Cosmo flew about the aisles of the nearest Fairy supermarket,hopelessly puzzled.Hmmm,now was it streamers and banners or lymers and can openers?He thought to himself,scratching at his head quizzically.

"Sir.May I be of some sort of assistance to you?"A teenage girl faerie with curly red hair,black rimmed glasses and a cocky voice asked in a bored tone from behind him.

"Huh?Who-ME?!"Cosmo asked her curiously,pointing stupidly to himself .

"Do you see any other moronic saps around the premises,sir?"

"Uh,help,right?HELP!That's what I need!"Cosmo cried victoriously and did a little dance in mid-air,"Yeah,do you have any hot sause and peanutbutter?No,no wait!Uh....chocolate moose and candy wrappers?Uh,no,uh,uh,uh.....have anything on a discount?"

Back on Earth....

"First were gonna need lights!"Timmy declared to Wanda.

Grinning,she happiley poofed a table with a candle light on it.They were planning to make the mood just right for her parents and Timmy was helping think of anything possible to help make it all come together,in other words:Perfect!

"Fancy gourmet chief."Timmy sang.

"Comin' right up!"Wanda sang back,poofing one up.

"Spare castle right next to yours."Timmy added confidently.

"OK,one....oh."Wanda suddenly became quiet and looked down into Timmy's perplexed look.

"What's wrong with that?They have to sleep somewhere,right?"Timmy questioned her,looking at her semi-straightly.

"I sort of said they could stay in our castle."Wanda admitted ruefully,playing with a string of her light-pink tinted hair.

"So....where will you and Cosmo stay?"Timmy came straight out and asked her.

"In some mouse hole if Cosmo ever gets back."Wanda repiled in a dangerously low wry voice and sighed.

Back in Fairlyworld....

"Ready to go,hon?"Martha called to Roberto,as she finished stuffing the remains of their things in one of the 3 overly-stuff already suitcases.

"What do you wanna bet Wanda's still married to that nutjob of a fairy?"Roberto questioned his wife,while wearily retreiving his keys from his pocket.

"Hon,"Martha said softly,glancing over at a framed photo of Wanda in high school winning some Home ec. award for the freshest muffins,"Wanda's hasn't always been the brightest of the brightest.Not meaning she's dumb,but she's always seemed to fall into the crowd of mischievous-makers.But even so,I really think Wanda's tooken a reasonable and responisble path in her life."

"You really think so,Marty?"Roberto asked curiously.

"Not a chance,"Martha heaved out in one unsupressed sigh.

"Well just have to wait and see,I guess."Roberto shrugged at his wife and started the car.

Back on Earth....

Wanda and Timmy were putting the finishing touchs on things,of course,Wanda was over doing it a bit by being a little too bossy.But that supposively wasn't too obvious,even when her parents weren't coming over in less then a day.

"The lights too dim."She complained observently,poofing up a new match and blowing out the already lit candle.

"You're the one of poofed it up."Timmy reminded her.

"The Chief's over-baking that oven-baked chicken!"Wanda gasped and quickly tried fannying it off,by poofing her wand into a fan.

"Overly....baked?"Timmy repeated,preplexed.

"Mouse hole me and Cosmo are being made and/or forced to live in for the remainder of the weekend,even thou it techincally isn't even saturday yet."Wanda was continueing to say to herself,poofing up a tiny hole near thier fish bowl in the wall.

"I didn't think you literally meant that whole mouse hole thing."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"Well,anyways.If Cosmo ever gets back with those things we told him to get.Maybe this won't be such a disater after all."Wanda exclaimed with an air of confidence surrounding her,"Oh,by the way.Thanks for helping me out,Timmy."

"Sure,"Timmy repiled vaguely,starting to push the chairs in.

"Well,whats the matter sport?"Wanda asked him concerndly and flew down to where she was just about eye-level with him.

"It justs,I haven't seen them since I was six and I'm nervous."Timmy admitted,leaning againist the chair and looking deliberatly at the ground when he spoke.

"Because you think you might not know what to think about them?"Wanda persisted gently,this time floating on about 2 feet away from him,still at eye-level.

"Basically."Timmy repiled solemnly,looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Try comparing 4 years to 10,000!"Wanda laughed and took a moment to regain her caring and/or concerned composure.

"Yeah,but humans don't live as long as fairys do."

"True.But I'm just as nervous about my parents as you are with you're grandparents."She admitted herself,ruffling a small match of Timmy's lightish-brown hair standing up on end.

"You're right."Timmy smiled at her,letting loose a small chuckle.

"See,it's how you make the sitution that determines the outcome."Wanda told him whole-heartdley,smiling back.

"Uh,whatever!"Timmy chimed in his normal,boyish tone.

"Hmm...Now where do you suppose Cosmo is?"

Sorry.Everywhere I turned this or that was disabled.Crud,huh?Will thanks for sticking with me so far.Oh,chapter 3,Meet all the parents,with be HULRIOUS!!

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