(Note: I don't own any of the character herein. Cartoonwatchergirl owns the original characters, and Butch Hartman owns the Fairly OddParents characters.)
Over Spring Hill
based on an idea by FOPWishMaker01
written by Amras Felagund
Chapter 1: The Fairly OddParents
And so it was that over the next year or so, Stacy's parents would on almost every night leave to rub elbows with other adults, spend the night at some fancy restaurant, or go on some so-called "business trip" for a few days (although they worked in completely different fields). And every time they did this, they would leave their daughter in the care of the most horrid babysitter on the planet, Vicky. And Stacy's pleas to be left alone by Vicky fell on deaf ears, as her parents still believed Vicky to be innocent and kind, and just coincidentally named the same as Vicky from The Fairly OddParents.
Because of this, Stacy was miserable, and truly in need of help.
And it all came to a head on her ninth birthday.
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"Stacy, can you come downstairs for a minute? We have a surprise for you!" called Stacy's mom up the steps to the young girl's bedroom. Wearily the young girl walked down the steps to the living room.
"You guys are going somewhere stupid and leaving me with Vicky again?" Stacy said dully.
"Not yet, we aren't!" her dad said.
"We just wanted to apologize for not spending your birthday with you last year," her mom said, her arms behind her back. She brought her arms to her front, revealing a present as she said, "Happy ninth birthday, Stacy!"
Stacy took the present from her mom, looking at miniscule holes punched in the sides and top quizzically. When the box gave a jolt, she jumped slightly. Slowly, gingerly, she pulled off the ribbon, and the box fell open.
Inside was a small grey kitten, and it wasn't just any small grey kitten.
"Is that Tom the kitten from the Tom & Jerry Kids show!" Stacy asked, ecstatic.
"Of course it is, Stacy!" her mom said. "We're distantly related to someone who knew the person who owned this kitten - even though he's clearly only four months old and the show was made fifteen years ago - and we decided to give it to you to make up for not spending your last birthday with you."
"And you know we could never make up a lie like that!" her dad added, as her mom inexplicably elbowed him in the gut.
"Thanks, Mom and Dad!" Stacy said, hugging her pet kitten gently. She turned the kitten around and they made eye contact. "Hi, Tom. My name is Stacy Yagami, and I'm gonna be your new best friend." Tom mewed softly at her, a friendly light in his eyes.
"This is the best birthday gift ever, Mom and Dad. I love you guys," she said, smiling at her parents.
"We love you, too, Stacy!" Stacy's parents said.
Stacy heard Tom mewing pitifully and looked down at him. He looked slightly downcast.
"Looks like someone's hungry," Stacy's dad said. Tom perked up at that remark.
"Don't worry, Stacy. We bought some cat food too. It's in the kitchen," her mom added.
Wasting no time, and wanting to get the hang of taking care of her new pet kitten, Stacy carried Tom into the kitchen where, sure enough, there was a cat food bowl filled with the sustenance Tom would need at least three times a day.
Tom's face lit up, and Stacy let him run over to the food bowl, where he began chowing down on his first meal in the Yagami household. Stacy could almost see the contentment on the kitten's face.
Then she heard her parents talking in the other room, with a third person whose voice she didn't recognize, though she heard the word 'babysit'.
Please don't let it be her, Stacy thought. Sensing his owner's suddenly sour mood, Tom looked at Stacy worriedly. Stacy picked him up and carried him and his food bowl into the living room where sure enough, Vicky stood talking to her parents.
"No problem, Mr. Yagami," said Vicky. "It's not like I'm a sadistic, bordering on psychotic teenager bent on causing kids pain like Vicky the evil babysitter in the Fairly OddParents cartoon. Me and Stacy are best pals!" Wasting no time, Vicky reached down and clamped Stacy and Tom to her body in a crushing embrace. "Right?"
"Need... oxygen..." Stacy strained out.
"Meow..."
"We'll be seeing a movie then, Stacy!" said Stacy's mom as she walked out the door with her husband. "We love you! And make sure Vicky does the dishes!"
"Have fun, Mr. and Mrs. Yagami! Bye!" said Vicky, watching with a fake grin on her face as the Yagamis' car drove off down the street.
The instant the car left sight, her expression turned dark, and she closed the door.
"Now--..." Vicky said, glaring at Stacy and Tom, who raised his hackles and hissed at Vicky. She hissed back, a snake's tongue lashing out at Tom, who yowled in fright and bounded away up the stairs.
"Look, twerp, I may be just like Icky with a V from that stupid cartoon you like, but frankly, I don't give a darn. The world's a screwed-up place, and the sooner you realize this, the sooner I'll lay off on you."
By this point, Stacy had a snappy retort to Vicky's quip, but kept quiet; being babysat by Vicky for a year, she quickly realized that Vicky could get really angry if insulted. And she had the scars to prove it.
Vicky continued: "So, three things: you and your stupid little tomcat stay out of my way tonight, do the dishes, then go to bed early."
"But Mom told you to do 'em!" Stacy said without thinking.
"Oh yeah," said Vicky, her hand on her chin, the other behind her back. "Well, you wouldn't want them to find this report card, would ya?" She pulled a report card with all F's from behind her back.
"That's not mine! I never got all F's! Mom and Dad won't believe that!"
"Ohh, I wouldn't say that," Vicky said, picking up the telephone. "It works great at my house. Just ask my little brother." She dialed a number into it, and after a few rings, someone on the other end picked up, and Stacy heard a boy her age screaming over the line.
"Okay okay! I'll do it!" Stacy said frantically, waving her arms around.
"Is that Stacy?" said the boy's voice, no longer screaming, from the phone. He sounded lovestruck. "If it is, I'm sorry for screaming and probably hurting your beautiful ears--..."
"Be quiet, Tommy! No one likes you!" snarled Vicky, before slamming the phone onto the receiver. Then she cast a dark look at Stacy. "Well?"
Stacy made for the kitchen.
"That's better, and as your reward, I'll order pizza for us," Vicky said, sitting down at the couch and picking up the TV remote.
"Alright," said Stacy resignedly. "But no anchovies..."
Stacy used to love anchovies - everytime her parents ordered pizza when she was little she'd asked for anchovies on her half - but every since that bad fishing accident when she was seven, she had been terrified of anchovies.
"Come on, Stacy!" her dad had said obliviously. "How big could one anchovy possibly be?"
Stacy, meanwhile, was screaming for help, trying to pry off the oversized anchovy, which already had its jaws firmly clamped over her head.
Shuddering at the memory, Stacy walked wearily into the kitchen.
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Two hours later, Stacy crawled back out of the kitchen. Vicky had her feet kicked up on the table, and she seemed to be eating something. Noticing the pizza box on the table, Stacy reached up and pulled her small frame up with the help of the table. Looking into the pizza box...
"Hey, where's the pizza?" she asked.
"Don't panic, squirt," Vicky said maliciously. "I saved you a piece." She held out the last slice, which was covered in...
"ANCHOVIES!" Stacy screamed. "IT BURNS!"
"Relax. We don't want you missing your bedtime."
"But I'm not tired!"
"Then, we can watch your favorite show," Vicky said, her eyes lighting up. "The World of Women's Make-Up! It's on the Vanity Channel!"
"That's your favorite show. I hate make-up! My favorite is Top Cat (even though they went off the air)."
"So it is..." And as Vicky let out an evil laugh, Stacy felt it would be better for her to do as Vicky said and head up to her bedroom.
"Very funny..." she muttered as she slammed her door shut. Tom sat perched on her bed, giving her an inquisitive look.
"Vicky's evil," she explained to the kitten. "It's a shame that magic isn't real, or I'd teach her a lesson like Timmy did..."
Then she noticed something on her tabletop. It looked like a magic eight ball, but was yellow and had a '9' instead.
"Weird," she said. "I knew they sold toys of the Fairly OddParents, but not a Magic 9-Ball. Oh well, might as well see what it says." She picked it up.
"O Magic 9-Ball," she asked, the '9' of the Magic 9-ball facing her. "When will my parents get back from the movies?" Turning it over, Stacy saw just the answer she didn't want to see.
"Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King: Extended Edition?" she exclaimed. "They'll be there all night!"
"Meow?" Tom meowed.
After turning it around a few times, and even shaking it, it quickly became apparent to Stacy that it would not change its answer.
"This stupid thing doesn't even work!" In a fit of anger and misery at being left at the misery of an evil and previously-thought-to-be-fictitious babysitter by her own parents, Stacy threw the Magic 9-Ball at the wall.
Then something happened that Stacy thought was a sign that she had finally cracked. The Magic 9-Ball split sown the middle, and a soft-pink mist swirled out of it, coalescing into a ball in the middle of the room. A bright flash emanated from the orb, and Stacy was forced to cover her eyes. Then as the light faded, but before she uncovered her eyes, she heard the impossible.
"Hey, Stacy!"
She uncovered her eyes, and there they were, in all their 'wands and wings, floaty crowny things' glory.
"I'm Cosmo!"
"And I'm Wanda!"
"And we're..."
They floated back, just as they did in the original pilot, and a stage with spotlights and the sign 'Fairy GodParents' appeared in a puff of pink smoke beneath them. Tom stared up at them inquisitively.
"...your Fairy GodParents!"
Then Wanda floated up to Stacy, whose mouth was agape.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Wanda.
Slowly, tentatively, as though afraid they would vanish if she touched them, Stacy reached out with her right hand and poked at Wanda's foot with forefinger and thumb. In spite of herself, Wanda giggled slightly.
"Hey! Hands off the wife!" Cosmo said angrily, pulling Wanda away.
"Then I'd say that I can't believe you guys aren't just TV characters!" Stacy said, barely containing her excitement. Tom mewed softly at them.
"TV?" asked Cosmo & Wanda, and Stacy bounded over to the TV that she, Tootie, and Lisa would often watch Crash Nebula on, and turned it on. On thr TV was the ending scene of Channel Chasers.
"Well, th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th, th-th, th-th-th--..."
"Cosmo, what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing. It's just really cold in here!"
"Ahh! We're on TV? And we just got the job?" Cosmo asked, frightened, before smiling. "Wow, that was quick!"
But Wanda just laughed.
"Oh, Cosmo, don't you get it? This is why so many kids have been having Fairy GodParents for over a year. This show must have told them not to..." Wanda trailed off, then gave Stacy an interested look. "Who made this show?"
"Butch Hartman?" Stacy said, an eyebrow raised inquisitively.
Cosmo & Wanda gave each other a knowing look.
"Do you think he remembers us?" Cosmo asked.
Before Wanda could answer, there came a banging at the door, and in a puff of pink smoke a fishbowl appeared on Stacy's tabletop, and Cosmo & Wanda poofed into the fishbowl as goldfish just as Vicky knocked the door open.
"What's going on in here, twerp?" she asked.
"Nothing," Stacy said quickly. Too quickly.
Vicky cast a dark look at the goldfish that were really Cosmo & Wanda in the fishbowl.
"So, you think that a pair of disease-ridden goldfish can scare me, just because I'm just like Vicky from that stupid show, Oh My GodParents, or whatever it's called," Vicky hissed. "Well, I know for a fact that magic isn't real, so your little trick didn't work." Vicky gave Tom a hateful look. "You can eat them whenever you feel hungry, dumb animal."
Tom hissed at Vicky again as she stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Cosmo & Wanda poofed above Stacy.
"Sweet girl."
"I love her fangs."
"Wow, that sounded weird in Cosmo's normal voice," Stacy said out loud.
"Hmm?" Cosmo & Wanda looked confused.
"I'll explain later," Stacy said, "But for now, it's time for a little trip to the corner of Pay and Back!"
"Ooohh, we just love clients with creative imaginations!" Cosmo exclaimed, and Wanda smiled at him. Stacy heard the bath tub running just down the hall.
What a coincidence, Stacy thought. "Then I wish for one thing: gelatin."
Smiling, Wanda raised her wand. There was a POP from the bathroom, followed quickly by a shriek of shock from Vicky.
"You always were great with dessert," Cosmo joked, and Stacy's new GodParents laughed almost hysterically at his pun.
"I wish Vicky was covered in whipped cream!" Stacy said, too excited by the prospect of magical vengeance on Vicky to contain herself.
There was a splat from the bathroom, and Stacy took off to see what was happening. This was going to be good.
Stacy entered the bathroom, and went hysterical at the sight. Vicky's body was encased almost entirely in gelatin, while whipped cream smothered her face, causing her to stumble blindly about the room. "I wish she was a giant choco--...!" Then Stacy remembered what happened to Vicky when Timmy wished she was a 'chocolate shake'. "I mean, I wish she was a fly!"
Looking slightly confused by their goddaughter's sudden shift from one wish to another, Cosmo & Wanda raised their wands regardless, and Vicky vanished. Out of the tub-shaped blob of gelatin and whipped cream floated a small fly, looking utterly bewildered.
Tom seemed very interested in the fly, which suddenly looked utterly panicked and took off like a shot down the stairs.
"Anything else, Stacy?" Wanda asked.
"Here's a wish list I wrote, just like the one Timmy wrote in the first episode," Stacy said. Cosmo & Wanda looked it over, 'ooh'-ing interestedly occasionally.
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Vicky suddenly felt her six legs changing into two, her wings becoming two arms, and her feet hitting the ground running. Not caring about what just happened, she took off towards the door, intent on calling Mr. and Mrs. Yagami as soon as she got home, telling them that she would never babysit for them again.
Suddenly, a large mass landed on her. Looking up, Vicky saw, to her dismay, a large baby with swirly pink hair and a rattle. "Goo goo," it said.
"That's the first time the baby ever sat on the sitter," said a small green-haired man with fake glasses and a fake nose as he floated up to her.
"What was in the pizza I ate?" Vicky screamed/asked no one in particular.
"Sorry... the secret word was 'pie'," said the small man, hitting her in the face with one.
Wasting no time, not even wiping the minced fruit from her face, Vicky scrambled out from under the giant baby and ran down the hall towards the front door. Suddenly the floor felt sticky. Wiping the pie filling off with her shirt, Vicky was dismayed to find herself in a large pink... something. Turning around and running down the other way, and wondering where all this came from, Vicky ran towards a large circular hole in the wall, lined with large white things. Jumping out, Vicky suddenly felt very wet. Turning around, Vicky was horrified to see a large green whale.
"I'm sorry. Does my breath stink?" it asked. Scared out of her wits, Vicky swam as fast as she could away from the large sea creature.
Suddenly, Vicky found herself floating in space. Looking around, Vicky saw two bowtie-shaped starfighters, one green and the other pink, flying at her and firing yellow laser blasts so close she could smell the ozone. They seemed to be missing, even though they seemed to be flying directly at her.
Not taking any chances, Vicky ran through the inky void, jumping into a crater on a nearby planet. She sighed with relief as she heard the TIEs' howls fade away as they flew elsewhere in their search.
Climbing out, Vicky found herself a human cannonball, as the sign near the cannon indicated.
Screaming as she flew through the air, and her mind reeling with a thousand thoughts as to how this came about, Vicky felt herself landing on steel rails. Groaning in mild frustration, she tried to get up, only to find she was bound with ropes that weren't there a second ago. Stacy stood over her, a sadistic grin Vicky recognized as her own on the girl's face.
"So, any last words, Vicky?" said Stacy, and Vicky could swear she heard a train down the tracks going 'whoo-whoo-baby-whoo-whoo' noises. Clenching her eyes shut, Vicky prepared for the inevitable.
"Alright! Alright! I'm sorry! Just let me out! Please! I'll do anything! Anything!"
"And that's all I wanted to hear!" Stacy said. "I wish Vicky thought all of this was a dream!"
"Huh?"
There was a poof of pink smoke, and Vicky's world faded to darkness.
"Are you sure about this, Stacy?" Wanda asked warily.
"Sure, I'm sure," Stacy said, holding Tom in her arms. "Isn't that a Rule: 'If Fairy GodParents are discovered but not believed to be Fairies, then the Fairies in question can stay with their GodChild'?"
Skeptically, Wanda poofed up Da Rules book and turned to a specific page. Reading it for a split second, her jaw dropped, then she smiled. "Word for word, sweetie. Looks like you know Da Rules better than we do."
"And that's saying something!" Cosmo said, "Wanda's smarter than that guy in a wheelchair who says 2 and 2 is 5!"
"Shh!" Stacy said, smiling mischievously. "We don't wanna wake the babysitter."
"You got it!" Cosmo said loudly. But not too loudly.
"Knock-knock!" said her dad's voice at the door. Tom started, and stared at the door cautiously. Not flinching from Stacy's side, Cosmo & Wanda smiled at their goddaughter's knack at finding loopholes as she opened the door.
"We're back, Stacy! How was your..." Stacy's dad said, before noticing Cosmo & Wanda. He screamed like a girl. "Thieves!"
"No, they're not thieves, Dad," Stacy said, stepping between her parents and her GodParents. "These are my new Guardian Protectors."
"Guardian Protectors?" Stacy's mom asked.
"Meow?"
"They showed up just after Vicky fell asleep," Stacy explained, discreetly winking at Cosmo & Wanda. "They're here to look after me whenever you two go out, grant my wishes - as long as I follow the rules - and be my friend. And babysitter. Right?"
"Right!" Cosmo & Wanda said.
"Meow!" Tom agreed.
"I'm Cosmo!"
"And I'm Wanda!"
"And we're...!"
A stage with lights and the slogan 'Guardian Protectors' appeared beneath them.
"Her Guardian Protectors!"
"Sweet!" Stacy's dad said. "Now we have two new friends - who look, sound, and act uncannily like two cartoon characters who couldn't possibly be real - to socialize with when we drag Stacy out to those boring operas and fancy restaurants!"
And Vicky made a brief distraction then by stirring in her deep sleep.
"Anything! Anything!" she was saying. Cosmo & Wanda suddenly poofed up a fishbowl and appeared in it as goldfish.
"Vicky?" Stacy's dad said, nudging her. Vicky looked up at him. "You know, eating so much pizza can give you nightmares. I remember that one time--..."
"Ahem. Honey?" Stacy's mom said.
"Oh, that's right!" Stacy's dad turned to Vicky again, smiling from ear to ear. "By the way, Vicky, you're fired!"
"WHAT?"
"Yep! You don't have to babysit for us anymore!"
Stacy's mom agreed, "We think Stacy's old enough to stay home on her own now."
"But you need me!" Vicky protested. "Who will look after her when you two go out on business trips and dinner and stuff?"
"Eeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Stacy's dad cast his eyes about the room. Then his eyes settled on the fishbowl which held Cosmo & Wanda. "Her goldfish!"
Vicky's head snapped in their direction. Seeing the goldfish smiling innocently at her, her face paled and her pupils contracted.
"GOLDFISH!" she shrieked, before running out of the house, screaming like a maniac.
"What was that all about?" Stacy's dad asked.
"She must not like fish," Stacy said, winking at Cosmo in the fishbowl. His turn as a whale was hilarious.
"So, how long are you two staying here?" Stacy's mom asked Cosmo & Wanda.
"Oh, we'll be here as long as Stacy needs us," Wanda the goldfish explained.
"Yeah, as long as Mr. Crocker keeps pestering me about Fairies - which is completely crazy, by the way," Stacy said, "Not to mention Francis--..."
"That scary gray child at school?" Stacy's mom asked.
"Yeah. As long as they don't lay off my case, Cosmo & Wanda will be here to guard and protect me."
"Well, I say, let them have their fun, Stacy!" Stacy's dad said, smiling. "That way, we can spend more time with your new Guardian Protectors!"
Stacy smiled, picking up Tom. This would be great.
Vicky stomped into her room, past Tommy who sat at the TV watching Channel Chasers, into her bedroom. She sat seething at what had happened.
"Stupid Stacy..." she hissed. "I know she's hiding something, and no one's gonna stop me from finding out..." Vicky spasmed violently. "GOLDFISH!"
(Note: So there's at least one or two big deviations from Fairly OddParents in Over Spring Hill so far, apart from the protagonist being a girl, and FOP being a fictional show. These deviations were all part of cartoonwatchergirl's original idea; I'm merely a co-author, and - if I may assume the title - a co-owner of the characters, such as Stacy Yagami.
Also, what Vicky called FOP (Oh My GodParents) was Butch Hartman's original choice for the title of FOP, before he settled on The Fairly OddParents. Betcha didn't know that!
May the Force be with you!)