Fairly Odd Countdown Calendar
I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. Butch Hartman does.
Pairing: friendship(?) Mr. Turner x Mr. Dinkleberg.
Prompt: Eggnog.
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He didn't care whether it was Christmas or not! Nothing was going to make him spend it with Dinkleberg.
His wife, sick of the 'feud' between them (can it even be called that?), had actually invited the Dinklebergs around for Christmas dinner. Ha! No way! Not in his house.
As stated before, nothing was going to make him spend Christmas dinner with him.
"Hey, Turner!"
Speak of the devil.
Mr. Turner looked up from his shovelling (snow seemed heavier this year…), only to see Mr. Dinkleberg walked over. He was holding something, but Mr. Turner couldn't see what it was.
"What do you want?" Mr. Turner asked rudely, purposely trying to warn him away.
It didn't work, however, for Dinkleberg continued his walk around the fence separating their homes and over to Timmy's dad.
"I know it's a little early for presents," Dinkleberg said with a slight chuckle, almost awkward, "but my wife accidentally bought a little too much eggnog and I can't really stand the stuff."
Mr. Turner's eyebrows perked up at the sound of his favourite festive drink; even more so when Mr. Dinkleberg held up a carton of it.
With a friendly smile, the neighbour held it out, "I remembered how much you loved it though, so here. You can have it."
Mr. Turner eyed it warily, then quickly snatched it just in case Dinkleberg changed his mind or attempted some sort of trap. He checked it over quickly. Yup. That was the good ol' artery-clogging eggnog alright. No doubt about it.
Without waiting for a thank you, Dinkleberg made his way back around the fence, waving as he did so, "See ya later, Turner! Happy holidays!"
As the man disappeared into his home, Mr. Turner scowled. Oh, no, he wasn't falling for that 'good neighbour' façade. He knew Dinkleberg was up to something. Nothing could convince him otherwise. "Dinkleberg…"
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Author's note:
I've never actually tried eggnog. Thoughts on it?