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Dialogue Key

"I wish Vicky had a fish head!" = Regular Speech

'Oh great! The wand not working 'PBBLPT!' noise!' = Thoughts

"May the Force be with you." = Someone Yelling

Parental Reactions

***Third Person POV. (Fairly OddParents Universe)***

It was nine o'clock by the time Timmy's parents got home from their day of having fun and they're still laughing about it. Timmy's mom is a woman of average height with brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes, while Timmy's dad is a somewhat scrawny man with black hair, brown eyes, what looks like a double chin, and tan skin. Looking at the two, it's easy to see which of the two their son got his old looks from.

"Boy, that was some night, right Honey? A whole evening of dancing and fun with just the two of us." Timmy's Dad said.

"It's just too bad we had to exclude Tommy from this dance night. He would have love this." Timmy's Mom said as she felt a little guilty excluding her only child from so many fun things. "Come to think of it, I can't remember the last time we did something together as a family. Just the three of us."

"Nah, I'm sure he's fine. Lawrence is a strong, independent young man and can easily take care of himself. Even if we do hire Vicky to babysit him." Timmy's Dad said as he proved how he and his wife can't even remember their own son's name anymore. "But, if it'll make you feel better, we'll talk to our son and make plans to go on a camping trip this weekend. Just a whole weekend away from the stresses of the big city, just like when he was a ten year old Squirrely Scout."

Timmy's Mom brightened up considerably at this idea. She may not really remember much about her son anymore, but she does remember how much he used to love camping as a kid. And he was pretty good at it too.

"Oh, that's a great idea! Let's go tell him now!"

And so, the two blissfully unaware parents of Timmy Turner started up the stairs to their son's room to surprise him with a weekend camping trip.

"Oh, Bobby! We're home, and we have a surprise for you!" Timmy's Dad said in a sing-song voice.

They didn't even wait for a response as they opened the door with their eyes closed… only to gasp in shock and fear as they saw both the vacant room and the note on Timmy's desk. Right next to his now powerless laptop computer.

"Goodbye forever?!" gasped Timmy's Mom.

She picked up the note and she and her husband were quick to read it. They didn't pay attention to all of the details, but made a mental note of this evidence towards Vicky.

"HE'S GONE!" cried Timmy's Mom.

She broke down sobbing, not even stopping as her husband took the note and shoved her onto their son's bed.

"And he misspelled 'EVER!'. Oh, but he can spell Dinkleberg just fine." Timmy's Dad added, more concerned about the spelling and grammar.

But only for a moment as his wife's crying reached his ears. The normally oblivious man knelt down to put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"There, there, Honey. We'll find Timmy no matter what. He couldn't have gone too far and can't have been gone too long." he said reassuringly.

But unknown to the Turner parents, a certain ex-stalker heard their entire conversation through Timmy's open window. Tootie grew concerned immediately. True, she may no longer have any romantic feelings for the boy, but that doesn't mean she wants him out of her life forever. She was hoping that they could be friends but always kept her distance so as to not make things awkward between them. And she sees now that this was the wrong course of action.

"Timmy left forever? Without even saying goodbye?" she mumbled to herself.

Her eyes hardened behind her glasses as she became totally serious. She just knows that her mean, older sister is part of the reason he's gone and she won't stand for it. Tootie's just glad that Vicky moved out of the house when she turned twenty-one years old. Much less stress, fear, and torment for her and her parents.

Taking her phone out of her pocket, Tootie started dialing the numbers of all of Timmy's friends. If she's going to have any hope of finding Timmy and bringing him home, as well as perhaps getting Vicky fired and banned from ever babysitting ever again, she's going to need to pull out all the stops. Good thing she planned ahead for just such a contingency.

Back with Timmy's Mom and Dad, the distraught mother has finally calmed down enough to think rationally about this whole situation. So they quickly made their way to their car as they tried to come up with a plan to finding their son. One that, hopefully, won't blow up in their faces like so many other plans of theirs seem to do.

"Let's start by asking Timmy's friends if they know anything about why Timmy ran away. If there's anyone he would trust enough to confide in, it's them." Timmy's Dad suggested as he actually said something smart for once.

"Oh, if only there was somebody who knew for sure why Timmy ran away. Someone who would be willing to share with us his reasons." Timmy's Mom said in longing.

Suddenly, a paper airplane flew in through the car's open window and almost hit Mister Turner in the eye. He picked up the folded sheet of paper and opened it to reveal a letter. One that was made using cut-outs from various magazines so as not to reveal the identity of the sender through their handwriting.

'If you want to know more about Vicky and why Timmy ran away, meet us at the Dimmsdale Multi-Parking Lot at 12:30 tonight. We have further evidence backing up your son's claims if you don't already believe the evidence that he's left behind.'

'-Signed, The Professor, Matter-Muncher, Private, Scarface, and…'

"...Deep Toot?"

Timmy's Dad started to chuckle, struggling not to laugh his lungs out at the ridiculous codename this person chose. His wife just narrowed her eyes at him, clearly unamused. And this was enough to get him to stop laughing.

"What? I mean, 'Deep Toot'? Come on, that's hilarious." he said.

Right before another paper airplane flew in through the car window and lodged itself in his hair. Taking the folded sheet of paper, the Turner parents unfolded it to reveal another note. And like the last one, it's written using cut out letters from old magazines.

"'I'm not Vicky's sister.'?"

The Turner Parents shared a suspicious look upon receiving this bit of information. They may not be the brightest bulbs in the bunch, Mister Turner more so than his wife, but they're not that stupid. But if it means finding their son and bringing him home safe and sound, then they'll play along a little bit.

***To Be Continued…***

Well, I cannot tell a lie. That's all for this chapter. But tune in next time for the next trial of Timmy Turner and his new companion, Kory.

Also, a fellow author known as Mace sheperd has posted his own Star Wars: The Old Republic story that features his own OC Sith Inquisitor. The story itself is titled "The Ascension of Clark Femur sith Lord", and I myself find it interesting. So if you haven't already, go ahead and check out his story. Leave reviews for him if you want to. Help him get his story off the ground.

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