Crocker buslted about his room,scraping threw every last piece of thing he owned that was "faiy-hunter" related.This job is gonna be my biggest one yet.He thought to himself,while sifting threw some random defective fairy capturing and/or locating junk near his unmade bed,A job requiring everything I got!

"Oh,this is just sooo hopeless!"He finally shouted to himself after a while of unsuccessful searching,his voice was raised to high-pitched that it bounced off the wall and echoed to the downstairs of his house,his mother was at making dinner.

"Denzel!"She sang up to him merrily,unaware of anything that was the matter,"Did you say something to mommie,sweetie?"

"No,mother!Mind you're own business!"He snapped at her.

"I'm SO unapperciated!"She sobbed from down stairs and darted out the front door and to the lawn to cry in peace.

"Ugh!"Crocker groaned loudly,sitting himself on a box to think,"At this rate,I'll never find anything suitable to capture four fairys and still not manage to get caught!"

Just then,the phone rang and a mysterious voice spook.Low and steady to make sure no else was eavsdropping,but still loud enough to get what needed to be said out to Crocker.

"So....You want to know how to capture those fairys,eh?"The deep voice asked with a familiar ring to it,but not to Crocker of course.

"Who is this?How did you get my number!?That's it!I'm calling my..........did you say fairys?"Crocker suddenly realized what the mysterious stranger was saying and started to get into a mock interested listen,"Well?"

"Yes....fairys!I happen to know how you can catch them.Meet me down by the Dimmsdale Public Liberay at 12 noon tommorrow and I'll tell you all about it."The voice went on,making a full attempt to stay dark and unappealing.

"Hmm...Alright,I accept!"Crocker repiled with a little uncertainty,but then quickly added,"There's a catch,isn't there?But oh well,I suppose small catch would be worth it."

"Umm,yes!Now that you mention,there is a bit of a catch to it."The voice grew a little more excited,but still managed to keep it's cool,sly and oddly low tone of voice.

"Which would be.....?"Crocker urged curiously.

"You must spare one fairy in particular,when you capture them (with my help,of course) I will select the one I wish to keep as my own and you get to do what you'd like with the rest!"The person wasted no time in getting to the much haisted point.

"You wantone of them?"Crocker repeated thoughtfully.

"Yes,so it's a deal then,right?"

"You want one of the fairys I catch...?"

"Is there an echo in here...yes!I do,thank you."

"So,let me get this straight...."

"YES already!For the love of Pete!I want one of the fairys you catch!"The voice boomed in an explosion of impaitence and fury,but quickly regained her ability to speak in a low and unknown voice again,"So is it a deal or not?"

"Sure,"Crocker agreed wryly,blinking twice in fasicination.

"Good."The voice sighed wearily,"Tommorrow at 12 then."

"Um...OK."Crocker repiled dazedly and hung up.

"Denzel...I have something to tell you!"His mother called to him from the front,almost like nothing had happened.

"Coming!"Crocker called back down and then almost obidently wandered down to the first floor to his mother.

Crocker nearly fainted right there,when he saw what his mother was wearing.A lepord-skinned leotard!She poised for her son and then tip-toed up to him to give him a tight squeeze around the waist.Crocker just froze there in abouslute horror.

"Well,dear...."She said to him in an upbeat voice,while skipping back into her original poise,"What'd you think?"

"I think I'm dreaming and I'm about to wake up now!"Crocker cried in a shrill cry and then whamped himself over the head with his mother's briefcase,that always sat beside the door,"Am I awake yet?"

"Sweetie,mommie enrolled herself in afternoon gymnasitcs.Isn't that great!?"Crocker's mom inquired cheerfully,helping her unstable son to his feet.

"What about you're yoga teaching classes?"Crockered asked.

"Oh,honnie.Get with the program!Yoga is SO 70's!"She chortled happily and did back flips all the way to her car.

"I wish I was married."

Back at Timmy's house....

"Where is he?"Wanda wondered out loud,she was having a horrible time trying to get along with her parents and Timmy seemed to be the only one who was taking to them as they seemed to be strangely taking to him.For a second,she thought she felt a hint of jealousy well up inside her,but quickly dismissed it as silly and far-fetched.Her and Cosmo were Timmy's fairy godparents,not her parents!

"Where'd you say that boy went again?"Roberto asked her with seemingly vague interest,as he was scanning the sports section of the newspaper he had concealed himself in.

"With his parents and grandparents to do something or other."Wanda repiled reluctanly,she was starting to think that was all her parents really cared about,was her godchild!

"Hey,fry boy!"Roberto joked towards Cosmo,"Bring me another thing of de-cafe soda,will you?"

"Sure!"Cosmo repiled enthusastically and tossed him a soda from a mini bar Cosmo had recently poofed up,in case anyone needed anything,"One no-uh-something calf pop,comin right up!"

"Heh,heh,"Roberto chuckled heartily and gave Cosmo a friendly slap on the back,"You know,at first I thought you were a brainless dope who somehow got my daugther to marry her.But,hey,they're may be hope for ya after all!Am I right,Cozzie?"

"You're right,Robbie!"Cosmo jeered back and slapped his back as well,both of them over-lapping with cheesey grins.

"Cos,mind testing this soup were having for dinner?"Martha asked him tenderly,flying up to where he could just sip some.

"Hmm..."Cosmo sipped at it and then gave a quick thumbs-up sign,"Soup-o-refic!"

"Grrr...."Wanda sizzled under her breath and flew over to them with her teeth bared and her fists clenched.

"Hi!"She greeted them in a cheerful hello.

"Hello,dear."Martha repiled with a small smile.

"Hi,hon,what have you been up to or whatever?"Roberto mumbled without looking at her,going back to reading his paper.

"Just waiting to see when were reading to go...."Wanda coxed them slyly,waiting for some sort of surprised or excited reaction,instead all she recieved was another dissapointment.

"Where's that,dear?"Martha finally asked her.

"Well,I was thinking we could go to...."Wanda started up,with a sure smile that this would make them all spend more time with her and less time with Cosmo or even....Timmy.

"Kidney land!"Cosmo piped up gleefully,carelessly cutting his wife off.

"Where...!?"Wanda mused breathlessly.

"Kidney land!"They all chimed in unison and all started to pack for the trip,without another thought to it.

Wanda looked down at the copy of the Family's day out flier gripped firmly in her hands and let it fall to the floor,still looking at it.She sort of just froze there in mid-air for a while,motion and emotionless,before finally drifting slowly to the mouse hole and with brimming teary eyes said softly,"What other choice do I have.My parents,my godchild even my own husband doesn't want to spend time or do anything I want to with me.I guess that's how it is when you've been away sometimes for almost 10thousand years."

Sad huh?Wait till the next one,it gets even better!

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