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Chapter 43: Timmy's Decision
Posted: 20 Oct 2008
Everything had suddenly grown silent in the large chamber. For several moments, no one moved.
But then Timmy broke the silence.
"A game?" he asked rather naively. He really didn't have a clue what was happening at all. "What game? I didn't think that you liked games, Momma Cosma!"
She narrowed her eyes. "What could possibly have given you such a preposterous idea like that!" Her tone left Timmy still a little confused about whether she liked games or not. "I just absolutely adore them. Don't I, my little dove?" she called back behind her.
Several seconds passed before it became clear that no one was coming was even answering her question. Timmy, despite no change in Momma Cosma's expression, got the impression that she was starting to lose her patience. "Cosmo, would you be a dear and get out here?"
Still no answer.
Momma Cosma laughed nervously. "Would you excuse me for a second?"
"Sure," Wanda said.
Nobody else raised any objections either, so Momma Cosma rushed off into the backroom, no doubt to fetch Cosmo.
Once Momma Cosma was gone Timmy's friends helped Vicky and Timmy's dad into the room. "So now what?" Vicky asked. "We're still not exactly alone here," she added, indicating the Fairy Squad fairies that still surrounded them, who didn't look any less mean than before.
"I'm sure that we'll think of something," Fanny assured her.
Momma Cosma soon returned with her son in tow. "Ah, yes. Now we can begin."
"Begin?" Timmy wondered. "Begin what?"
Momma Cosma grinned. "You shall see. You shall see." She kissed her son on the forehead. "Won't we, Cosmo?"
Timmy shivered. He never did like the displays of the affection that Momma Cosma gave her son. They gave him the creeps. Of course Momma Cosma gave him the creeps, but that was neither here nor there…. "Yeah yeah. Can we just get on with this?"
She sighed. "Oh very well." She pressed a button on a remote that she gotten from somewhere and…
Nothing seemed to happened.
"Okay," Timmy demanded. "What was that all about?"
"You like to have the answers to your questions no matter how much you don't need to know, don't you, boy?"
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
But no answer was forthcoming. Instead she said, "I'll show you what you have been dying to see for years."
"Oh yeah," Wanda demanded. "What would that be?"
Momma Cosma smiled. Timmy didn't like that smile. It reminded him of sharks about to feed. "In a minute. It has to be dragged first. It is rather large."
"What is it!"
"You'll see."
Timmy hated it when people tell him things like that. "Is this going to take long?"
"No. Of course not. Why would you even ask such a question?"
"Well…."
"I never talk on and on and on. That is Wanda's problem. Not mine." Wanda rolled her eyes and muttered something about the pot calling the kettle black. "Now let us get down to business." Momma Cosma began to laugh evilly. "Now, what are to do with you, Timmy Turner?"
Timmy ran the other way.
And Wanda ran after him.
"STOP THEM!!" Momma Cosma screamed.
-OOO-
On the other side of the hospital, Howard and his little friend were huddling over a map of the complex. He thought that his name was Jimmy but wasn't entirely sure about that. He had only heard the one time and he hadn't been paying very much attention at the time. Well whatever his name was, the boy had yet to come up with one good idea. "There's ain't no way that I'm shimmying up that sewer pipe, boy. And there's no way that you're passing off yourself as a high class dame."
"Yeah, but-"
"Just leave it to me, boy. I'll come up with something."
Jimmy simply shrugged. "You might as well. I can't seem to come up with anything." He seemed sullen for some reason.
"What's wrong, kid. You seem a little down."
"It's my sister. Do you think…. Do you think that she will miss me?"
Howard patted him on the back. "Jimmy, if she's anything like my sister, she won't miss you a bit."
"Thanks. I think."
"Don't mention it."
"I won't."
They spent the next thirty minutes trying to think of a plan, without much of any success. It made him aware how old and decrepit, and senile, he had already became. It was strangely comforting in a way.
But what was Jimmy's excuse?
Finally, though, Jimmy spoke up. "I've got it!"
"Well, Jimmy, don't leave an old man in suspense. What is it?"
"It's Johnny, sir."
"Whatever. The point is, kid, people really can't be trusted."
"But what about you, sir?"
"Especially not me," Howard warned. He had enough to worry about without adding this kid's problems to the pile. He would probably be more depressed. And be even more of a pain.
"Okay, kid. What do you have?"
-OOO-
Momma Cosma didn't look too happy just then.
"What's wrong, Momma?" Cosmo wondered. It was hardly the first time that he had ever seen his mother like this. Whenever she had been like this before, it had usually meant bad news.
His mother sighed and looked away. "It's nothing, dear. Don't worry about it."
"It doesn't seem like nothing, Momma." He paused. "What's going on, Momma?"
"Nothing that you should worried about, sweetie." She kissed him on the forehead. "Mommy will have it solved not too shortly from now."
"Okay, Momma. I trust you."
-OOO-
A propane tank sat in the middle of the courtyard.
When Timmy spotted it, an idea started to form in his head. "Wanda, what it would take to blow up that propane tank over there?"
Timmy hadn't had any goal when he had ran from Momma Cosma. But seeing the propane tank, maybe his run had somehow been guided by a higher power.
The look on Wanda's face just then wasn't exactly very promising. "You can't that blow up, Timmy! That's the tank they used to heat this whole hospital up in the winter. It will be very expensive to replace."
"But don't you use your magic to do that sort of thing?"
"It would take a lot of fairy magic to replace that much propane."
"Just how much propane are we talking about here?"
After Wanda told him, (It was an unbelievable amount.) he whistled. "I didn't think that you could keep all that propane in some place like that."
Wanda shrugged. "All it takes is a little pressure." She studied him closely. "Why? You aren't going to try something stupid, are you?"
Timmy pretended to be shocked. "Who me?"
Wanda didn't seem to have fallen for it. She just looked him in the eye, clearly looking for an explanation. "You usually do."
He shrugged. "Being smart didn't work. Maybe being stupid will."
Wanda sighed. "Okay, Timmy, what do you have planned?
After Timmy told her, she shook her head. "No, no. That won't work at all."
"But, Wanda. What choice do we have?"
Wanda sighed again. "I guess that you're right, Timmy." She looked up. "Now what do you want to do with the propane tank?"
"Exploding all that propane is bound to cause quite a distraction, right?" Wanda nodded. "Can your magic do the trick?"
Wanda waved her wand to see. Then she shook her head. "No, the anti-magic field is still up."
"Darn it!" He sighed. "I guess we will have to do this the old fashioned way."
"I wouldn't recommend it, Timmy," Wanda warned.
"Come on, Wanda. What choice do we have?"
Before anyone could do anything, the tank exploded and everything went dark.
It was funny how some things work out like that.