(Note: I don't own any of the character herein. NekoGirl 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 3: The Fairy Flu
Dear Stacy Yagami,
You are corjully invited to my tenth birthday party. Please come and brighten up what might be a dumb party!!
Love and kisses,
Tommy Victorson
xoxoxo
"Oh, rats!" Stacy exclaimed as she read the invitation.
"Really?" said Cosmo's voice beside the Yagami girl. She turned and looked at Cosmo & Wanda; sure enough, they had rat faces. "'The Big Superhero Wish' wasn't that bad!"
He paused for a second as Tom hissed at them. "She said 'rats', right?"
"Yes, she did, Cosmo," replied Wanda, who raised her wand. Instantly, both Cosmo & Wanda became normal again, and Tom stopped hissing.
"No, it's not that," said Stacy. "I thought it was great, too (hopefully the rest of the episodes in Season 4 will be just as good). It's just... look!"
She held up the letter scrawled out by Tommy for Cosmo & Wanda to read. After reading it (which didn't take too long, considering its brevity), they gave their GodDaughter inquisitive looks.
"What's so wrong about Tommy that you don't want to go to this party?" Wanda asked.
"He has the biggest crush on me!" Stacy said, sticking her tongue out in disgust. "Besides, he's also Vicky's little brother!"
Cosmo & Wanda screamed in terror, and Tom yowled in fear.
"I know."
"Are your other friends going, too?" Wanda asked.
"I'll ask. Can I borrow your phone, Wanda?" asked Stacy. And as Stacy dialed in Tootie's cell phone number, she thought back to the time just before the beginning of Fairly OddParents' fourth season, when she told Tootie McBadbat and Lisa Ibrahim - her two best friends - about Cosmo & Wanda, her "Guardian Protectors".
"Hi, I'm Cosmo!" Cosmo had said, floating over the bewildered Tootie and Lisa.
"And I'm Wanda!"
"And we're... Stacy's Guardian Protectors!" The grand display appeared behind them again.
"Uhh... don't you mean 'Fairy GodParents'?" Tootie asked.
Stacy smiled to herself. Tootie was remarkably like Chester in many ways, but like Tootie in other ways. For instance, her unhealthy obsession with Timmy.
"I doubt it," said Lisa for Cosmo & Wanda. "If they really were Stacy's Fairy GodParents, they wouldn't be parading themselves around like this; they would be hiding, pretending to be sketches in her notebook or a pencil and eraser."
"Hey!" Cosmo had interjected indignantly. "We still do that even as Guardian Protectors!"
"Right," Wanda concurred. "Besides, as Guardian Protectors, we can reveal ourselves to some people, but only to people our Protectee shares a mutual trust with."
"Ohh!" said Tootie and Lisa simultaneously.
"Well, in spite of the odds of two fictional characters appearing in real life, I must say it's great to meet you, Cosmo & Wanda...uhh..." Stacy had nearly laughed. None of her friends knew Cosmo & Wanda's last name.
"It's McFae, for the record," said Wanda smiling.
"And what was your maiden name?" asked Lisa.
"Say what?" Tootie had asked, holding a Timmy doll.
"Translate, Wanda," Stacy asked, confused as Tootie was. "That Timmy doll is creepy, by the way, Tootie."
Tootie's eyes widened, looking down at the doll, and she smiled sheepishly as she'd hidden it behind her back and muttered, "Wh-what Timmy doll?"
"Anyway, my maiden name - my name before I got married to Cosmo, nearly 9895 years ago - was Crowndini."
"You're Italian?" Tootie asked.
"Sort of. My father was Italian, or the Guardian Protector equivalent to..." Wanda trailed off, and glanced at Cosmo, who'd been busying himself with a pair of really creepy-looking sock puppets.
"Sorry!" Cosmo said, hiding the sock puppets behind his back.
Wanda rolled her eyes, then looked down at Tootie and Lisa and said, "It was good meeting you two, and make sure you don't tell anyone about us unless Stacy says you can. The Rules we Guardian Protectors follow aren't too different from Da Rules that Cosmo & Wanda in Fairly OddParents follow."
"Okay!" Tootie and Lisa had said.
"Hello?"
"Stacy? What is it?" said Tootie's voice over the phone.
"Yeah, I just got invited to Tommy's birthday party," Stacy said.
"Stinks for you, girl."
"...Lemme guess, you weren't invited?"
"Nope."
"Urgh. I'm gonna call Lisa and ask her if she's been invited."
"She's right here; you want me to put her on?"
"Sure," Stacy nodded, hoping against hope that at least one of her friends were invited to the party; it was as the old saying went: 'Misery loves company.'
"...Hello?" said Lisa on the other end now.
"Just out of curiosity, Lisa," Stacy asked, "are you invited to Tommy's birthday party?"
"No. Actually not," Lisa said. "It's unfortunate, but it seems that you're the only one of the Foppers that's going to Tommy's birthday party."
"Not even Elma or Sanjana are going?" Stacy was desperate. Not that she didn't like Elma or Sanjana, but it was just that she was not quite as close to them as she was Tootie or Lisa.
"Afraid not. Looks like you're going by yourself, assuming you are going."
"I'll have to; Mom and Dad would say it'd be a nice gesture."
"Just like Timmy's parents, right?"
Stacy let herself chuckle a little. "Right."
"Well, talk to you later."
"Yeah. 'Bye," Stacy clicked the End Call button and handed the cell phone back to Wanda.
"So, you're still going, right?" Wanda asked; Cosmo was using his wand as a pacifier.
"I guess I have to," her GodDaughter replied. "Mom and Dad would think it would a nice gesture to go to Tommy's party."
Stacy's parents, at that moment, popped in through Stacy's door. "Stacy, it would be a nice gesture if you went to little Tommy's party."
Stacy groaned as her parents closed the door behind them... then she brightened up considerably.
"Wait a minute!" Stacy smiled broadly. "Cosmo, Wanda! Maybe you two could come along. I'd feel better being at the party if I knew some of my friends were coming."
"We'd love to come, Stacy!" Wanda said. "But we'll have to keep secret, so that--..."
"Ah-choo!" Cosmo sneezed.
Wanda stared at Cosmo concernedly. So did Stacy.
"Mew?" asked Tom.
"Oops. I think I caught... It," Cosmo said.
"And I'm guessing 'It' is the Fairy Flu, causing you to temporarily lose control of your magical powers, huh?" asked Stacy, folding her arms. Why can't things just go smoothly for a change? she thought.
"Umm... no, it isn't! It's the, uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh... LOOK! Sock puppets!" Cosmo pulled out said creepy puppets, waving them wildly.
"So, what do we do?" asked Stacy, ignoring the puppets. "I'm not going unless we find the cure for the Fairy Flu."
Think, Stacy, think! Stacy... well, thought, putting a hand to her head. What cured the Fairy Flu in the pilot episode The Fairy Flu? Was it... UGH! I can't think of anything! ...sigh I better just take them with me; who knows what could happen here if I left them with Mom, Dad, and Tom? I just hope things don't get sour at--... WAIT! That's it!
"Wanda, I need your phone again!" Stacy exclaimed.
"Sure, sweetie," Wanda handed her cell phone over, "Just don't waste all my minutes." Stacy's Fairy GodMother chuckled to herself.
"I'll try not to." Stacy dialed in the Victorson phone number, hoping that it wasn't Vicky who would answer it. "Sauerkraut is the cure to the Fairy Flu, right?"
"In large amounts, of course," said Wanda, as Cosmo sneezed again. Tom's fur stood on end.
Ring...
Ri--
"Y-y-y-yes? Wh-who is it?" It was evidently Vicky's mom; who else would it be? It was an adult woman's voice, and she sounded almost terrified of something.
"Umm, Mrs. Victorson, I was wondering, I'm bringing uhh, German balloons to the party, but I don't have the large amounts of sauerkraut I need to stuff them with. Could you get some for me?"
"O-o-o-of course, d-d-dear," said Mrs. Victorson, before Stacy heard someone screaming in the background, followed by Mrs. Victorson whimpering and hanging up the phone.
"That was weird," said Stacy, hanging up. "Well, she's gonna make the sauerkraut, so we better--... what happened to the outside?! Cosmo, you sneezed us to the moon! Just like in The Fairy Flu!"
"Oops! Sorry!" said Cosmo, rubbing his nose.
"Wanda, I wish this house was back in Dimmsdale."
POOF!
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Stacy walked down the street, holding on to Cosmo & Wanda, who'd transformed themselves into balloons. Their faces were visible as moving illustrations on the surfaces of the balloons. Stacy had feared Cosmo would be sneezing left, right, and center on the way up; however, his Flu seemed to have gone away.
Nevertheless, she didn't call up Mrs. Victorson and ask her to cancel the order of sauerkraut; she could never be too careful.
"Great," Stacy said suddenly.
"What's great?" asked Wanda.
"I'm allergic to sauerkraut. I just remembered. It runs in the family."
"Well, what do we do, then?"
"We'll figure it out when we get... there."
They were there.
Sighing, Stacy pushed the doorbell.
"Ah-choo!"
It wasn't Cosmo; it was Wanda.
"Oh great! Now I have It!"
Gee, I wonder what's changed? Stacy thought sarcastically. "I have a toilet for a head, right?"
"I'm afraid so, Toilly--...I mean, Stacy," said Wanda, raising her wand. Stacy's vision was engulfed in pink smoke as she heard a POOF.
The door finally opened. Typically, it was Tommy.
"Stacy! I knew you'd come!" Tommy said, his wide smile revealing his braces as he flung his arms around Stacy.
"Umm, don't make me put a restraining order on you, Tommy," Stacy snapped. Tommy pulled away instantly.
"So, uhhh, I see you got those German balloons you need the sauerkraut for," Tommy pointed at Cosmo & Wanda, whose faces were frozen to avoid detection. "Mom should be here in about ten, twenty minutes."
"Okay," Stacy said, forcing a smile. I just hope the house lasts those twenty minutes, she thought.
"Come on in," Tommy said, beckoning for Stacy to... well, come in. "We have a clown, though he seems a little put out."
Lemme guess, he's tired of his job as a clown already? Stacy thought.
Sure enough...
"Oh no, Mom, I don't want to go to college," said the clown sarcastically as kids tugged on his floppy shoes. "I want to live my life-long dream and become a clown."
"Hey twerps!" yelled that familiar babysitter, and the kids stopped playing and stared up at Vicky in alarm; the clown just looked apathetic. "Now, I'm only gonna say this once, so make sure you listen to me, or you'll regret it!"
"Ah-choo!" Wanda sneezed, and Vicky turned into a giant frog with red hair.
"Ribbit-ribbit-ribbit-ribbit-ribbit-ribbit-ribbit-ribbit!"
"Ah-choo!" Cosmo sneezed, and Vicky returned to a normal teenager.
"Got it?" she snapped. And after a few moments of silence...
The kids cheered, but Stacy was busting her gut, rolling on the floor as she laughed near hysterically.
"I almost forgot about that!" Stacy choked out, tears falling from her eyes.
"Shhh! Be quiet, Stacy!" Wanda said very quietly. "Vicky's coming."
Stacy stopped laughing - it wasn't easy; she'd never forget that - just as Vicky walked by. Vicky stopped in front of Stacy, glaring at her.
"And why are you lying on the floor, twerp?" she snarled.
"Nothing," said Stacy, getting back up. Vicky furrowed her eyebrows further, then walked off.
"So you got your little girlfriend at your party," Vicky said to Tommy. "Happy now?"
"Very," said Tommy, giving his older sister a cold look.
DING-DONG!
"Answer the door, twerp," Vicky ordered.
"Which one?" Stacy and Tommy said simultaneously, before giving each other awkward looks.
"I don't care. Someone besides me has to answer the door," Vicky sneered, before turning to go upstairs.
"Where are you going?" asked Tommy.
"To get some beauty sleep," his older sister replied, before adding, "Not that I need any!" with a cackle, and disappeared up the stairs.
DING-DONG!
"I'll get it," said Stacy, walking up to the door. "Ummm, can you stop looking at me, please, Tommy?" she said; Tommy was staring at her, smiling dumbly.
Tommy started, his smile faded for a second, then he pulled out a picture of Stacy he'd gotten from who-knows-where, and stared at that, smiling dumbly again.
Sighing, Stacy opened the door.
It was Mr. and Mrs. Victorson, holding a bowl of sauerkraut each.
"Mr. and Mrs. Victorson, you were home quick," Stacy said, smiling in relief.
"The store wasn't crowded today," said Mr. Victorson timidly. Then he looked at Tommy, looking fearful. "Where's your sister? When you see her again, can you tell her she's the kindest, sweetest, and most thoughtful daughter a parent could ask for? Please?"
"Uhh, sure," Tommy said. "She's upstairs, taking a nap."
Mr. and Mrs. Victorson sighed in relief.
"Here's the sauerkraut you wanted, Stacy," said Mrs. Victorson, sounding neurotic as ever.
"Uhh, I can't touch it. I'm very allergic to sauerkraut," Stacy said. "Someone's gonna have to stuff the balloons with them," she held out the pink and green balloons that were Cosmo & Wanda.
"Ooh-ooh! I'll do it, Stacy! Anything for you!" said Tommy, reaching out to take the balloons. Mr. and Mrs. Victorson put the sauerkraut bowls on the table, and went... apparently, somewhere else.
But before Stacy could reach a decision, someone else snatched Cosmo & Wanda from her hands.
"Who has requests?" the clown asked the kids dully.
"I wanna see a poodle!" said one girl.
"I wanna see a smiley face!" said a boy.
"I wanna see Cosmo & Wanda!" said another girl (Cosmo & Wanda smiled secretly at each other).
"Whatever," said the clown, twirling Cosmo & Wanda around each other. "Who wants two boa constrictors dancing?"
"I do!" said Stacy, snatching them back. After hesitating for a moment, she handed them to Tommy, whispering "I'm sorry, guys" to them.
"So I stuff these balloons with sauerkraut?" asked Tommy, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
"Yeah."
"Ah-choo!" Cosmo sneezed.
POOF!
"Hey-hey, kids!" the clown had become that stupid clown from that longest-running cartoon on TV. "Hoo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha! Who wants to see me ride a tiny bike through a loop-de-loop?" The kids slowly began backing away, though the Clown seemed oblivious to this.
"Uhh, did this balloon sneeze?" Tommy asked warily.
"They're German balloons, remember?" Stacy said, motioning for Tommy towards the bowls of sauerkraut. "Just stuff 'em! Stuff like the wind!"
Slowly, Tommy made his way over to the table as Stacy thought, I just hope that's all that happens when they sneeze.
"Ah-choo!" said Wanda, just before Tommy began stuffing her mouth with sauerkraut.
POOF!
A roar came from Vicky's room.
Don't tell me, Stacy thought as Tommy stuffed sauerkraut alternatingly into Cosmo & Wanda's mouths, speeding up after hearing the roar.
Sure enough, a dragon crashed down the stairs, snarling at the top of its lungs. The gleaming pink eyes gave it away.
The kids, Mr. & Mrs. Victorson, and the clown screamed in fear, and ran outside.
"No!" cried Tommy, bolting from the chair he sat in, knocking the bowls of sauerkraut and Cosmo & Wanda to the floor, standing between Stacy and the dragon-Vicky. "I won't let you hurt Stacy!"
"ROAR!" dragon-Vicky roared in Tommy's face.
Tommy laughed nervously, "Eh, heh-heh. Sorry, Stacy," he said quickly, following the crowd outside.
"Uhh, Cosmo? Wanda?" Stacy said, as the dragon-Vicky helped herself to the leftover sauerkraut.
POOF POOF!
"We're cured!" Cosmo & Wanda chorused.
"Hurry!" Stacy yelled as the dragon-Vicky leered at her, baring its teeth. "I wish everything was back to normal!"
Cosmo & Wanda raised their wands quickly.
"ROAR--..."
POOF!
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" snarled Vicky in Stacy's face, unaware she'd changed back. The stench of sauerkraut assaulted Stacy's nose. Vicky looked startled that she was normal again
"Halitosis," she muttered in Vicky's face. Vicky just glared at her.
Outside, she heard cheering. Perplexed, she left Vicky to her confusion, and opened the door.
All the people who were at the party were applauding and yelling and hollering about something.
"Whoa! That was some party!" said Tommy. "You've gotta tell me where you got those balloons!"
"Uhh, these balloons were two-of-a-kind, and they're the only two of their kind," said Stacy.
"Could I borrow them, then?"
"NO! ...Uhh, maybe later, but not now," Stacy said (she felt Cosmo & Wanda smiling at her). "Besides, I think they're all used up."
"Oh," said Tommy sadly. "Well, I guess you're leaving, then?"
Stacy stood there thinking for a few seconds.
"...I guess I could stay," Stacy said slowly.
"Tell me again, why did I stay?" Stacy asked Cosmo & Wanda in her room that night.
"It was because you just wanted to be nice to Tommy," Cosmo said cheerily.
"Why do you ask?" Wanda asked.
"Just wondering if it was really worth it. I mean, I saw the depths to which his crush on me can go. How the heck did he manage to get a lock of my hair and put it on a shrine in his room?!"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know," Wanda said, as herself and Cosmo poofed into their fishbowl.
"Not to mention that Vicky was constantly popping up on me, trying to see if my... 'goldfish'," (She imitated Vicky's spasms for a second), "...had anything to do with what was happening."
"Well, let's just sleep on it," suggested a smiling Wanda.
"Yeah."
"Good night, Stacy!" said Cosmo.
"Good night guys," said Stacy. "I love you."
"We love you, too!" Cosmo & Wanda said, but Stacy, exhausted from the events of the day, was asleep almost instantly.
(NOTE: On Tommy's note, it's meant to say 'cordially', not 'corjully'. That was deliberate, the misspelling; I mean, Tommy is only, what, 10 years old here. It's understandable; only recently did I myself realize 'similar' was not spelled 'similiar'. Oh yeah, and 'halitosis' is a case of extreme bad breath.
Well, what's next in the adventures of our Stacy Yagami? Well, I'm sure it will be another Oh Yeah! episode; I'll need to ask NekoGirl about it.
And may the Schwartz be with you!)