Fairly Oddparents copyright Viacom
Chapter 42: Getting Where You Need to Be
Posted: 31 Dec 2007
Sometimes you find secret doors in the darnedest of places. Like behind the shower for instance. Although it was perfectly understandably why no one had thought to look at the ceiling for a way out. The ceiling was ten feet overhead. Timmy would have missed it entirely if he hadn't noticed the funny-looking crack up there.
"That looks promising," he said when he spotted it.
Vicky and Mr. Turner looked up from their fruitless search of the floor. Vicky didn't look very impressed with it. She frowned as she tsk-tsked at Timmy. "I don't see anything. Just a little crack in the ceiling."
Timmy sighed. Why must Vicky be so difficult? Even at her own expense? "It's there all right. You just have to look harder is all."
"Yeah right." Vicky looked but for a second or two before simply giving up.
"Oh well," Timmy said. "We don't need her, do we, Dad?"
"Actually we do."
"What! How can you say that, Dad?"
"Timmy, she's the most dexterous of us three and the most likely to get that trap door overhead open."
"Oh."
Now there was something he hadn't considered. He usually thought of Vicky as a brute, not a precision instrument by any means. Frankly he was skeptical of the whole thing.
But Vicky smiled bashfully, as if Vicky ever got bashful. Which she didn't. "You really think so, Mr. Turner?"
"Of course I do, Vicky. So don't you help us get of here with your mad getting doors open skills?"
"But I don't have- Oh yes, now I see what you mean, Mr. Turner. You two stand back and leave this," she said, popping her knuckles, "to the master." She looked up at the ceiling. She nodded at it every so often. Apparently she actually did know what she was doing.
Then she suddenly laughed sheepishly. "On second thought, could you help me get up there?" Okay maybe she didn't know what she was doing.
Mr. Turner nodded. "But of course, Vicky. Come on, Timmy. Vicky's going to all the help that she could get with this one."
Timmy sighed. Great. Just what he had always wanted to do. Help Vicky. But it seemed that he didn't have much choice in matter though. So he did what he had to do. "All right. I'll do it."
He knew he was going to regret this.
The regret began immediately when he found out that it was his shoulders that Vicky would be standing on. It didn't particularly help when Vicky seemed to enjoy it a little too much. Or that it had been her idea in the first place. According to her standing on Mr. Turner's shoulders alone just didn't give her enough height to reach the ceiling.
Timmy didn't exactly believe her. It was obviously just another way to get back at her for all the things that he had done to her. Even though she had started it.
She began working on the trapdoor.
-OOO-
There seemed to be more corridors than Sally had remembered. Had they simply made more hallways? They were fairies after all. They could do that sort of thing. And they probably did all the time, for all that she knew. Not that it mattered of course. No fairy trick was going to stop them from doing what they need to do to get the boy out of the trouble that he had dug himself into.
Timmy had to be somewhere within this maze. Her fairy godmother had told her that was so. And she was never ever wrong.
At least not yet.
"So Fanny," Juandissimo asked after peaking around a corner, "what do we do now? I haven't seen hair or hide of anyone since we got into this place."
"There wouldn't be," Fanny sighed.
"Pardon?"
"I'm afraid that it's a trap."
"Yet you fell so easily into it too." Sally gasped when she heard the voice. It was the wicked stepmother of Fairyworld. Mama Cosma. "Funny. I would have thought that you would have been a little harder to capture than that." She was approaching them from the other end of the room.
Suddenly a trapdoor in the floor and Vicky stuck her head out. And locked eyes with Sally. "Oh great. Another twerp." She looked at each of the others in turn. "Did I interrupt anything?"
"Not really," Fanny replied off-handily. "You haven't interrupted anything at all."
"That is most correct," Mama Cosma agreed. "Your unwarranted intrusion would hardly sway me from my task."
Vicky was pulling herself out of the hole. "Isn't that super? I found myself a couple of fairies arguing with each other." She laid down on edge of the hole and reached into it. "Don't mind me. We're just passing through." Before Sally's astonished eyes, Sally watched Vicky pull Timmy out of the hole.
"Timmy, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for a way out of here, that's what."
"This isn't it," Mama Cosma told him.
"Darnit."
"In case you're wondering, Timmy, where your mother is, I know where she is."
"Oh?" Timmy seemed really interested in hearing the answer.
But instead of answering, Mama Cosma clicked her fingers.
And the room began to fill with Fairy Squad soldiers.
"Oh snap," Timmy's dad after poking his head out of the hole in the floor, being pulled up out of it by both Vicky and Timmy.
"Mr. Turner? What are you doing in there? Is there anyone else down in there?"
He shook his head. "Nope. I'm the last one."
"Darn. I was hoping that there was somebody who can help us down there who can help us."
"Hey," Vicky complained. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Before Sally could answer, even if she wanted to, a air conditioning vent was kicked out of the ceiling, and Johnny fell into the room. After getting up from his not-so-soft landing, he looked around at his surroundings. And at all the fairies that were now in the room. "That's funny."
"That' s what I had said," Vicky said.
Momma Cosma nodded, evidently pleased with what had just occurred. Apparently everything had gone according to her plans. Whatever they might prove out to be. "Ah, now that everyone is here," she told them, "the real game can begin."