Authors Notes: I forgot about this fic for a while, but here is a second well overdue and short chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing what so ever to do with his quality program…
Fairly Odd Parents- The Crocker Chronicles
Chapter 2- Fairy Days
"Now stand still Denzel" Dolores Crocker cooed to her son as she tightened a strap on a particularly ugly black silk dress.
"Mother!" Mr. Crocker yelled in frustration. "Why must I model your dresses? I am a grown man with a respectable job!"
"Nonsense Denzel! You need to help your mother because you are a good boy".
The fifth grade teacher fidgeted as the dress became ever tighter. He was stood in his rundown room atop an over turned wooden crate. His mother reached upto no more than his knee in height while he was stood on the box. She had pins in her mouth and her hands were busy constantly fiddling with the dress. A knock from down stairs attracted the attention of Dolores who bustled over to the door with the pins still in her mouth.
"Now Denzel" She began. "Don't you go anywhere…"
"Gah!" Mr Crocker dived off of the box and landed on the floor with a thud. Several sharp and pointy pins flew past where he was stood and stuck into the wall behind. His mother merely shrugged and left the room with the intent of answering the door.
"Enough of this!" Crocker yelled as he stood up again. "I should be using my genius to prove that fairies exist, not wearing dresses!" With a huff he moved over to the window and peered down to the doorway below. A boy wearing a pink hat was chatting to his mother. The boy also wore a pink crash helmet and had a green skateboard in his hands.
"Turner!" Crocker exclaimed loudly in excitement. "That green recreational vehicle and pink head safety device Turner holds can only be his… FAIRY GOD PARENTS!"
Crocker executed a perfect back flip in the air and landed on his head. The tightly fitting dress seemed to explode off of his body. Small pieces of fabric rained down all over the room as a partially naked Crocker bounced on his head and fell straight out of the window. Timmy Turner had already left the rundown garden and was disappearing from view round a corner. Denzel landed in a thorny bush next to the doorway. As he yelled in pain, another cry of anguish sounded from the open window of his bedroom.
"My dress! Denzel! How could you!"
The teacher mumbled under his breath, something that sounded like an umbrella and a wasps nest.
At school the next day…
"Now class" Crocker began. "I have taken the liberty of giving you all 'F's in anticipation of your pathetic attempt of being intelligent… all apart from AJ who as usual will get an A!"
The class in front of him groaned in unison, except for AJ. He was sporting a cocky smile much to the annoyance of the rest of the class. Crocker pulled on a chord that was dangling from the ceiling. A blank white screen slid down into place. An old projector at the back of the class began to whir and sound nosily. It projected a 3… 2… 1 on the blank canvas.
"Now you will watch this mind numbing documentary all the way through and then write an essay on how I am an excellent teacher!" Crocker announced with a manic grin.
As he flipped the light switch the class groaned again. Within minutes most of the class were asleep with their heads lolling on the table. Timmy Turner was one of those students. Crocker stood next to the projector watching the boy for any signs of magic. Yes Turner! Begin to get bored and why don't you wish your Fairy God Parents could get you away from here with some sort of cunning magical plan? And when you do I will finally have proof that you have fairies!! This projector does more than help me break the wills of children everywhere… but it is also a recording machine that will film any and all magical activity! Crocker started to laugh manically but the class were too groggy to notice.
As time progressed the class grew ever wearier. Crocker however was constantly on the alert for anything magical. Timmy had his head buried in his hands where his oddly coloured erasers were also located.
"Cheer up Timmy!" The green eraser chirped.
"How can I? I'm bored out of my skull!" Timmy said a little too loudly.
"There's not long now sport" Wanda said quietly. "Just wait a little longer and it will be lunch time"
"How about it is home time? Like now?" Timmy asked as he raised his head. He had a grin on his face.
"I wish…"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Crocker exclaimed under his breath.
As Timmy began to utter his wish to his Fairy God Erasers one of his back-up friends, Sanjay decided to speak up.
"This boring-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing" He yelled. Several meows were heard and cats jumped through the window. They all gathered around Sanjay's chair and rubbed up against him. "Oh, not again" He cried which prompted the cats to purr and meow louder.
In surprise Timmy ended with wish with "I wish… that Crocker's lesson was… attracting cats?!?"
Cosmo and Wanda looked at each other a little uncertainly but never the less raised their wands and they both glowed yellow. A puff of smoke later and the classroom began to shake. The kids left the classroom in a panicked yell, a happy Timmy Turner among them.
A furry swarm of angry moggies poured through the door and windows of the classroom. Their target, Mr Crocker…
"Oh poopy" was all he could muster as the sea of fur consumed him and began to scratch every part of him. "Not the face, gah!"