After entering the school building, Timmy quickly headed to his locker. He wanted to get away from Tootie, and he also wanted to make sure that he wouldn't be late again for Mr. Crocker's class. Crocker loved giving 'F' grades for any small thing and Timmy - thanks to him - had enough F's to wallpaper his room.
As he was opening his locker, a dark shadow came over him. He turned around and saw what - or more accurately 'who' - was blotting out the light. The answer to that question was Big, grey, and mean-looking. Only one person in Dimmsdale Elementary School fitted that description.
"Hello, Turner", Francis said, his voice dripping both sarcasm and menace.
"Morning, Francis", Timmy replied.
Francis frowned, normally, Timmy would be cringing in fear at his sight. That, plus the usual futile noises from him asking him for mercy was missing. Still...
"It's time for your daily beating, Turner", Francis leered, "so nice to see you not wasting your time begging for mercy, so any last words before we begin?"
"How about: you'd better stop now before you regret it?" Timmy replied.
With a sneer-laced smile, Francis picked up Timmy by his head and socked Timmy hard in the stomach. But Timmy didn't feel anything. Instead, Francis doubled up with the wind knocked out of him, letting Timmy go in the process.
"What's happening?" Francis gasped, looking at Timmy. Timmy just handed him one of his textbooks.
"Try hitting me over the head with this, Francis", Timmy said.
Francis grabbed the book and brought it down hard on Timmy - having the effect of Francis falling down on the floor again clutching his head while Timmy was totally unharmed. Dazed, he tried to sit up. Just then, Chester came up. He had a large book in his hand.
"Oh, boy! Payback time!", Chester said as he raised the book over his head.
"Chester, no!" Timmy shouted.
"I'm never going to get another chance at this. Besides, better late than never", Chester said as he brought his book down on Francis' head with all his strength.
"Hee-Hee-Hee", Chester laughed with glee as he keeled over backwards, slipping into unconsiousness. Timmy just put his hand over his face and shook his head. Just then, the school bell rang.
"Sorry, Chester", Timmy said as he gathered up his things, "I don't want Crock-pot giving me another F!".
Leaving the unconsious Chester and the winded and concussed Francis behind, he ran down the hall and into his class just before the second bell rang.
As he walked up to his desk, Crocker said from his desk, "Going somewhere, Turner?"
"I'm just going to my desk, Mr. Crocker", Tinmmy replied.
"Not before you get this", Crocker said, holding out a familiar piece of paper, "an F!"
"But I wasn't late for class. I got in before the second bell rang", Timmy objected.
"True, but you weren't at your seat, so as far as I'm concerned, you weren't ready by the bell, so... an F", Crocker gloated, spazzing out when he said "F".
"That's unfair, Mr. Crocker, and I'm not going to take it", Timmy replied simply.
"Oh no?" Crocker said as he came out from behind his desk, "are you going to stop me, or are you going to use your FAIRY-GOD-PARENTS?" he spazzed.
The other children in class just tried to ignore the spazzing-out from Crocker. Crocker grabbed Timmy, stuffed the 'F' paper in his shirt, then made to throw him into his desk. Instead, Crocker suddenly felt himself thrown back over and behind his desk... and the 'F' paper suddenly appeared in his shirt. Timmy was still standing in front of Crocker's desk, watching this latest effect of the Justice Field.
"I think I'm going to be unconsious now", Crocker moaned. Just then, Principal Waxleplax walked in.
"What's going on?" she demanded.
"Uh, Mr. Crocker was demonstrating the wrong way to jump behind a desk?" Timmy answered uncertainly.
"Oh, that's all right then", Waxleplax replied, "after all, Safety is the theme subject for today. When he comes to, remind me to thank him for his ingenious demonstation".
With that, she walked out of the class. Chester walked in a few seconds later, followed by Francis.
"I think we'll start our class now", Crocker said grogilly as he got to his feet...
After the morning session in class was completed, Lunch recess was called. Timmy ran out of class with the others. As he was heading to the lunchroom, he noticed several of the older students - Francis' friends colloquially known as 'The Swirly Brigade' staggering out of the bathroom. All had soaked heads, and they looked like they were half-drowned. Behind them, several of the younger kids were walking out of the bathroom, none the worse for wear and wondering what had happened.
"Cool!" Timmy said sotto voce to his lunchbox, "all the bullies are getting a taste of their own medicine".
"I know, Timmy", Cosmo replied, "look over by the lunchroom door".
Timmy looked over to where Cosmo indicated. He saw another bully try to give A.J. a wedgie. However, A.J.'s underpants weren't being pulled out despite the bully's best efforts. Instead, the bully's underwear were being wrenched out as if an invisible hand was doing so. The look on the bully's face was amusing, to say the least.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes", Timmy remarked, knowing all to well what having a wedgie was like. He headed over to his usual seat.
Opening his lunchbox, he started munching on a meal that Wanda had poofed up. Timmy liked this facet of having Fairy Godparents: Mrs. Turner's stodgy sandwiches being transformed into fried chicken and potato salad.
He was about a third of the way through his meal when he heard a shrill voice call out "Timmy!".
Timmy cringed, realizing that it was Tootie. And since this table had empty spaces, there was no way that he was going to have safety in numbers. Tootie quickly ran up and sat down beside him before he could get up and leave.
"Guess what happened, Timmy", Tootie said as she opened her lunchbox.
"What happened?" Timmy asked with a distrated air.
"It was the weirdest thing", Tootie said, "Francis just tried to steal my doll again. He held it above my head and made to throw it away, but for some reason. the doll stayed put, and he threw himself away instead".
Timmy tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smile at Tootie's description of Francis' latest misfortune with the justice field. Tootie noticed the smile.
"You're smiling. In my presence!" Tootie exclaimed, "That means I have to smooch you!".
As Tootie leaned in with her lips puckered, Timmy instinctively tried to push her away, but with the Justice Field covering everyone within the school, he flew back out the seat instead, and fell straight onto Mark Chang, smashing his image think-a-fier.
"Dude!", Mark exclaimed, "what have you done?" as his dreamy Earth boy disguise shimmered and faded out, leaving Mark in his Yugopotamian monster form.
The other kids in the class shrieked seeing Mark in his alien Visage. Timmy immediately realized what he had accidentally done.
"I wish every human in the school except me were frozen!", he shouted. Wanda and Cosmo waved their wands. POOF. As the Justice Field only dealt with malevolent intent, the spell worked.
The school fell silent as every student and teacher in Dimmsdale Elementary were encased in blocks of ice. Timmy stood up. Wanda and Cosmo poofed out from the lunchbox and floated above Timmy and Mark.
"That was close", Timmy remarked, "That Justice Field does have its share of drawbacks".
"Are you going to wish his image think-a-fyer fixed, and everyone unfrozen with no memory of Mark's alien form?" Wanda asked.
"Yeah, I'd better", Timmy replied, "well, at least it can't get worse".
"Wrong!" a new voice sounded out. Mark and Timmy knew whose voice it was.
"I'm back!" Princess Mandie (that's MAN-DIE) shouted as she kicked in the lunchroom door. She had her flame-sword drawn and ready for use.
"This is so un-cool!" Mark exclaimed with classic understatement as Mandie approached them.