As soon as Timmy's parents left, Liz and I called Timmy downstairs. He had gone up to his room right before we replaced Vicky. He walked down slowly, a confused look on his face. When he saw us, his eyes widened.
I said with a smile, "Sit down, Timmy. We want to get to know you if we're gonna be your new babysitters."
I could have sworn that I saw a small smile on that bucktoothed face. When I asked later, Liz said that she had seen it too.
Timmy sat down on the couch. Liz sat next to him. I sat in the chair opposite him.
"Now, if you feel that you don't want to answer any of these questions, please feel free to say so."
Timmy nodded and we began. We asked him what was his favorite color, favorite hobby, TV show and all that. He answered many of the questions that we asked. When we were done with the get-to-know-you talk, he said that he had to get some homework done. He rushed upstairs. A couple of minutes later, we silently went up to his room. The door was closed. We heard voices
"I don't know, Timmy. Why do you want Vicky back? She's the one that caused you to get us she also has been a source of constant torture." that was Wanda's voice.
"Yea, Timmy."Cosmo's voice.
"That's why I want Vicky back. If I start to be happy I'll lose you guys. Cosmo, Wanda, I wish that they were back where they came from."
Liz and I exchanged a look of fear. We heard the wands begin to power up. Liz grabbed my hand. Stars began to form around us. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, expecting the whirlpool to appear—
Nothing. I heard the wands sputter and go out.
"Hey, what gives?"
"Hold on, Timmy, let's check." I heard a book hit the floor.
"Well?"
"Uh, this is something that we can't tell you, Timmy."
"Why?"
"I'm sorry, Timmy. We can't send them back to where they came from."
"Look on the bright side, Timmy. You still have other reasons that we can stay. You got Francis, Crocker, Tootie and your parents non attentiveness."
We heard Cosmo scream as Wanda did something to him. We silently moved away from the door, trying not to make a noise. Liz, however, hit an end table. A couple of plastic bottles fell off and hit the floor.
"What was that?!" Timmy said in a hushed voice. Liz and I were by this time panicking. We ran off in opposite directions. I hid in the bathroom and Liz hid behind a plant. The door opened and Timmy came out. He looked right, left, then right again. He noted the fallen bottles, then wiped the sweat from his brow.
"All clear."
He walked back into his room and shut the door. Liz and I silently crawled out from our hiding places and into a room. As soon as the door was shut, Liz and I let out a huge sigh.
"Man, that was close. Let's not do that again."
I readily agreed. I looked around the room. We had gotten into the game room. Seeing the computer, I got a brilliant idea. I rushed over and sat in the chair.
"Morb, what are you doing?"
I didn't answer. I found the search engine that was the equivalent of Google. It was called Noodle. If it had been any other time I would have laughed. However, I was on a mission. I typed in Butch Hartman and hit the Search button.
Nothing.
I sat back, confused. Liz was standing beside me, frowning.
"What were you hoping to gain by that?"
"I don't know."
We stood there for a while. Eventually we got up and walked downstairs. It was 5:30. The rest of the night was uneventful. I found some of my science fiction books in my backpack. They were ones that I had bought the day before we had arrived here, and I hadn't started reading them. Liz spotted a Crash Nebula book on the bookshelf. We sat down on the couch and read. We went up and checked on Timmy every half hour, making sure that we were heard every time. That's how Timmy's parents found us when they got home four hours later, sitting and reading. We had just put Timmy to bed. We greeted them and said that Timmy should be asleep. They thanked us. I took a deep breath and asked the next question with as much emotion as I could stir up.
"Mr. And Mrs. Turner, can we talk to you for a second?"
"Sure, Morbius."
We sat down on the couches. From the expression on their faces I could tell that they thought that Timmy had done something wrong.
"Mr. And Mrs. Turner, Elizabeth and I have no home. We only just arrived and we can't find any home for ourselves. We were wondering, could you spare some room for some poor souls like ourselves."
We told them our cover story.
"Aw, how could we not take you in. You can sleep in Timmy's room."
"No, no. that's okay. I'll be just fine down here. Liz, how 'bout you?"
She nodded.
"Are you two sure?"
"Yes," we said simultaneously. They nodded and walked into another room. They came back carrying blankets and pillows. We thanked them and began to set up. They went upstairs. I let Liz take the bigger couch while I set up on the floor. We turned off the light. Liz was asleep in about three minutes. I, on the other hand, could not get to sleep. I was thinking about things that happened during the day.
"Huh?" I asked myself as I saw a shadow moving on the floor. It was coming from the window. I kept still.
It moved. I turned around as quickly as I could. There was nothing there. I shrugged and turned over. I was asleep in five minutes.
Yay! Tommorow we get to meet some characters from DP! I can't wait!!! Anyway, I hope I'm not slipping. Plz read and review.
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