"This is the end…my only friend, the end…" Lol. Ahhhh. (sigh) So here it is. The end of all things. At least with this story anyway. I hope you all like it. I don't think it's the best of this, but it didn't seem right leaving it out. So…here it is.

(…) means twin's telepathy and ((…)) means Cosmo and Wanda telepathy.

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 28. If Wishes Were Fishes

Having changed out of his suit after the, what he called any out of the ordinary police ceremony (especially when it was televised) 'event', Tim Turner massaged the bridge of his nose absently as he sat on the bed in his room.

How he hated those things.

It was even worse when, as lead detective in the case, he actually had to speak before the assembled throng. And why in the world had there been so many kids at this one? There must have been at least a couple hundred of them out there all with those headache inducing, ungodly bright colored hair bows and watches and caps. Maybe it was because the hometown, heavy hitting homerun hero of Dimmsdale, Chester McBadbat had been there to help with the presentation. Most of the kids in Dimmsdale couldn't get enough of the poor man.

Tim shook his head. Funny how the guy could average two and three home runs a game now when as a kid he could barely hold a bat. Must have been all those summer baseball camps he'd snuck into.

He sighed.

Jeez, it was all still so crazy.

A million dollar high tech theft ring using electronic babysitters. Who'd ever heard of such a thing? By the time he and his boys were done sorting out what they could of it, his head had been swimming with the incredulousness of it all.

First, there was the active 26 members of the racket apprehended, 11 of which had babbled on for hours about some kind of kid sized creatures with wings and crowns. One of the men, a rather portly fellow by the name of Charlie, was so traumatized by whatever had gone on in the manufacturing facility, that they'd had to send him to the psychiatric ward at the hospital for almost violent waving and smacking at these flying things only he seemed able to see. He kept swearing they were after him for payback.

Tim had almost been willing to dismiss the other officer's stories about the suspect as a cheap bid from the guy to get a lawyer to claim insanity as a plea for the courts. But after seeing the tape of the man's interrogation, Tim could see it was no act. The poor guy was nothing but a raw jumping bundle of nerves flinching at every little sound, and at the end of it, he'd shrieked, pointed at the window, and nearly broke an arm trying to repeatedly hit whatever it was he thought he saw. Even a week later, the guy was still being kept on massive amounts of tranquilizers to keep him at least manageable. According to the doctors, he was a shoe-in for the local loony bin.

Second, and most unhappily about the whole affair, there were now fifteen brand spanking new missing person's reports to deal with, all of whom had been employees from Ibrahim Scientific. It was a sure bet that they'd been removed from the company to give the crime ring easier access to the inner workings of the babysitter project, but where these missing people were was still a guess at this time.

The third point for him to ogle over, was the two million worth in valuables they'd discovered in that last weird glass enclosure. Priceless paintings, jewelry, silver dinner sets, gold statuettes, a few bank books, credit cards, and trophies… Anything worth any amount to anyone could practically be found in that pile. Scratch that. Not pile. Hoard. It was like staring at some pirate's treasure hoard hidden in a cave on a deserted island. Except that this was no island and the proverbial cave had been in a factory just outside the city. Weirder yet was that everything in the hoard had in some way been marked to clarify ownership of the items. What criminal after valuables and money marked who had owned the piece he had stolen? Not even the big city criminal analysts could make a suggestion on that one and the FBI wasn't even going to touch it.

Oh, and then there was the fourth, almost impossible to believe, piece of the oddity. The ringleader of the whole business. It was a nearly seventy year old man by the name of Denzel Q. Crocker who was fingered by every, still rational, member of the outfit as being the boss.

In Tim's mind, that bit really took the cake. His ex-elementary school teacher the leader of a band of thieves? It was crazy stuff. Sure the guy may have been a complete spaz when he was still teaching. Sure the guy had loved to give out F's, deserved or not, to the kids in his classes. And yes, Tim remembered earning quite a few of his own bright red inked presentations of the sixth letter of the alphabet on his work back then from Mr. Crocker. But how on earth did one go from being a lowly elementary school teacher to become a world class criminal?

He would have loved to have been given the answers from the man himself, but the chances of it were slim to none. Apparently Crocker had been trying to escape someone or something and had fallen into a huge melting vat when some damaged catwalk gave way beneath him.

The man had lived through it, though only just barely, but he would never be much of anything ever again. Even awake. A permanent coma was his outlook now and the long term view was even bleaker. His state of health even before the fall was so terminal, that they gave him no more than a few months at best. But considering how utterly destroyed he was by the fall, it may have been a blessing that he would never have to feel that pain. Tim honestly had never realized there were that many bones in the body to break and still live.

Of course it was questioned what a man of his age and state would have been doing up on a known hazard like the broken catwalk in the first place. The popular theory, based on the evidence of the broken motorized chair and the kid's statements, was that someone had seen the police coming in, and being too late to flee with the valuables, the men had panicked and took a little of that frustration out on Crocker. No one was fessing up to having done the actual deed though, so it could well go unproven long after the case was finally closed.

And that was the case as it stood now. Much of it neatly wrapped, with the exception of the bits and pieces that didn't fit or were unanswerable. Such as the pièce de résistance.

Tim sighed as he leaned forward on the edge of the bed.

This was what didn't make sense more than anything else. How the real solvers and capturing heroes of the mystery had been able to do so.

The town didn't question it. The mayor, the rest of the force, AJ…Heck! Even his own wife didn't question it. They'd just happily gone with it all and held that special televised ceremony for them. Special Citizen's Commendations from the police chief, Medals of Honor from the mayor, Awards of Merit from the Lions Club given by Chester, honorary Town Watch chair person positions…even full scholarships to the colleges of their choice, should they pursue such an extended academic learning, from AJ and his board of directors. It was too much!

And the two of them hardly batted an eye at it all.

They'd stood up there on that platform, Tommy in his snappy gray suit and bright green tie, and Tammy in her white dress and bright pink neckerchief, smiling as though it were just another day in the life. They'd politely thanked everyone for their awards, eloquently made their little speeches about town pride and never giving up, and had even made it a point to mention a special thanks to a friend of theirs who helped them but wished to remain anonymous, wanting no attention brought to herself or her role in the events. Apparently the girl suffered from some sort of public related panic attacks and the consequences for her of putting her up on view for the entire town weren't supposedly a good thing. Poor kid. Of course there was the chance she just didn't want her parents knowing what she had done. And maybe it was better that way. At least if they didn't know, her parents wouldn't have to worry about having a super kid on their hands

Tim sighed as he stood and walked out of the room to head downstairs.

He still wasn't sure how on earth his kids, his two children, had been able to put the whole thing together AND put down some eleven low life thieves all by themselves.

It didn't make sense. No matter which way he turned it over in his head it still just didn't pan out to any rational, logical conclusion.

They were just kids. Just nine year olds. Yes, old enough to be curious, but young enough to still need a babysitter. Funny thing about that too, was that with as nervous as they'd been over the automated babysitter in the beginning, even after all that had happened, they had no trouble accepting it now. They'd even insisted that they be allowed to continue to have the mechanical creation watch them. Once the mainframes of all the robots had been rebooted of course.

But still, after all they'd told him…seeing the robots stealing, following the trail to the babysitting agency, going to see AJ and lobbing the men in the factory with the pulleys… He couldn't even bring himself to yell or punish them for the less then above the board activities they'd committed to solve the case. All he'd been able to do was stare at them wordlessly as they waved up at him. Oh, he'd tried to give them a little ear full of it like any good father should. But after barely a minute of it, he'd just sighed, shaken his head and asked them to just not be so reckless again. This after he'd quickly gotten the sense that even if he'd tried to absolutely order them NEVER to do such a thing again, it would have gone in one ear and out the other on those two.

Really. It would have been like Einstein's father commanding his son not to study math. How could you tell a genius not to explore the mysteries of the cosmos, and how could you tell a pair of remarkable kids that you forbid them to look at their world with such wide open and intelligent eyes? He certainly didn't want to stifle their ingenuity and mental aptitude. He just wanted them to stay safe. But they were just so darn curious.

What was a father to do with kids like these?

As Tim pondered the question, he happened a glance into Tammy's room and his eyes immediately feel upon the fish bowl sitting by his daughter's bed. Within the bowl floated the goldfish he'd bought for them only several weeks ago.

He stopped and looked at them.

He thought the kids would have left the bowl where they had originally stationed it downstairs, but after only a week they'd been taking turns keeping them in their rooms instead.

It was then that it struck him.

It was right after he'd bought the fish that the kids had begun behaving so differently. Secretly almost… Like they didn't want anyone knowing something…

The man knitted his eyebrows together in questioning interest before walking in to kneel down before the bowl and look for long moments at the two fish floating on the other side of the glass.

Their strange pink and green eyes seemed to bore into his with an acknowledging intensity, and as he thought about how odd it seemed that a pair of goldfish could sit so motionlessly and gaze back, he immediately could not help but think back to his own childhood fish. His expression softened then, and though the next thing he did would have shocked any other human being, it somehow seemed to him as right and natural a thing to do as breathing.

He talked to the fish.

"The kids have named you two already you know."

He smiled in mild embarrassment at his own absurdity.

"Well of course you'd know. I'm sure they've been calling you two by them now for at least a good two weeks. Let's see…what do they call you two… Oh yes…Cosmo and Wanda. Heh. I'm not sure how they come up with those…almost seems kind of random, but I have to admit I do sort of like them. So which one of you is which I wonder."

Tim pointed at the pink eyed fish first.

"I'd guess that since you have pink eyes, they probably choose you as Wanda."

Tim then looked at the green eyed fish.

"Which of course would in turn make you Cosmo. What do you think? Close enough?"

The fish seemed to look at each other before looking back at Tim with a curious expression as they continued to float in stationary repose. Tim watched in fascination.

"Ya' know, when I was a kid I had a pair of goldfish too. Funny, but for some reason you two keep reminding me of them. I know it sounds strange, I mean, I've seen tons of goldfish since I had my two, but none of them ever made me think of mine. But you guys…I don't know. I keep getting this feeling too…like I should be able to remember something special about my two…but no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get my head around it."

He continued to just stare for a tense moment as that strange feeling of familiarity crept over him again for the thousandth time since the morning the kids had found his old time capsule and he had gone back to the day shift.

He did really try. Over and over again. Insistently…as if it really mattered somehow. Even staring at that photo of his ten year old self standing before his fish, for minutes at a time. It was so long ago and it all seemed so hazy sometimes. But it was there, just on the edge of his memory. He knew it was there. But it just would not come. How he wished he could remember!

His face suddenly softened and took on an air of reminiscence.

"Guess it doesn't matter. "

He sighed.

"I'll tell you two something though. Those fish were probably the best friends I had growing up. I know. Weird that fish would be some kid's best friends right? But I'm serious. They were there for me when no one else was. I'd come home after a bad day of school hoping to find my parents there to talk too, and all I got was a babysitter to greet me. Not a very nice one at that. But then I'd come up to my room and there they were, swimming and looking at the door like they were waiting for me. I could tell those two anything and never feel a bit awkward about it. They were the best listeners. And man did I have some things to tell those guys. I did some of the stupidest things as a kid too. Some of them I'm not even sure how I did. But they were things I couldn't tell any one else. I don't even know why I told them. Guess I just felt better afterward. Maybe what they say is true. Confession is good for the soul. And telling them of course was just guaranteeing that my secrets were safe knowing they would never tell another living person. For the longest time, there wasn't a human I felt I could trust well enough to talk too like that. Well, at least not until after I was finally enlightened enough to see Toot the way I should have."

Tim smiled.

"But you don't want to hear me ramble on about that, do you?"

He shook his head with a deep sigh after a long moment of silence.

"I don't know guys. I love my kids. More than I think I've ever loved anything else in my life and I didn't want to have to leave with them with a babysitter. I really didn't. But a man can only work so many nights and second shifts before it starts to hurt more than help a family. I hated to do it, but I wanted to be able to spend quality time with Tommy and Tammy. A few hours here or there while I'm half asleep and running on only three hours rest just doesn't seem right. I felt like I couldn't enjoy them the right way. And then changing posts with Toot all the time…we couldn't do anything as a family really unless I was off when she was. What kind of signal is that to the kids? So here I am working a straight 9-5, Monday through Friday, at the cost of using a babysitter like I never wanted too. Do you guys think its worth it? I mean, I think it is. We can actually live like a normal family for once. We can eat dinner together, go visit family together, go out to the movies together… We can even take a real vacation this summer for once!"

Again quiet took over for several moments as Tim thought silently before he looked at the fish with an almost earnest light to his eyes before resuming his one sided conversation.

"Look, just do me this one favor guys. Hang out for a while, okay? Live as long as you can. My kids have barely begun and if they're anything like me, which I'm starting to see they are, they're going to have an interesting next couple of years. I don't doubt that it may sometimes be tough and they may question it, but if they don't feel they can ask me and they ask you, just make sure to listen as best as you can. Sure they have each other, but they're so different. They won't be able to relate all the time and forever. I hope that having you two here will give them a little edge like it did for me when things get a little hard. At least I think it will. I mean, they already talk to you two and here I am doing it just like I was 10 again…heh…"

Tim looked at the fish for a long, long moment before he put his finger tips against the glass.

"I really wish you guys would just keep an eye on them, okay? Just stick around and listen…please."

Another moment of silence followed as the fish continued to regard Tim in eerie intensity before a most startling thing occurred.

The pink eyed fish swam forward hesitantly a little, paused, then swam the rest of the way to brush gently against the side of the glass…right where Tim's fingertips rested...before returning to the other fish's side. As Tim gaped in amazement at what had just happened, the green eyed fish seemed to gaze at its pink eyed companion briefly before swimming forward boldly to take it's turn to look into Tim's eyes. It then suddenly swam upwards to execute a high jump out of the bowl and into the air. It dove back in, and after swimming around the tank once in what could only be described as a high spirit, it joined its partner's side to again watch Tim with even gazes.

Tim could only blink in surprise and astonishment at what had happened.

"Darn! I knew you two weren't ordinary! I could swear you guys understood every word I said. Guess talking to you two wasn't such a stupid idea after all."

Having regained his composure Tim grinned as he pulled his hand off the glass and pointed at the green eyed fish with a wink.

"Just watch the kamikaze stunts there pal. I don't need my kids waking up to find a cold fish on the floor. Comprende?"

Pink eyes looked at the green eyes in almost amusement and the green eyed fish did a loop-de-loop in the water. Tim just continued to grin.

"Timmy?" came a soft voice from the doorway.

Tim turned his head swiftly to see his wife standing and looking at him.

"Timmy, are you talking to the fish?" she asked in curiosity.

Tim quickly stood as he looked from Tootie to the fish bowl and then back again at his wife.

"I, uh, well…"

Tootie smiled gently with a knowing wink.

"Its okay hun. I seem to recall you had your own pair of goldfish to do that with when we were kids."

Tim smiled.

"Odd habits, ya' know?" he said as he walked over to Tootie.

Tootie slipped an arm around his waist as she looked up at him impishly.

"Good thing some of those not so nice old habits died a long time ago."

Tim looked back into what had once been his childhood bedroom, before looking back down at his wife and with a smile said, "Definitely."

Tootie reached up with a quick kiss to his cheek.

"So what were you three talking about?" she asked.

Tim looked down with a soft smile.

"Oh the usual. Telling them how much I wished they'd be around for a while for the kids. You know. To live longer than six months… To listen when they they're not happy, watch over them when they're confused or not feeling so well. Maybe help them stay innocent kids a little longer than most do these days…"

Tootie gave Tim a rather dubious, though humorous look.

"Uh huh. And if wishes were fishes, we'd all be rich, right?"

Tim smiled as he automatically, and unexplainably, found his gaze moving back at the fish . Now why on earth did that strike such a familiar chord in his head?

"Somehow, I don't think it would work quite like that," he replied, not even sure why he said it, and yet still knowing…feeling…it was right somehow.

His wife gave him a curious look before she just smiled indulgently.

"Well dear, when you're done communing with the fish, I'll be downstairs in the living room. Feel free to join me if you would care too."

Tootie gave him a brisk smile before walking out and Tim watched her go for a moment before he looked back at the fish gratefully.

"Thanks for listening guys. I really appreciate it. And I might have to do this again some time so I hope you don't mind if I stop in and visit every so often."

Tim grinned with a quick glance out the door and back.

"But right now…" he quickly switched to finish in a whisper. "…I think my wife is hoping for a little alone time, so I'll see you guys later."

With that, he stepped out, but a second later he leaned back in with an embarrassed smirk as he reached for the bedroom door and pulled it shut behind him.

Funny that he should need a little privacy from a pair of fish.

A pair of perfectly ordinary fish.

Right?

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Cosmo looked at Wanda curiously.

"Wanda, why did he pull the door shut?"

Wanda smiled with a raised eyebrow.

"I think he's planning on making good use of his time alone with Tootie since the kids are gone for the evening."

"Okay. But why did he pull the door closed?"

The pink haired fairy gave an amused sigh.

"Maybe he didn't want us ordinary goldfish hearing something happening."

"Hear what happening?"

"Something very personal I would imagine," she replied.

"What's personal?"

"Something between two grown adults…" she hinted.

He looked at her blankly.

"Between a man and a woman…" she tried again.

"Come on, Wanda. I'm serious!"

"Between a husband and a wife…"

"Just tell me. Please?"

Wanda moved in close and stared Cosmo in the eye.

"…a very loving husband and wife…" she said suggestively.

Cosmo stared back before he gave a little turn of his head.

"Wait…do you mean, that he…"

Wanda nodded.

"…and Tootie…"

She nodded again.

"Boy!" exclaimed Cosmo. "I never thought anyone would want to be so private over a game of Dominoes!"

Wanda gaped at Cosmo for an incredulous moment before she said, "Cosmo! They're not playing Dominoes. They're doing something that might normally be done at night and when the kids are safely asleep."

There was a long, long pause from her husband before his eyebrows suddenly shot up.

"Ohhhhhhh. So he didn't want us to hear that."

Wanda smiled in relief that he finally understood, but the smile quickly turned coy. She then gazed at Cosmo slyly before she said softly, "It could go both ways you know."

There was a blank look.

"What could?"

Wanda sighed.

Ah, clueless husbands. What could a girl do?

Wanda swam alongside her spouse and brushed against him with a seductive look.

"Come on, Cosmo. Lets go in the castle for a little while."

He looked at her.

"Uh, okay. For how long?"

"As long as it takes."

"As long as what takes?" he asked as he swam beside Wanda slowly.

Wanda suddenly gave a low growl as she stopped and turned before Cosmo with a firm look.

"You. Me. Bedroom. Now." she said pointedly as her wand appeared in her goldfish fin.

Cosmo gave an astonished look before grinning.

"Oh that! Well why didn't you just say so?"

Wanda gave an aggravated groan before she lifted her wand.

Sometimes, it almost wasn't worth it.

Almost.

""Cosmo! Wanda!""

Two fish heads snapped straight at the call, all other thoughts leaving their heads as Wanda flicked her wand and in a puff of pale green smoke, they disappeared from the bowl only to reappear in the backroom of a strange home.

Before the two fairies stood a set of twins eyeing their godparents; the boy with a mischievous glint and the girl with a haughty glare.

"Cosmo! Wanda! I wanna' wish to be astronauts on the moon!" said Tommy quickly. "I wanna' prove to miss smarty pants that I can run further there than I can on earth!"

Tammy rolled her eyes.

"And I want to prove he can't." she said with a definitive air.

"Uh, but what about the party?" asked Wanda looking past the kids at the closed door, where the loud music filtered through to effectively hide the conversation from any oversized ears.

"Eh, it was getting boring anyway," informed the boy dully.

Wanda looked at Tammy in surprise and the girl smiled in almost embarrassment.

"For once, I actually agree with him," she explained.

Wanda and Cosmo looked at each other, the green haired fairy giving a little shrug of his shoulders as he gave an apologetic 'oh well' look and a rueful half smile.

Wanda sighed.

So much for a little time alone. Not that she was complaining. There was a set of 'miserable' twins that she absolutely loved to take care of after all.

Cosmo gave her a devilish grin just then.

((I guess we'll just have to wait until the kids are safely asleep to be a very loving husband and wife,)) he hinted in his wife's head cheekily.

A fine eyebrow arched over a pink eye.

((Why Cosmo,)) Wanda flirted back saucily. ((Is that a suggestion?))

His grin widened to smug assurance.

((A promise.))

Wanda smiled broadly.

((One I'll be holding you too.))

((You won't even have to remind me lamb chop,)) replied Cosmo.

A groan interrupted the fairies and they looked over to see Tommy making a disgusted face. A thousand magical Thank-you cards and tokens of fairy appreciation hidden in their closets certainly hadn't changed his view on romanticism much.

"Aw jeez! Tammy! They're looking all mushy again! Make 'em stop already!"

"Oh, for goodness sakes Tommy, grow up!" muttered his sister with a roll of her eyes.

Well, at least she was on their side. Assurance enough that love wasn't about to die out with this generation of Turners.

The husband and wife laughed silently to each other as they raised their wands in the air.

"One set of 'Cosmo'-nauts coming up," said Cosmo happily and with a synchronized precision that could only have been perfected through thousands of years of working, living and loving together, the two fairies waved their wands, and a cloud of fairy mist and magic dust took the four away.

Another adventure was just on the horizon, and no one was more ready to live it then they.

No one was more ready to love it then they.

Finis

See? As promised,Timmy got some Wanda and Cosmo time. What did you think?

Wow. Can you believe we've reached the end? It doesn't seem possible that I actually finished this. I'm so sad! Really. I could have drawn this out so badly, lol. But I was afraid it would get boring and you'd all start throwing cyber tomatoes or bricks at me. Lol. And aren't I the pathetic one? I gave Wandissimo a 'sort of' happy ending (with an OC that seems to be of interest for paring him with) and I couldn't kill off Crocker. Ah well. That's me with my happy endings fetish.

I want to thank everyone who reviewed this story, at one point or another, for being so kind as to do so. You have really helped drive this story by pushing me to keep to it and work at a level well beyond even what I thought I could do, and I fully admit that if this is really any good, it's only because all of you told me to make it that way.

So what great adventures await Tammy and Tommy Turner and their beloved fairy godparents? I don't know yet. I've been tossing around a few ideas, though none of them have hit me over the head demanding to be fleshed out yet, so I guess only time will tell. Until that point however, I have a few other FOP pieces that I have been trying to hold off from working on that I can now turn my attention too with glee. One is what I've taken to calling 'A Fairly OddParents Fairly Odd Fairy Tale' and uses the more magical characters from the show in a fairy tale setting. Fully outlined it awaits only my full attention to be directed to it before it takes its full form. Definitely different from this…but I hope not unpleasant.

Another one I've been just itching to get into actually involves a little reconciliation (of sorts) from Mama Cosma towards Wanda. I know. Crazy idea, huh? But it also has some slightly more radical plot points regarding Cosmo's father and where he came from and a reason C&W don't have children that I haven't seen posted yet. I have fifty pages (yes, in font size 10) to it already, but I think I may need to run that entire plot by someone else though to get some feedback on whether I should continue it for posting up here. Other wise, it'll be one that stays on my computer just for me. ;)

And then of course, my fluff fetish commanded me to start posting a collection of Cosmo and Wanda fluff/cute pieces I've had sitting on my hard drive since forever. Lol.

Oh! I can't forget about that Wandissimo thing I was thinking about too…

Gah! Too many story ideas! Please! No one give me any more FOP/C&W ideas! I have too many as it is! Heavens, I don't even know which one I wanna' put up next!

No, I will not forget Tammy and Tommy. They were just too much fun to write about. But it may be a little bit before I can get their next escapade up and running. I won't force it. It will come when its ready and not before so I ask that you just bear with me.

To…Commander, Aerinsoul, Faye Lunacorn, Band Geek 727, WLiiAfanatic, Amras Felagund, Wanda Wish, Invder Lava, Kraven the Hunter, Lara Luna, Fairly-Odd-Teen, Lilylynn, Candimiloandegdailyrkool, Mysterygirl256, HeyyBabyy, Squirt AKA The-3-Amigos, Marlee, Zimmie, Ryuko DragonHalf, Moonjava, Darkliger01, Oneesan no Miroku Houshi, and Neoemmy101...

…Once again, you have all been absolutely amazing to me and I really cannot thank you all enough for it. You really make me look forward to posting my next story with eager enthusiasm.

So, until we meet again, I wish you all much fairy love, happiness, and a great and grand New Year!

Cosmo and Wanda, do your thing!

(POOF)

Trixie21

12/30/2005