vicky can sing opera better than the 'Fun Box' song) so bear with me, I promise it's a funny and entertaining story.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Fairly OddParents or The Phantom of the Opera...dude that would ROCK -P All I own is this story and any characters not seen in the animated series.

Phantom of the Music Biz: Genie Gypped

Chapter One: The Young, the Naive, and the—Smoof?

Dimmsdale was anything but dim on a warm and sunny Friday during that annual transition from summer to fall. It was wonderful outdoor weather, not a cloud in the sky, perfect for dog walking, backyard sports, or—in Mr. Turner's case—cleaning out the garage.

"Stupid junk," he muttered staring angrily at the cluttered shelves, "I made these myself and they're already falling apart!"

"Hey neighbor!" a cheerful man greeted from over the fence, "I see you're taking advantage of this nice weather to clean out the ol' garage."

Mr. Turner's eyes narrowed at his 'mortal enemy' with all the nicer stuff and amiable way of rubbing it all in his face.

"I'd offer to help but I finished with mine two hours ago. The Mrs. and I are off to the lake to enjoy a relaxing afternoon of fishing!"

"Dinkleberg..." Mr. Turner growled as his neighbors pulled out of the next door driveway in their nice car, shutting the door to their nice garage with its nice space-saving storage system.

"HI TIMMY'S DAD!"

"WAAHH!" caught off guard by the sudden shrill cry Mr. Turner spun around and accidentally collided with the mound of boxes he'd just finished stacking. "OMPHF!"

Tootie winced; she hoped Mr. Turner wouldn't be angry with her. It looked like he might be in some pain, what with being buried under all those boxes of useless junk.

"Sorry Mr. Turner," she apologized trying to pull him out, "is Timmy home? I was wondering if he'd wanna come over and play house with me."

"Ugh, sorry Tootie but he's out with AJ watching Chester get his braces tightened," Mr. Turner explained as he attempted to pop his spine back into place.

"Oh," Tootie seemed disheartened, but cheered up almost instantly, "So what are you doing Mr. Turner?"

"Oh me," he grunted trying to restack the boxes without winding up crushed by them again, "I'm just...hmphf...trying to clean out the garage."

The little girl in ebony pigtails glanced around at the piles of clutter and dusty seldom-to-never used items. Her eyes fell on one particular cardboard box labeled 'Smoof Junk'.

Walking over to it she lifted one of the lid flaps and peeked inside. Something purple and vaguely luminescent immediately caught her attention. "Hey neat squishy lamp Mr. Turner. Where'd you get it?"

The middle aged man was busy using his entire body to prevent the wall of boxes from toppling over; he had to strain to see the object that the bothersome girl was inquiring about. "I don't know. It must be some of Timmy's old junk." an idea suddenly struck him, didn't Tootie have a huge crush on his son? Maybe he could use that to get rid of her, "You can keep it if you want!"

Tootie's face lit up as she started to jump up and down excitedly, "Really!"

"Sure," he insisted, "smoof knows we've got enough junk lying around here anyway."

"Yay!" the overjoyed girl rushed off towards home, "I'm gonna add this to my 'Timmy Love Shrine'!"


Five minute's later up in Tootie's bedroom...

Images of a twelve-year-old boy with brown hair, blue eyes, and buck teeth covered every square inch of the infatuated girl's room. The pink-hatted kid's photo was on every single poster, the top of her bedspread, and even patterned on her curtains. And now she finally had another of Timmy's own possessions to add to the massive—and creepy—collection.

"Just gotta get you all cleaned up first," she said in a singsong voice as she wiped the smoof dust away with a rag and some glass cleaner.

Instantly the lamp began to glow then shook loose from her hands. Tootie watched in amazement as it levitated a few feet above her and a winding stream of blue smoke poured from the top.

GONG!

The reflection of a glowing mythical being appeared in the lenses of her cat-eye glasses but quickly faded into something less intimidating...Norm, the 50,000-year-old magical jerk.

Violet eyes scanned the room perplexedly for a moment from behind a stylish pair of black shades. Finally his gaze fell upon the awestruck girl standing beneath him with his lava lamp in her hands.

Plastering on a grin he took out an index card labeled 'Genie Intro' and started to recite the text. "Hello (insert human's name here) I am NORM the all powerful genie! For freeing me from the lamp I shall now grant you three RULE FREE wishes!"

Tootie blinked in surprise as a large flashing sign appeared behind Norm, the 'M' swung from one corner before falling off completely. Something about this guy seemed suspicious.

'Rule free'... that seemed a bit too good to be true ...there's gotta be a catch.

Arching an eyebrow at the smirking genie she shook her head and gave a simple nonchalant, "No thanks."

Norm did a double take, "What! No thanks! What do ya mean 'No thanks'! These are RULE FREE wishes here kid! Imagine the possibilities! Tons of cash, trendy gear, eternal youth, supreme popularity, head-to-toe makeover..." he urged, then muttered, "...contacts and early braces removal."

Tootie glared at the conceited and overly self-hyping genie, "I don't think so. I didn't mean to rub your dumb ol' lamp anyway so just go back inside and wait for somebody more gullible!"

Scowling Norm explained, "Look girl scout, I can't go back inside my lamp until you use up all three of your wishes. Got it! So intentionally or not you rubbed the lamp and that makes you my master now. So make with the wishes already!"

She studied the shady character warily, He's up to something, she thought catching the sly grin that crossed his features.

"Nope."

"Aw c'mon!" he pleaded, "Don't do this kid!"

Tootie was about to retaliate when a jingle went off from the communicator she'd left in her book bag.

"Cupid!" she eeped rushing to her book bag and digging out the choker.

Pressing the heart-shaped button she held the device out flat and watched as a hologram image of the pink haired mascot of love took form.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Norm muttered.

"Tootie," Cupid spoke, "we've got a little crisis here concerning your sister and Chip Skylark."

Saluting Tootie asked, "What crisis would that be sir? Last I heard sis and Chip were doing great with their long distance relationship. He's even dropping by her college for a visit this weekend."

"That's actually perfect timing then," Cupid responded rubbing his chin, "You see we've just received word of a spaceship rapidly approaching Earth's orbit."

"Huh?"

"It's from—Yugopotamia." he finished with narrowed eyes.

"Um...so?"

"Oh that's right," he chuckled, "you haven't been with the organization long enough to know all about your sister's ex-boyfriends!"

"This is beyond dull," Norm complained still hovering just behind the hologram.

"Who was that!" Cupid demanded. "Is someone there with you young lady!"

"It's just some magical jerk named Norm." she sighed.

Cupid's expression went from anger to annoyance, "Oh...him...yeah I remember Norm from the Trixie Tang fiasco a few years back. Take my advice, keep an eye on that guy and make simple wishes. Genies are notoriously tricky."

"And cherubs hate it when you meddle with love," Norm smirked causing Cupid to get steamed again.

"You do NOT have a license or any of the other necessary certification to go around playing matchmaker mister!" Cupid growled pointing a holographic finger between the genie's crossed eyes.

"Oh spare me the lecture diaper boy, rule free is rule free and I have clearance for all types of wishes, matchmaking and otherwise!" he retorted.

"Guys!" Tootie snapped, "What about the Yugopotamians? Are you saying Vicky dated an alien!"

"Well, not in so many words," Cupid replied (returning to the matter at hand), "The alien prince Mark Chang sort of fell in love with her when he was wished to Earth two years ago."

"Who would be dumb enough to make a wish like that!" she questioned.

Glancing around her room Norm grinned, "I'll give ya three guesses puddin' pop."

"That's confidential," Cupid explained, "the point is that he's currently residing somewhere on Earth (did it to escape marrying some alien warrior princess) and now his parents have come to seek him out. And as far as they know he's here to be with Vicky."

"I don't get it," Tootie puzzled, "two years ago Vicky was in the peak of her ickiness. How could anyone have fallen in love with her then?"

"Good question, this particular alien race seems to have a culture that's completely the opposite of our own. Nice is vile and evil is appealing."

"Okay, that explains it." Tootie nodded, "So you think that they'll go after Vicky to try to find their son?"

"It's a pretty safe bet," Cupid sighed, "and if anything happens to her then the term 'long distance relationship' will take on a whole new meaning."

"So to protect their love I have to prevent Vicky from getting injured or kidnapped." Tootie surmised.

"Exactly," Cupid applauded, "so it's time for Special Operative Trudy to take on her next big case!"

"Basically I'm a bodyguard again," she groaned recalling the hassles of her first assignment, "but this time I want some real spy gear!"

Blinking Cupid shrugged, "You got it. I'll see that it's automatically equipped to your stealth suit. Now get out there and fight the good fight!"

"Or don't," Norm yawned, "I mean seriously, what's he gonna do? Bombard you with candy hearts?"

Glaring at Norm she fastened the choker around her neck and raced downstairs to pluck a rose from her mom's garden.

Left by himself in the Timmy-decor filled room Norm frowned at the smiling faces of his loathed enemy. Timmy had out-jerked him—he hated that—and gotten him sucked back into his lava lamp prison.

In another cruel twist of fate he was now obligated to grant wishes for his enemy's number one fan! How not great was that!

"Wait a minute..." he smirked as the gears in his crafty mind started turning, "...maybe there's a way that I can make this work for me. Yeah, if I tag along with this kid she's bound to lead me straight to Turner. Then I can finally get my revenge!"

Rose petals drifted to the grass outside as a pink glow faded around the slender figure of a woman with long raven hair. Staring worriedly at her window where the sounds of an obviously rehearsed evil laugh could be heard Tootie shook her head, "That is one weird genie."


Amanda/Artiste: First chapter, voila! I know I haven't gotten to the play yet but it's coming up. Next Chapter: Mr. Bickles is a guest teacher at Vicky's college. Vicky's roomie just happens to be a drama major. When the theatrics/drama department is short on cast members students from other majors start getting pulled in to help. Special Operative Trudy makes a return and is once again out to save her sister...without Vicky catching onto to her true identity. And you might know that Timmy and his godparents find their way right into the center of all the chaos. Review and I'll post chapter two!

Chip: Hey I'm in a post-chapter segment! Awesome!

Timmy: Hiya Chip, finally got some recognition outside the story huh?

Chip: Yep, it's good to be me little dude.

:Timmy's dad approaches wearing his 'Chip gear' and carrying a case of peanut butter.:

Mr. Turner: Hey, aren't you Chip Skylark!

Chip: :stares at the crazed fan and all that peanut butter uneasily: Um...no.

Timmy: :grins: So much for the perks of being pretty and popular.