"Cosmo, I wish everything was back to the way it was!"
!NORMAL!
Just then, Mr. Crocker comes barreling at them with laser cannons connected to his arms.
"I see you Turner! And your FAIRYGODPARENT!"
"I wish Crocker was in a metal hospital!"
!STRAIGHTJACKET!
"Tell me what you see." The doctor said
"I see FAIRYGODPARENTS!"
"And on this card?" The doctor inquired
"FAIRYGODPARENTS!"
"Oh dear, this is more serious than I thought. We need tranquilizers in here STAT!"
Out of nowhere, two muscle-y guys appear with huge syringes.
"Take him out boys." The doc ordered
BACK IN THE POLE…
"Why do you wanna talk to Santa anyway?" Timmy asked as he and Cosmo neared the famous character's house.
"Oh, I think he'll know." Cosmo said in an angry tone
"Okay dude." Timmy said
When they reached the front door, Cosmo gave three quick, angry knocks. The door opened to reveal a chubby, old woman with a plate full of warm cookies.
"How may I help you? Fresh baked cookie?" asked the accommodating Mrs. Clause.
"I'm Cosmo and I'm looking for Santa. He should know why I'm here." He said seriously. This was weird; Cosmo was NEVER serious.
Santa came to the door, brimming with jolliness. "How can I help you boys? Do you wish to know your place on the list? I'm not supposed to tell you, but if you pay the right price…"
"Santa," Cosmo said icily, "can I have your autograph? PLEASE? 'Cause you're the best wish granter ever…" Cosmo rambled on and on. He as star struck. By Santa. Stranger things have happened, Timmy thought to himself
After Cosmo got his autograph Timmy yelled, "I wish we were home!"
Fin.
