"So, Laurie, tell me why you want to baby sit my son." Interrogated Timmy's mom.
"Well, Mrs. Turner, I'm looking to enhance your son's intelligence and sensitivity." Laurie replied in a smooth, genuine voice.
Frowning, Timmy's mom asked "And how will you go about doing this?"
"Providing him with a loving and nurturing environment. I don't believe in yelling at young children, or depriving them of anything."
"She's off the list." "That'll be all for now Laurie, if I've selected you for the position, I'll give you a call." Said Timmy's mom, shoving Laurie out the door.
"What about Mr. Turner? Shouldn't I meet him too?" inquired Laurie just a Timmy's mom was shutting the door.
Leaving it open a crack, Mrs. Turner screeched "He doesn't get a say in it!"
"I'll never find a suitable baby sitter." Mrs. Turner thought gloomily as she walked into the mall. A few years ago her husband would be with her, offering to hold her purse, or buying her whatever she hinted she liked, but not anymore. Now all he does is give into the little brat's every whim... and tapes everything! She's sure the man she married is in there some where, begging her to rid him of the hindrance to their fun (said hindrance being their son).
She had no idea how to get her husband back, until a couple weeks ago, on a dark rainy night her car stalled on the way back from work. As she waited in the dingy phone booth for her husband to come and get her she saw an ad for Stephanie's baby sitting service. It hit her like a ton bricks. Why hadn't she thought of this before? She needed a baby sitter. Just as she was about to dial the last digit to get Stephanie, she saw the rest of the ad: "You'll have the happiest child in all of Dimmsdale." Below that statement was picture. With a rainbow a blue skies background, with a laughing child of about eight years.
No! Her body, soul and mind had screamed. Timmy had wasted years of her life! Years she could have spent enjoying herself. He didn't deserve to be laughing for no reason on a bright, sunny day.
Just thinking about that picture now made her seethe. A little girl noticed, and tugging at her mothers' skirt, she asked "Mommy, what's wrong with that woman? Her face is all red." The young girls mother looked see Mrs. Turner's angry expression and hastily answered her daughter "Nothing, she's just fine.", while she pulled her daughter closer.
As Mrs. Turner was about to begin stalking toward the pair, an explosion of sound caught her attention. At the entrance to the arcade a red-head was pelting trash at a frightened looking raven haired girl. Mostly everyone else was looking on in disapproval, wondering when the little girls mother was going to come save her, but Mrs. Turner was viewing the scene with a joy in her eyes.
There she was, the perfect babysitter for her spoiled rotten little imp.
If there's anyone out there who would like me to continue with this, please review.
Also, it should be obvious I don't own Fairly Odd Parents.