Disclaimer: The basic plot for this story is my idea, however The Fairly OddParents and all characters involved belong to Butch Hartman.

Chapter Two-- "The Rude Awakening"

Timmy arrived at Flappy Bob's Camp Learn-A-Torium to find the place exactly as he expected it to be--without a trace of Gary and Betty. Heaving a sigh of relief, he looked down at Cosmo and Wanda--disguised as goldfish in the fishbowl in his hands--and gave them a triumphant I-told-you-so smirk.

"See? Nothing to worry about," he told them confidently, "With Gary and Betty out of the picture, I can do anything I want without having to worry about helmets, kneepads, or any of that other useless safety junk and--best of all--I don't have to listen to their stupid happy-peppy song."

At that moment, as if on cue, two silhouettes appeared in the doorway behind him. After a minute or two, both figures jumped into the light to reveal themselves as...

"I'm happy-peppy Vicky!"

"I'm happy-peppy Denzel!"

"We're happy-peppy, happy-peppy, happy-peppy-hap!"

"Ask happy-peppy Vicky," Mr. Crocker sang out.

"Those goldfish look kind of icky!" Vicky concluded.

"So we will be confiscating them whether you like it or not--yay!"

Timmy's face twitched in a disturbed manner as he beheld both his teacher and his babysitter dressed in white shorts, pink sweater vests, graduation caps, and pink and white sneakers. Both were grinning, but not in the happy-peppy way Gary and Betty did. They were grinning evilly. Of course, Mr. Crocker's evil grin had an undertone of insanity. Timmy was so shocked, he couldn't bring himself to say or do anything right away as Vicky snatched his fishbowl from him.

"Wait! You can't just take my goldfish away from me!" the buck-toothed boy protested at last, "They're my pets--and they're not icky!"

"Oh, but we can," Vicky corrected him, "See, we're in charge of your health and safety as long as you're here and I say we should flush these fish before they spread some horrible disease!"

"Flush them!" Crocker spoke up, snatching the bowl from Vicky, "I don't think so! These aren't just any goldfish. These are...FAIRY GOLDFISH!--I mean...FAIRY GODFISH!--I mean...FAIRY GODPARENTS!"

"Right," Vicky scoffed, taking the fishbowl away from Crocker again, "And I'm Cinderella's fairy godmother."

"Are you really!" Crocker asked, not exactly picking up on her sarcasm as he whips out his infamous butterfly net and quickly brings it down over Vicky's head.

"No!" Vicky snapped, taking the butterfly net and breaking it in two over her knee.

"Yes, she is!" Timmy spoke up in desperation, "She's a fairy godmother! Capture her--and give me back my goldfish!"

"I don't think so, twerp," Vicky snickered maliciously, "These fish are happy-peppy property now."

With that, Vicky slapped a safety suit on Timmy, then she and Crocker trotted off to take Cosmo and Wanda to the room were confiscated properties were kept until further notice. When the two notorious characters that seemed to be every Dimmsdale child's nightmare were out of Timmy's earshot, Crocker stirred up the goldfish argument again.

"Give me those FAIRIES!" Crocker demanded, trying to yank the fishbowl out of Vicky's hands, "I need to use them to fulfill my wildest dreams!"

"And I need to use them for my sadistic amusement," Vicky growled, yanking right back, "I'm going to flush them!"

In the fishbowl, Cosmo and Wanda felt as though they were in an earthquake setting as the water sloshed around and their castle tipped over due to Crocker and Vicky jerking in opposite directions.

"All right, compromise," Crocker panted, unable to get the fishbowl from Vicky, "You take one and flush it and I'll use the other one for my own personal gain."

"Sounds fair," Vicky shrugged, "I'll flush the fat pink-eyed one."

Wanda growled, but resisted the urge to yell and thus reveal that she could speak.

"No!" Crocker snarled, once again the cause of yet another argument, "I want the pink-eyed one. You take the green-eyed one."

"Question there, Poindorkster," Vicky interrupted, "What exactly do you stand to gain from these gross little fish?"

"Why, everything my nonexistent heart desires!" Crocker cried excitedly, "I told you--they're...FAIRY GODPARENTS!"

"Good grief," the evil red-head rolled her rose-colored eyes, "You're nuttier than crunchy peanut butter, you know that?"

"Ooh, that's one I've never heard before," Crocker remarked, apparently impressed by her insult directed at his questionable sanity, "I'll have to write that one down."

"Whatever," Vicky grumbled, "All right, you can have the fat pink-eyed one. Happy?"

"Excessively," Crocker grinned madly.

Meanwhile, Timmy was wandering around the Learn-A-Torium in his bulky safety suit, trying to find Cosmo and Wanda. He paused in his searching as he rounded a corner and heard someone crying. Glancing into the Happy-Peppy Ball Pit, he saw Tootie, Vicky's little sister, locked in a small square cage.

"Tootie?" he asked, waddling over to her, "What are you doing here?"

"Timmy?" Tootie gasped, her tear-stained face lighting up at the sight of the subject of her obsessive crush, "Oh, Timmy! I was crying because I was unbearably sad, but now--since you showed up--I'm unbearably happy!"

"Quiet!" Timmy hissed, "I can get you out of there, but you have to keep it down. Vicky and Crocker took my pet goldfish and I'm going to need some help getting them back. You in?"

"Maybe," Tootie replied coyly, "For a price."

"All right, one kiss," Timmy sighed rolling his eyes as he muttered, "Boy, I must be desperate!"

Taking a deep breath, he leaned down and was about to give Tootie a half-hearted kiss on the cheek when Vicky and Crocker appeared on the scene again.

"Well, well, well," Vicky sneered, "Isn't this sweet? Prince Charming is coming to rescue his lady fair, but they're not going to live happily ever after!"

Before Timmy could sprint away, Crocker grabbed him by the neck while Vicky picked up Tootie's cage and shook it violently, just to be cruel.

"May I borrow your Fun Box?" Crocker asked, speaking of the small cage Tootie was imprisoned in.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't," Vicky grinned, pulling Tootie out of the "Fun Box" and dropping it at Crocker's feet.

Crocker lost no time stuffing Timmy in the small cage, then, with the creepiest, evilly insane grin on his face he...burst into song.

"Fun Box, oh Fun Box," he sang gleefully, "Small and square and dark. Fun Box, oh Fun Box, check out these cool fun locks--yay!"

With that he dumped a pile of chains on the cage and fastened them around it with a large assortment of padlocks. He then proceeded to swallow the key, but he paused and reconsidered the idea.

"I think I'll just connect it to my key ring instead," he muttered, clipping the key on a ring holding several other keys connected to his belt, "Have fun, Turner."

"Let me out of here!" Timmy shrieked in his high-pitched nasal voice, "This is unconstitutional!"

"You don't even know what unconstitutional means," Crocker paused to frown at Timmy.

"Oh...right," Timmy muttered, then resumed yelling, "Well, you'll pay for this! I'll get out of here...somehow."