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Chapter 5: The Return of the Memories
Norm sighed in relief. He had finally blown himself all the way to Chester's home. Now, it was time for his revenge! If he was even capable of it…
He was a gumball, and he had no wand, so what could he do?
Norm was then hit with a flash flood of images.
A kid wishing for various things. Trapping the kid's fairy godparents. The kid hurting him with smoof, tacks and bess. The kid's name: Timmy Tiberius Turner.
Trying to kill the kid with a crazy fairy-hunting teacher named Crocker. Stranding Crocker on Mars.
In his lamp with the Mayor, granting his boring, usual wishes.
Tricking Chester to make Turner's fairies quit.
Entering Fairy Idol. Singing "Gimme the Wand."
Turner's fairies winning and him hitting them with a wrecking ball.
Helping the world with Chester. Chester defending him in Fairy Court.
Getting upset about Chester's gross mobile home. Chester taking interest in boring stuff.
Becoming an Anti-Fairy.
Meeting Calais.
Saving the world from Anti-Cosmo.
Norm wasn't sure if he was capable of processing those images – memories. They certainly did explain why he was a fairy, and why Chester thought he cared about him. As well as why Calais thought that he wanted to get into her pants.
However, Norm didn't feel that those memories actually belonged to him yet. He didn't care about Chester. He didn't feel an irresistible urge to shoot double entendres at Calais. He didn't long for Turner's death. The memories were there, but the emotions weren't.
"A floating gumball? Cool!"
Norm groaned. His memories told him that the previous line was typical behavior for Chester. Chester would probably snap him up next if he didn't explain very clearly that he wasn't actually a gumball.
"I'm Norm the Fairy/Genie! Your fairy godparent?"
"I wish we were with Timmy!"
Norm groaned.
POOF!
Norm was surprised to see that Turner was on a circular blue stage, with a video game in the background, and holding a white guitar. That looked like part of Fairy World.
However, he was even more surprised to see that Calais was on the stage too. Norm glanced at Turner's hands again. He was holding an oil lamp.
Turner had Calais!
Norm once again remembered how Turner had hurt him. No, he couldn't let that happen to Calais. He did use to want her after all.
Norm POOFed Calais' lamp out of Turner's hands, just as pink lightning came down from the sky, and a man that looked remarkably like Turner materialized. Norm groaned. Was that guy Future Turner or something?
"Do not cheer for Timmy Turner! I am the true Chosen One!"
Well, that theory was busted. Chosen One? Had Turner been up to stuff while he was trapped? Was he the Chosen One when he had his godparents? If so, Norm had probably caused quite the trouble when he made them quit.
"True Chosen One? What does that mean? The Wand worked perfect for me. How am I not the Chosen One?"
"I was first," protested the grown-up Turner-like guy. "For it was, I, Turbo Thunder, who trained himself for many years to harness to power of light in order to defeat the Darkness!"
The Darkness! Now that Norm had heard of! When he had first met one of his own kind, they had mentioned the Darkness.
"The Darkness, that is the last I remember of Genie World. Just the Darkness."
"Darkness?"
"The Darkness."
"Okay?"
Norm hadn't thought about that moment for centuries. Turbo Thunder had to be talking about the same Darkness! But, why did it get defeated fifty thousand years after destroying his life? That made no sense.
"And I would have too. If I wasn't late. Stupid daylight savings! Spring forward, fall back! Come on!"
Norm groaned.
The crowd just stared, until one of them told Turbo Thunder that he stank.
"You won't think I stink when the Darkness returns and I save you with my mighty Thunder-Pits!"
Thunder-Pits, honestly!
The crowd obviously agreed, since they hit Turbo Thunder with tomatoes. Some of them hit Turner, and Norm clapped. Even if he didn't feel intense hate for Turner anymore, watching him getting hit was entertaining!
"Hey, Calais!" called Norm.
"What, Gumball?"
Norm groaned. Calais had clearly viewed his time as a gumball. Great. Just great.
GONG!
Calais appeared beside him.
"Turner is a real jerk to genies," replied Norm. "At least he was to me. Did he harm you?"
"Nope, I'm perfectly fine, Gumball."
Norm noticed that Calais had said "Gumball" affectionately, not mockingly. She had a pet name for him. Well that was progress.
Norm grinned. His memories seemed to be re-integrating and regaining emotion and order.
"Remember me now, do ya?"
"Yeah," replied Norm. "You're too shagadelic to forget."
"You'll only get a shag if you transform into a gumball for it," teased Calais, rolling her eyes.
"Gumball fetish?" questioned Norm. "I can't believe I didn't guess that!"
"Yeah, but you're so conceited that of course you would not assume that any 'dame' would have a fetish for something other than you."
Norm blushed. "If it's gumball you want, it's gumball you've got!"
Calais smiled and kissed him. Sure, he wasn't a gumball now, but after he had lost his memories, she had realized how much she felt for him!
Norm felt unbelievably blissful. Calais finally wanted him!
Timmy was signing toy guitars for fairy kids. He missed Tootie. Why wasn't she there? It was the perfect time for her to get something signed by him, which Timmy guessed that she had wanted a lot when she was human.
"TURNER! I WILL BE DEDICATING A STATUE TO YOU IN TWO MINUTES! IF YOU DON'T COME, FAIRY WORLD BE GRAVELY MAD AT YOU!"
"Who are you?"
"JORGEN VON STRANGLE!"
"Calais, I wish I was wherever the statue is," said Timmy fearfully. Jorgen's full name caused him to fear what would happen to him if he didn't come.
GONG!
Genies are bound in such a way that they have to grant all wishes literally or worse than intended. Which was why…
Timmy ended up in front of Fairy Town Hall, on top of the statue.
Jorgen said a dedication.
When the dedication was over, Timmy tried to get off the statue, but found that he couldn't. He face-palmed.
"TURNER! TALK-SHOWS NOW!"
"I wish I had three more wishes, I wish I was my second-last wish was canceled, I wish I was at a talk show, and I wish I had three more wishes!"
GONG!
GONG!
GONG!
GONG!
Timmy appeared at the talk show, without the statue.
The royalty of Yuggotamia gushed about how gross, dark and evil Yuggotamia was.
"… and the sky is full of giant fireballs headed right at us!"
"It's just like the night we first … giant FIREBALLS!"
The fireballs smashed onto the palace, leading King Grippulon to conclude that Yuggotamia was under attack. He announced this conclusion in a loud, terrified voice.
Yuggotamians ran about chaotically, as robots shot at them and their tanks.
The king and queen went for the escape pods. There were three, but the third was unnecessary. Mark, their son, had married Man-DIE, the princess of Boudacia a few months ago and had created an alliance between them. The king and queen were overwhelmingly glad that it was out of the way. Man-DIE abused Mark, didn't love him and turned her planet into a dictatorship named after her. Mark's parents approved of such cruelty.
They got into the pods. The queen asked the king if he knew how to operate the royal escape pods. His response was in the positive and he hit the button to prove it.
The escape pods blasted off!
The Eliminators continued sucking in Yuggotamian stuff, and a shadow descended over the planet.