Fairly Odd Countdown Calendar
I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. Butch Hartman does.
Pairing: parental Mom x Timmy.
Prompt: Fruitcake.
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"Okay, guys, let's try this again." Timmy instructed to his fairies, "I wish -"
"WAAAAAHHHHH!"
Timmy jolted on the spot, surprised by this sudden bout of bawling. The boy frowned, "Oh, what now?!"
Once again, his mother had interrupted one of his wishes. Why did this always happen to him? The boy sighed and walked out of his room, wandering down the stairs with his fairies disguised as flies.
Once he entered the kitchen, he saw his mother on her knees, sobbing into the palms of her hands. Timmy raised an eyebrow, wondering what the cause of his mother's crying could be, until he saw the mass of black on the table. "Mom? Is that…cake?"
Mrs. Turner raised her head long enough to say, "It was supposed to be the fruitcake for Christmas! But it's RUINED!" She buried her face into her hands again, bawling even louder at her failure.
Timmy approached the ruined cake was caution (could never be too careful with his mother's baking). The thing was completely charred, no evidence of actual cake or fruit at all. He looked back to his mother.
Usually, he'd find the bawling of his mother to be an annoyance, a loud noise that would only stop his wish-making. Now, it just made him feel bad. Maybe it was because of the Christmas season. Who could be sad so close to Christmas?!
Timmy gestured to his fairies, who waved their little wands. Sparkles enveloped the cake as Timmy turned to his mother, "What're you talking about, Mom? It's fine!"
"No, it's not! It's - Huh?" Mom paused as she approached it, only to find a perfect fruitcake sitting in the cake tin. "But…But…"
"See? Nothing wrong!" Timmy gestured to it.
"But…Timmy, did you do something?"
"Ah, you know what they say, Mom: when it comes to baking, you just need a little magic." Timmy smiled.
Mom looked at her son, a look of endearment on her face, and she enveloped him in a hug, "Oh, thanks, Timmy! You're the best!"
Timmy's smile widened, "No problem, Mom."
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Author's note:
I hate fruitcake. Absolutely despise it. It is my third most hated food.