The rest of the school day went more or less uneventfully for Timmy, though not for Francis and the other bullies who were having a hard time realizing what the Justice Field did to their terrorism efforts. In fact, while Crocker left the room while the rest of the class was doing a test, Francis threw a large book at the back of Timmy's head, as he was still sore about what had happened to him before class.
The book connected, but Timmy was only aware of the book laying on the floor by his desk, while Francis was passed out on the desk with a large red lump on the back of his head.
At long last, the bell rang. Timmy gathered his things and headed out. The Justice Field did one more thing for him: When Crocker - out of spite - automatically put an 'F' on his test without checking his answers, the 'F' he marked on the answer sheet erased itself and reappeared on Crocker's head. After several more futile attempts at putting 'F' on Timmy's test, with the result of Crocker's face being riddled with 'F' marks, Crocker finally checked the answers, which made him accurately mark the sheet with a 'C' grade.
The other kids walked past Crocker as they left class, giggling at all of the 'F' marks on his face. The giggling didn't stop either as they passed several bullies who for some reason were jammed into various hallway lockers. Francis - still partially concussed from the book-throwing episode - wondered if he - or the world around him - had finally gone mad.
"I don't wish to rain on your parade, Sport", Wanda pointed out - from the lunchbox while Timmy put away some books in his locker before heading out, "but others might start getting suspicious if the Justice Field stayed in place here at school, and leaving it on too long might compromise us".
"Good point, Wanda", Timmy replied, "I wish that when I leave the building, that the Justice Field was removed from Dimmsdale Elementary. Please".
Cosmo and Wanda waved their wands and granted the wish. POOF.
As Timmy left the building, he noticed that Francis was standing outside the gate near the bus.
"Let's see if he had learned his lesson yet", Timmy remarked as he walked up to him.
"Hey Francis", Timmy called out, "here's the book you threw at me. Are you sure that you wouldn't want to try again?"
Francis looked at the book, felt the back of his head, then with a "Waahhhhh!", ran down the street in panicked flight.
"Timmy!", Tootie's voice sounded from behind him, "Francis is scared of you. You're my hero!"
"All I did was offer to give him back his book", Timmy glibly replied. Wanda and Cosmo suppressed a desire to laugh at Timmy's understatement. They also held their giggles when Tootie kissed him once more on the cheek.
Blushing some, Timmy boarded the bus with Tootie following. As they sat down, they noticed Trixie boarding the bus, with a very dishevelled Rochford following. This time, Trixie didn't say anything to Timmy as she (hastilly) passed his seat, and Rochford gave Timmy only a brief glace, though not without betraying a glint of fear.
"Everything seems so right today", Tootie commented as the bus pulled away from school, "the bullies semed to be self-inflicting their pain for a change. Lets hope that they get the message".
"Amen to that", Timmy agreed. With the Justice Field no longer covering the school, the self-infliction would no longer happen, but hopefully, Francis and the 'Swirly Brigade' will have cold feet about trying to bully others for a while...
"Well, here's my stop", Tootie said, "Would you like to come in for a soda?" she asked.
Timmy thought about it, then nodded. His house was only a short walk away and since the Justice Field was still active at Tootie's home as well as his, Vicky should not be a problem.
That hope was short-lived, for just after the bus pulled away, Vicky jumped out from behind a tree and started shooting at them both with her paintball gun.
"Oh no!" Timmy exclaimed, "mad redhead on the warpath! Run!" Tootie didn't need any urging. Both sprinted away from Vicky, who was shooting frozen paintballs at them.
"Ah, the Twerp and the Twerpette!", she shouted, "after last night, I have some scores to settle! My baby-sitting evening last night was ruined by you two and when I'm finished with you, you're going to regret turning my tortures back on me!".
However, just as she was running after them, a rope lasso flew over her head and around her waist. Vicky was jerked to a halt with the paintball gun flying out of her hand. The next second, a blonde-headed male figure clad in khaki shorts and a short-sleeve shirt jumped on Vicky and tied her up.
"Hey, What's going on?" she complained. She noticed just then that the person who tied her up was joined by a Cameraman.
"Gidday", the man said with a heavy Australian accent into the camera, "This is the Bad Parent Hunter here, with our new afternoon live show called 'The Bad Baby Sitter Hunter', and we caught this redheaded rascal being real mean to a couple of little nippers she looks after".
Vicky looked agahst at her plight being shown on National Television.
"But I'm not a bad baby-sitter", Vicky wailed, "I'm not!".
"Strewth, this rascal is a real fibber as well. Crikey! That's certainly a diggery-don't", the Bad Parent Hunter remarked on television next as the cameraman activated a replay of Vicky's paintball gun ambush, including Vicky's voice spouting her threats.
Timmy and Tootie peeked around a bush at Vicky getting humiliated. They looked at each other and laughed.
"I don't think this is going to do her baby-sitting job any good", Timmy noted with satisfaction. The Justice Field aside, seeing Vicky caught in the act - and on live television at that - was a joy to behold.
"Thirsty work seeing Justice happen, isn't it, Timmy?" Tootie asked rhetorically.
"I couldn't agree more, Tootie", Timmy said as he followed her into her house - where the first thing they saw were Mr. and Mrs. Flannigan laughing themselves sick at the sight of Vicky trussed up on livetelevision.
Timmy reminded himself to leave the Justice Field in place at both houses in case Vicky tried to take out her humiliation on either him, Tootie, or Tootie's parents later onthis evening. Thinking about that didn't make him enjoy Tootie's soda any less however.
After finishing up the soda, Timmy thanked Tootie and excused himself. Leaving the house, he passed by Vicky - who was still trussed up and trying to get loose - and headed back down the street towards his house.
"Have a nice day, Icky Vicky", Timmy called as he left her struggling on the sidewalk.
Cosmo and Wanda finally couldn't hold it in any more, they both laughed at the situation. Timmy joined in.
"I think everything is going to be all right", Timmy noted.
Should Vicky get herself loose, there was no way that - as long as Tootie and her parents stayed in their house - she could do anything mean to them, and she wouldn't be able to do anything mean to him either at his house. It made for a very nice way to mark the end of the school day.