For the record I've never worked at wallmart though I feel it would have helped me write this story if I had. Any way here's chapter two which I wanted to be longer than the first chapter, it is, but not by as much as i wanted it to be. If all goes according to plan chapter three should be longer and more interesting than this one.

The door to Timmy's room was flung open and Cosmo and Wanda looked over to the doorway from inside their fishbowl. Their Godchild had returned from his first day of work. Switching from Goldfish to Fairies, Cosmo and Wanda poofed out of the fishbowl to greet Timmy. "Hey, Timmy how was your first day of work?"

Though he wasn't angry with him it took all of Timmy's self control not to yell at Cosmo. "Oh, it was terrible as it could have possibly been."

The tone of Timmy's voice was an immediate red flag to Wanda who asked "alright what happened?"

"Guess who my boss is."

"Oh, I know" shouted Cosmo "Is it Sylvester Calzone?"

Ignoring the green haired fairy Timmy looked to Wanda. "Vicky's my new boss."

"Oh" said Wanda who was clearly hard pressed to sugar coat the situation.

"What are you going to do Timmy?"

"What do you think? I have to quit my job, I have no choice."

"Timmy, that may not be the best idea."

"What!" Timmy asked in shock "Are you saying it's a good idea to let Vicky torture me?"

"Listen sport your sixteen now, the fact that you still have me and Cosmo as Godparents is really unusual. Very few children still have Godparents at your age."

"What does that have to do with Vicky?"

"Remember Timmy it's because her that you got us in the first place. I know you don't want to hear it, but Vicky's torture would only help you hold onto us."

Timmy let out an aggravated sigh, he knew this job would be terrible but the thought of losing Cosmo and Wanda was so painful that any alternative was better.

"Why would Vicky work there anyway" asked Wanda. "she's had nicer jobs than working at Wall 2 Wall mart."

Timmy chimed in "my guess is that she does it mostly to steal stuff."

Much to Timmy's surprise his second day of work hadn't been that hard. In the morning Timmy and all the other new employees had to unload a couple of trucks. After that he hadn't been told to do anything, Timmy and the others wandered the store till they stumbled across Vicky in the department that sold lawn furniture.

Vicky had seated herself in a lounger and had evidently fallen asleep. The three other people Timmy was with were eager to follow their supervisor's example and they too began to laze around on the job. Timmy didn't want to be so close to Vicky but everyone else had all ready sat down and he had to admit that a break was tempting.

The group of four sat and began conversing; Timmy wanted to get along with everyone else and tried to keep up with the conversation but he couldn't help but taking nervous glances at Vicky. He had no idea what she would do when she woke up but Timmy was sure it would be bad. Timmy's nervous half conversation half disaster watch continued for several minutes till it happened. Vicky came back to life and took notice of the people around her, "Hey Twerp come over here."

That word, Timmy didn't know why, but he knew that Vicky loved the word twerp more than any other word in the English language (with the possible exception of money.) Vicky called all the children she babysat twerp but Timmy found that she directed it at him more than any other child and despite any desire otherwise he still responded to it as if it was his second name. Timmy approached his former babysitter nervously, already suspicious of her actions.

"Twerp, go get me something to drink."

"Uh, sure what kind of drink do you want?"

"Surprise me" she said before she turned onto her side and appeared to go back to sleep.

Timmy set off on his assigned task, not because he respected her as his supervisor but because he was sure she would embarrass him in front of the group again or blackmail him into doing something horrible if he didn't listen to her. Vicky hadn't told him what kind of drink she wanted and he knew that if he brought back something she didn't like there would be trouble; she had probably been vague for that purpose. Fortunately for Timmy years of trial and painful error had taught him what kind of things she liked.

Timmy knew there was a massive section dedicated to selling soft drinks but he had no idea where it was, luckily he found one of the little fridges that were spread throughout the store to tempt people into impulse buys. Timmy looked through the selection in the fridge. There were numerous sodas, ice teas and lemonade. He remembered that Vicky liked lemonade especially pink lemonade which he found in the little fridge. Taking a bottle of pink lemonade with him Timmy retraced his steps back to the lawn care section.

When Timmy returned he found that everyone but Vicky had left. While handing the bottle to Vicky, Timmy asked her a question "Where did everyone go?"

"Mike came by and said he wanted all the new people over at produce."

"Oh" said Timmy before he headed off in the direction he thought the produce aisle was.

"Twerp, where do you think you're going?"

Timmy halted and spun around to face her. "I thought I was supposed to go with everyone else."

"Nope, just because Mike is the manger doesn't mean you listen to him. You take orders from me twerp not him, and I've decided to make you my personal assistant."

Timmy mulled her words over before he spoke. "By personal assistant you mean slave don't you?"

"Pretty much" she said in response. Timmy couldn't think of anything he wanted less than to be subject to Vicky's whims again. In desperation he asked "Why me?"

"Because Timmy you already know what kind of stuff I like. It'll be just like old times."

"Oh, boy" said Timmy trying to sound as sarcastic as possible.

"It's not all bad twerp, my slave…I mean personal assistant doesn't have to do any heavy lifting like that." Vicky pointed over to one of Timmy's fellow new people named Scott who was doing his best to push a massive refrigerator box across the floor. "Now sit down and wait till I want something else." Timmy walked back towards Vicky and took a seat in a lawn chair near her. Timmy didn't want to be anywhere near her but he wasn't about to test the girl that had given him trouble even with a pair of Fairy Godparents on his side. The two of them sat and watched Scott slowly push the box across the linoleum floor.

"Isn't he supposed to use a hand truck for something that big" asked Timmy.

"Yeah, but I broke it" said Vicky.

Scott struggled with the box, showing obvious signs of fatigue. Eventually he caught sight of Timmy just sitting around with Vicky and shouted over to Timmy "Oh, don't help me or anything dude!" sounding as sarcastic as Timmy had moments earlier.

Timmy felt a wave of guilt run through him and he got up to help only to have Vicky tell him no. "Sit back down twerp, he's doing just fine as it is."

Timmy sat down and watched Vicky take a sip of the pink lemonade he had given her. He noticed that the drink was almost the same color as her eyes. It seemed so strange to Timmy that a person as unpleasant as Vicky had such attractive eyes, not that it made up for her disgusting behavior. Slowly Scott made progress and wound up out of their sight leaving Timmy in awkward situation. He sat in silence with Vicky who seemed perfectly content to sit there all day. Timmy wondered how she held onto this job, he guessed that she had something to blackmail Mike with so that he couldn't fire her.

Timmy remembered the conversation he had with Wanda the previous day and felt a temptation to ask her a question. "Vicky, why do you work here?"

"I mostly do it to steal stuff" Said Vicky nonchalantly.

"They're too dumb to take inventory here, they don't have any security cameras and the manager Mike is terrified of me. So don't get any ideas about ratting me out."

Timmy had long since given up on snitching on Vicky. No one ever believed him and even if they did Vicky knew where he lived. Timmy had no trouble believing that Vicky could knock on his front door, talk her way past his parents who adored her, beat the living hell out of him in his room and then leave without anyone noticing.

"Yeah, you don't need to worry about that" Said Timmy somberly.

The door to Timmy's room was opened gently and a visibly calmer Timmy Turner stepped into his room. Once again his Godparents were there to greet him."Hey, Timmy how was your second day of work?" Cosmo asked with the same stupid exuberance.

"Bad I guess I found out that Vicky has that whole store wrapped around her finger and then she made me her "personal assistant" which I think means I'm basically back to being ten again."

"I know its hard sport, but remember why you're doing this."

Timmy looked at his godparents and smiled, if holding onto them meant he had to endure Vicky's torture then so be it. He had survived her care when he was younger and stupider so it shouldn't be that hard to do it again now. Another plus was that he was being paid to do it, a bonus he hadn't received when he was ten.