Author's Note: I've been away from fanfiction for a few years, and am also trying to catch onto the shows comedic timing (note I said trying, not yet succeeding) so any advice is greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: The Fairly Odd Parents aren't mine, they're Butch Hartman's.
The Next Thirty Seven Year Plan
Tim Turner peeked out the window at the street outside his house. And he was most likely going to stay there becoming slightly grayer around the temples until Tommy got home. -His sixteen year-old son was going driving for the first time without an adult riding shotgun.
Or at least he thought….
He blinked and stared at the pink and green dice hanging from the rearview mirror in his son's car. "Weird. Déjà vu."
Inside of the car, the dice were worried, too.
"Tommy! Watch the stop light!" Tommy believed the car might have broken a few laws of physics with its immediate, magical stop. But neither Tommy nor the author were very good at physics, and could not be sure.
The dice spun on their strings, and tangled into each other… "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" …And came up snake eyes.
"Thanks, Wanda," Tommy said sheepishly.
Wanda and Cosmo merely groaned and poofed themselves back to fairy form. "Should have stayed dice…. Dice don't throw up. I think." As he said it, Cosmo turned slightly greener than normal.
"Tammy needs the car tonight, Scout."
Cosmo snapped back from his nausea at this. "Right! She has a date tonight. I don't like the looks of that guy, Tommy. He's like Muscles Magoo with acne… I wonder…" Cosmo raised his wand and grinned maniacally, preparing to grant himself a little wish against Juandissimo.
Tommy- with a 'bones with sleeves' physique of his own- nodded his approval of the suggested wish and both green fairy and teenaged boy smirked at the scream heard through Fairy World and Dimmsdale immediately following the wave of Cosmo's wand.
"Now how about planning a little intimidation?" Tommy asked, looking just as maniacal as his godfather. Ever the meddling, yet protective little brother…
"Ooh! Ooh! Green means go!" Cosmo chirped.
Later that evening…
Cosmo and Tommy leaped up at the doorbell. Discussing how to make sure Tammy's date was kept in line had been today's round of the not study game.
"I'm sure your father will have it covered. Can't we just chaperon? Or stay home and watch television?" Wanda asked hopefully.
"Well… If by 'chaperon,' you mean 'spy…'"
"I don't!"
"I wish we could spy on my sister's date!"
"Done!" And with a wave of Cosmo's wand, they invaded Tammy's love life.