It was now or never. Time to make a break for it.
Timmy closed his eyes, and turned to face the wall.
Beaver Teeth, don't fail me now!
And Timmy promptly bit at the wooden wall, staggering back as he spit chunks of wood out of his mouth.
Wow.
By the end of this, he was going to forever know what type of polish they used for the woodwork.
Timmy licked his lips.
Huh.
Lemony fresh.
It took over an hour, but Timmy did it.
SMASH!
After wearing away at the already rather rotten wood, he had done it. Timmy made a mental note to thank the Tooth Fairy later.
And Cosmo, for that song he had used to sing that inspired him so....
"When there's a job that must be done,
Don't turn your tail and run,
Don't whine, Don't sob.....
Just do a half baked job......"
Timmy had to smile at that familiar song. Cosmo sang it whenever it was time to clean Timmy's room.
"If you cut every corner, it's really not so bad,
Everybody does it,
Even Mom and Dad.
If nobody sees it-then no one gets mad!
It's the American way!
Timmy shook his head as he rushed out of the building.....
And blinked at the enormous piles of trash at his feet.
The Eliminator...had brought him into an old junkyard?
That meant that there WAS someone here to help him.
If he were quick enough.
Timmy hummed to himself slightly as he ducked in and out of piles of trash.
Thankfully, Chester had taught him how to properly dumpster dive.
The policeman off the street, does need time to rest his feet....
As Fighting crimes is not his cup of tea....
And the clerk from the store
Can charge a little more
For Milk
And Meat
From Nineteen Eighty Four....
If you cut every corner, you have more time for play!
It's the Ameri-
YES!
And Timmy ducked under the old metal railing, heart pounding like wildfire as his hand, groping blindly in the darkness, found something slimy and wet.
Timmy shuddered, but managed a smile.
"Hey, Duuuuuuuude!"
The ten year old never thought he'd be so happy to see Mark's depressing metal chambers, but his heartrate-which had been like a frightened rabbit's just few minutes before-
was beginning to calm down a bit, if not only slightly.
Mark had generously offered Timmy some cabbage casserole as they came inside. Timmy declined, but even thought the flies hanging around it were dying, he still had to admit it
looked more appetizing then one of Mom's Friday Night dinners.
"So, what can I do for you, mi amigo?"
Timmy swallowed.
Time to handle this quickly.....calmly.....and maturely.
Easy now.....easy....Timmy opened his mouth....
Mark leaned forward, red eyes looking puzzled....
Well, he could trust Mark. After all, much to Timmy's disgust, once Mark had swallowed Timmy whole to protect him from the Darkness after pursuing Turbo Thunder.
That had been, without question, one of the-I'd-rather-not-do-that-for-another-millisecond-my-lifetime thing for Timmy, but he had to admit some gratitude towards his alien
sidekick.
Nothing said friendship like swallowing you to hide you in your gut.
Timmy turned slightly green at the memory and groaned. Mark raised an eyebrow.
"Turner...."
At this, Timmy broke lose.
"LastnightIgotcaughtbyadreangedeliminator-thelastoneofit'skindandnowI'mseriouslyintroublebecauseit'sooutthereLOOKINGformeandthere'snothingIcandomyfairiesaregoneand-"
A tentacle slapped his upside the face. Timmy grunted, then rubbed at his aching jaw.
"Thanks."
Well, at least he handled the "Quickly" part rather well.
Mark's eyes grew enormous.
"ONE LEFT?! An Eliminator?"
Timmy nodded, then shuddered. Mark reached for his spoon, and quickly helped himself to another bite of cabbage casserole. Timmy shuddered.
Mark's breath smelled like something had crawled into his mouth and died.
But Timmy wasn't sure it went to Heaven.
"So," commented Mark between bites.
"You have no fairies."
"Yup."
"No way to contact them?"
"Nope."
"There's a demented Eliminator chasing you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Who thinks you're sick."
"Si."
"And is probably going to rip up Dimmsdale to find you?"
Timmy shuddered.
"Sounds about right?"
Mark sighed, and leapt to his feet. Er....tentacles.
"Let me sum up the situation as such:
AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Timmy jumped.
"What am I supposed to do? Where am I going to go?!"
Mark sighed again.
"Well....I guess the best option would be one thing."
Timmy turned to him, baby blue orbs frantic.
"WHAT?! He'll be back ANY minute!"
Mark opened his mouth.....
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Three...
Two....
One....
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Even as the ship rocketed into the sky, the alien groaned as he clenched his stomach.
Now he knew how father felt when he'd been expectant of him....what with the kicking and the growling and the death threats.....
"MARK! Let me out of here!"
"Dude, you're seriously giving me indigestion."
Mark cringed as he felt Timmy bristle.
"INDIGESTION?! I'll give you an ulcer if you don't puke me out right now!"
"I'd LOVE to, Turner......but this Eliminator sounds kinda good at tracking. Better safe then sorry-and if I have to keep my best friend safe by eating him, so be it!"
"So that's it? You rocket me off to space in your STOMACH?! I demand my attorney!"
Mark huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Dude.....lawyers are bloodsucking parasites that are dishonest and devious as....as...."
"Norm the Genie?"
"Exactly! You'll find plenty on our home planet."
Timmy blinked in the damp darkness.
"Yugopotania? Doesn't that seem maybe a LITTLE obvious?"
Mark paused at the controls.
"Good point. Ooh! I know!"
And, as the Ship hurtled into the darkness of space, Timmy groaned.
"Dude....I'm gonna hurl."
"Really? Do it, do it, do it!"
But not one of them noticed the small plume of fire exactly on their tails.