A/N: Another chapter, another dollar. Eh – just read and review! xD

Surviving Vicky…For a Month!

Chapter Six - Sure, Vicky!

Wanda grinned. "All right, Timmy, I agree with you."

Timmy pumped his fist into the air. "Yes!"

"The plan to save Timmy is a go!" cried Cosmo, clad in a General's uniform.

"Shall we review the plan?" asked Wanda in a professional voice.

"Sure!" cried Timmy.

At that moment, the door burst open, and in walked Vicky. She cast a dirty look around the room. "Time for a different chore, twerp. Follow me." At that she turned and headed for the door.

Timmy smiled. "Sure, Vicky!"

Vicky stopped and whipped around. "What did you just say?" she demanded.

"I said, 'Sure Vicky!'" repeated Timmy cheerily as he walked up to Vicky. "Let's go."

Vicky's jaw dropped for a moment before she regained her composure. "To the bathroom."

At that the pair left the room. They walked down the hallway in silence.

Upon entering the bathroom, a foul smell invaded Timmy's nostrils.

Vicky pointed to the toilet. "Clean it."

Timmy turned and forced a grin in Vicky's direction. "Sure, Vicky," he choked out.

Vicky stared at the boy as he walked over to the toilet and picked up the plunger. He flashed his babysitter a grin before plunging it into the toilet.

Vicky walked out of the bathroom and returned to the living room and her T.V. as if she was a zombie.

Timmy continued to work on the toilet until he had finally unplugged it. He then pressed the handle to flush the toilet. Soon enough, it was clean again.

Vicky looked up as Timmy walked into the living room.

"I'm finished," he said cheerily.

Vicky leapt out of her armchair. "That's it!" she screeched. "What's the catch? Why aren't you in incredible pain?"

"Pain?" asked Timmy innocently. He put his hand over his mouth as if in shock. "Whatever would I be in pain for?"

"Every kid hates doing my chores! Why don't you?" she screamed, throwing her arms wide.

Timmy shrugged. "I'm just glad that I can help you out in some way."

Vicky stared at Timmy in silence for a moment before a wicked grin spread across her face. "All right, then, Timmy. I have a special chore for you."

Timmy gulped.

Vicky put her arm around Timmy's shoulders and steered him towards the kitchen.

"I'm glad to be able to help," murmured Timmy nervously.

A/N: Hope you like it so far. There will only be one or two more chapters. Yeah – it's a short story, I know, but now that I'm farther into the story, I realize that I don't really like it all that much. So I'm just going to end it sooner and more gracefully, rather then later and painfully.