Poof struggled and thrashed as Crocker took him outside of the mansion. "LET ME GO!" He shouted. He used his wand to create all sorts of sharp objects but none of them could cut through the butterfly net.
"Give it up fairy," Crocker said with a smirk. "Nothing you can do will get you out of there." He went to his van and opened the back door.
Poof looked and saw two cops eating doughnuts just down the street. He then got a brilliant idea. He used his magic to get rid of his wings and crown and stopped floating. He then started screaming. "HELP! HELP! STRANGER DANGER!"
The cops looked up and gasped. They took out their nightsticks and charged after Crocker. "HEY YOU!" They shouted. "LET THAT KID GO!"
Crocker panicked, through Poof in the back of the van, and then quickly drove off. The cops got in their car and drove after Crocker with their siren on. He growled at Poof. "You'll pay for that fairy." Then he eyed Poof's magic wand. He quickly opened the net, grabbed the wand, and shut it before Poof could react. Crocker then leaned out the window and shot a burst of magic from the wand at the police car. It turned into a giant turtle. "Hmm a turtle," Crocker said to himself. "I was going for a steaming pile of rubble. But I guess that works too." He drove off back to his house.
Trixie and Timantha kissed each other as they got out of the pool. They laughed as they dried each other off. "Come on," Trixie said. "Let's get changed and head down to the arcade. I hear they got the new Space Troubles game there." They walked inside the mansion and saw that the suits of armor had been activated. "Oh no," Trixie gasped. "That means that someone broke in here." A sheet of paper printed out of the armor's chest. Trixie let out a sigh of relief. "Phew, he didn't take anything and he's gone now. Thank you. Tighten security while we are away." The armor saluted and walked off.
The two girls went upstairs, got changed, and left the mansion to go to the arcade. Timantha was so locked in Trixie's eyes that she forgot about Poof and didn't even notice that he was gone. As they were walked down the street together (it was the personal butler's holiday), the two cops approached them.
"Have you seen a man wearing a white shirt, black tie, glasses, black hair, carrying a child with blue jeans, a purple shirt, and a pink hat in a butterfly net?" They asked them.
Timantha gasped. "Butterfly net? Did the kid have brown hair and purple eyes?"
"From what we could tell yes."
"Oh no…" Timantha said.
"What's wrong?" Trixie asked.
"That's my little brother!" Timantha said, quickly making up something to explain Poof.
"Don't worry young lady," One of the cops said. "We'll get your brother back." They ran off down the streets in search of Crocker.
"That man they described sounds a lot like Mr. Crocker," Trixie said. "He was always crazy. Do you think that he took your brother?"
Timantha knew that Crocker had taken Poof. Who else would kidnap him in a butterfly net? "Yeah, I think so. Come on, let's go and see." The two lovers ran down to Crocker's house.
Trixie pulled her Pear Phone out of her purse and used a telescope app to look into Crocker's window. "There he is, with a kid in a butterfly net." She handed the phone to Timantha so she could see for herself.
"Yep, that's my brother." She said. Crocker opened a locker inside of his room and shut himself inside of it. Timantha knew he must have been going to his secret lab. She handed Trixie back her phone. "I'll go in alone," Timantha told Trixie. "If I'm not back in twenty minutes get the cops."
"No," Trixie said. "I'm going with you."
"Trixie you really should…"
"You're my girlfriend Timantha. I don't want you go and do something so dangerous alone. And don't worry, I have an alert system in my dress that will send my location to 911 when needed."
"Ok." Timantha knew that taking in Trixie was risky; but she wasn't going to take no for an answer. If she did somehow find out that she had fairies, Timantha would just have Poof wipe her memory afterward. Trixie and Timantha walked up bellow Crocker's window. Trixie pulled a grappling hook out from her purse, took Timantha by the arm, and fired it up at the window. They were pulled up and crashed through the window. "I have got to get one of those." Timantha said as Trixie put the grappling hook away. They walked over to the locker where Crocker entered. It was protected by a password.
Trixie studied it. "Hmm, I think my password encryption app can get through this."
"No need." Timantha said. "I already know what the password is." Timantha typed into the keypad that phrase F-A-I-R-Y-G-O-D-P-A-R-E-N-T-S. The locker instantly flung open. Timantha sighed. "Predictable as ever." The two girls entered the locker, which closed and took them down like an elevator.
When they arrived they were in a giant cave-like liar. They saw Poof in a magic bubble on the other side of the room. They ran to get him, but cables grabbed them by the limbs and pulled them towards the wall. They heard evil laughing and Crocker turned around in a chair to face them.
"Ms. Turner," Crocker said. "And Ms. Tang. So glad you could join us. I trust you have come to retrieve your…"
"Little brother!" Timantha shouted before Crocker could say fairy. "Give him back or we'll call the cops!"
Crocker laughed more. "Oh Ms. Turner, I'm afraid threats like that can't be made here. No signal can leave this cave. So the police won't be coming any time soon." He approached both of them. "And what is this talk about your little brother? All I see there is your…FAIRY!"
"You're crazy!" Trixie shouted. "Haven't you realized already that there is no such thing as fairies?"
"Well Ms. Tang, if fairies don't exist, then how do you explain this?" Crocker aimed the wand at Poof, fired it, and Poof turned back into a fairy. "Fairy and wand, how do like that?"
Trixie was stunned. "B-But she told me he was her little brother." She turned to Timantha. "You lied to me?"
Crocker grinned. "Oh you'll find that Ms. Turner hasn't been honest about a lot of things. Or should I say…" He fired the wand at Timantha causing her to turn back into a boy. "Mr. Turner."