Fairly Odd Countdown Calendar
I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. Butch Hartman does.
Pairing: Parental Mom & Timmy.
Prompt: Christmas Sweaters.
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"Okay, guys, we're almost done with the Wish List." Timmy said to his fairies as they held their wands at the ready. "Ready? I wish -"
"Oh, Timmy!"
A female voice - one that belonged to his mother - interrupted him before he could get the last few words out. Timmy froze, listening out for oncoming footsteps. When the sound of high heels on laminated flooring reached his ears, he whipped around to his fairies, "Quick! Activate fish mode!"
Cosmo, Wanda and Poof quickly waved their wands once and, in seconds, had changed into their goldfish forms. The three splashed into the water of their bowl, just as Mrs. Turner knocked on the door. "Timmy?" She called again.
"Come in." Timmy called back, making sure to make himself appear as casual as possible as his mother opened the door and poked her head in.
"Timmy, are you okay? I thought I heard voices." She asked, eyes darting around the room to check for any intruders. It wasn't that she thought her son was crazy or anything, she just…seemed to catch him talking to himself an awful lot. Though, wasn't it normal for kids to have imaginary friends?
"Nothing wrong, Mom. Just talking to my fish." Timmy gestured to the bowl with one little wave.
"Oh. No need to call the police then." Mom muttered as she stepped into the room, hands behind her back.
"Something you needed, Mom?"
"Oh, right! I almost forgot!" Mrs. Turner exclaimed as her brightened up with an excited grin. "Look what I made just for you!" She took her hands out from behind her back. Timmy immediately blanched.
It was a sweater, he supposed. Well, he was sure the original idea was for it to be a sweater. From where he was standing, he could tell it was not going to fit him. The sleeves alone would most likely swallow his arms and - what on earth was that giant hole on the top?
"Uh…Thanks, Mom…" Timmy muttered awkwardly.
"Oh, I knew you'd love it!" She exclaimed in delight, then thrust it out to him, "Here! Try it on!"
"Uh…No, Mom, that's okay…"
"Oh, come on! Please?"
Timmy took a quick glance at his fish. Cosmo was giggling to himself, Wanda was giving him a knowing look and Poof simply stared with a little smile on his face. The young boy sighed. If he didn't try it on now, not only would he upset his mother but Wanda would probably chew him out for it later. Oh, well.
"Okay…" He muttered as he held out his hands.
Mrs. Turner grinned and quickly handed it to him. "I didn't know how big your head was," she said as he pulled it over himself, "so I used a bowling ball for size!"
Ah. Well, that was obvious. It slipped right over his head, large enough to reveal some of his shirt as he pulled it down to his shoulders. He was right. The sleeves completely buried his arms and hands and the sweater itself looked almost like a dress. It was made of yarn, striped with green and red and was decorated with white puffballs.
Timmy scratched at his arms and back, "It's…a little itchy…"
"But you like it, right?" Mrs. Turner asked hopefully.
Timmy sighed and took another look at his fish. Wanda nodded encouragingly while Cosmo continued giggling. "Yeah, Mom. I really like it."
"Oh, I knew you would!" Mrs. Turner practically squealed, "Oh! Wait here! I'll go get the matching scarf!" She raced from the room.
Timmy let himself smile a little. Admittedly, his mother wasn't that good at much, but at least she tried.
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Author's note:
I have nothing to say.