Fairly Oddparents copyright Viacom
Chapter 11: "Figures!"
Written: 15 Feb 2005-21 Feb 2005
Posted: 25 Feb 2005
Vicky, with Mr. Turner's wrist in her hand, marched up the path to the top of the ridge. She just had to get to that twerp before sunset, and this oaf of a man wasn't to stop him. Why she didn't just dump him and move on her own, she didn't know.
Maybe it was because she was kinda hoping that he knew the way back. Or the fact that it was getting late.
"Whoa there, Vicky," Mr. Turner said. "I'm not a vigorous, young, hip teenager anymore."
"So I've noticed, Mr. Turner. What's your point?"
"I can't keep up this pace forever!"
So he thinks he whine his way out, Vicky thought. Not on my watch. "I didn't want to tell this. But…"
"Oh well, if you don't tell me, then you don't have to."
"Oh for crying out," Vicky said. "I think your son is joining with Dingleberg in a plot to take your wife away from you."
"What? Impossible!" Mr. Turner declared before dashing forward, almost pulling Vicky's arm out of its socket in the process. "Get back here Timmy Tanya Turner!"
Vicky's mouth flopped open. Tanya? She hadn't even aware that the little twerp even had a middle name. She would have ridiculed the name, had she not had been dragged by Timmy's Dad in a bigger hurry than her dragging of Timmy's Dad before. While they were getting to the twerp faster, so she could stop him from whatever he was done faster, she much rather preferred that she was the one doing the dragging.
"Slow up, Mr. Turner," she said. "We don't have to go this fast."
"Oh, yes we do!"
Mr. Turner pulled Vicky into the sunset.
OOO-
"Oh why didn't listen to my mother," Wanda said suddenly to herself. Then she remembered why she hadn't. "Oh yeah, that's right. The children." She sighed as she looked at her husband. Cosmo was probably child-like, and childish, for anyway.
He was clawing at the wall of the cell, trying to dig his way out. Wanda had considered stopping him, but had changed her mind. He might actually succeed. He had already had a six-inch deep hole dug out of the stone. So Cosmo's bid to dig their way out of the underground prison wasn't too impossible. When those "hounds" brought them back to Fairy World, their wands were taken away. And now they were stuck in here.
But Wanda didn't remember there being an underground prison in Fairy World. What was it doing here?
"Don't bother digging your way out," a voice said. Now where had she heard that voice before?
She turned to face the speaker. She was surprised to find a scrawny-looking fairy in the cell across the corridor. "Who are you?"
"Binky."
"It can't be. Binky's on a good-will trip to Leprechaunia."
The fairy looked toward the ceiling, groaning. "That's a different Binky."
"Oh." Wanda felt her face redden to what she was quite sure was deep shade of crimson.
Cosmo looked up from his scratching only long enough to say, "So what are you doing in here," before returning to his work.
"Don't mind him," Wanda said. "He's an idiot."
"Yes, I can see that."
"So just what are you doing in a place like anyway?"
"Well, it all began in the sewers under Jorgen's house…"
OOO-
"Figures," Vicky muttered when she saw the rope-and-plank bridge over the deep chasm.
"What's the matter, Vicky," Mr. Turner taunted. "Afraid of heights or something?"
"Don't be silly, Mr. Turner," Vicky said. "Of course I am. Isn't there like another way?"
"Do you see another way?"
"How should I know? We haven't even looked for one."
"Up, no time for that. Must stop evil plan. Now." Mr. Turner grabbed Vicky and ran out onto the rope bridge. And Vicky began to regret telling Mr. Turner that little white lie about that twerp and that Dinkleberg person, whoever that was. Just maybe honesty was indeed the best policy. If she had only told the truth, she wouldn't be running down a rickety bridge that looked like it would break at any moment with moths in her stomach. She just wished she knew why she had been in such a hurry.
Or why she was on this idiotic crusade in the first place.
"This may not be a such a good idea, Mr. Turner."
"Oh, why not," he pouted.
She felt something shift.
Suddenly the bridge fell to one side.
Vicky tried to grab onto the boards that used to be a footpath, but somehow even a finger hold eluded her grasp. "Figures," she said as she fell into the deep, hoping that there was a river somewhere down there.
"I'm beginning to agree with you, Vicky," a voice said beside her.
"Told you so, Mr. Turner," Vicky replied dryly.