CHAPTER TEN

DEVELOPMENTS

Mr. Crocker came into the class room. He noticed Timmy Turner's desk was empty. He smiled evilly and said,

"Well, Turner's not here the class' collective IQ just shot up 100 points. Ha, ha hee, hee !"

Chester, A.J. and Trixie just rolled up their eyes. These jokes about how "stupid" Timmy was were really getting old.

"Where IS Turner?," said Mr. Crocker, "he better have a good reason for missing class."

"He had a follow up doctor's appointment," said Chester, "didn't he give you the note yesterday."

"Oh, yes," said Crocker, "I have it right here. Hmm. He forgot to put a period at the end of a sentence. He gets an F!"

Trixie spoke up,

"Mr. Crocker. How can you fail someone for a doctor's note?"

"I'd like to know that myself," said a voice very familiar to Trixie.

She looked over to the source. Standing at the door were her father, Principal Waxelplax and Mr. Birkenbake.

The doctor had finished his exam, and Timmy was dressing. Dr. Hunter had told the 11 year old he was healing very well. And he should be back up to his full strength in about a week. Timmy was relieved because he really wanted to leave the doctor's office. As he was about to get up, Dr. Hunter spoke,

"Timmy, could you sit down for another minute? I need to talk to you about something."

Timmy sat back down, a bit exasperated.
"I know, son," said Dr. Hunter, "you want to get out of here. This will take just a few minutes. I just need ask you a few questions."

"Like what?," said Timmy.

Dr. Hunter frowned up and then said,

"Timmy, I want you to be honest. " He paused. "Are your parents taking care of you all right?"

"Mr. Crocker," said the Principal, "I need to speak with you and Mr. Tang in the office. Mr. Birkenbake will take your place for right now.

"Yeah," said Birkenbake,"it's about time someone other than "The Man" help these young people."

While Chester and A.J., and indeed the rest of the class looked rather surprised, Trixie did not. In fact, she just smiled. Her dad said he was going to confront Crocker about that file, and she knew she could always count on him.

"What do you mean?," said Timmy a bit baffled.

"I mean they ARE feeding you, and taking care of you, aren't they?"

"Yes," said Timmy, although that wasn't exactly the truth. His parents had been watching out for him since Remy attempted to kill him. However, before they had been ignoring him, and had,in fact been forgetting to make dinner for him. The brown haired boy then asked, "Why do you ask?"

"It's just," said the doctor, I was kind of concerned about you being left alone at that campground a month ago. There are, also, rumors going around town that you've been eating out of the garbage, because you aren't being fed." He paused. "Is there anything to this?"

"You're thinking of my friend, Chester," said Timmy, almost laughing, "and he eats out of the garbage, because he likes it."

"Well," said Dr. Hunter, "Chester shouldn't do that, even if he DOES like it, but I'm not talking about Chester; I'm concerned about you. Are you being treated all right at home?"

"Yes," said Timmy, "my parents are always there for me, and they never forget to feed me or take care of me." It was a lie, but even though his parents weren't always the best parents in the world he didn't want to be taken from them. Because the fact was that he desparately loved his Mom and Dad, and would be crushed if he was ever taken away from them.

Crocker, Waxelplax, and Jeffrey Tang entered the principal's office. Both Trixie's dad, and Waxelplax sat down. Denzel Crocker stood up and asked,

"What's this all about?"

"Please sit down, Mr. Crocker," said Geraldine Waxelplax, "and we'll tell you."

Crocker did as he was told. The principal pulled out a file, Timmy Turner's file and opened it, and asked,

"Tell me what do you know about this?"

Timmy left the doctor's office a little shaken by the questions the doctor had. Fortunately, he had managed to convince the Dr. Hunter that he was being treated just fine at home and was not being neglected in anyway. He realized that it was all a part of Hunter's job as a doctor to check on the well being of children. However, it would simply kill him if he had to be taken away from his parents. He saw Dad and smiled.

"The doctor came out," said Mr. Turner, "he told me you were doing great. You ready to go to school son,?"

"Yes, Dad," said Timmy.

As they left, Dr. Hunter stared after them. His nurse spoke up,

"You were in there a while, Doc, was there something wrong?"

"I hope not," said Hunter, "I'm just really, really concerned about that young boy."

"It's Timmy Turner's file," said Crocker, "Hmm, I knew he didn't have much of a brain and now we have the MRI to prove it."

"Mr. Crocker," said Jeff, "I received that file as an apparent attempt to make my family, my daughter specifically, think ill of Timmy. He paused. "Now, I told my daughter that what it said was impossible; young Timmy would not be able to even function; much less raise his grades."

"Well," said Crocker suddenly very nervous, "why are you involving me?

"Because, we think,"said Waxelplax, "that this file has been deliberately tampered with. You wouldn't know who or why it would be?"

The Turner's station wagon pulled into the school parking lot. Timmy got out.

"Good bye, Timmy, have a nice day at school," said Mr. Turner.

"Good bye Dad," said Timmy. With that, the brown headed boy headed for the school.

Wanda, disguised as his bookbag, noticed how quiet Timmy was. She asked,

"You okay, sport?"

Timmy nodded.

"I'm just thinking about what happened yesterday with Trixie. I hope I have a better day."

"Why would you think I would know anything about this?," said Crocker, extremely nervous.

"Because the only people who have access to these files are me," said the principal, "and Timmy's teachers. And that would include you and Mr. Bickle. And Mr. Bickle doesn't seem to have it "in" for Timmy like you do."

"You can't prove anything!," Crocker shouted.

"My, my," said Jeff Tang, "aren't we touchy. Not to worry,though, it shouldn't take long to link this to you. But maybe things will go easier on you, if you're honest with us. Did you tamper with Timmy Turner's files and make it say his brain was only half the size of a normal child."

Crocker drew a breath and said,

"Yes."

"And why would you do that, Crocker?," said Waxelplex.

"Because I believed if he saw the record, he would wish his brain larger."

Jeff looked bewildered while Waxelplax looked simply annoyed. Trixie's dad said,

"And why would you think he could "wish" his brain larger."

"Because he has,....Crocker said,

"Mr. Tang," said Geraldine Waxelplax, "quick hide!"

"FAIRY GODPARENTS, FAIRY GODPARENTS, FAIRIES," Crocker kept saying as he contorted through the office crashing and bouncing, and making a mess in general.

Timmy got to his locker. He noticed a note was taped there. He smiled. It had Trixie's handwriting on it.

"Oh," said Cosmo, disguised as his watch, "is that a love note?"

"Cosmo," said Wanda.

"It's all right," said Timmy, "I hope it is a love note. I've got a good feeling about this."

He reached and opened it up. As he read, Timmy's eyes widened in hurt and disbelief; this was anything but a love note.

So wild speculation doesn't begin, Timmy's conversation with the doctor had nothing to do with his wanting to date Trixie or with Old Man Tang's desire to break them up. No one is "behind" Dr. Hunter's questioning of Timmy. He's just genuinely concerned about him.