It didn't take too long to get Lyle and Sophia settled in.

Chloe showed the two to a couple of unused guest rooms in the back of the house.

"My parents wanted a bigger house to accommodate someone if they needed it." She explained. "And even when they're home, they pretty much never come back here, but we'll just try to be super duper careful."

"Will do. And Chloe, thanks again." Lyle said.

"Yeah, thanks." Sophia concurred.

With accomodations settled, now was the matter of clothes and such. Which of course, wasn't a problem, as either Tootie or Chloe could simply wish up anything they needed. Tootie, in particular, was happy to wish up a bunch of stuff for her new brother, which he was grateful for, though he specified he wouldn't need much. While he accepted some extra changes of colored clothes (his shirt used to be green and his jeans were usually blue), he had gotten used to his all-white clothes and would usually prefer to just wear the same thing.

Sophia, on the other hand, was a bit more particular; not only was she tired of white, she expressly wanted more casual clothes. She explained that the dress she was wearing was her "award acceptance" dress. She was wearing it for practice when she fell into the other dimension, and she really wanted to take a break from wearing it. "Besides, I'm pretty much a nobody now, so I might as well start getting used to it." She had reasoned with a melancholy sigh. So, Chloe was able to wish her up a set of clothes (all pink, upon request), and Sophia settled on wearing a plain pink T-shirt under a pink hooded jacket as well as pink sweatpants and simple pink tennis shoes. She also had one other request...

"Thanks for the new clothes, Chloe, but...how do I put this…"

"What is it, Sophia?"

"You see, while my mom was still pregnant with me, my parents bought me a ton of girl toys and stuff. They also bought me this pink hat that I stopped wearing ages ago, but now I miss it. The ogres could never get it right whenever I tried describing it to them."

"Well, what does it look like?"

"It was like a baseball cap, but the brim was sorta long." Sophia said, pinching the air and drawing her hand back a bit. "And the button thingy on top was kinda...floaty if that makes any sense, and it was pink. All pink. Some might call it silly, especially if it was on a boy…"

Poof (who was alongside Chloe at the time) blinked and waved his rattle. He conjured up a hat that was identical to the one that Timmy used to wear back when they were still godbrothers.

Sophia was startled, but happily took it. "That's it! That's the hat! It's perfect! Oh, thank you, Poof!"

"Poof." He said as a babified "you're welcome".

Sophia put the hat on. "How do I look?" She asked. Having been going for a more casual look, she had wiped off the lipstick and had allowed her hair to become ruffled into a more layered look. With the pink clothes and especially the hat, she looked just like-

"Timmy…?" Poof mumbled.

"You say something, Poof?" Chloe asked. The baby just shook his head.


Chloe's parents had already equipped the guest rooms with basic accommodations like beds and dressers, so after a few final little luxuries (some toys for Lyle and some pencils and paper for Sophia), the two squatters seemed to be just about set.

A few days went by, though not without a few close calls. Chloe's parents had to come home sometime, after all. A thump from Sophia's room almost got her discovered by Connie until Chloe convinced her that it was the kangaroo in the backyard, which led her mom to do some last-minute checkups on the marsupial before she was returned to the wild. Another time, Clark tried to store freshly gathered kelp for casseroles in Lyle's room until Chloe offered to have it in her room instead as it helped moisturize skin while sleeping (or so she claimed). Chloe later assured Lyle it was worth having her room smell like fish for a few weeks (something Foop had VERY strong reservations about).

And naturally, Tootie came over every single day to visit and play with Lyle, which the boy happily accepted, even the girlier activities such as tea parties. "Hey," he laughed, "this is nothing compared to the stuff you-know-who used to make me do."

However, despite Lyle's jovial gratitude and Sophia's content resignation, the two godchildren and two godbabies could see that something still wasn't sitting right. One day, the four met up in Tootie's Timmy-themed room to talk about it.

"I know he says he's happy, but I just know that Lyle still needs something." Tootie rambled as she paced around. Chloe was sitting on her bed with Poof and Foop floating on either side of her. Tootie sighed and leaned against the massive toy chest that housed her toy wand collection. "If only we knew what…"

"Yeah, I agree something's still missing, something to make his transition complete, but what?" Chloe asked.

"I'll tell you what!" Foop proclaimed. "This whole 'stowing away in the extra room' thing clearly isn't working! How can any of us possibly be comfortable?! The slightest thing can get those two discovered by your parents and then what! From there it's only a matter of time before the rest of your little secrets are revealed too! Namely, us!"

Poof nodded. As much as he hated agreeing with Foop, he had a point.

Tootie hmm'd in thought before shaking her head. "We might have to come back to that, but I don't think that's what's making Lyle upset. There's something else he wants, I know it…" She turned and walked around a little more before stopping at her Timmy shrine. Her eyes widened when she noticed that something was missing. "Hey, where's my-"

Just then, some fierce barking echoed through the hallway outside Tootie's door. Said door then burst open and a little white dog ran into the room, clutching something red and plastic in his razor-sharp teeth.

"Doidle! No!" Tootie ran up to the dog and grabbed at the object. "Bad dog! No! Drop it! I said drop it, mister!" Just then, Doidle opened his mouth, sending Tootie stumbling backwards and making her land on her bottom. Doidle snickered with the kind of petty smugness that only comes with intentionally being mean to someone for your own sick pleasure and trotted out the door.

Tootie stood up. "Stupid dog." She grumbled while rubbing her sore bottom. She then looked the red thing over, causing Foop to raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Is that...a Crimson Chin action figure? Gotta say, I did not peg you for the type."

"Oh, I don't read the comics." Tootie explained. "This is just a very special toy. Timmy gave it to me!" She hugged it.

"Is it alright?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah, there's just some doggie drool on it. This thing is unbreakable! Plus listen to all the cool things he can say!" Tootie pressed a button on the toy's chest.

"Vicky should store her precious money in her head! She's certainly got enough space in there!" The toy said in a heroic voice. Tootie giggled and pressed it again.

"Vicky's so nasty, not even fleas would want to be around her! Seriously, I saw them, they lived right up to their name! Woosh, gone!"

Tootie laughed. "He always says something different! I don't think he's ever said the same thing twice!"

"Wow, and Timmy customized it like that? That toy really is special!" Chloe commented.

"Yeah, just like the boy who gave it to me! Too bad Doidle loves trying to break it. Figures he's the one pet Vicky actually kept; all the others we used to have were so much better and nicer than him, at least before they were fixed." Tootie's eyes opened wide. "WAITASECOND! THAT'S IT!"

"What's it?" asked Chloe.

"A pet! That's what Lyle needs! Remember, he said he used to love our old ones before Vicky ruined them!"

Chloe rubbed her chin in thought. "Hmm. You may be onto something there, Tootie. After all, the companionship between a kid and their pet is something truly magical and irreplaceable. Sure, first thing tomorrow, let's take Lyle to the pet store and see if we can find something-"

"Aw, I don't wanna get him just any old pet! My brother deserves the bestest, most amazing pet ever!" Tootie faced her godbrothers. "Do you guys know where we can find something like that?"

"Hmm, poof poof, poof poof poof!"

"What'd he say, Foop?"

"Well, ugh, he said that there's a pet store in Fairy World that has all sorts of magic-infused animals for sale, but I really think that we can fix this with the living situation-"

"A pet store in Fairy World sounds perfect! We'll go there!" Tootie said happily. "Ooh, let's go tell Lyle! He'll be so happy!" She then ran out the door with Chloe and Poof happily following.

Foop, however, stayed behind. "I just know that giving them better hiding spots will make things better, I know it!" He grumbled. "Well, I'll show 'em! I was put here to make these girls happy, and that's what I'm gonna do!" He then turned to a spot on the floor and worked his magic (literally). First, he conjured up a square plank of wood, then a frame around it, and then a metal ring a couple of inches away from one side of the first plank. Then, bursts of flame, crackles of lightning, and eerie lights could be seen all around Foop as he worked, cackling all the way. When he was done, he looked over his (currently smoking) handiwork and wiped some sweat off his brow. "Wowee, Daddy wasn't kidding! Granting wishes to humans really does make your magic stronger! Of course, being born with a supreme amount of natural talent helps too. Let's see Poof pull off something like this!" He snickered. He then moved his project over to the side of Tootie's bed to wait for tomorrow. He then flew after the others.


In a bright purple cloud, Poof, Foop, Tootie, Chloe, and Lyle appeared in Fairy World. "Ooh, not quite used to that. I feel a little dizzy." Chloe commented, rubbing her head.

"So this is Fairy World, huh?" Lyle said, looking around. "I never really thought about actually coming here before, but this place doesn't look too bad." He then turned to his sister. "Tootie, you sure about this? I don't really need a pet-"

"But you want one, don't you?" Tootie asked with a huge smile.

"Well…kinda, ever since you mentioned it."

"Then let's go! This looks like the place!" She gazed up at the building they had appeared in front of. It was large and dark purple with a bright green structure on each side of the front wall that looked like castle towers. The windows were sheltered by awnings that had blue and green stripes. The words 'Pet Store' were prominently displayed in yellow lettering that really stood out against the purple wall.

"Ooh, a pet store for fairies! I can't wait!" Chloe said eagerly. With that, the group opened the door and went in. They looked around at all the mythical creatures that greeted them when they stepped in.

"Wow, look at all this! I knew this was gonna be amazing!" Chloe said gleefully.

"But how are we going to find the right pet? This is way different than the pet stores on Earth; I don't even know where to begin!" Lyle said worriedly.

"Perhaps I can help?" Said a voice a few feet away. When the group turned to look at its owner, Lyle yelped and hid behind Tootie. "Gyah! Anti-Ginny!"

"Hm?" Said the light-skinned fairy in confusion. She had the proportions of a human woman around her late 20s. She was dressed in dark green khakis with a light green T-shirt that featured a white bone-shaped name tag. Her face was lightly chiseled with blue pupils for eyes and wavy blonde hair that had purple highlights. She was floating with standard sized fairy wings, which looked somewhat smaller on her body than on most fairies.

"Anti? No, silly, I'm just regular old Ginny von Strangle. Welcome to the Fairy World Pet Store!" She greeted in a very friendly tone of voice.

"Relax, bud." Foop whispered in Lyle's ear. "That's Anti-Ginny's fairy counterpart. She's the literal opposite of her. Calm down."

"S-Sorry." Lyle said as he slowly walked back around Tootie. "You just…look like someone I used to…it's a long story."

"No worries, little boy." Ginny looked the group over. "I'd ask how three humans, one fairy baby, and one anti-fairy baby is supposed to work, but it's not my place to pry. Besides, if you were doing anything illegal, I'm sure Uncle Jorgen would've done something about it."

"Your uncle?" asked Tootie.

"Yeah, my Uncle Jorgen. You know, Jorgen von Strangle? Toughest fairy in the universe? Upholds the rules? Actually, obsessed with following the rules? I swear, the reason I don't have any cousins is because he's married to that book!" She chuckled. "Sorry, rant over. So, what are you kids looking for?"

"Something amazing! Something magical!" Tootie exclaimed eagerly.

"Well, you've come to the right place!" Ginny assured.. "We've got a great selection! We've got bullfrogs," She gestured at a frog with horns, a nose ring, and was partly white with brown spots. Tootie laughed.

"Yeah, bullfrog. Very clever…" Lyle said quietly.

"And here's our very own Movie Starfish." Ginny pointed to a pink starfish with sunglasses, a smug grin, and was in a cage that looked more like backstage at a movie studio. "Kinda pricey, but I assure you it gives back. After tax, that is."

"Not sure I wanna drag in too much attention…" Lyle mumbled.

"What movies?" Foop asked out of curiosity.

"Atlantean, mostly. For a less obvious pun, we have a Cheaper Bunny." Ginny put her hand on a cage containing a rabbit with yellow fur, bright pink eyes, and a matching bowtie.

"Despite its name, it is sort of expensive. These are native to Easter Island, after all."

"Aaaawww, it's so cute!" Chloe cooed.

"Heh, much cuter than the real Easter Bunny. Drives 'im nuts. But some years, he needs these little guys to help him make those last few eggs, you know?"

"Help him, how?" Foop asked. The rabbit in the cage then looked at him for a second, before squatting and laying a handful of brightly colored eggs.

"Uh…no thanks." Lyle said after a moment.

Chloe noticed how uncomfortable Lyle seemed to be getting. "Uh, why don't we just look around for a bit? We'll come to you if we have any questions."

"Sounds good, kids. Have fun!" Ginny replied with a thumbs up. "Oh! One more thing. Whatever you decide, if one day, you wish your magic pet into a human so you can do more things with them, and my Uncle Jorgen pops in and tries to turn you into that animal because 'one of the lesser known continuums is unbalanced', just call him out on it. That's not actually a thing; he just does stuff like that to mess with godkids when he doesn't have anything better to do."

"Um, okay. Good to know." Chloe said slowly. With that, the kids went to look at all the different selections. Poof innocently tapped on the glass of a habitat containing a green snake holding a rattle in its tail, despite a clear warning sign recommending otherwise. Chloe gushed over a unicorn that had an actual ear of corn on its head in place of a horn. Ginny went over to Foop, who was looking at a completely ordinary-looking turtle.

"...Okay, I give up. What's the gimmick? What makes this turtle magic?"

"Oh, it isn't. That's just a regular old turtle."

"...Then why is it here?"

"Because due to its diet, the stuff that comes out of it is magic, and by 'stuff' I mean-"

"O-kay, I've heard enough!"

"Makes cleanup interesting, I tell you what!"

"I said I'm good!"

Tootie meanwhile, looked around for a few moments until she came to a somewhat large metal cage covered by a tarp. The cage was shaking and emitting what sounded like barking noises. Curious, Tootie walked over and grabbed the tarp, ready to uncover the cage.

"I dunno, Tootie." Lyle said as he walked up to her, making her let go of the tarp and turn around to face him. "Don't get me wrong, all of these seem like great pets, I just…don't think they're for me."

"What do you mean, Lyle?" Tootie asked, as Chloe, Poof, and Foop walked up to them.

"It's just…all these animals seem a bit too…good. They're too tame. It's amazing what you miss when you don't exist, and it turns out my life feels kinda empty without something to keep me on my toes. Even though I'm not ready to face V…V-V-V…V-V-ViViVi-VIII-HER again, maybe we could find a pet with a little, I dunno, bite?"

"Ooh! I know the perfect place we can go!" Foop spoke up. "Follow me, not that you'll have much choice, hehe!" With that, he waved his bottle and teleported the ragtag group out of the shop.


What greeted said group at their new destination was a place very similar to the shop they had just been in, except this one was much darker and mustier, and the glass habitats looked much less cared for, not to mention the creatures in them seemed to be mutant hybrids of already nasty animals.

"Ah, the Anti-Fairy World Pet Store!" introduced Foop. "The perfect place to find a pet that'll keep you on your toes. If it'll let you keep them, that is!" Foop laughed sinisterly (mostly for effect).

"Ew, this place is so creepy." griped Tootie.

"Yeah. It's weirdly comforting." Lyle commented.

"Can I help you?" When Chloe, Tootie, and Lyle looked to see had spoken from behind the counter, they yelped and jumped back. The speaker was dressed in a brown robe with a black skull clasp that covered his face and almost his entire body. The only exposed parts were his two gray-skinned hands. In his right hand was a scythe with a very sharp blade.

Foop eagerly flew up to him. "Oh! You're the Grim Reaper! I'm your biggest fan! I loved your work during the Black Plague! Sorry, I'm gushing. Why are you working at a pet store?"

"Well, death doesn't pay the bills and I've got student loans; what can I help you all with?"

"Yes, well, we're looking for a pet with some edge." Foop answered.

"Well, a snakupine has lots of edges." The Grim Reaper set a hissing green lizard-like creature covered in spines on the counter.

"Ooh, he's cute, can I pet him?" Foop asked, doing so without waiting for an answer.

"I wouldn't do that, his quills are laced with a deadly poison." The Grim Reaper warned. Foop shrieked and fell to the floor, causing the other kids to gather around him. "Ugh, am I dead? It's difficult to tell because I'm already blue and after all, he's here." Foop said, gesturing up at the Grim Reaper.

"Relax, I don't have you scheduled for a while." the Reaper said casually while looking through a small gray book with a white skull on the cover. "Oh, this is fun, you're gonna perish on the toilet!"

"SWEET HOME ALABAMA! I'm never going potty again!" Poof giggled at his opposite's sudden distress.

"Well okay, this, uh, adorable little creature is one possibility." Chloe said, giving a nervous smile at the snakupine only to receive a sharp hiss in response. "What else do you have?"

"Well, there's Bernie." the Reaper answered, putting the snakupine away and conjuring up a large blue bird in a cage.

"Ooh, he's colorful! Why do you call him Bernie?" Foop's question was answered by a jet of fire that came from the tooth-filled beak and reduced him to a pile of ash. Foop poofed back to normal with an unamused expression. "Got it." He said flatly.

"Do you have anything that won't kill us in five seconds?" Tootie asked, scared for both herself and Lyle.

"That's kind of a tall order, but you could try the Reaper Bunny. No relation." He pointed to a cage with a gray rabbit in it that seemed to be slightly anthropomorphic and very muscular. Tattered cloth that vaguely looked to have once been some sort of costume was loosely draped over its body.

"It doesn't lay eggs, does it?" asked Tootie.

"No, it makes and paints them by hand." answered the Grim Reaper. The rabbit then turned to face the group, growled, held up a small painted egg, then threw it through the bars of its cage. A small explosion happened where it landed at the kids' feet, causing them to jump back in surprise.

"But they do explode. Never could figure out where exactly it gets all the stuff." the Reaper shrugged.

"Why is this so hard?!" Tootie exclaimed.

"Let me." Foop spoke up. "Okay, Death, is there anything here that will cause a reasonable amount of trouble and keep its owner on their toes without immediately trying to eat, poison, burn, or blow them up?" he asked.

"Well, I guess the shaarkvark is out." The Grim Reaper said with a wary glance at a small fin poking out of a fishbowl. He then walked over to a solitary cage on a pedestal. "How about something a little bit more traditional, like an anti-fairy dog? You know, man's worst friend?" The growling creature inside looked like a dog with dark blue fur, though it had black patches on the top of its head and ears. It had a big black nose with three freckle-like spots on each side. Its eyes were a fierce red. A black crown floated above its head, a purple collar was around its neck, there was a small white skull on the tip of its tail, and finally, two small black bat wings sprouted from its back.

Lyle's eyes widened and he walked up close. "Wait a minute! This one's a different color and he looks way more evil, but other than that, he looks just like the fairy dog I had before I wished I was never born!" He then snapped his fingers. "Sparky! That was his name!"

"Then this must be the anti-Sparky. What do you call him?" Foop asked the Grim Reaper.

"We call him…Anti-Sparky."

"Not very creative…"

Poof raised an eyebrow. "Poof poof?"

"Yes, I am aware that's how literally every other anti-fairy's name works apart from mine. Am I wrong?" Poof mumbled in agreement. "So what does he eat?" Foop continued.

"The question is, who does he eat?" The Reaper semi-cryptically answered.

"I'd like to have you for dinner!" Anti-Sparky responded in a rough Brooklyn accent.

"Ooh! We could have a whole welcoming celebration when we get home!" Foop said happily. Anti-Sparky promptly lunged as far toward him as his cage would allow and chomped down hard.

"Oh! Have me for dinner!" Foop repeated as he grasped the obvious. "He's horrifying! Can we get him?" He eagerly asked Lyle.

"Hmm. Well, it's probably the best thing we're gonna find today. Sure. Who knows? This could be just what I needed!"

"A-Alright." Tootie responded unsurely.

The Grim Reaper snapped his fingers, teleporting Anti-Sparky out of his cage and into a dog carrier. "That'll be a hundred dollars."

"Oh. That's about a hundred dollars more than I was prepared to pay." Foop said sheepishly.

"Don't worry, I got it." Chloe said as she started to pull out a small purse.

"No no, I mean I give you the money to take this beast off my hands." The Reaper clarified, handing a hundred dollar bill to Lyle.

Now Tootie was really worried. "Um…just curious, if he doesn't work out, can we return him?"

"Oh, everyone returns him. Well, the ones who survive, anyway." The Grim Reaper answered while casually scratching himself."

Tootie gulped. Lyle put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Tootie. I actually have kind of a good feeling about Anti-Sparky here. Let's just take him home."

Tootie managed to calm down a little bit and nodded. "Yeah, okay, Lyle. Boys, take us home, please." Poof and Foop nodded and with a wave of their training wands, poofed the group, including their new pet, back to Earth.

"Meh. I'll give 'em a few days, tops." The Grim Reaper said to himself.


The group reappeared in the spare room Lyle was staying at in Chloe's house. "Welcome to your new home, Anti-Sparky!" Chloe happily greeted. "Lyle here is going to be your owner, and you two along with this other girl named Sophia are staying with me in my house. Um, one little rule that's kind of important, though: my parents don't actually know all of you are staying here, so we're just going to need to keep things quiet, okay? Other than that, I just know we're all gonna be great friends!"

"Aaand I officially hate you." Anti-Sparky spat, leaving Chloe stunned. The anti-fairy dog then turned to face Lyle. "And if I'm gonna be your pet, then there are a couple o' ground rules you'll need to follow before I even think about followin' any o' yours, Lima."

"Um, it's Lyle…"

"NEVER CORRECT ME!"

"Eep!"

"That's the first ground rule. The others are: never look me in the eye, and never raise your voice at me. Understood?"

"Yes…"

"What?"

"I said, yes sir, Anti-Sparky." Lyle said in a voice that was audible, but not too loud.

"Alright, not bad. By the way, do I have something in my eye?"

"I don't think so." Lyle immediately answered while avoiding eye contact.

"Huh. You're doin' a better job at followin' my rules than I woulda thought. Not a lotta my owners get past that point. But you, you're fallin' right in line."

"Yeah, well, this isn't exactly anything new."

"You have no idea how used to this sort of thing we are." Tootie added. "Our older sister is a real nightmare. And you're sure you want a dog version of her? We can still return this thing."

"No, it's okay. This…is kind of what I was talking about. He's still not as bad as our sister, anyway." Lyle chuckled dryly.

"We'll see about that!" Anti-Sparky said with a smirk, sending a ripple of uneasiness through everyone else in the room.


"Hey, Anti-Sparky." said Lyle.

"What?" asked a very grumpy talking dog.

"I've got a little something for ya. Tootie helped me wish it up." Lyle held up a stuffed rabbit. "It's a chew toy! Whaddya th-"

Anti-Sparky instantly grabbed the toy in his teeth and in less than five seconds the floor around them was covered with stuffing.

"Thanks for the quick second of entertainment. See ya." Anti-Sparky flippantly said as he walked off, leaving Lyle standing there in surprise.


"Okay, boy, Chloe's parents are home, so we're gonna have to be quiet, okay?" Lyle asked a couple of days later.

Anti-Sparky smirked. "You mean like this?" He knocked a lamp off of the small bedside table next to his bed, causing a loud crash.

"No! Not like that!" Lyle hissed.

"Oh, more like this?" Anti-Sparky started digging his claws into the wall, ripping out large chunks of it.

"No! And why are you even doing that?! That's more of a cat thing!"

The skull on the tip of Anti-Sparky's tail started glowing with an evil red light and Anti-Sparky changed into a black cat with the same crown, wings, and red eyes.

"Meow meow." He said as he continued tearing things up.

"What is all that racket?!" Connie Carmichael said, standing up from the kitchen table.

"It's nothing to worry about!" Chloe quickly said, racing in front of her. "It's probably one of the animals in the sanctuary!"

"Which one? All the ones back there right now are pretty tame." Clark pondered.

"The…horse?"

"We don't currently have a horse, sweetheart." Clark said back.

"We do now! I, uh, rescued him from…poachers?"

"...Well look at you, Chloe! Following in the footsteps of your amazing father!" Connie praised.

"I think you mean the footsteps of her amazinger mom!" Clark replied, getting up and putting his arm around his wife's shoulder.

"No, I'm pretty sure I meant the footsteps of her amazingerest father!" Connie said, inching two fingers up Clark's shoulder. Chloe took the opportunity to scamper off to Lyle's hidden room.

"Lyle! You good? I just barely managed to whoa…" Chloe looked at the ravaged room and Lyle barely managing to restrain a wicked black cat. "Yup…yup, I'm fine." The redheaded boy answered.

"I wish this room was fixed." Chloe said softly to a purple bracelet on her arm, which waved its bottle and made the place spic-and-span again.

"Aaw, just when it was gettin' homey!" Anti-Sparky griped.


"Okay." Lyle said. "I get that you're…rambunctious, and you made mincemeat out of your last chew toy, so this time, I got a few more." He dumped a handful of stuffed rabbits on the floor. "Now can you please try not to immediately chew through all these?"

"Oh, don't worry, I won't." Anti-Sparky smirked.

Lyle sighed. "I know that kinda look all too well, boy, so just do whatever you're gonna-"

Anti-Sparky shot a red laser from his tail and reduced the pile of plushes to a scorch mark on the ground.

"Of course." Lyle mumbled amidst the anti-dog's chuckles.


"Ah, what a great day for some good-old-fashioned community service, isn't it, Mr. Crocker?" Chloe asked happily.

Crocker grumbled. "Sure, just great. Stupid school curriculum!" He, Chloe, and a few other people (mostly in orange jumpsuits) were on a highway next to an overturned truck, spearing fish with trash pickers and putting them in bags wrapped around their waists (although oddly, Crocker's picker was green and his bag was pink). Suffice to say, Chloe was the only one smiling.

"Why are you even doing this, Chloe? Your grade is the best in my class! I'm pretty sure it's actually a world record or something! You don't need extra credit!"

"Doing extra is always better! Besides, I just love making a difference in the community! Being a positive, contributing member of society! Am I right?" She asked a nearby man in an orange jumpsuit with a shaved head and a scar over his cheek. The man just growled and went back to work.

Just then, a van that looked like the van from Snooper Dog and the Clue Crew except with a Halloween-like paintjob pulled up, dropped off a certain boy dressed in white with his own picker and bag, and then quickly drove off.

Chloe's eyes widened at the sight of him and ran over to him before anyone else. "Lyle? What are you doing here?"

Lyle shrugged. "Anti-Sparky signed me up for this extra credit service on Saturdays. He's the one who dropped me off."

"Where'd he even get the van?"

"Said he won it on a game show. Or stole it, I can't remember."

"But you don't even go to our school! Or any school!"

Lyle shrugged again. "Hey, at least this gives me something to do."

"But this, though?" Chloe gestured at the hot raw fish all over the ground.

"Eh, still better than the kinds of things my sister made me do!"

"Hey, new kid! Quit talking to the suckup and get to work!" Crocker called out. Lyle immediately went to pick up fish, leaving Chloe standing there, staring at him in total bewilderment.


"Lyle, it's me!" Tootie said as she entered his room. "How's it going with the-" she stopped. The whole room was covered with stuffing and ripped-up pieces of white fabric. All the dozens of rabbit chew toys Tootie had wished up, and every single one was in pieces. The one who ripped them up was curled up and sleeping on a makeshift bed of stuffing while a tattered and disfigured bunny head was clutched in his jaws.

Lyle, was just sitting on the bed surrounded by pieces of destroyed chew toys, just shrugged. "At least it tired him out."

Tootie stared at her brother for a moment, then slowly backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.


"I…I just don't know, you guys!" Tootie said the next day in her bedroom, where Chloe, Poof, and Foop also were. "That mean dog keeps doing mean things to him, but Lyle just takes it! Is he really happy like this?"

Chloe shrugged. "I wish I knew, bestie. He says everything's fine, but do we believe that?"

"Hey, he said it himself. He missed living in the toxic environment he did when Vicky was in his life, and Anti-Sparky seems to be delivering that swimmingly! Don't tell him I said this, but that dog freaks even me out a little." Foop admitted.

"I dunno, I don't think even Vicky's this bad." Tootie said.

"Hmm. If we're gonna keep Anti-Sparky, we've gotta find some way to calm him down." Chloe pondered.

"Poof poof, poof poof."

When Chloe and Tootie looked to Foop, he sighed. "He just agreed about taming Anti-Sparky, especially since if he keeps it up, both Lyle and Sophia are gonna be found out sooner or later. Which reminds me of something, but I can't quite put my finger on it…"

"I agree with Poof. We can't let Anti-Sparky bust us! I don't wanna lose Lyle!" Tootie panicked.

Chloe went over to her and put her arm around her shoulder. "Okay, guys, I think we need a break. Let's do something else. I think Sophia said she wanted to work on something in her room, which is great, but whaddya say we take Lyle out and get something to eat?"

Tootie took a deep breath to calm herself and nodded. "Yeah. Good idea, Chloe. Maybe we could go get some pizza or something."

At the mention of the American-pretending-to-be-Italian-food, Foop lit up. "Ooh! Can we go to Shirley's? I've always wanted to try that place!" Especially ever since Timmy had first told him the delightfully devastating story of the owner's past.

"As long as they have a veggie option. Gotta help those poor little animals, you know." Chloe agreed.

"And we might wanna hurry. My parents are out for the afternoon, which means you-know-who!" With that, the four scampered out of the house.

A few minutes later, the door to Tootie's room was kicked open by Vicky. "Alright, Tootie! Mom and Dad are out for the afternoon, which means you-know-what! Time for some sisterly fuuuun!" When Vicky didn't hear a terrified shriek or even a whimper in response, she looked around the room. "Tootie? Where'd ya go? If you think a little game of hide-and-seek is gonna keep you safe forever, you'd better think again! TOOTIE!" But despite the constant stream of threats pouring from Vicky's mouth, her little sister wasn't there. Vicky looked through the closet and even stood on her tiptoes in order to peek inside the chest of toy wands in case her black-haired sister tried to hide amongst the toys that were mostly black sticks. Vicky was about to give up and search elsewhere in the house, but when she checked under the bed she saw something she didn't expect. "What the- what is that? A trapdoor? Tootie, have you been secretly digging an escape tunnel without my say-so? How the heck did you even pull it off, especially considering this is the second floor-!" Vicky pulled open the trapdoor. "What the…" She said in response to what she saw inside. Unfortunately, when she tried to lean in a little farther to get a closer look, she tripped and fell all the way in, the wooden plate slamming shut behind her.


About an hour later, Tootie, Chloe, Poof and Foop walked/floated into the doorway of Tootie's house.

"Wow, I've never actually been in there because the man's always kinda freaked me out, but that was a good slice of pizza." Tootie said.

"Oh yeah, and those veggies tasted like they were pulled straight out of the wild! It's like the chef adapted specifically to my taste!" Chloe complimented.

"Well, you better go, Chloe. Don't want Vicky to rope you into doing all her chores too!"

"Yeah, I'd better go meet up with Lyle at my house anyway; make sure Anti-Sparky's not doing anything too mean to him. See ya, Tootie!" Chloe walked out with Foop following.

"Bye, Chloe!" Tootie said before closing the door. She then hesitantly walked through the house with Poof disguised as a hair clip. She was surprised when she made it all the way up to her room without being ambushed or yelled at.

"Hm. I guess she's out. Oh well!" Tootie said happily as she went to go work on her Timmy shrine (which Poof was more than a little creeped out by).

Later, Tootie finally decided to take a break. She yawned. "Well, that was productive! My Timmy shrine is even cuter than it was before! Don't you think, Poof?"

"Poof poof…" The fairy baby hesitantly (and uncomfortably) said.

"And it didn't take too long, it's only been…" Tootie then looked out her window and noticed with a start that the sun was starting to set. "Huh, that's weird. I'm sure Vicky would've barged in here by now to yell at me about something. I'll go ask Mom and Dad." The girl walked downstairs to see her parents laughing and watching TV on the couch.

"Have you seen Vicky?" Tootie interrupted.

Nicky wiped a tear from her face as she got her laughter under control. "No, and frankly, I hope we don't for a while! Do you know how long it's been since your daddy and I could watch something that we want?"

"I honestly forgot there were things on TV besides the Makeup Channel and other teenage girl stuff! This is great!" Tootie's dad cheered as he and his wife got back into watching their comedy. Tootie walked back up to her room.

"Hmm. I've got this weird feeling that something's wrong…but hey, a break from Vicky's a break." Tootie shrugged. She turned back and checked a small model of Timmy's head that was dangling from the ceiling on a string. The string then snapped and the model bounced under her bed. "Drat!" Tootie then walked over to her bed and knelt down to look under it when she noticed something else. "Hm?" She then walked around to the left side of her bed and examined the object. "Is this…a trapdoor? Where the heck did this come from?"

"Poof." The fairy baby said, equally confused.

"And where would it lead? This the second floo-whoa." Tootie opened the trapdoor, which led down much farther and into more darkness then the girl would've thought possible. She quickly closed it. "Yikes! What is that? It's like magic, but it's so creepy…and evil." Tootie's and Poof's eyes both widened. "Foop!" They exclaimed in unison. Tootie quickly whipped out her phone and called Chloe. In a minute, both her and Foop were beside her, as well as Lyle and less pleasantly, Anti-Sparky.

"My parents are coming home in a few minutes," Chloe explained. "I thought it'd be smarter not to risk it." Luckily, Tootie's parents were still so engrossed in their moment of freedom, they didn't notice the extra figures sneak past them through the living room.

"I dunno what we're doing here, but someone better feed me or it's gonna be a bad time for all o' ya!" Anti-Sparky threatened. Lyle then held out another stuffed rabbit, which was quickly gobbled up. Lyle pulled his arm out of the anti-fairy dog's mouth before it was chomped too.

"Sooo, what did you call us here for again, Tootie? You said you found something?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah. Do you know anything about this, Foop?" Tootie asked, pointing to the trapdoor.

Foop's eyes widened. "Oh, that's what I forgot!" He smacked the side of his head, smiling. "I wanted to surprise you all by coming up with a better solution for where to put our guests than walking on eggshells with Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes' parents. So I whipped up a magic trapdoor!"

"Really?" Lyle asked in surprise.

"Yeah. I made it real exciting, too. It reads your mind and surrounds you with your worst fears!" Foop said in a creepy voice.

"Oh…" Lyle responded softly.

"Foop, that's a terrible idea!" Chloe scolded.

"Hmph. Call it cultural difference." Foop responded indignantly.

"If this thing really is full of nightmares, then I'd bet my Timmy shrine that's where Vic-er, she is." Tootie said while sparing a quick glance at Lyle, whose eyes just kept being glued to the trapdoor.

"Well, what do we do now?" Chloe asked.

Tootie huffed. "I guess I'd better go in and get her."

That snapped Lyle out of his trance. "What?! Why would you go in there! Especially after…her?"

"Because she's still my sister. Besides, if I know her, she'll just get more and more crazy the longer she's in there, so I'm gonna find her!"

"I'm going with you, BFF." Chloe said.

"Great. See ya. Lemme know if you die so I can bury your bodies." Anti-Sparky said without a trace of emotion in his voice.

"Bu-But Tootie…"

"I'll be okay, Lyle. I have to do this. I'll be back, I promise." Tootie guaranteed. She looked to Chloe, then at their godbrothers. "Poof, Foop, you're coming with us, right? We'll probably need you."

"Well, I dunno…"

"Poof Poooof!"

"Kidding, kidding! I'm dying to see your faces when you see my most diabolically brilliant work ever up close!" Foop replied, giddy with anticipation. With that, the four bade a final farewell to Lyle and Anti-Sparky (only one of them returned it) and they lowered themselves into the trapdoor.


What was at first a room of total darkness quickly illuminated into a room consisted entirely of wooden planks.

"This is your nightmare chamber?" Chloe asked Foop.

"Give it a second."

Just then, a hydraulic tube opened in the ceiling and garbage started spilling out. Two metal chutes then opened in the wall,

"Gyah! L-Littering!" Chloe quickly ran over to the pile and started picking it up and depositing it into the appropriately labeled chute. "And so many recyclables! Think of the environmental damage! Is sorting really that impossible?!" Chloe yelled as she put everything plastic into the other chute.

The other three looked up at the trash tube which seemed to be dumping out more garbage than it had before. "Yeah, you might wanna stop that. This thing tunes into your worst fear, you know? The more you pick up the trash, the more it'll fall and bury you alive." Foop explained.

"Poof?"

"Call it evil intuition. I made this thing, remember?"

"You know I can't stop!" Chloe sobbed.

"How do we get out of here?" Tootie asked.

"Eh, I'd suspect usually you don't. But luckily, since I'm here…" Foop floated over to a wall, spun his bottle in one hand, and zapped a rectangular burst of magic at the wall, making a doorway. "Come on, let's go!"

Seeing that Chloe was still picking up the trash, Tootie rolled her eyes and dragged the do-gooder girl out of the room. In moments, they left that trash room behind, only for it to be replaced with a labyrinth of wooden hallways.

In another moment, Chloe had collected herself. "Okay, I'm good now. You weren't kidding, Foop, that was my worst nightmare!"

"Right." Replied the baby with a roll of his eyes.

"Hm. I've seen and been through a lot. I wonder what this place has for me?" Tootie had barely finished her question when a loud stomping filled the hallway behind them. The group turned around to see a scaly form emerging from the darkness. They soon beheld a large light-green dragon with pink eyes and red hair with a ponytail.

"Yup. That'll do it." Tootie stated. The dragon then roared, causing the kids to scream and run away, dodging bursts of fire all the way as the beast chased after them.

"Foop! Any ideas?!" Chloe yelled in-between huffs of breath,

"Don't ask me! I'm terrified of dragons! I was almost eaten by one once!"

Poof then turned around and pointed his rattle at the Vicky-dragon.

"Don't bother!" Foop yelled back. "Magic doesn't work on dragons! Learned that the hard way!"

Finally, the group managed to lose the dragon by ducking into another door. They held it shut as they heard the beast pass by. Eventually, they took a deep breath and let go. They then turned around to see a small figure standing in front of them. It looked up and smiled with a big buck tooth.

"Timmy?!" The four said in unison.

The boy pointed at them. "Goooo awaaaay." He slowly said.

"What?" Tootie asked.

'Timmy' stepped a little closer, showing that he was dressed in a dark blue one-piece outfit with a white skull in the middle. His feet were in light-blue versions of what looked like booties and his ears were pointed.

"Yoooouu heard meeeee. Gooooo awaaaaay. IIIIII doooon't waaaaant yooooouu anymoooore." The apparition said while still pointing at them.

Poof's eyes started welling up with tears.

"Wait, whose fear is that?" Chloe asked.

"I guess it's another one for me, but that doesn't usually bother me. Timmy's always running from me and telling me to go away. It just makes him extra dreamy!"

"...We really need to have that talk, Tootie."

Before the fake Timmy could say another word, he was stomped flat.

"Take that, twerp!" An all-too familiar voice cackled. The real kids could only look up in shock and horror.


Lyle was standing where the others left him, staring down at the trapdoor.

"A'ight." Anti-Sparky said, walking into the room on two legs while picking his teeth with a toothpick. "I just raided the fridge, not that these losers had much good eats anyway. Let's blow this joint!"

"But Tootie's still down there!"

"Yeah, so? She comes back, she doesn't come back, ain't my problem! Now take me home, or else!"

But Lyle had just gone back to staring at the door. "Maybe I should just…ohhh, I don't know…"

"Hey! Did you hear me, bub? I said let's go!"

"I'm not leaving until I know my sister's safe!"

"You won't know if you'll be safe if you don't do what I say! You think you've seen me at my worst?! I can be so much badder!"

"'Badder' isn't a word…"

"NEVER CORRECT ME!" Doidle then chose that moment to walk into the room. He growled at Anti-Sparky, only for the anti-dog to roar at him. The not-magic dog promptly fled with his tail between his legs, thinking to himself that he really needed to keep his snout out of all this magical business. It just never seemed to end well for him.

Anti-Sparky then jerked back to Lyle. "If we don't get moving right this minute, I swear the things I'll do, the stuff I'll break, the labor I'll sign you up for…"

Lyle just shrugged. "Go nuts, boy. I really don't care."

"Okay, WHAT IS WITH YOU?!" Anti-Sparky demanded. "I've been living with you for a few days now, and I just don't get you! You're supposed to be afraid of me! You're supposed to hate me! I'm an anti-fairy dog, for crying out loud! I'm man's worst friend! Everyone who's ever owned me has returned me to that cramped little pet store by now, at least the ones I haven't eaten! But you…you don't even care! I do all this stuff to you and it doesn't affect you one bit! You're makin' me look like a total bum! I just…I just don't get it!"

Lyle locked eyes with Anti-Sparky and for once, the dog didn't argue. "I mean…the things you do to me just aren't as bad as some of the other stuff I've been through."

"HOW?! I'm terrible!"

"In my old life, I was constantly tormented by V…my older sister. She got me in trouble with my parents, made me do all the chores, straight up beat me-"

"But I do all that too!"

"Yeah, but that's all you do! It's all…physical. My sister, not only did she torture me physically, she also tortured me psycologically. She made me think and feel like I deserved all that trouble, and that it was never going to change. I wasn't good enough for it to change. It's…different with you. I don't feel like anyone's trying to convince me I deserve the trouble you're giving me because it's kind of on my terms. I meant it when I said I missed being on my toes and I even kind of missed all the chores and work I had to do. Heh, so I guess it really doesn't matter what you do to me, boy. You can bite me, break the stuff Tootie wishes up for me, sign me up for community service, you'll never hit as hard as Vicky did."

Anti-Sparky just averted his gaze.

Lyle smiled and looked back at the trapdoor. "And now despite everything she's been through, my other sister-the one who actually acts like a sister- is now risking herself to save that monster. Why I have no idea, but I can't just stand here and lose the first person who ever did anything nice for me! I really don't wanna risk running into her, but with how much Tootie risked to bring me back to the real world in the first place, I guess it's the least I can do." Lyle turned to Anti-Sparky. "Well, I'm heading in before I change my mind, so see ya!" With that, Lyle jumped down into the door.

Anti-Sparky stared at where he had gone down and turned away again.


Tootie, Chloe, Poof, and Foop all looked up at the imposing object in front of them. It was big. It was horrible. It was-"

"Dad?!" Tootie exclaimed.

Towering above them was what looked like a giant robot version of Tootie's dad. Its eyes were glowing red and its "mouth" consisted of a series of white lights resembling teeth in a grimace-like expression. However, the robot seemed to also be crouched on all fours, similar to a dog. Its head was also sparking in a few places.

"Y-Y-Y-ooouuu'ree d-d-deeeeaad, Vick-ck-cky…" The machine droned in a robotic version of Tootie's real dad's voice.

After taking that in, the kids noticed the character standing on top of the robot's head, cackling like a madwoman.

"Vicky? Is that you?" Tootie called up.

"Oh, hey, sis!" Vicky called down. "Look at this crazy place I found! It has everything you could ever be afraid of! Like this clunker for example!" Vicky stomped on the metal father's head. "This stupid thing tried to scare me! Like I'm actually scared of our parents anymore! Hahahahahaha!"

"Was there a robot Mom?"

Vicky smirked and threw down a small handful of wires. "There was!"

"...That woman is sick." Foop commented. He was suddenly whacked out of the air by a whip, knocking him into the wall. Vicky twirled the whip over her head for a second. "Really? A teeny square bat? This thing must be really running out of ideas by now!"

Chloe stepped ahead of Tootie (and Poof, who was hiding behind Tootie's head). "So, Vicky, you're not scared of anything this place made for you?"

"Well, it got lucky a few times, but it's nothing I can't-HEY!" Vicky turned around and smacked her whip at a couple zombies that were dressed like beggars. "I already told you to get outta here!" A few dollar bills shaped like bats fluttered out of the zombies' pockets, but before they could get too far, Vicky's robot dad caught them in its hand. It then handed them to her, where she was quick to put them in a burlap sack. "Cha-Ching!"

Vicky then turned back to her sister and her friends. "But hey, don't take my word for this place being scary when I can just show you!" Vicky grinned and snapped her fingers. The walls around them burst open to reveal creatures of all sorts. From more familiar-looking ones , like werewolves, sasquatches, and chupacabras, to more alien-looking creatures, like a red scaly beast that had its nose above its eyes, a round green creature with a single bulbous eyestalk, and what were either two large four-eyed purple tentacled monsters, or one big tentacled monster with two four-eyed heads.

"Nngh…" foop groaned, floating back over to the group. What's I miss-oh. Really? She beat all of 'em? None of these were good enough?"

"It's Vicky!/Poof poof!" Tootie and Poof answered at the same time.

"Boys, let's show my little sister and her little goodie-goodie friend what it really means to be scared, eh?" Vicky laughed as the various monstrosities closed in.

"Um…I'd normally wouldn't suggest this, but maybe if you hug them?" Foop started to say.

Chloe blanched. "Um, no. I, uh, don't think that'd help. Run!" She grabbed Tootie's arm and pulled them out of the reach of swinging claws and tentacles. Poof and Foop quickly followed, the former just managing to dodge the snapping jaw.

"Ooh, not like this! I can't let myself get gobbled up by my own monsters! The kids at school would never let me live it down!" Foop wailed. The group ran under the giant dad-robot (whose pilot was still cackling crazily) and made it to a hallway on the opposite side of the room. The monsters were close behind. Unfortunately, Tootie stumbled and tripped.

"Tootie!" Chloe yelled. Tootie glanced up and had barely had time to register a slimy tongue reaching out towards her before a hand pulled her to her feet. However, the hand didn't belong to Chloe.

"Lyle?!" Tootie yelled as her third exclamation of someone's name in a single minute.

"This way!" Lyle quickly pulled Tootie just inside the hallway and through a door immediately to the left. Chloe, Poof, and Foop barely squeezed in as well before Lyle slammed the door shut and braced against it as the monsters started banging against it.

"We should be safe in here…for a while anyway."

"Lyle, what are you doing here?!" Tootie demanded.

"I came to see how you were doing." Something slammed into the door, almost knocking Lyle off his feet. "Maybe I should've just stayed back after all…"

"But-but why? You knew that Vic-our sister was down here! Weren't you afraid?"

"Are you kidding, I'm terrified! But I couldn't just sit back after everything you've done for me already. Besides, this is definitely getting the old heart pumping again!"

"You like this?"

"Well, maybe 'like' isn't exactly the right word. I'm definitely not going toe to toe with her. But a little craziness is better than just sitting around being bored…and feeling like I'm all alone again."

"Oh, Lyle, you're not alone! I'll always be there for you!" Tootie said, hugging Lyle.

Chloe then realized something. "Wait. Is that why you don't mind being with Anti-Sparky? He's, like, company when we can't be and he makes your life exciting in a non-blaming way?"

Lyle rubbed the back of his head as he braced against another door banging. "Yeah, basically. Of course he probably thinks we're all dead and is long gone by now."

Suddenly, a loud growling was heard outside, followed by a zapping sound.

Foop cautiously peeked the door open a crack. "Or not." He pushed it open all the way, allowing the others to see a certain blue dog firing off several red energy blasts from his skull-shaped tail, making the monsters run away.

"A-Anti Sparky?!" Lyle said in surprise. "You're…helping me?"

"Don't get the wrong idea bub." The anti-fairy dog growled as he let loose another blast from his tail. "I ain't savin' ya 'cause I like ya. As long as you're still my owner, you're keepin' me outta that cramped little cage in the pet store! Plus…you're interestin' to me. You ain't like my other owners."

"So you're sticking around?" Chloe asked.

Anti-Sparky grinned with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. "Oh don't worry. I'll make you all regret it."

"I don't doubt it!" Lyle chuckled.

Vicky, meanwhile, had taken in the scene of what was happening to her monsters. "What kind of fear are you?"

Anti-Sparky turned his sharp smile to her. "Your worst one!" He then floated up and zoomed headfirst into the dad robot like a bullet, boring directly through its metal head. The whole thing then started shaking.

"Uh-oh." Vicky mumbled.

"Y-Y-Y-You're in hu-huge trouble, young l-lady! Huuuge…" These were the robot's last words before it exploded. The five kids raised their hands to shield themselves from the blast. When they looked again, Anti-Sparky floated out of the smoke carrying an unconscious Vicky in his arms.

"Come on," he grunted, "let's get this brat home."

Lyle took one look at Vicky's prone body, shrieked, and fainted, causing Tootie, Chloe, and Poof to look at him concerned and Anti-Sparky to smirk. His tail then emitted a red glow and poofed them all out.


Poof's magic gently lowered Vicky onto her bed.

"With any luck, Vicky will think she dreamed the whole thing." Chloe commented.

"Poof poof." The two then headed back to Tootie's room where Lyle was sitting on the bed clutching his head, Tootie and Anti-Sparky were respectively sitting and lying next to him and Foop was just floating there.

"Everything seems good with Vicky. Lyle, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Turns out I really wasn't ready to face her yet. Still, I'm here for you too, sis." He said with a smile at Tootie, who beamed in return.

While all this was going on, Foop frowned. He really didn't want to, his pride was killing him for even thinking it; but fact was fact, and he had the distinct feeling that if Timmy were here, he'd agree, so here goes nothing.

"Hey, guys…" He said, getting everyone's attention.

"I'm…I'm sorry. For all the trouble. I was just trying to come up with a better plan to help out."

While Poof somewhat coldly rolled his eyes at Foop's apology, Chloe smiled. "It's okay, Foop. We definitely appreciate the effort, just maybe try not to add in so many nightmares next time."

Foop smiled. "Thanks, blondie." The smile just as quickly vanished. "But you still can't smell my head. Do so and perish!"

Chloe kept her smile and raised her hands in a surrendering gesture. "Sure thing, Foop."

Lyle yawned and looked out the window at the night sky. "Well, I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I am beat!"

"Agreed! Let's get you two back to my house!"

"Whatever." Anti-Sparky grumbled as he and Lyle followed Chloe outside.

"Hoo, I really hate admitting this, but I guess I could go for at least a little nap." Foop yawned as well. He started floating out the door when Poof grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him back. "Poof poof poof."

"What do you mean 'we have work to do'?!"

"If you really wanna make up for this, Foop, you can help us with the new idea we've come up with." Tootie explained. "Plus, we kind of have you to thank for it."

That got Foop's attention. "Oh, really?" The three then walked out the door; unfortunately one little thing had once again been forgotten.

The next morning, a pair of evil pink eyes slowly opened. Vicky groaned and sat up.

"It was all a dream? Dang, it's always the really good ones!" The babysitter stood up, stretched, then promptly headed across the hall and kicked open the door to her sister's room.

"Wake up, Tootie! My breakfast isn't gonna make itse-huh?" Unbeknownst to her, Tootie had slept over at Chloe's house to work on their new project, so her room was once again empty.

"Oh, come on, where are you now?" Vicky once more looked under the bed. "Come on out, you little-wha-?!" Vicky reached under and pulled out the very evil trapdoor she had dominated just the night before.

"That-that wasn't a dream? This is real?" Vicky looked down the trapdoor again, marveling at the impossible physics before shutting the thing. "Hmm…a trapdoor that can surround you with everything that makes you afraid and miserable…" Vicky then wrapped her hands around the sides and lifted the whole thing up as if it was nothing. "A portable trapdoor…" Vicky's mouth slowly curled upwards into a twisted smile. "I could use this…"


Meanwhile, down the road, Lyle, Anti-Sparky and Sophia were waiting in Chloe's kitchen.

"So, did the others say why they wanted us to wait out here?" Sophia asked, getting nothing but a shrug in response.

Chloe, Tootie, Poof, and Foop then came out to meet them. They looked a little tired, but otherwise excited. "Okay, guys, it took a while to finish setting up, but our special surprise is finally ready!" Chloe said enthusiastically. The two humans and Anti-fairy dog were led into the room Lyle had been staying in. Other than any damage caused by Anti-Sparky having been fixed up, the room looked about the same.

"I don't see any surprise." grumbled Anti-Sparky.

Chloe giggled. "Over here, please." She walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled something across the floor.

Lyle paled. "You brought that trapdoor here? After what happened last night?"

Tootie laughed. "Calm down, Lyle. This one's better!"

"Better?"

"Mm-hmm." Chloe nodded. "Turns out, Foop was onto something. A portable hole leading to a pocket dimension is exactly what we needed. Of course, the whole 'surrounded by your worst nightmares' part needed a little tweaking,"

Sophia raised an eyebrow.

"So we went in a bit of a different approach with this one. Follow us and see for yourselves!" Chloe opened the trapdoor and slid down the ladder, Tootie and the babies quickly following. Anti-Sparky just cracked his neck muscle before flying down. Lyle and Sophia exchanged glances and decided to follow too.

"Whoa…" Lyle said as soon as he touched down. The area it was in actually looked a lot like the hallway inside of Chloe's house, but a lot bigger and with far more rooms.

"Welcome to my new secret guest floor!" Chloe greeted. "It's an entire set of living conditions completely free from the rest of the house!"

"Now we won't have to worry about you guys being discovered anymore!" Tootie said happily. "Chloe's parents won't be able to hear you here! At least as long as they're not too close to the trapdoor!"

"Okay." Sophia said, nodding in approval. "I think this could work."

"Looks like kind of a lot of rooms, though." Lyle observed.

"We made sure you guys could have all the amenities you needed!" Chloe explained. Plus, there's a whole other set of guest rooms on the other side in case we get even more guests! Well, ones who know about magic, anyway. I may have gotten a little excited…" she giggled. "Let's start with your room, Sophia." Chloe pushed open a door to reveal a room that looked almost exactly like the one the buck-toothed girl had been staying in before.

"Want us to bring you your things?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. I didn't have much."

Chloe nodded. "Poof?"

With a wave of a rattle, Sophia's suitcase appeared on the bed, along with her clothes.

"Yeah, this is great, guys. I can totally have some peace and quiet whenever I want to work on…stuff."

Foop chose that moment to hover over to her suitcase. "By the way, what's in this thing? You had this when you hitched a ride with us out of Dimension Whatever. What was so important you had to drag it all the way up here?"

"Whoa, hey-" Before Sophia could take more than a few steps, Foop opened the case, showing a bunch of papers and some small plushies. "What's all this?"

"Oh, that's just some stuff I came up with while I was down there. Stories, scripts, cliff notes; a real creator always keeps their best ideas around for the right moment." Sophia chuckled. "It's mostly writing, that's what I'm good at, but as long as I didn't have anything else to do, I figured I'd try drawing, too." She held up a doodle of an orange cat with yellow eyes, a small flipbook of a ball bouncing across the page, and what looked like a whole sketchbook filled with drawings and notes.

Foop held up a stack of papers. "Bug Girl: The Story of an Amazing and Beautiful Girl Who is Wrongfully Treated, Turns into a Monster, and Eats Everyone Who Wronged Her?" He read aloud.

Sophia nervously chuckled. "Sometimes artists need to write out their frustrations, okay?"

"Poof poof?" Poof was more interested in the stuffed animals. He was currently holding a fluffy round red thing with legs but no arms. Another one was blue and oval-shaped and also had no arms despite having legs. A third was yellow, peanut-shaped, and was armless as well. All three of them had simple round cartoony eyes and small smiling mouths.

"Oh, those are the Noogs. It was just something I designed once. Thought they'd be good for marketing..something. Not sure yet. Unlike my hat (thanks again, Poof), these came out just how I pictured. I wouldn't have expected ogres to be good at sewing, but there you go."

"'Noog'? What kind of ridiculous name is that?" Foop asked.

Sophia picked up the red one and sighed. "When I was little, I used to call my dad 'Papa Noog'. Drove him crazy. I wonder what'd he think of it now…" She was distracted by Poof picking up a fourth 'Noog' plush. This one was light pink and circular, with a small tuft of fur on its head and actually had arms as well as legs.

"Oh, careful, Poof! That's Buck. I actually had him when I was little. Well, technically this is just a recreation of him, but you know what I mean." Sophia took the plush in her hands. "I couldn't leave without him."

Anti-Sparky scoffed. "Gag me."

"And look." Sophia continued. She turned Buck over and pulled a small zipper on his back, opening him up. She reached in and pulled out a second Buck that was a bit smaller than the original. She proceeded to do the same thing until there were five Bucks of gradually decreasing size (the smallest didn't have a zipper).

"He can make friends so he'll never be lonely!" Poof laughed and clapped.

Chloe motioned for the others to go and leave Sophia and Poof to their own devices for the time being.

"And of course, we couldn't forget about you, Lyle!" Tootie said enthusiastically. She opened the door to another room that was nearly identical to the house's original guest bedroom. "Just let us know when you wanna redecorate. But for now," Tootie pointed to a dog bed against one wall. It was pitch black with sharp metal spikes alongside the bottom and with a dark blue pillow inside. A plush toy of a completely different variety topped it.

"What, just one measly toy rabbit? This one ain't gonna last a minute!" Anti-Sparky grumbled.

"You ain't 'zactly a ray o' sunshine yourself, bucko! This is the mutt I'm supposed 'ta entertain? Gimme a break!" A new voice popped up. Anti-Sparky stared in surprise as the toy rabbit stood up and glared at him. The bunny had a red felt bow tie, beady pink plastic eyes, and the fabric making up his muzzle was a solid gray, making him look like he had a 5 o'clock shadow.

"Anti-Sparky, meet Bucky." Foop introduced. "We noticed how quickly you went through all those other chew toys, so we made this one special."

"I can talk." Bucky said flatly.

"Not only that, he's more durable, self-repairing, and-"

"I can also fly." Bucky interrupted, revealing two plush wings on his back. He promptly hovered about halfway up the height of the room. "Try and catch me, ya big mook!" You couldn't catch my granny! Oh wait, I'm a toy. I don't have a-" Anti-Sparky promptly zoomed at Bucky, caught him in his mouth, shook him for a moment, and then ripped him in half.

"Pff. You call that a challenge?"

Foop just smirked. "Wait for it…"

Magical sparkles appeared over Bucky's ripped-up halves. They then moved of their own accord and stitched back together as if nothing had happened.

"I told you, self-repairing." Foop said.

"You call that a mauling? Try a wimpy move like that in the city, and you'll be the one ripped to shreds!" Bucky taunted. Anti-Sparky growled and flew at him again. This time the toy bunny dodged him. "I know how to fly better than that, and I literally got cotton for brains!" Bucky laughed. Anti-Sparky chased hima round some more, admittedly ramming into the walls and wrecking things more than a few times, but eventually he got a hold of Bucky again and ripped him to pieces over and over with him coming back together good as new every time.

After a minute, Anti-Sparky, still clutching Bucky in his mouth, plopped down in his new dog bed. He sighed an exhausted but joyful sigh.

"He's perfect…" The dog said quietly before he fell asleep.

Lyle walked over to the bed and knelt down next to Anti-Sparky. He slowly reached out his hand. When nothing happened after a moment, he slowly petted the beast. It felt like petting your own coffin, but that wasn't anything new for Lyle.

Tootie looked to Foop and gestured to the walls. The anti-baby got the message and poofed the room back to its original orderly and undamaged state.

"You need anything else, Lyle?" Tootie asked.

Lyle looked at his sleeping dog for a couple of seconds more before turning to his little sister and smiling.

"You know, I think I'm good."