Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly OddParents.

Author's Note: Concrit appreciated, particularly on characterization. Tootie lies quite a bit in this chapter (because of previous events in this chapter) so, if Tootie says something blatantly or subtly false, it the next paragraph or sentence will probably explain it as such.


Chapter 4: Anti-Fairy Caused Escapes

Anti-Irving ANTI-POOFed into Abracatraz and approached the nearest Pixie's cell.

"We will set you free if you vow that you'll do one task for us," said Anti-Irving sinisterly, "disguise yourself as Chester McBadbat and wish for stuff you like. Boring, business stuff. Got it?"

"Yes," replied the Pixie, smiling in a way that was the Pixie equivalent of sinister, "we have our own grudge against Chester and Norm. Destroying their lives will be boring – in a what-most-people-call-fun way. I agree to the proposition."

Anti-Irving set the Pixie free, as the Pixie transformed himself into Chester McBadbat and PINGed himself to Earth.


Tootie overheard them from her cell, which was close to the Pixie's. She wondered why the weird blue-bat guy, which she heard was called an 'Anti-Fairy', wanted the businessmen guy, which she heard was called a 'Pixie', to disguise himself as Chester McBadbat, but she was sure that their motive was not a kind-hearted one.

Chester was one of Timmy's friends, so Tootie figured it would hurt Timmy deeply if the 'Pixie' and the 'Anti-Fairy' harmed him. She had to stop them, but how? She knew she was a fairy, so she had magic, right?

She tried to use her wand, but it farted instead. Gross. Why did it fart? What was wrong?

Tootie wondered if the suit she was forced into after getting captured by the muscled fairy was restricting her magic. Probably, since there was no good reason for fairies not to be capable of what she had attempted.

Tootie smiled. She had a plan.


"Hey, Anti-Fairy!" she called, "can you help me escape TOO? I was trapped in here for harming TIMMY AND CHESTER TOO!"

That was a blatant lie if you knew Tootie, but she presumed the Anti-Fairy didn't know her well. She was right.

"Alright," said the Anti-Fairy, setting her free, "You can go free. Just don't come up with your own second-rate plan and have it interfere with ours. It's the Anti-Fairies' plan, not the second-rate nerdy fairy girl's plan. How could fairies even have kids anyway?"

"Point taken," replied Tootie, glamouring herself to look like a Pixie, now that her anti-magic suit was removed, then lying, "I'm a Pixie in disguise. A very bad disguise though."

She POOFed herself to Earth, Chester's trailer park, and became invisible. She was glad to finally be free from Abracatraz and didn't want to lose her freedom anytime soon – or ever.

"I wish I had a stock market chart," said Chester in a monotone.

Tootie assumed that Chester was actually the Pixie in disguise. Chester would never want a stock market chart.

"Trackster Teeth, are you sick?" asked the what-Tootie-assumed-to-be-a-genie with the fairy crown, "Since when were you interested in stock market charts? Did Crockpot say you had to look at them for homework or something?"

The-Pixie-disguised-as-Chester glared at his crowned genie.

"Alright, alright," said the crowned genie, rolling his lilac eyes, which reminded Tootie of Vicky's, except his looked a bit more purple and darker, "it's just I thought you'd wish for something better."

POOF!

A stock market chart appeared and the-Pixie-disguised-as-Chester started gazing at it intently, which the real Chester would never do.

The crowned genie groaned and facewanded. He also seemed to know that the real Chester wasn't the type to stare intently at stock market charts.

"Hey, Chester!" called Norm, "do you want to play baseball with me?"

"No," replied Chester in a monotone, "that's fun. Pi-I don't like fun."

"Chester, you like fun," replied Norm, "You aren't a Pixie, you know!"

The-Pixie-disguised-as-Chester seemed to had almost said that he was a Pixie, and then had cut himself off as soon as he had realized that admitting to his identity would be detrimental to what he had came to do.


POOF!

Norm took himself and Chester to a baseball game, hoping Chester would be interested. However, Chester spent the entire time muttering, "too fun, not business-like," as though he was some kind of Pixie. Maybe, the Pixies had brainwashed him, he had upset him by magically cleaning his house, or Chester had woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Whatever the reason was, Norm considered godparenting Chester to be more of a chore than a joyful, fun experience that day.

If the Pixies hadn't disrupted everything, and he hadn't begun to care for Chester, he could have been in bed with the sexy dame right now.

Norm groaned and went to sleep, hoping Chester would be a better and more fun godkid, like usual, when he woke up.

Anti-Irving and Anti-Fortune reported the events to Anti-Cosmo. He smiled. The seeds of resentment seemed to have been successfully planted. Now, they just needed to be watered and he was sure the Pixie and his maybe-loyal-but-the-truth-was-he-wasn't-sure Anti-Fairies would do a brilliant job. The Pixie did have a grudge against Chester and Norm, and the Anti-Fairies did want bad luck to reign supreme, just like he did. So, far his plan was going perfectly!