Timmy just stood there with his mouth open in disbelief at what Trixie just said. So much so that he barely noticed the green pencil, pink pen and purple eraser magically popping out of his back pocket.
"What did she just say!" the pink pen asked Timmy quietly. She didn't get a response. And neither did Trixie, which made her narrow her eyes and look Timmy up and down.
"Something funny is going on her." said Trixie. She pulled down her turtle neck with one hand pulled out a chain with a silver whistle hanging on it with the other. Timmy saw that it almost glowed…as if by magic. Then he saw the star engraved in the side and knew it was no ordinary whistle…which couldn't be good.
"I know Jorgen really doesn't like to be bothered…" She said as she turned the whistle in her hands, contemplating her next move. "…but I'd feel better if he checked this out. "
"What!" blurted out Timmy and the fairies in unison.
"How could she possible know about Jorgen?" yelled Wanda as she turned to Cosmo.
"I have a better question…WHAT DO WE DO NOW!" panicked Cosmo.
"I want you guys to show yourselves." said Timmy, the last shock seemingly returning his senses.
"WHAT?" yelled Cosmo and Wanda.
"Do it!" Timmy firmly whispered.
"Timmy, have lost your mind! If we reveal ourselves to Trixie, we'll be taken away forever!" said Wanda.
"Yeah, but she obviously knows about you. Trust me. I have a good feeling about this…I think." said Timmy. "Besides, either way you'll be facing Jorgen in about 5 seconds."
"That's crazy…there's no way she could know about…" said Wanda.
"I wish you'd show yourselves!" whispered sternly. Both Cosmo and Wanda shot a horrified look at each other as they shut their eyes, and fought ever instinct in there body to force their wands up.
Cosmo, Wanda and Poof appeared above Timmy and Trixie's heads in a magical poof. The two older fairies still had their eyes shut and braced against each other, expecting the worst. But after a few moments, they both opened an eye and peeked at the girl, who now seemed slightly relieved at there appearance. They looked around and waited. Their grip on each other loosened as they realized nothing was happing. Then they looked back at Trixie.
"Oh, thank goodness you guys are here. I was just about…well never mind." said Trixie in an upbeat manner as she tucked the whistle back in it's hiding spot. Then the three fairies watched as Trixie directed her attention from them to Timmy.
"Well…what happened this time?" Trixie said casually as reached out and grabbed Timmy's head, abruptly turning to the side and look in in his ear.
"Well…what?" asked Cosmo slowly as the two fairies glanced at each other.
"I mean what did he wish for this time that made him forget a bunch of stuff…" she asked as she turned Timmy's face back to hers. And much to Timmy's surprise, she reached into his mouth and grabbed his tongue. Timmy let out a gargled noise as she stretched the tongue and examined it.
"Umm" the two fairies said in unison as the glanced at each other and saw the same look of desperation on each others faces. But then their attention was pulled away by loud footsteps heading towards them. Just then the handle to the janitor's closet began to turn. Everyone in the closet let out a small gasp as the door slowly opened. The three fairies then poofed out of sight.
As the door opened all the way the elderly janitor was startled to find the wide eyed kids staring back at him. Timmy and Trixie shifted there eyes to each other for a moment.
"Heo-oh" slurred Timmy. It was then that Trixie realized that she still had Timmy's tongue in her hand. She let go of it apparently and it flew back into Timmy's mouth.
"This…isn't the art classroom!" blurted Trixie as she wiped her hand on her jeans and produced a sheepish grin.
"Well…It used to be…but then they had to make more budget cuts." replied the janitor casually. "…But if your art lovers, I can show you a few of the pieces I've fashioned from broken lunch trays, used light bulbs and other sundries." His face lit up as he push aside some mops and brooms to reveal selves of unidentifiable figures. As he picked one up, Timmy and Trixie noticed that it was still wet, to the point that it started to drip on the floor. "Did you know when you mix sawdust with regurgitated glue, it becomes an even stronger adhesive."
"Wwwoooow!" said Trixie, trying to hid her disgust as she grabbed Timmy by the arm again and lifted up. "That is super interesting…but we don't want to be late for class." Trixie carried Timmy down the hallway.
"I'm available for commissions!" was the last thing they heard as they turned the corner. They went a few more feet down the hallway before Trixie let go of Timmy.
"That was close." said Trixie. "Listen, I'm going to be late for newspaper, but we'll talk about this later, Ok. I'll see you at lunch." With that Trixie leaned in and peck him on the cheek, sending Timmy into another daze. He barley noticed Trixe lingering near him and whispering, " Watch him for me." to seemingly no one in particular. She then turned and trotted down the hallway. "Don't be late…" she shouted as she disappeared around the corner. Timmy stood there a few seconds longer until his trance was broken by a very small but familiar voice coming from his near by locker. Timmy ran over to his locker and after he opened it, stuck his head inside. There he saw his fairies who had again disguised themselves as writing utensils.
"Did you hear that?" said the pink pen.
"Yeah…she totally knows about you guys. And she said she got that fairy whistle has something to do with Jorgen! I don't understand how that could possible happen!" said Timmy as he throw his hands up.
"Neither do we." said Wanda. "It goes against every rule in the book for a child without fairies to know about…well, fairies."
"Man…I wish there was a way to know what else has changed." said Timmy.
"Well you can wish for it but there is one thing. Every child who's ever had a fairy has an record of all the wishes they ever made and, more importantly, the results of the wishes. And as Fairy Godparents, we can request a copy to review." said Wanda.
"A list of all the wishes I would and have made in this reality? That's perfect!" said Timmy ecstatically. Wanda smiled and turned to Cosmo and Poof.
"I'll go to fairy world Fairy World and…"
"And I'm coming too!" proclaimed Timmy. Wanda turned back to Timmy with a look of surprise.
"Sweetie, you can't do that. Aside from the fact that it's wrong to skip school…" Wanda started. But then out of the corner of her eye she saw Cosmo who had formed a arm out of his pencil body and was now mockingly syncing his hand with her mouth. Wanda then poofed a pencil sharpener, which then started to spin, shaving Cosmo away at a blistering pace.
"Ahh! Gaw! Eha" sputtered Cosmo as Wanda continued over his yells.
"…But if anyone were to see you walking around Fairy World on a school day they would know something's up." finished Wanda.
"I've got to learn everything I can as fast as I can…and I can't do it in school. And who knows what else has changed around here. Fairy World is my best bet." said Timmy. "I wish I had a letter to excuse me from class until lunch." Both Wanda and the pile of pencil shavings that was Cosmo raised their wands and poofed an excuse slip for Timmy. "Thanks guys. I'll be right back." Timmy shut his locker and headed off.
Timmy ran down the hallway to the Principle's office, a smile of his face. he felt like he was once again getting a grip of the situation…that is until he was about to open the door to the office. But his had froze in place as he read the label on the door's window out loud.
"Principle…Crocker!" shouted Timmy in horror. After a moment, he could hear footsteps coming from behind the door. But it was no use. Timmy was still paralyzed by the idea that one of his worst enemies was now the supreme authority in these walls. Timmy prepared himself as the door opened. But instead of the thin, pale and bitter face of Mr. Crocker, Timmy was greeted by a short round woman with a with a huge red beehive hair style standing at the door with a smile.
"Oh, Hello Timmy Turner " said the jolly principle in her usually accent. "I thought I heard someone shrieking in disbelief and horror. What can I do'ya for?"
"Oh, Principle Waxelplax…" said Timmy with relief. Then he noticed that the principle giggled what he said for some reason.
"Oh my! It's been years since anyone has called me that. Well except for the telemarketers. Are you a telemarketer…if you are you forgot the phone." she said as she pointed at Timmy. As the principle broke out into laughter, amused by her own joke, Timmy just sat there with a confused look on his face. But as the principle raised a finger to her face to wiped away a tear from her eye, Timmy caught a glance at the ring on her hand. At that moment a new wave of horrifying visions washed over Timmy.
"So, what you got there?" said Principle Crocker she recover her poise. Timmy, still paralyzed with disgust, could only lift the paper out in front of him. Principle Crocker took the slip from him and read it over for a moment.
"Hmm…that's odd. I've never seen a slip like this before…but it's so sparkly I can't help but except it." said the Principle with delight. "Your excused for the morning. I'll just give Denny-Wenny…I… umm…". The principle stopped herself for a moment. "…mean 'Mr. Croaker' a call…to inform him that you won't be in. If that is all." The slightly embarrassed principle turned and shut her door.
Timmy stood there for a few moments longer before finally shaking himself out of his shock. He ran door the hallway to his locker and swung the door open.
"I wish we were in Fairy World! Now!" Timmy yelled. All three fairies were startled by Timmy, but rather than ask any questions they just raised there wands and where poofed away.
Timmy and the three fairies poofed some where in downtown Fairy World. Cosmo then looked over at Timmy who appeared to be on the brink of vomiting.
"What's wrong, Timmy?" said Cosmo. "I haven't the seen you look that bad since looked out the window that one morning and spotted the Dinkleburgs skinny…"
"Enough!" shouted Timmy. " I don't know how many of these surprises I can take."
"Well then don't turn around then." said Cosmo. Of course Timmy immediately did. And was surprised to see that this was the exact spot in Fairy World that they built his statute after he defeated the darkness. And the Statue was still there, but instead of just himself, it was Timmy and Trixie standing side by side in front of other figures like Wanda, Cosmo, Poof, Jorgen, his parents friends and even villains like Dark Lazer and Vicky!
"Here too!" yelled Timmy. Cosmo flew up to the statue and read the plague attached to it out loud: "Dedicated to the individuals responsible for saving Fairy World and the Universe."
"Ah that's wonderful that they included everyone." said Wanda cheerful. "It' really does make you think about…"
"Don't like it. Wish the old one was back." said Timmy bluntly.
"But Timmy…" protested Wanda, but she was cut off as Cosmo flew up and raised his Wand. In a magical poof the statue was replaced with the old one of Timmy standing there with the Fairy Wand Guitar over his head.
"Hmm…you know, now that I think about it…" said Timmy as he motioned for Cosmo to fly closer. Timmy then whispered in his ear and Cosmo raised his wand again. Then the statue was proofed in too one just like it, except for the fact that now Timmy looked much more muscular and Trixie was added again, only this time she was fawning of Timmy.
"Much better." said Timmy
"So much for laying low." grunted Wanda.
"No problem, from now on we'll focus on getting those records." said Timmy.
"Well, there's a problem." said Wanda. "They keep all the records at Fairy Command. Which you know is ran by…"
"Jorgen!" said Cosmo fearfully.
"That's right…" said Wanda " And if you were spotted by…"
"Jorgen!" yelled Cosmo again.
"Yes, Cosmo. He'll know something is up."
"Jorgen!" repeated Cosmo.
"Cosmo! Will you knock that off. We all know who your talking about!" said Wanda angrily. But her mood shifted as she realized something had blocked the sun. She slowly turned around to she was standing in the shadow of a giant fairy, his body bulging with muscles and a stern look on his face.
"My ears are burning!" said the Fairy in a low monotone voice as he glared at the three fairies and young boy.
"Jorgen!" yelled Timmy and Wanda.
"That's what I was saying."