Well, don't leave us hanging Gabby," said Norm, "what was the decision?"
"We regret to inform you, the answer is No," replied Gabriel, "we couldn't make a unanimous decisions, and all four council members had to agree. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too," said Jorgen who then spoke in a louder voice, "Code 457."
Suddenly, alarms began blaring Gabriel, Jorgen and Norm poofed away.
"Okay," said A.J., "I wish...,"
Suddenly Mr. Turner appeared. A.J., Cosmo, Wanda and Poof looked up at him curiously.
"Is there something wrong with Timmy, Mr. Turner?", A.J. asked.
"No, not with Timmy," Todd replied, "but he thought that there might be something wrong with you."
Mrs. Turner brushed her son's hair back with her hand. Despite, the premonition he had concerning A.J., he still was exhausted so he fell back to sleep. A.J. had said that might happen. Theresa considered what a special child her son was, and how close she came to losing him.
Along with that came a sense of shame. Shame over the way she had treated Timmy; shame over the fact that they had failed Timmy so much, not only had he had to receive fairy godparents, he had to be taken out of his own home because they had failed to take care of him. As she looked at her boy's very thin, too thin, form, it tore at her heart. A tear slid down her cheek.
Suddenly, the door opened and Theresa Turner looked up to see who had come in.
Cindy Vortex and the Timmy Turner clone had just finished their meal. "Timmy" was now on his dessert. He had been pretty hungry. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he had eaten. Jimmy Neutron and Danny Phantom entered the room. Cindy and the small boy looked up at them. Jimmy smiled and said,
"You know, Timmy, I think you got just as much on your face as inside of you."
The boy smiled with ice cream and chocolate syrup running down his face.
"Oh, come on, Neutron," Cindy said with a roll of her eyes, "I've seen you, Sheen and Carl get pretty messy when you're eating."
"That may be true," chimed in Danny Phantom, "but you know Timmy, you could stand to be cleaned up some."
"You mean I need a bath," said "Timmy", "I don't see why I need to."
"Well, maybe because," replied Jimmy with a grin on his face as he approached the Timmy copy and picking him up, "all that whip cream is up in your eyes."
Jimmy brushed the hair out of "Timmy's" eyes and then did something that made Timmy laugh. He tickled him.
"Stop," the Timmy clone said, "ha...ha..hee..I'm ticklish..."
Jimmy stopped and then said,
"Seriously though little guy, you do need a bath."
"I can't take one, though," the child replied, "my Mom and Dad are s'pposed to watch me so I don't drown or get hurt in the tub."
At the mention of his parents, the clone saddened. Jimmy felt a twinge of guilt as well. Suddenly, he thought of something.
"Timmy," said Jimmy, "I have an idea."
In another part of the ship, Libby and Sheen stared at each other.
"Well," said Libby finally, "are you going to answer my question? Why didn't you even try to get home when you knew how much everyone was worried about you and missed you?
Sheen frowned up and then said unexpectedly, "Libby, are you really sure everyone missed me?"
To the shock of all four members of the Fairy Council they realized that they were locked up in Abracatraz Prison. Jorgen and Norm were outside of the cell.
"Jorgen Von Strangle!" said Gabriel rather harshly, "I demand to know why you have locked us up."
"You heard the code," replied Jorgen in his Austrian accent.
"Yes," agreed Gabriel, "code 457, it is implemented if there is some evidence that a governing member, or members, of Fairy World have been corrupted."
"That's correct," said Jorgen, "according to Rule 102, section 3, subsection 6."
"So, because we didn't vote your way," shot back Jacob, "you decided that we're corrupt and you needed to lock us up?"
"No," replied Norm, "we locked all four of you up because one member of this Council is a traitor and that traitor tried to murder Timmy Turner.
"Yes, Mr. Turner," said A.J., "I'm all right."
"Actually, he's not okay," said Wanda,"he hasn't eaten anything."
"Yeah," A.J. said, "I guess Timmy picked up on it because of the link Chester, he and I share."
It was Trixie Tang who entered the room where Timmy and his mother were.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Turner," said Trixie, "I thought you were finished."
"That's okay,Trixie, hun," replied Theresa, "come on in."
Timmy suddenly opened his eyes and smiled. Trixie smiled back at him.
"I guess I'll leave you two alone," Mrs. Turner said softly who then proceeded to get up and leave.
After Timmy's mother left, Trixie rushed over to Timmy's side and very gently embraced him. The buck toothed boy returned the embrace.
"Timmy," said Trixie, "I'm so glad you're okay.
Ferb had finished making the modifications to the translator.
"Okay, Perry," said Phineas, "How's that?"
Perry started his typical platypus chatter, but this time the translator cut in a little quicker.
"Well," came the voice, which even sounded a little warmer and friendlier, "I guess you have to tell me."
"Awesome Ferb," said Phineas, "now I guess we need to form a plan of action."
"You know, Timmy Turner," said Trixie, "I don't know whether to hug you or smack you across the face."
"That seems to be a very common sentiment," said Timmy, "A.J. said the same thing."
"Well, he was right," said Trixie, "I swear Timmy if you die...I'll...I'll..."
"You'll kill me?," said Timmy, trying to lighten the mood.
Trixie just shook her head. The Asian American girl stated, "You know I see you haven't lost your sense of humor."
"Well," said Timmy, "if you can't laugh sometimes, life can get...,"
The brown-haired boy put his head down and there was a hint of sadness. Timmy continued,
"life can get pretty grim. And scary."
For a brief second, Trixie saw how truly frightened Timmy had been. She hugged him again. While in the embrace, Trixie happened to look up.
"Timmy," she said "What's that?"
Perry thought for a second, then spoke,
"Well, as you know Phineas, the real reason we're heading for Dimmsdale is due to that government agency, M.E.R.F."
"Another government agency," said Ferb, surprised, "will we be working with them."
Perry laughed, but not with much humor and then stated,
"Not hardly, this government agency is somewhat corrupt...,their initials stand for the Military Extraterritrial Research Facility. They're SUPPOSED to be a first line of defense in case there is an alien invasion...
"But," asked Ferb.
"Their idea of defending Earth is to attack the aliens even peace-loving aliens and subject them to experiments."
"What's what, Trixie?" asked Timmy.
"That," said Trixie, her finger-pointing to what looked like a plexiglass tube coming from the ceiling.
"Oh, that," said Timmy, "that was here before I had the Timmy cave, in fact it sort of gave me the idea for the cave.
"That's terrible," said Phineas.
"Yes, it is," said Perry, "and the news gets even worse. Since M.E.R.F. is also a government agency like the O.W.C.A. which is what I work for , we were forced to share our technology with those lunatics.
"Including the genetic technology that makes agents like you possible," said Phineas catching on.
Perry nodded and then added,
"Phineas and Ferb, I do need your help, we cannot allow M.E.R.F. to continue to exploit the technology. We need to stop them and destroy any means they have of creating an army of genetically altered animals.
"You got the idea for the Timmy Cave for that," Trixie said with surprise.
"Well, sort of. One day I was outside near our mailbox and just happened to find it..."
"Just happened to?," Trixie questioned suspiciously, "Timmy, I know you. You don't just happen to find anything."
"Okay, okay," said Timmy, "I was about eight years old and I decided that I wanted to dig. I thought I'd find buried treasure, but I found that thing. I'd sometimes use it to hide when I felt...sad."
With that Timmy put his head down.
"Okay," said Phineas, "so how do we go about stopping this M.E.R.F?"
"Well," replied Perry, "we need a base of operations, like my lair, you've seen that, to gather information and monitor things."
"Where would we find that?", asked Phineas.
"Before M.E.R.F. gained so much power, the O.W.C.A. did have presence here. There are still a few abandoned lairs that the animals agents here used and some the pneumatic tubes that we use to transport to various points are still intact.
Trixie had a pretty good idea of what would make Timmy so sad. She decided to steer the conversation in a slightly different direction.
"Did you put that writing on it?"
Timmy shook his head and stated,
"No, that was already there. They look like their abbreviations of some sort, but the some of the letters seem to be missing. There's an O. and a C and two periods.
Perry had opened up his laptop pulled up a map of Dimmsdale. He pointed to it and said,
"This is probably the best base of operations. Before Peter the Panda was assigned to Seattle that was his base of operations. It's by the mailbox of a two story house.