Timmy Turner heard the sound of his parent's voices along with A.J.'s outside of the door. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Timmy did, however, hear the door open, and then he heard A.J. say,
"Now, Mr. and Mrs. Turner, be careful, Timmy is still a little frail and watch out for the I.V. tube and the heart monitor."
The door opened and there stood Timmy's parents. They looked at each other for just a few seconds. Then, they cautiously approached him, and did something they'd be wanting to do since their arrival at the Timmy Cave.
They very gently held their arms out and hugged their only son.
A.J. smiled and said,
"I'll let you all be alone for a little bit."
The young genius of Dimmsdale then closed the door
"A soul," repeated Jimmy.
"Yeah, Jimmy," said Danny, "I know that you're a little skeptical about "supernatural" things..."
"Actually, Danny," replied Jimmy, "I'm not as skeptical as I used to be. All of the things that have happened this week have convinced me that things like magic, and ghosts exist."
"Well," said Danny, "I guess it would; after all you are talking to me, a ghost hybrid."
"And not to mention the fact," replied Jimmy, "I met that Alden Bitteroot wizard, so it's not too much of a stretch to say that this clone is not just a clone; but a sentient being; one who's his own person."
"That' probably why, he's survived," stated Danny, "you may not know this Jimmy, but Plasmius doesn't have an exactly successful track record in making clones."
"I already figured that," said Jimmy, "when I found the cloned Timmy Turner on Plasmius' ship, there was some evidence that there had been several attempts. There was like a yellow substance all over the floor. It turned out to be a bunch of failed clones. Failed clones that died in agony."
"Yeah," said Danny, "and that nearly happened to Dani. Fortunately we were able to save her."
Jimmy nodded and then looked a little frightened. The genius said,
"Wait a second. That almost happened to Dani; are you saying this "Timmy" clone could still be in danger?"
Nguyen Tang, Hugh Magnate and the M.E.R.F. agents were meeting at extraterrestrial research facility were meeting at one of their buildings. They were intrigued by what they were learning.
"So, let us get this straight," said the black M.E.R.F. Agent."
"You're telling us," started the white M.E.R.F. agent, "there's a world filled with power, or magic so to speak called Fairy World?"
"And that we've encountered them before," continued the African-American M.E.R.F. agent, "but these "fairies" wiped our memories?"
"Not to mention," said Tang, "they, also, wiped your memory about an entity called the Darkness."
"Think of this," replied Magnate, "if they can wipe human memories, they are clearly a danger to the Earth. They could plan an attack on us, and then use some type of mind control on the human population to control us."
"Well, then," said the caucasian M.E.R.F. agent, "we would be more than justified in attacking THEM first. Wiping out this "Fairy World" out of existence."
"Of course," announced the black M.E.R.F. agent, "we would capture a few of the fairies; to you know freeze dry them and painfully dissect them."
"And to do that," stated Tang, "you need to go after this lower class boy."
With that Nguyen pulled a photo out of a buck toothed, brown-haired boy with a pink cap.
"This is Timmy Turner. He is dirt, but even dirt can pose a threat."
Ferb got a little light-headed. Flashes of memories began to asset themselves in his mind.
"You DARE to bring a secret agent in here," said a man in a black coat to another man in a white coat. Both men looked almost identical, except that the man who spoke first was the one in a black coat and he, also had an eye patch.
"That boy's a secret agent," replied the other guy in the pharmacy coat while pointing to to Phineas."
"Not him"
"The Quiet one?"
"No. Him"
"This plant?"
The PLATYPUS, that's Secret Agent Perry the Platypus.
"Ferb," called out Phineas who had grabbed his stepbrother before he fell over.
"I'm okay," said Ferb, "I..., think I remember."
A.J. went out to a corridor in the Timmy Cave to place his call to Molly. The boy whipped out his cell phone and started dialing.
He got the voice mail again. A.J. shook his head and then spoke into the phone,
"Molly, it's A.J. again. Timmy's out of his coma and he's doing better. I'm not sure why you're not returning my calls, but I think you and Dwight should at least contact Timmy. He'd like to hear from you." A pause. "I'd like to hear from you...I don't know if I've done something to hurt you...but..just call me when you get a chance, and please call Timmy. He considers you and Dwight his friends."
A.J. ended the call. He hadn't heard from Molly since the friday the 13th dance. The young genius began to think the goth girl was trying to avoid him.
He sat down on one of the chairs in the corridor. He had been under some stress due to fact that best friend had been so badly hurt again. He, also, suspected that his relationship with Molly was about to end with a broken heart.
A.J. looked around and saw no one was there. So cautiously, he pulled out something that always comforted him. He was, after all, still a child.
It was his Albert Einstein doll and he hugged it hard.
"E=MC2," said the figure.
And that was when the tears began to fall from A.J.'s eyes. Unknown to A.J., someone was watching him. Someone with a very caring expression. A round someone in a blue jumpsuit, and who had purple hair. He quietly said three words,
"Poof, Poof, A.J."
Mrs. Turner had tears coming out of her eyes. She was so proud of her son, and so worried about him. A.J. told them his heart had stopped and they had to resuscitate Timmy. Twice. Her brave courageous son was nearly killed.
Mr. Turner felt the same way. Slowly though, Todd and Theresa let go of their son and looked at him.
"Mom, Dad," said Timmy, "could you do something for me?"
"Anything, sweetie," said Theresa.
"Even if I sound kind of childish?"
"Childish, Timmy," said Mr. Turner, "You ARE a child!"
"Well, maybe babyish...could you and Mom just keep hugging, or holding me a little while longer?"
Mrs. Turner kissed the top of her little boy's head and stated,
"Of course, Timmy. And that isn't childish at all."
The parents wrapped their arms around their son did what he asked.
"Poof," said Wanda, coming up from behind, "what are you doing?"
"A.J. talking to Molly."
"Poof," said Cosmo,in father mode, "that's a private conversation. It's rude to listen."
"But A.J.,so sad," stated Poof, "He crying; Momma, Daddy, make him feel better. He made Timmy and us feel better. We should make him feel better."
"He's crying?," questioned Wanda, "You might be right Poof. Come on Cosmo, let's go over there."
A.J. was bent over holding onto his doll, or as Timmy would say his action figure. He saw three shadows fall across. He looked up and saw Timmy's godfamily. The boy wiped the tears from his eyes and put his Einstein doll on the floor.
"Oh, Wanda, Cosmo, Poof," said A.J., "is Timmy all right? His Mom and Dad didn't upset him?"
"No, sweetie," said Wanda, "Timmy's fine, but are you okay."
"I'm fine," replied A.J. stiffly.
"Then why are crying?," asked Cosmo with a lot of compassion in his voice.
"It's allergies," said the young African-American.
"Really hun?," asked Wanda.
A.J. looked down and said,
"Look, it's fine. Besides, you're Timmy's godfamily, he needs you. You don't need to be burdened with whatever's going on with me."
"A.J.," said Poof, "you good to Timmy and to us. Poof, Poof."
"Yes," agreed Wanda, "I think we have enough love to share with both you and Timmy."
"Thank you Wanda," said A.J., "I know, but right now we need to concentrate on what's going on with Timmy and that Fairy Council Traitor."
A.J. then grimaced and put his hand on his head like he was in pain or light-headed.
"A.J.", said Cosmo, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," replied A.J., "I just got a little light-headed."
Wanda suspected something though.
"A.J.," said the pink haired fairy godmother, "when was the last time you had something to eat?"
"I can't worry about that now," stated the young boy, who then stood up, "now..."
A.J. never finished the sentence, though, because he fainted.