Lavendarpaw, it was Vicky who told Mr. Turner that Timmy was plotting with Dinkleberg, and Mr. Turner who was naïve enough to believe him, all the way in chapter Eleven.
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Chapter 19: Campside Talk
Written: 16 May 2005-22 May 2005
Posted: 22 May 2005
Vicky glowered at him, apparently waiting for an answer. He swallowed before answering. "Would you believe looking for my Mom?"
"Actually, yes," Vicky replied, surprising Timmy. "But that's beside the point. You haven't done anything unusual, have you?" she asked in a tone that meant that she thought that he had.
But Timmy couldn't let her find out the truth. At least not until he was grown up, and his fairies had to go away forever anyway. "Nothing untoward happened, Vicky. Aside from my Mom being missing, I mean."
"Why is that?" Vicky eyeballed Timmy.
He felt a bit confused. "Why what?"
"Why is your mother missing?"
"Actually, I had already found her."
"Then why did she disappear like that?"
Timmy sighed. "I don't know," he said truthfully. "She didn't say." Though I don't even she knows.
"You know something." Vicky's face got even closer. "Don't you?"
"No. I don't know anything." Boy there's four words in a row I'd thought I would never hear me say.
"I know something, twerp. Stuff has been happening to me around me when I'm near you. Care to explain?"
"No, not really."
Vicky growled at him. He swallowed. He hoped there was a way out of this.
"There you are, Timmy," he heard his mother say. "I've been looking for you everywhere. Your father wants to see you."
"He wants to kill me for taking you away. Even though I didn't do it."
"I know that you didn't take me away," Mrs. Turner said earnestly.
Timmy blushed. "Oh right."
"Mrs. Turner," Vicky said cheerfully. "What are you doing here?"
"Ah, Vicky. I'm glad I've found you. I've been meaning to talk with you."
"About what, Mrs. Turner?"
"About how you've been treating our son, Vicky."
OOO-
Actually, Wanda had found the water dripping on one's head wasn't as tortures as advertised. It seemed to have some kind of calming effect on her. She had slept through most of the "ordeal" in fact.
Until she was splashed by something very cold, that was, and she woke up coughing and spluttering. "I'm in the middle of torturing you," Jorgen bellowed. "You're aren't supposed to be falling asleep."
"Maybe you aren't doing it right," Wanda countered.
"Don't be silly, woman. I'm Jorgen von Strangle. I know exactly what I am doing."
Wanda snorted. "I already told you that I had no idea how it happened."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"You tell me."
"But I don't know anything," Wanda explained.
"Ha! I thought you were the smart one. The one with all the answers to all our questions, even though we never ask any."
Wanda shrugged. "Not that it makes any difference. In twenty minutes, it will no longer matter."
Jorgen checked his watch. "Twenty minutes? What happens in twenty minutes?"
"Oh my family is going to bust me out of here."
Jorgen laughed deeply. "They don't even know where you are."
Wanda smiled knowingly. This was one surprise that she wasn't about to ruin.
OOO-
Lucas and Fanny had led the two Fairy Squad agents to the sinkhole at the top of the ridge. "You don't think this has a slight resemblance to volcano, do you, Mom?" Lucas wondered.
"Don't be ridiculous, Lucas," she replied. "Now be a dear and lower your mother into the lion's den."
"How can you be so sure that this is their secret liar, Mom?"
"Oh a mother knows these things, my son."
Lucas looked over the edge at the distant bottom of the sinkhole, but didn't argue. Instead he poofed up a rope and tied one end of it to a rocky outcrop near the rim of the sinkhole and dropped the other end down into the pit.
Fanny shook her head bemusedly. "Honey, if you can poof yourself a rope, then surely you could fly yourself down."
"Yes, but they would surely be expecting that, Mom."
Fanny conceded the point and joined her son in rappelling down into the sinkhole. Though what difference it would make, she didn't argue with her son. As he descended into the unknown depths below, Lucas prayed that her mother knew what she was getting them into.
He also wondered if the Fairy Squad agents would follow them into the underworld.
OOO-
"When did you find your shirt, Vicky?" Johnny asked.
"Never mind that," Vicky snapped.
She had been testier since Mrs. Turner had confronted her about her recent activities. Not that Timmy blamed her. He could get a bit miffed after he'd been chastised too.
They reached the campsite where Mr. Turner sat waiting. "What was that all about?" Then he spotted his wife. He stood up. "Honey, I thought you were lost to me."
"Now why would you think that?" Mrs. Turner asked with an edge in voice, glancing at Vicky.
"Vicky said that Timmy was conspiring with Dingleberg to take you away," Mr. Turner said.
"Now why on Earth would Timmy do that for?"
"How should I know?" Mr. Turner countered. "When our son misbehaves, we don't stop to ask why."
"Perhaps we should," Mrs. Turner said. "Maybe we're bad parents."
"Us bad parents? Not possible!" But after seeing the look on his wife's face, he relented. "Okay, honey. Your theory just might have some truth to it."
Mrs. Turner nodded.
"So I'm not in the dog house?" Timmy asked eagerly.
"Only if you didn't conspire with Dinkleberg against me," Mr. Turner said suspiciously.
"Of course I didn't," Timmy replied. "Right, Vicky?"
Everyone turned to look at her. She seemed to be uncomfortable from the attention. "It was the only way to get him to follow me," she shrugged.
"No," Mrs. Turner said, "you could have said that you had seen running away from school."
Mr. Turner crossed his brow at Vicky. "That's right, young lady. You could have told us the truth and we have believed you."
"Oh right." Timmy knew that Vicky couldn't possibly had seen him run away from school. He had left with someone who had looked like his mother. And she should had been in school.
Vicky sighed. "The truth is I felt a disturbance. So I knew something was up with Timmy and I had to go investigate."
"Why did have to do, Vicky?" Mrs. Turner asked.
"I don't really trust your son, Mrs. Turner," Vicky said. "Not really."
Mr. Turner frowned. "Why not?"
Instead Vicky looked downstream. "There is a cave over there. I think that is where you answers are."
"Okay," Mr. Turner said, "but I'm not going anywhere without my pants."
Timmy nodded and Mrs. Turner nodded back. Mr. Turner's pants reappeared on him in a flash. "Okay, let's go." He got up.
As Mrs. Turner stood up, she asked, "What makes you think our answers are in the cave, Vicky?"
"I wish I knew, Mrs. Turner," Vicky said with regret, "but I don't."
"There's still the matter of your treatment of our son to be discussed," Mrs. Turner said sternly. "Just how far is this cave?"
"Nor far, Mrs. Turner. In fact, you can't miss it."
Mr. Turner frowned slightly. "Well, I guess I deliver you a stern-talking-to fast-track while we head out."
"Do you have to?"
Mr. And Mrs. Turner exchanged glances before answering. "Yes!"