Hey! Guess who's back again everyone!
No, really. Guess! Lol.
The eternal optimist who always thinks of happy endings while on her permanently reserved position on the big comfy couch of denial has another offering for you.
Only one point to mention today and it is that this (...) means that the kids are talking to each other in their own special way.
Have fun!
Trixie21
No, I don't own FOP or any reference to its varied characters mentioned herein, and unless the new episodes that follow 'School's Out' begin showing the love again, I wouldn't want to. So, for now, Butch Hartman can keep his name tacked on…even if it is for nothing more than the royalties at this point.
Oh…and I don't own The Big Comfy Couch either. That belongs to some broadcasting company in Tennessee I think. : )
Fairly OddParents : The Next Generation
Chapter 2. Off To Work We Go
"Cosmo and Wanda, the reason I have called you in is to put you both on active god parenting duty once more," said the white haired, over sized, excessively muscled Jorgen Von Strangle from behind his immaculate desk.
As Cosmo's jaw dropped, Wanda's tightened with a heated look.
She should have known.
Damn Jorgen.
"Hey! We're supposed to be on vacation!" said Cosmo indignantly.
Wanda sighed. Amazing how he never seemed to understand anything anyone said, but he knew perfectly well when something was going to interrupt his fun. And of course this was definitely going to do just that.
"Your vacation is hereby rescinded. You have a job to do and I will not tolerate any foolishness or back talk," informed the white haired overly zealous defender of Fairy World.
"But we were going to the cheese festival!" whined Cosmo plaintively.
"Cosmo," interrupted Wanda, forcing herself to throw aside her irritation for Jorgen to be calm for her husband. "We'll go next time we're off."
She then added with an apologetic smile, "And I promise we'll leave on time next time. Okay?"
Cosmo pouted with a grumble.
"Oh…alright. If we have to wait, I guess I can." He smiled slyly at his wife then. "But only if I can have all of your complimentary cheese samples from the festival too."
Happy to be able pass off something she really couldn't eat that much of anyway she readily agreed.
"As long as you trade for any chocolate you get," she winked playfully.
"Deal," beamed Cosmo happily. It certainly was a deal to him. Chocolate was all nice and good and he enjoyed a piece of it once in a while too, but it just didn't compare to cheese. Honestly, he wasn't sure what Wanda found in the stuff.
As the veins in his neck began to bulge, Jorgen growled at the two fairies that were supposed to be quaking in fear before him when at work.
"Enough! If you do not stop blathering on you won't live to see a cheese festival!"
Cosmo, for the first time in known history, voluntarily pulled the zipper closed on his own mouth…literally.
Jorgen nodded in satisfaction.
"Good. Now listen carefully. Your next assignment is a very important, very special job."
Wanda flicked a fine eyebrow up.
"And you're giving this to us why?"
"Because you are the only godparent team available at this time."
"You couldn't have stuck a couple of fairies together for this? I mean, we spend almost an entire year in the academy learning how to work together in groups and in teams you know."
"Of course I know that puny fairy! I designed the training program that has been in place since before you went! I know it inside and out."
Few people in all the universe were brave enough to even think of challenging Jorgen's opinion, and Cosmo absolutely loved the fact that his wife was one of them.
Wanda shrugged with an amused look at the smirking zipper across Cosmo's face.
"Okay," she said casually. "Just checking."
Looking as if he thought he had control over the conversation again, Jorgen continued.
"This is a special job requiring you to watch over twins."
"Mmmph ssmoo smmecaall ammoont mmaatchiiinnmm mwiiins?" Cosmo tried to ask through his zippered mouth.
Jorgen glared mercilessly and Cosmo looked at Wanda in confusion, hoping for a little help. She pointed to her mouth to which Cosmo looked down. Then, with a sheepish dip of his head, Cosmo opened the zipper across his mouth.
"What's so special about watching twins?" he re-asked.
"Right," agreed Wanda. "We've watched several sets of twins and even triplets once. Its hard, but not impossible."
"But this set is not like others. I cannot tell you all the details because we cannot risk influencing the future, but I can tell you that part of the reason for their difference from other puny human children is particularly because of one half of their parentage."
Wanda and Cosmo looked at each other before looking back at Jorgen.
"And the parent being?"
"One of your past god children. That puny trouble making human by the name of Timmy Turner."
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Earth…2022…Dimmsdale…the Turner backyard…
Ah, the first day of summer vacation.
A traditional time of year for the kids of the world to kick back, relax, get into mischief or just have a little fun.
For one set of twins already up and playing, this is exactly what they thought they were going to have when they woke up that gorgeous morning. What they didn't know was that their nine year old lives were about to get a whole lot more interesting, and fairly…odd.
Tommy and Tammy Turner, looked at each other from over the top of a freshly dug hole with triumphant grins. They had found the treasure map just the other day stuck in between the pages of an old comic book from a collection their father had pulled out of the attic. Their father couldn't remember to what it led to, but encouraged the kids to go ahead and see if they could figure it out. And that's just what they'd done.
In fact, the moment they'd gotten up, they'd rushed through breakfast to get to the trail, had easily followed the simple directions to this exact spot, and here they now crouched with the treasure unearthed.
(Let's go show Daddy!), suggested Tammy as she smiled with a bob of her brown haired head.
Her fraternal twin Tommy smiled in return.
(Yeah!), he cheered as he and his sister jumped up quickly from the hole they'd been digging by the flower bush. Into the house they ran, Tommy almost losing his deep pink hat from atop his thick mop of black hair.
Twins throughout history have enjoyed a rather unique presence. In some cultures, twins have been honored as divine representatives, some being interpreted as gifts from deities if not the offspring of gods themselves. In some countries and past cultures they were even considered to be a sign of coming plenty and good crops. For this reason twins born were gifted above all others and many times were treated as kings and queens for much of their lives. But aside from the historical and cultural iconery, there was the also not so noticed gifts of a truly exceptional type. Twins by nature, particularly identical twins, have a strong tendency to be bonded in such a way so as to be able to feel the presence or influence of their sibling. This bond can be so strong that even when separated at birth, these twins will often gravitate towards the same interests, same type of loves and even in some cases be drawn to find each other after 30, 40 or 50 years have gone by.
These two however, were no ordinary set of twins. Not by magical standards and certainly not by human standards. This particular set of twins had a very special ability. The ability to talk to each other within their minds. Telepathy.
Though not identical twins, they'd had the capability to sense each other since the day their minds were formed enough while still in the womb, but the words through true telepathy did not come until they understood its communicative function. Before that it was nothing more than a strong sensing of each others moods and feelings. They had learned to react off of this and thus each other, and in time, when they understood speech as such, they were even able to use it to their benefit to play on their parent's occasional blind moments. Of course they loved their parents. But they were kids after all, and kids will take advantage of their parents every so often.
When at home, at school, or just in play, they used their unique talent as casually as any one would use their voice, but they shared the knowledge of it with no one but themselves. No one knew. No one seemed to have figured it out. Not even their parents. Which was all well and good as far as they were concerned. It had the advantage of not only keeping their conversations truly private, but allowed them to better hide a wonderfully sharp set of young minds behind their especially innocent sounding voices and childish facade.
It was assumed by most people that knew them, that their strangely coordinated moves and thoughts were merely evidence of a particularly strong connection and they could just know things about each other. No one had ever guessed how it really went. At least…not yet.
"Hey Daddy! What's this?" asked Tammy, the blue eyes behind her dark blue glasses sparkling, as she carried in the dirt covered old lunch box from the back yard.
Timothy Turner, or Tim as he was called by those other than his parents and wife, looked up at his children with a loving gaze from where he browsed through the morning mail. It was still a marvel to him that here he stood, at barely 30, married with two children.
His son, save for the black hair he'd garnered from his mother's genes, looked as he had as a boy right down to the buck teeth. Poor kid though. The ultrasounds had had them convinced they were having two girls and they had bought nothing but pink.
Tommy had his love of adventure and was sometimes a little too quick to act or speak. But he was a bright and rather deceptively sensitive boy and even with his rough and tumble general boy antics, he always seemed to be looking out for others.
Tammy on the other hand, was her mother down to a tee with the trade off for her father's brown hair. She was just as bright as her brother, but Tammy was the artistic and more calculating of the two. She was well settled and thoughtful in most things she took on and seldom knew failure of any sort unless she had too many ideas from which to choose. In some cases it was her tendency to over analyze that brought about her rare downfall.
She was also uniquely talented for her age in that she was very able to easily look at an issue from either side and had the makings of an impressive impartial mediator. One would hardly think that though if one were to only go by the light pink hair bands she regularly wore, her favorite pink plaid skirt and adorably soft features.
Setting the mail down he took the offered prize and looked at the faded and slightly rusty Johnny Hunt action scene before smiling broadly.
"Hey! I remember this. It's my time capsule," he said as he opened it up and peered inside.
His fingers brushed through the contents. An old TV guide, a picture of a red haired girl crossed over with red marker, a few other miscellaneous scraps of paper and items, and down at the bottom he found another picture. He plucked it out and studied the sight of him as a boy of ten standing with a teary eyed expression of unhappiness.
For a moment, Tim's adult expression looked at the picture in consternation for whatever had caused him to look so sad. A moment later however his face softened and he smiled fondly as his eyes fell upon the other occupants of the picture…two goldfish floating serenely in a bowl beside where he stood.
He said nothing for that moment as he looked down at the fish he remembered caring for as a boy. They'd been quite a pair of goldfish having lived over seven years in that bowl in his old room. He'd never heard of such a long life for a couple of fish. Usually a kid was lucky if they made it a year and even that was a rarity.
Suddenly, he started from his revere as he placed the picture in his top shirt pocket with a final tender pat and smile. He had other things to do besides reminisce about sometimes cloudy childhood memories.
"Ah well. Time to go to work."
Having caught the flash of metal and movement outside the door, Tim walked over to it.
"And time for your babysitter."
Tim opened the door and there floated one of the newest mechanical wonders of the babysitting industry, the Vic-Sit 2022.
Tommy and Tammy both eyed the green bodied, red haired, pink eyed robot warily.
(Um, bad feeling about this), stated Tommy to his sister as he glanced over at her worriedly.
(Very bad feeling), agreed Tammy.
"Hi Mr. Turner. I'm here to baby sit the little targets…I mean, the precious gifts from above. Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha," its decidedly feminine mechanical voice droned as it glided into the house.
Tommy and Tammy both gave a little cry and flew to cling behind their dad's straight legs.
Tim looked at his petrified children for a moment, then the Vic-Bot as he rubbed his chin suspiciously.
"Hmm. There's something about this that's familiar. But I…"
Suddenly his wrist watch alarm went off and the thought, as well as his chary mood, was broken instantly as he looked at the time. Some things never change.
"Whoops. Gotta' go. I'm gonna' be late," he said as he walked to the door, his kids still attached to him.
"Bye Tammy. Bye Tommy," he said with a smile as he shook them off before walking out the door.
"Have a memorable day Mr. Turner," the Vic-Bot said with an almost evil leer.
The moment the door was closed the Vic-Bot turned to the twins with six appendages suddenly sticking out dramtically, each holding a weapon of destruction and pain. These included two flame throwers, a whirring chain saw, a circular saw, an electrified pincer claw and a rotating corkscrew.
Tommy and Tammy screeched as they rushed to the window in time to see their dad walk away.
"No! Don't leave! Take us with you!" they cried in unison, already to late.
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From the other side of the room a pair of goldfish floated in a fishbowl, as they observed the scene before them. Unlike any other fish one might have said they had seen however, these two had especially large expressive eyes, one set decidedly bright pink, the other a bright green.
"Like father like son" remarked the pink eyed goldfish to her counterpart with a smile.
"Tell me about it," grinned the green eyed goldfish smugly even though he had almost no clue what was actually being implied.
The pink eyed fish sighed.
"Come on, Cosmo. Lets get ready."
"Right behind you, Wanda!" he chirped happily.
And with unseen poofs they were gone.
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Vic-Bot wasted no time for pleasantries. Before Tim's car had hardly gone down the street three houses, Tommy and Tammy had already been firmly entrenched in cleaning what had been an already clean kitchen.
When they had been ordered to start the job and Tommy had mentioned the futility of cleaning an already clean room, Vic-Bot had replied, "Oh! You don't want to clean a clean room? Here then! You can clean a dirty one!"
Once said, it quickly opened up a side panel and out erupted a slew of dirt, trash, and robot oil.
Tommy and Tammy stood in shock for a moment at the sight, before Vic-Bot screeched in its robotic monotone drawl, "Get to work!"
The kids jumped before scrambling to grab their assorted implements of hand cleaning and begin the laborious task of clean-up.
"And no talking permitted," added the monstrosity.
No problem there.
(Nice going, Tommy!), shot Tammy.
(Its not my fault! I didn't know it would do that), he tried to argue.
(Well, maybe next time, if you don't know, don't talk.)
(Hey! I didn't ask Daddy to leave this thing here with us.)
(And neither did I, but its here and it doesn't like us, so don't make it any madder, okay?)
(Robots can get mad? I thought they weren't supposed to have emotions.)
(Well this one does and it looks like they're all bad.)
(Oh man!)
And so it went for the next hour as they tackled the disgusting kitchen. When they were done, the twins shuffled over to the robot babysitter as it reclined on their dad's favorite chair watching the Mechanic's Channel, to report that they had finished the kitchen and could they please go to their rooms to rest.
The Vic-Bot replied, "You can go to your rooms only when you have finished cleaning the bathroom."
The kids stared for a moment, Tommy wisely keeping his mouth shut this time having learned the first lesson well enough, before they trudged to the bathroom to find that this too had been rendered an absolute mess.
"Aww! Not again!" bawled Tommy in exasperation.
"No talking!" yelled the Vic-Bot from its position on the reclining chair.
(You're going to get us twice as much work if you don't stop that), chastised his sister as she grabbed a scrub brush and moved next to the toilet.
(I'm sorry! I didn't think she was going to have this already here! And I'll take the toilet. You can do the walls), said Tommy as he picked out a fresh toilet bowl freshening cake from under the sink.
(Well, just assume that she's got it in for us), replied Tammy. (Oh, and I'm doing the toilet. You can do the walls.)
(What! No way! I got dibs on the toilet)
(No, I do!), his sister argued back as she grabbed the edge of the toilet freshener's package.
(I do!), Tommy shouted mentally as he tried to pull the package out his sister's grasp.
(I do!)
(I do!)
(I do!)
(I do!)
The fight for the toilet freshener escalated to a full out tug of war, but the flimsy plastic packaging could only stand so much before it suddenly tore between them, sending a swirly green and pink colored bowl freshener high into the air. Both kids watched as the compressed crystal like cake spun several times before it began to fall. Down, down, down it came, until it fell with a splash into the toilet. There was a moment of pause were both kids sighed in relief knowing that at least they wouldn't have to clean that up off the floor. But the relief lasted only a moment, before a sudden misting of green and pink smoke and sparkling glitter arose from the bowl.
Another slow chapter, ya think? Well, I did have to introduce Tommy and Tammy.
So, its question time all. Who do YOU think should get to have the role of Mommy? Trixie or Tootie? I think it could easily go either way and be perfectly explainable. I do have a personal first choice, however I think I may leave that up to you dear readers. Your votes will decide! I could go the whole fic without mentioning who their mother really is.
So those are your choices. Trixie, Tootie or leave it a wonderful mystery.
And before anyone asks…my author name, Trixie21, implies nothing except my undying love for the old Speed Racer cartoon and the main female character by the name 'Trixie' on the show. Anyone here besides me actually know that show?
Thank you to the following reviewers for being the very first to notice this fic! Lol.
Oneesan no Miroku Houshi - As a fellow newbie to FOP fanfics I say good luck with your new fic. It has the potential to be something really good.
Commander - As always you are a paragon of writing excellence and I thank you for your encouraging reviews!
Aerinsoul - Love/hate relationships are some of the best kind! Glad I could get you hooked to Cosmo and Wanda!
And lastly, I made one little alteration in Chapter 1. I had it listed that Cosmo and Wanda had been married for 9,835 years, which was incorrect. At the time of the episode 'Apartnership', they had been married for 9,895 years. I guess I hit the wrong key when originally typing chapter 1 (not to mention forgetting to change the amount to reflect the passage of time) and missed it when I double and triple checked it. So anyway…add twenty years to that and we have the new grand total of 9,915 years. Wow! Go Cosmo and Wanda! Only another 85 years before they hit the 10,000 mark! Hmmm…I wonder what they would give as gifts for that anniversary?
Okay, you all know the drill!
Review please!
Danke!
Trixie21
7/10/2005