Fairly Oddparents copyright Viacom
Chapter 17: Mr. Turner Finds His Son
Written: 27 Mar 2005-6 Apr 2005
Posted: 6 Apr 2005
Timmy had waited patiently for his mother to pick him up, but now the waterfall was getting uncomfortably close. One-minute-from-falling-off-the-waterfall close. Where was his mother?
Then he noticed the shelf thing extending from the cliff to his right. Perhaps he could jump off onto that before the raft carried him to the unknown depths below. But he saw a familiar sight on the shore. A man without pants who looked remarkably like his dad. Wait a second. That was his dad!
"Dad, what are you doing here?" he asked as he fought the current of the river. His dad was supposed to be at the top of the ravine.
Timmy had never seen such fury as he was seeing in his father. "You," he accused. "Explain thyself."
"Explain myself?" Timmy wondered.
Before falling off the waterfall.
As he fell, he began to say his last prayers.
But before he could splash into the waters below, a hand wrapped itself around his wrist.
OOO-
"How is this possible?" Jorgen bellowed. It's been six hours since the water dripping had started, and still Wanda hadn't shown the slightest sign of flinching.
Wanda said nothing. She didn't want to ruin the surprise for him. It was a dozy of one. But apparently Jorgen didn't share her enthusiasm to wait until Christmas to open his presents.
He pointed his wand toward his head. "Tell me now or I'll blast all your hair away." He really drove the point home here. "And since you don't have your wand, you can't just poof it back."
Wanda sighed. It looked like she was going to tell him already. "I've been phase-shifting."
"Phase-shifting? You mean where you shift your molecules out of phase with the rest of the world, including the water drops falling on your head?"
Wanda nodded.
"Impossible! If you were to phase-shift, I would have noticed."
Wanda smirked. "Look a little closer."
Jorgen did. And he saw. "You're slightly transparent. How are you doing this?"
"Easy. I phase-shifted just enough to let the water drops fall through me, but not enough that you would notice."
Jorgen whistled in appreciation. "I have never heard of such fine control."
"Thank you."
"But you have mistake of thinking about your hair before the consequence of giving away valuable secrets like that."
A moment later, Wanda wined. "Of course. How could I be so stupid?"
"It must be rubbing off of Cosmo," Jorgen jested. He clicked his fingers. "Now we just phase-shift the water drops the same amount that you do."
Wanda sighed. Here we go again.
OOO-
Johnny whistled to himself as he gathered the bits of green cloth stuck to the log. Collecting all these green cloths would have been very boring, except for all the interesting creatures that keep popping out of the forest. He had often wondered what they were. But they all seemed to be different.
He had made it all the way to the bank of the river. He wished he could take a dip in it, but he had to find the green clothes for Vicky. She had sent on that errand by an adult, and his Grandma had always told him to listen to his elders. That is, people who were older than him. But what was all these green cloths doing out here anyway?
He gathered a pair of green pants from the bush when he saw another boy staring at him from the other side of the river. "Hi, I'm Johnny. What's your name?"
"Johnny?" The boy looked a bit surprised. "The same Johnny who has a fairy godparent by the name of Juandissimo Magnifico?"
Wow, so this kid had a fairy godparent, too, huh? He wondered what his (or her name) was. But he, whoever he was, wasn't going to like the answer. So he hesitated before saying, "Not exactly."
"What do you mean, 'Not exactly'?" a butterfly fluttered by the other boy's head that Johnny had failed to notice before.
OOO-
Cosmo was a bare five inches from freedom (he was quite convinced of this), when he heard his mother's voice call for him. He backed out of the tunnel, however short it was, he had just dug into the wall and spotted his momma standing by the open door to the cell. "Momma! You've come for me!"
"That's right, Snookums," Momma Cosma cooed. "And I will never leave you again." Actually Cosmo hadn't been worrying about that, but it still was good to hear.
"But what are you to do about Wanda, Momma?"
There was a flash of something on his mother's face, but that soon passed. "She is a heartless shrew, honey. She just abandoned you."
"That's not true, Momma. Wanda would never do that to me."
Momma Cosma smiled patiently. "Then let me show you." She began to escort her son out of the dungeon. "It will be all the evidence you need to be convinced."
OOO-
Mr. Turner ran down the slope as fast as he could. He had spotted his way-ward son fall off the waterfall, and while he was upset that his son would conspire with his mortal enemy against him, he still had to see if his son was okay. After all what kind of father would he be if he didn't?
A stitch flared in his side, but he paid it no heed as he rocketed off of the slope.
OOO-
"How did she manage to lose her shirt?" Timmy wondered of Johnny.
He shrugged. "I don't know. She wasn't wearing it when I met her."
"There seems to be a lot of people losing their clothing lately," Mrs. Turner mused. "My husband just lost his pants. Of course that's a habit of his."
Johnny blinked. "That was your husband?"
Mrs. Turner nodded.
"But he's a human."
"So?"
"I've never heard of a human and a fairy getting married."
"You should read more fairy tales," Timmy muttered.
Mrs. Turner smiled. "I was a human until a couple of days ago."
"How did that happen?"
"That is a long story." She leaned in closer. "Now explain this about you and Juandissimo, why don't you?"
"He's my godfather."
"Okay," Timmy replied. "That was what I had figured."
"No, I mean my actual godfather."
"Oh," Timmy and his mother both said.
Suddenly, Mrs. Turner looked toward the cliff face. "Someone's coming." With that she poofed herself away.
"Just great," Timmy said. "Mom leaves me again."
"At least your Mom's still with you."
Timmy looked at him funny, not getting what he just said. But before he could inquire about it, his father appeared from the woods, trying to get his breath back. "Timmy. You're. Okay."
"Dad, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Mr. Turner said after getting must of his breathe back. "And stop your evils plans with Dinkleburg to take my wife away."