I'm planning on covering certain episodes of the season and beyond with this twist in the scenario. If there are certain episodes you want to see, let me know. I want to do "Open up and say Agh." even though it technically already happened, but I had already had that chapter planned before I found out that it aired a few weeks before the Oddlympics. I'm not sure about Wishology because its a lot to cover, but if I don't do it, I will just bump it back in the timeline making it already happen and just show after affects from the events in the specials. Let me know what you want to see though.
The school day had come to a close. Mr. Crocker had hardly taken his eyes off of him the entire day, but without the worry of him catching his fairies, it hardly bothered him. The only thing that did bother Timmy however was the big report Crocker had assigned.
Crocker passed out a huge geography and history report, each giving the students a crazy country to research. Oh well, at least he had Australia. Timmy knew a lot about Australia. They had kangaroos, boomerangs, dingoes, and uh, kangaroos. It shouldn't be too hard to do a three page paper. He'd probably just write a bunch of stuff down and get his usual F.
But then Timmy suddenly remembered, he couldn't fake his way through the essay. HP would be keeping a watchful eye on his grades now. Speaking of which, he needed to look presentable again, and fast.
Timmy yanked off his hoodie, stuffing it in his locker. He pulled out his tie, shoving it over his head and tightening it. Timmy tucked his shirt into his pants. He was just about to leave the school when he remembered he was still in his gym shoes. Timmy quickly swapped his shoes out and tried to fix his hair the best he could before he saw a stupid gray car pull up.
Timmy trudged over to the car and plopped in. Once they were out of sight from the school, they had pinged back to Pixey World.
"Well Turner, ready for your first day as my evil office boy?" HP asked with a grin as he had turned back into his Pixey form.
"Oh boy, am I ever." Timmy replied sarcastically. "That sounds totally fun and not horrible at all. You know I-"
Before Timmy could even utter another word, he nearly gagged. There was a big pink bar of soap in his mouth. He yanked it out and rubbed the suds off of his tongue.
"You better watch your mouth Timmy, or else you are going to have to be washing it out quite a bit." HP said as the soap had disappeared.
Timmy glared at the Pixey, not appreciating the soap to the mouth. Who did he think he was? Besides, he wasn't really smarting off that much.
"Well, if that's all that you have to say, let's get you started." HP said as he pinged them into the middle of a busy office.
Pixies were rapidly typing away at keyboards, inputting numbers into calculators, chatting away in a monotone on their phones, and darting around with stacks of papers. There was so much going on it made Timmy's head spin.
"Now, we're going to be starting you at the bottom rung. Maybe if you behave yourself, you might earn a promotion." HP said.
Timmy crossed his arms and said. "Fine. What do you want me to do?"
"You are the Pixey gofer." HP answered.
"Gopher?" Timmy repeated. "I know I have big teeth but-"
HP raised up his phone and Timmy found his mouth taped shut. "Not like that. A gofer is an errand boy. You run and grab the coffee, the large scale prints, or whatever anyone needs. And you can start by picking up this order from the printers. Take it to room 318. They'll know what to do with it once you deliver it. Then call me once you are done with that."
HP handed Timmy a small slip of paper before pinging away. Timmy stuffed the paper into his jean pocket and walked down to the city street. He looked around, fully realizing how much everything looked the same. Which building was the printers? Was it the smaller one?
Timmy walked over to the small building, but the scent of coffee made him stop and rethink his choice. He looked around, wondering which one HP had pointed to. Timmy remembered that he could hear the sounds of the printers coming from the building, but every building had so much sound coming from them that it was hard to distinguish where the printer sounds were coming from.
Timmy's stomach twisted in knots. Sure he could call HP and ask, but then he would know that he wasn't paying attention, and he did not need the Pixey on his case more than necessary. Timmy was sure that he would find the place - eventually. Still, it didn't help that every other building looked alike.
The city streets started to run together the more he walked around. Soon, Timmy wasn't even sure where the office he had started out in was. But at least he had found the printers. Timmy walked into the busy print shop and pulled out the slip of paper and handed it to the pixey behind a desk.
The pixy smiled wickedly, "Enjoying your new job as HP's gofer?"
Timmy clenched his hands, not wanting to let his emotions get the better of him. "I'd enjoy it a lot more if you got me my order."
The pixey raised his phone and a large stack of papers appeared on the desk. Timmy grabbed the stack of papers, already feeling the great weight in his hands.
"What's the best way to get back to the coffee shop from here?" Timmy asked, remembering that the office was right beside the coffee shop.
"First left, second right, next left." Pixy replied.
"Thanks." Timmy muttered as he walked out the door with the large stack of papers.
The walk back was certainly a lot shorter since he knew where he was going, although the weight of the papers made it feel like it was taking forever to get anywhere. Soon enough, Timmy could smell coffee and he looked around for the office building he had come from.
Was this eight story building the one he had come from? Maybe it was the six story building. Oh heck, he didn't know. Would it kill them to differentiate their buildings with different shades of gray at least, or maybe have a slightly different window placement.
Timmy walked into the six story building and made his way over to the elevator. It dinned and he stepped inside. Using his elbow, he pushed the button for the third floor and waited for the elevator to rise through the building.
Man, Timmy couldn't wait to set these papers down. His arms were killing him. Now, which room did HP say to go to? Was it 315? No it was an even numbered room. But which one? Timmy just wanted to throw the papers down and storm off, but he was stuck here, forever. No way was he getting out of this.
As if HP could hear his thoughts, the pixey had appeared beside him. His arms were crossed and his eyebrows were narrowed. Great, he must have taken too long.
"What are you doing Turner?" HP asked.
"Delivering these papers." Timmy answered.
HP rubbed his temples and sighed. "You are in the completely wrong building."
"Well how was I supposed to know which building is which? They all pretty much look the same." Timmy said defending himself.
HP raised his phone and they were pinged to a nearly identical hallway.
"See. They all look the same, even on the inside." Timmy said.
HP sighed and Timmy heard a ping come from his pocket.
"There. Now your phone has a built in GPS. I don't think that you'll be getting lost again. If you do, I'll demote you." HP said.
Timmy raised an eyebrow. "But I thought I was already on the bottom rung."
HP smiled and Timmy felt chills run down his spine. "Oh, I can think of something to demote you to."
Timmy gulped. That did not sound good, not at all. He wondered just what the pixey would make him do. Timmy hoped that he would never have to find out.