Timmy paced the room.
"What's wrong, Timmy?" Wanda asked in concern.
"Oh, nothing. Oh alright, I'll tell you. You know how you have the 'Timmy's in danger' senses and the 'Cosmo's in danger' senses?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I think they're rubbing off on me."
"Didn't you always know when you were in danger?"
"I mean the 'Cosmo's in danger' sense."
"Why would you say that?"
"Well, because, I think something bad is happening but I don't know what. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but something doesn't feel right in the air. Do you think I'm crazy?"
She looked worried. "No, you're not crazy. It feels like that to me, too."
"Maybe we should go to my school and check on him. We can turn invisible or something."
"But what if there's nothing wrong?"
"Oh. Well, then we go home and see a counselor for our paranoia."
Timmy and Wanda turned invisible and poofed to Dimmsdale Middle School.
Meanwhile, Cosmo was struggling against his restraints. "You're insane! Of course I'm Timmy Turner!"
"No you aren't."
"How would you know?"
"Let's look at the proof, shall we? First, you had a wand in your backpack."
"I bet loads of kids do!"
"Second, these restraints can only hold someone with magical powers."
"Maybe it doesn't work right."
"Third, Timmy Turner doesn't have green eyes." Crocker grinned wickedly in a self satisfied way.