Disclaimer- I didn't get the rights to Fairly Odd Parents for Christmas. Thanks for nothing, Santa.

Authors Note- I remember when I first started to write this story, I was sure I'd have it finished by Christmas rolls on the floor with hysterical laughing. Yes, it is I, Wanda Wish, with a long-overdue update. And I'm so sorry! I really wanted this chapter to be in this story, but the accursed thing refused to make it easy for me. It wouldn't write itself, no great inspiration came to me, it was just…blah. That's why so long has passed between Chapter 9 and this…this thing. That said, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

"Rise and shine," said a voice above Cosmo.

"Wha…?" he murmured blearily, slowly waking up. "Stop poking me."

"Get out of bed, Cosmo," said Big Daddy, continuing to wake him up. He almost, almost felt something a little like pity for Cosmo. The way he was pathetically hugging that pillow, and the way his hair was tousled from a restless night…

"Why?" Cosmo asked, blinking and sitting up. "What time is it?"

"It's seven o'clock, and you've got to get up for your first day as Timmy's renewed godparent."

Cosmo groaned and flopped back in bed. "Just five more minutes…"

"No," said Big Daddy, yanking Cosmo out of bed and poofing him into his clothes. "All those sleep-ins at the hospital have made you lazy. You're getting up and you're granting Timmy wishes!"

"Alright, alright, I'm up!" mumbled Cosmo, poofing out into Timmy's room. Anything to get his mind of Wanda's absence, and to stop Big Daddy poking him.

"Ready to have fun Timmy?" asked Cosmo, his cheery mood returning.

"You bet!" Timmy answered, gathering up school books. Cosmo glanced at it, then his eyes opened wide.

"I didn't know it was a school day!"

"Sure," said Timmy. "It's only school Cosmo, it's not that bad,"

Cosmo looked at his godson with confusion. "Are you feeling okay Timmy?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Because of school. School day. It means school. School!"

"Jeez, chill out Cosmo," said Timmy, casually gathering up papers from his desk. "It's no big deal."

Cosmo looked at Timmy with confusion. "But you hate school! The bullying, the F's, Crocker…"

"Yeah, well, it's not so bad any more," said Timmy with a shrug. Before Cosmo could ask any more questions, Big Daddy poofed up and joined them.

"All ready Timmy?"

"Sure am, Big Daddy," answered Timmy. "I'm starved. Let's go down for breakfast."

They left his room, Big Daddy and Cosmo hiding themselves as two watches.

"I was going to be the watch!" hissed Big Daddy.

"No, me!" Cosmo hissed back.

"Both of you, shoosh!" whispered Timmy. He walked into the kitchen, and his parents looked up at him.

"Hey Timmy!" said his dad cheerfully. "Do you want me to drive you to school today, or is your uncle going to take you?"

"Uhm, my uncle today, Dad," said Timmy, taking a seat at the table and pouring out some cereal.

"Timmy, I didn't know you had an uncle," said Cosmo.

"Yeah, well, he's sort of an uncle," said Timmy uncomfortably.

"You know, it is lucky that this mysterious uncle appeared out of nowhere to take you to school in the mornings Timmy," said his mother.

"Yes," agreed Dad. "Especially since neither of us have brothers!" Dad glanced at Timmy's wrists before his eyes settled on them. "Why are you wearing two watches, Timmy?"

"Uhm," said Timmy, looking around for inspiration. "In case…I…wander into another time zone?"

"Good thinking son," said Dad proudly.

Timmy stood up from the table and headed for the door. "Well, I'd love to stay here and chat with you, but I've got to get to school."

"Alright Timmy," said Mum, waving goodbye. "Say hello to your uncle for us!"

As soon as Timmy stepped out of the house, he clicked his fingers. "Business attire, please," he said, and Big Daddy poofed Timmy into a pink pinstripe suit.

"Wow Timmy, that suit is sharp," said Cosmo, impressed.

"Sharp suits mean sharp minds, Cosmo. Big Daddy told me that," said Timmy.

"Why didn't you get dressed in that before?" asked Cosmo.

"Because I don't want too many questions from my parents," said Timmy. "That's what Big Daddy says."

Big Daddy turned himself into Timmy's tie, and Timmy looked at Cosmo expectantly.

"What?" asked Cosmo, unsure what he should be doing.

"Cosmo, I can't have a normal schoolbag, you know. You've got to blend in with my suit. You've got to be a briefcase."

"Timmy, what have I told you," scolded Big Daddy.

"Oh, right, sorry," he apologised. "I mean, you've got to be a violin case."

"With a violin in it?" Cosmo asked.

"No, just empty."

"Why?"

"Big Daddy said it's what all businessmen of our type carry around."

"Oh, okay." said Cosmo slowly, turning himself into the required empty case. "So, then, now what? Do we wait for your uncle?"

Timmy rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help smiling. It was so good to have Cosmo back again. "I wish we were at school." Big Daddy and Cosmo raised their wands and they were transported to just outside the entrance.

"Why are we outside the school?" asked Cosmo. "Wouldn't it be easier to poof in?"

"I get to make an entrance this way," explained Timmy with a shrug. "And it always pays to make an entrance. Big Daddy told me that." Straightening his tie and brushing down his suit, Timmy strolled casually into the school grounds, occasionally making a pointing gesture at some of the people who waved at him.

Cosmo admired this change of Timmy's status. Usually he just walked in like any regular person, completely unnoticed. Suddenly he saw something that made his grin vanish.

"Timmy, look out!" warned Cosmo. "It's Francis!"

"So?" said Timmy, and nonchalantly walked up behind his tormentor.

"Hey Francis," said Timmy coolly. Francis jumped and spun around nervously.

"Hi, Mr. Timmy, sir!" he said with an uneasy grin. He looked around anxiously. "Is that intimidating uncle of yours around?"

"Well, he's not here right now," said Timmy. "But I have him on speed dial so he can be at my side almost instantly if something, or someone, displeases me."

"Oh, good," said Francis nervously, and Cosmo thought fairly insincerely. Timmy clicked his fingers and Francis immediately fell into line behind him. Cosmo was confused as Francis started to follow behind them as they walked across the playground, cracking his knuckles and glaring at any kids that got to close. Timmy didn't seem to be friends with Francis; in fact, he hardly seemed to notice him at all. Cosmo didn't have much opportunity to think much more about it, because suddenly Trixie Tang appeared in front of them.

"Hey Trixie," said Timmy, retaining his cool persona.

"Hi Timmy!" said Trixie excitedly.

"Still up for lunch?" asked Timmy.

"You bet Timmy!" she answered with a giggle.

Timmy's eyes scanned the playground and fixed on something on the other side. "I'd love to stay here and talk, doll, but I've got business. See you later."

"Bye Timmy!" said Trixie, still sounding excited.

"Wow Timmy, Trixie seems to like you now," said Cosmo as they walked.

"Well why shouldn't she?" said Big Daddy, speaking up for the first time since they'd reached school. "Timmy's got the moves."

"That should be 'gotti' the moves," said Timmy, and they both started laughing.

"What? Did something funny happen? Was there a joke? What's going on?" whined Cosmo. This day was seriously weird; everything was all mixed up. Maybe it was all a dream and he was still asleep? He pinched himself and yelped; nope, definitely awake.

"Never mind Cosmo," said Big Daddy. "You wouldn't get it." Cosmo fell into a sulk as Timmy crossed the rest of the playground. Timmy finally reached the corner of the yard where Chester and AJ were leaning against the fence.

"Boys," said Timmy with a nod, greeting them. "How goes things?"

"We've got 35 of the candy bar market tied up," said AJ, producing a clipboard with several sheets on it. "However, our overall candy outtake is set to increase, because Dean Batinski is having a birthday party and we're the suppliers."

"This makes me pleased," said Timmy. He turned to Chester. "And what about our financial arrangement with Winston Dikson?"

"Our what?" asked Chester, looking confused.

Timmy sighed. "The money he owes us."

"Oh, right," said Chester with sudden comprehension. "He still hasn't paid."

"Right," said Timmy, looking determined. "I think it's time we gave our friend a little encouragement. Francis, I want you to pay Mr Dikson a visit during recess."

Francis nodded and slouched off, having been dismissed by Timmy.

"Oh, and Timmy, we might have some competition," said AJ, looking back at his clipboard. "We've had a small drop in profit from our chewing gum outfit. Seems some of our business is going to a Charlotte Sanchez in grade 4. Her father runs a bulk handling company and she gets the stuff cheap."

"Well see she gets put out of business," said Timmy. "No girly fourth grader is going to push me out of the market."

"But Timmy, how are we going to do that?" asked Chester.

"I don't know!" snapped Timmy. "Put Sanjay and Elmer onto her; see if they persuade her to change her mind. That's what Big Daddy would do."

"You mean your intimidating uncle from New Jersey who bears no physical resemblance to you or your parents?" said AJ.

"Yeah, him," muttered Timmy quickly. The school bell sounded, calling all the kids into class. "Better get in guys," said Timmy, and the three friends hurried to the building. Of course, Timmy tried not to look as if he was hurrying; it was bad for his image.

Mr Crocker glared at Timmy as he entered the classroom. "Look at Turner dressed up in such a sharp suit, given to him by his uncle, no doubt," Crocker muttered to himself. "There's only one way Turner could be related to such an intimidating person who bears such little physical resemblance to him or his parents, and that's through the work of FAIRY GODPARENTS!"

Timmy rolled his eyes as his teacher fell into a fit of spasms a Chinese acrobat would have been proud of. He settled at his desk and put Cosmo, still the violin case, up on the desk. He opened Cosmo, then slammed him shut quickly.

"Cosmo, I wish my schoolbooks were inside you!" whispered Timmy.

"Well you could have said so earlier," he retorted, and with a wave of his wand the wish was granted.

Timmy smiled happily and opened up his violin case. He slammed it shut again and glared at Cosmo. "I didn't mean all of them. Just the ones I'm using this year!"

"Well, you could have said so," said Cosmo grumpily. "And you could stop yelling at me!"

Timmy looked taken aback, then his expression turned to shame. "Cosmo, I'm sorry," he whispered apologetically. "I didn't mean to yell."

However, Cosmo lay motionless, and for all anyone could tell, he was just a pale green violin case.

"You've done it now, kid," said Big Daddy, looking at the inanimate Cosmo.

"I said I was sorry," mumbled Timmy. "I guess I've just gotten used to my wishes going right lately."

"I know he's hopeless, but cut him a bit of slack," said Big Daddy. "He's going through a tough time."

"I know," sighed Timmy. "I'll just have to get used to having him back."

"Won't we all,' muttered Big Daddy.

Timmy laughed. "I'll have…"

"TURNER!" shouted Crocker, looming above his desk with a glint in his eye. "If you were paying attention, and not whispering to your tie, you should be able to tell me the capital of ALBANIA!"

"Uhm," said Timmy, fiddling with his now-inanimate purple tie. "Al…buquerque?"

The rest of the time until recess went fairly slowly for Timmy. Crocker was trying to teach something that Timmy didn't know or care anything about. Plus Cosmo and Big Daddy weren't talking to him, because it was safer if they lay low for the moment. Timmy wasn't sure if Cosmo would talk to him anyway. He spent the time watching the seconds tick slowly away and doodling in his notebook. When the bell finally rang Timmy leapt from his desk and raced out into the playground, happy to finally be in the fresh air. He went to the corner where his friends usually were, but it was at the moment deserted. Except for one purple suited fairy with a large hat.

"Big Daddy?" asked Timmy incredulously, checking to make sure his tie was gone, which it wasn't. "But how…?"

"I switched myself for that fake one five minutes after Crocker started ranting," explained Big Daddy. "I've been out doing stuff."

"What stuff?" asked Timmy.

"Stuff stuff," answered Big Daddy. "None of your business stuff."

"Oh, okay," said Timmy. "But what if I had needed a wish?"

"You had Cosmo," said Big Daddy, pointing to the green case in Timmy's hand.

"Oh, right," said Timmy, looking down at his silent godparent. "It's just that Wanda doesn't usually leave him by himself to make wishes if she can help it."

"Yeah, well I'm not Wanda," said Big Daddy. "And Cosmo couldn't screw up that badly, could he?"

"Don't be so sure," warned Timmy.

Big Daddy shrugged. "Well, no harm done. Now will you shake that idiot awake?"

"What?' asked Timmy before realising what Big Daddy meant. Cosmo's continuing silent treatment wasn't out of anger towards Timmy, but because he was asleep. "Cosmo," said Timmy gently, poking him. "Cosmo."

"Five more minutes Mama," Cosmo muttered sleepily.

"Cosmo, wake up," said Timmy. Cosmo opened his eyes, blinked, and grinned at Timmy, poofing into his usual form. "Wow, is class over already? That went fast!"

Timmy couldn't help but grin back. "Cosmo, I just wanted to say I'm…"

"Save it for later Timmy," said Cosmo. "Here come your friends." Cosmo poofed back into violin case form, and Big Daddy replaced himself as Timmy's tie.

"Hey Timmy," said Chester. "You sure left class quickly."

"Yeah. I just wanted to get out and enjoy the fresh air, you know," explained Timmy.

"Yes I do," said Chester empathetically.

AJ looked at them both like they were nuts. He was prevented from saying anything about the benefits of education by Francis skulking over to them at that moment.

"Well?" asked Timmy, raising an eyebrow. "Did he pay?"

Francis nodded and held out his hand, which held money in its palm. "AJ, count it," ordered Timmy. AJ took it and counted it carefully. Then he counted it carefully again. One final count and he looked up at Timmy and nodded. "It's all here."

"Excellent," said Timmy, rubbing his hands together. "AJ, please make a note that Mr Dikson no longer owes us $1.25."

"Done and done," said AJ, running a line through a sentence on his clipboard.

"Mr Timmy sir," said Elmer, who had appeared closely followed by Sanjay as Francis moved off.

"What is it Elmer," questioned Timmy. "Did you talk to Charlotte Sanchez?"

"Yes Mr Timmy," said Elmer.

"And?" prompted Timmy.

"Timmy, she is wanting compensation for loss of profit if she shuts down," said Sanjay nervously when Elmer failed to speak.

"Hmmm," said Timmy thoughtfully. "A 9 year old who knows business. I like that."

"What do we tell to her?" asked Sanjay. "She is wanting an answer by lunchtime."

Timmy looked at them sharply. "Don't give her an answer. Timmy Turner answers people when Timmy Turner pleases."

"Yes Mr Timmy," said Elmer, finally finding the courage to speak again. They hurried off again leaving Timmy with a frown on his face. He turned to AJ and Chester.

"I think that's all the business we had to take care of, isn't it?" asked Timmy. AJ flipped through the pages on his clipboard. "Yep, just about. Don't forget you have a date with Trixie at lunchtime today."

"How could I?" said Timmy. "Thanks guys. I'll catch up with you later."

Chester and AJ walked away, leaving Timmy alone. Cosmo and Big Daddy poofed back into their fairy forms.

"Timmy," said Cosmo with frown, "There's one ting I don't understand."

"Only one?" asked Timmy unbelievingly.

"Well, okay, maybe some more. Like why are you popular all of a sudden? Why does Francis follow you around and do what you tell him instead of beating you up? How come Trixie recognises you're alive? And who is this mysterious uncle who happened to appear as soon as we left and Big Daddy became your godparent!"

Big Daddy looked at Cosmo. "You're an embarrassment, do you know that? Honestly, you should have been banned from reproducing."

"Let's just say I've got a new hobby, is all," said Timmy with a shrug. "It's fun, and it makes the popular kids notice me. Francis doesn't beat me up any more. Everyone respects me now."

"Well, then that's okay," said Cosmo cheerily.

Cosmo's grin reminded Timmy of something he'd been meaning to say. "Cosmo, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" asked Cosmo, puzzled.

"For yelling at you."

"You yelled at me? When?"

Timmy smiled. "Never mind Cosmo. Never mind at all."

The rest of the day, happily, went fast for Timmy. Cosmo was there to make him laugh again, Big Daddy gave him business advice, and his lunch with Trixie had gone fantastically. Before he knew it, he was back at home, with Cosmo and Big Daddy gazing out at him from the fishbowl.

Timmy threw his school bag (poofed up to stop his parents getting suspicious) onto the floor. "I'll start my homework later. Do you guys want to play a game?"

"MEEEEEE!" squealed Cosmo. "I do! Let me play! I WANNA PLAY!"

"I've got a headache," Big Daddy complained. "I'll be back in a minute." He poofed into the bathroom of the castle and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked tired and haggard, and that had just been after one full day with Cosmo. How could Wanda live with someone like him, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for 9895 years?

Big Daddy shook his head and poofed up some pain killers. It had to be love. That could be the only thing that would keep her with him. Big Daddy certainly didn't love Cosmo, and it was all he could do to stop himself from killing the green haired idiot. Then again, it was all he could do to stop himself from killing a lot of people. Big Daddy sighed and rubbed his temples as he waited for the medicine to take effect. The sooner Wanda got back the better. He was a little worried about her, but Wanda knew how to look after herself, and she would make sure she was somewhere safe.

In the mean time, it was up to him to make sure that Wanda had a husband and a godkid that were all in one piece when she returned. Though that could be difficult, given that he was tempted to tear Cosmo limb-from-limb.

His pounding headache had gone, so Big Daddy poofed himself back into Timmy's room. The first thing he saw was Cosmo floating in the middle of the room wearing nothing but his underpants.

"Agghhh! Jeez Cosmo! I thought we talked about you wearing clothes!" he yelled.

"Sorry Daddy," apologised Cosmo sheepishly. "But it's not my fault. It's Timmy. He won all my clothes from me in a game of poker. But he let me keep my undies!"

"Why didn't you just poof up new clothes?" asked Big Daddy, trying to control his temper.

"Because he won my wand too."

"Hey Cosmo," said Timmy, walking into the room shuffling a pack of cards and wearing a tie that looked a lot like Cosmo's. "Double or nothing for your crown?"

"You're on!" said Cosmo.

"That's it!" exclaimed Big Daddy, putting his hands in the air. "I give up!"

"Give up what?" asked Cosmo curiously.

Big Daddy really wanted to get angry at Cosmo, but he found he couldn't. With him looking like that, it would be like kicking a puppy. "I…I just…Agh, never mind."

Cosmo looked at Timmy who was dealing out some cards. "He really needs to chill out."

Authors Note 2- Okay, so maybe I wasn't being entirely honest with you in the first AN. It may not be entirely the chapter's fault for being so late (even though it is mainly). It may have had something to do with me, and the fact I did everything I could to avoid writing it. I'm sure if I had chained myself to my laptop and forced myself to write, it would have been completed much sooner. But procrastination is a fantastic thing, and a favourite tool of mine. So…eh. Next chapter much sooner, me promise! If I don't update within the week, I give you all permission to yell at me and never read anything I write again.