Chapter 5
If you were Timmy Turner you couldn't help, but be paranoid. After having one's family, friends, and a random stranger kidnapped. It left him worried to the point he couldn't fall asleep. Sure he had been through worse. An example that came to mind was the magic muffin incident. But he couldn't help, but be worried. To the point where he was staring at his ceiling. When he was supposed to be asleep, biting his lip thinking over the events of the last couple of hours. His head was bobbing in the air over his bed. Even if he left the island on good terms with his wishes what was to say they wouldn't come again? "You should get some sleep, sport," his godmother's voice spoke, breaking the silence. Timmy looked over towards her. "It's going to be okay Timmy, they're not going to come. Promise, neither I nor Cosmo will let them take you."
"I know," Timmy said. "I'm just worried is all. What if they come back and I don't have you guys to protect me? Or..something far worse returns...and we can't or I can't stop them." Wanda chuckled, lightly. She ran her hands through his hair in a calming gesture.
"No it's not wrong," Wanda said, calmly. "It's okay to be worried, Timmy. That's part of life, but don't let it get to you. So relax a little, when you wake up in the morning. Cosmo and I will be there for you, and all of your friends and family will be safe." Wanda stayed by his side for some time, she raised her wand and poofed him back into a normal sleeping position. The two of them stayed like that till Timmy finally drifted off to sleep.
Timmy was startled from his slumber by a loud shrieking noise. The pillow and blanket fell to the floor. "Morning Timmy," both of his godparents shouted in sync. Timmy groaned as Cosmo morphed back into his fairy form. Even if he loved his fairies, there was one thing Timmy despised: his godparent's method of waking him up. Sometimes there were things he wished fairies understood, but that wasn't going to change. "Ready for another miserable day of public education?" Any worry he had from the previous night had all but faded into obscurity.
"No," Timmy said. "I hate school."
"We know," both of them said in sync. Timmy frowned at them, but shook his head, and so changed into his school for clothes. His godparents transformed into their fish forms as he held their fishbowl. Walking down towards the kitchen he entered and shook his head. His mother was sitting at the table eating lunch, and his father was staring out the window. Once he stepped into the kitchen his father turned around with a smile.
"Morning Timmy!" His father called out, "We're having anti-dinkerberries! Cause the Dinkbergs ruined dinkerberries! Dinkerbug!" He held out his hand, waving it into the air.
"Oh I'm just gonna have cereal," Timmy said. With that, he poured himself a bowl and ate in silence. While his father glared out of the window, eventually he had to go to work. And so left the room. Once done, Timmy said goodbye to his mother who wasn't even paying attention to him. With that, he walked towards the bus stop where both of his friends were standing at the bus sign. "Hey Aj, hi Chester how's it going?" Timmy asked, and both of them turned towards them. Both of them were in the midst of conversation.
"Sup dude, you won't believe what happened last night. I had the strangest dream. You were in it, your parents, Aj, Elmor, Sanjay, and Poof for some reason. I was naked...and there were some strange people. It was totally lame," he admitted. Timmy rolled his eyes at least they believed it. Keeping his secret safe, Wanda, and Cosmo were now disguised as school supplies. "Though speaking of Poof there was something strange about him. You wanna tell him?" Chester asked Aj.
"Ya. For some reason, we both had the same dream. Which is strictly improbable, but in it. There was Poof, but he was wincing in pain. And had some medication, which goes with my theory that he is sick."