Another (R/V) Icky Day
This was it, the weekend with no chores for him and no school! With exuberance and excitement, Timmy jumped through the doorway leading to the living room by knocking the door down to the floor. "Yippee! It's the weekend!" Timmy exclaimed with joy while standing atop the door he knocked down.
With a pip in his step, Timmy zipped off from the door he stood on and made his way into the living room closet. "This is going to be great!" Timmy announced inside the closet, before emerging out of with arms full of all manner of outside equipment for games and fun. "Hey Mom, Dad! You guys ready for some outside action?" Timmy asked his parents with excitement.
Walking out into the living looking ready for some activity of their own and holding toilet plungers in hand for some odd reason, mister Turner was the first to answer. "We sure are son!" He responded before adding on to the conversation. "Remember, today is the day of the big-" Timmy's dad paused for dramatic effect before stamping a clean plunger atop Timmy's head. "Plunger festival!"
Timmy looked up at the plunger atop his head as the handle wiggled a bit from the sudden jostle of his head, and gave his parents a deadpan look. "Mom, Dad, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather stay here and maintain my dignity." Timmy responded back to his dad.
Mister Turner made a sound of thought before talking once more. "Hmm, dignity? I have no idea what that means." Timmy's dad remarked, before tossing the plunger he was holding away. The sounds of Glass breaking and a cat meowing in fright echoed in the distance from the thrown toilet plunger tossed off to the side somewhere.
The Turner Family stopped in the conversation when the sounds of a moped motor zoomed by; Next few things the Turner's heard was the sounds of tires screeching, a frightened shout of a familiar teen girl's voice, and a loud crash of metal trash cans. "What's the big idea Ricky! You almost ran me over!" Vicky screeched.
Timmy's eyes widened in trepidation of who was outside his house, his parents however made a nonchalant shrug with their shoulders.
"You were standing in my parking spot! Not my fault you were hiding behind the Turner's trash cans!" Ricky laughed at Vicky's aggravated yells.
Oblivious to the goings on outside, mister Turner smiled down at Timmy who still looked off towards his house's front door with caution. "Oh well, you still need a babysitter!" Timmy's dad remarked before taking out his flip-phone to speed dial for a sitter.
Outside a phone rang, followed by the sound of Vicky's voice through the phone and outside. "Hello?" Vicky struggled to say, before the sounds of a guitar echoed off of hitting someone followed by Vicky's yell.
"Hey! That's my phone!" Vicky yelled outside with a groan of pain.
"I don't know Vicky, I found it on the ground, and I don't see your name on it!" Ricky snarked back at Vicky.
Timmy's eyes glance between the phone his dad was holding, and the fight going on outside. "Yo, mister Turner, this is Ricky speaking from Vicky's phone, need a sitter?" Ricky smoothly asked, his voice echoing from the phone and outside the house
Mister Turner smiled, "Oh, is this Ricky? Hi Ricky! I was trying to call Vicky to babysit Timmy! Is she alright?" Timmy's dad asked through his flip phone.
A few thwacks and punches echoed outside Timmy's house, making the kid ponder how his parents can be so oblivious.
"Ah yah dude, Vicky's just having a bad day! I can fill in for her, and cheaper than her charge fee for the weekends!" Ricky responded to Mister Turner through the phone.
"I'll freakin end you!" Vicky screeched outside, followed by more sounds of scuffling outside.
Timmy's dad smiled as he talked through his phone to Ricky, "Excellent, when can you get here!" He asked Ricky.
Vicky released a squawk of surprise outside, followed by her making a cry of fight as the sounds of crashing trash cans could be heard outside. "How could you throw me into the trash cans!" Vicky accused with an angry snarl.
Timmy watched as the front door get kicked open to reveal a scuffed up Ricky with a few torn holes in his shirt, "No need to wait Mister Turner, I can take it from here!" The teen announced with a charming grin.
The Turner's turned to face Ricky with satisfied looks, "Oh what timing!" Timmy's dad remarked.
"Not so fast!" Vicky announced with a haggard look as she zoomed up to the doorway, "My day is just fine! And I can match Ricky's price just as well!" She declared with a sneaking glare sideways look towards Ricky. "I could really use the money for my-"
Ricky smirked at Vicky, "Oh, let me guess, you precious hip?" He asked with a teasing grin.
Timmy's mom smiled towards the two, "I have a better idea, why don't you two both watch Timmy, and take turns with the chores around the house!"
Mister Turner smiled towards his wife, "What an excellent idea sweetheart, and At Ricky's price rate no less!"
Vicky looked on with shock at her mistake, while Ricky smirked at her with his hands on his hips. Vicky shook her head and began to try to back out, only for the Turners to leave them. "Bye Timmy, have fun!" Timmy's parents chorused, before shutting the front door with Ricky and Vicky standing by the entrance.
Vicky grinding her teeth in aggravation, and glared at Ricky who offered a victorious grin at her. "Don't think for a second I'm pitching in with the chores." She hissed at Ricky with spite.
"Hah!" Ricky guffawed as he walked his way in through the hallway, "Of course not, everyone knows you can't lift a finger to save your life!" He retorted back at Vicky, passing by a shocked Timmy who was trying to come to terms with being stuck with the two sitters again.
Vicky released a growl of frustration, "What was that!?" She yelled and stomped after Ricky, passing by Timmy in the process to get back at her Rival/nemesis.
Timmy turned on his feet to watch as the teens entered the kitchen, "I said, wittle Vicky can't be bothered to lift a finger, oh woe is me! Wah wah wah!" Ricky's voice echoed from out of the Kitchen.
Vicky responded with shouts of anger, "I'll make you eat those words, gimme that dish rag!" Vicky's voice echoed from the kitchen
"Nah, wouldn't want you to prune your delicate wittle fingers, now would we?" Ricky responded back with snark.
Timmy wisely chose to head for his room and avoid the next potential brawl between the two, only to hop to it and make a run for it when a crash echoed from the kitchen.
"I said give it here Ricky! I'm not about to be shown up by you of all people!" Vicky yelled, followed by a few punches between the two.
"I don't know Vicky, you might mess it up, haha, wouldn't want ruined dishes from your incompetence!" Ricky shot back as Timmy made a mad dash up the stairs as the fighting continued between the teens.
"Get to drying the dishes Ricky! I'll show you who's incompetent with doing the dishes!" Vicky demanded in anger as the sound of the kitchen sink's faucet began running.
"Hah, you wash like an amateur!" Ricky guffawed at Vicky's expense.
Timmy made an effort to get into his room promptly, it's going to be a battlefield down there.
Inside Timmy's Room, his godparents were posing as goldfish in his fishbowl. The two fairies posing as fish were holding up cards underwater in their fins, Wanda was the first to ask. "Cosmo…" she began to say while looking down at her cards, before looking up at Cosmo. "Do you have any…threes?" She asked her fairy husband with a smile.
Cosmo glanced down at his cards then back up at her, "No Wanda." He remarked and grinned at his fairy wife, "go…me!" He jested, prompting both to giggle at the joke.
Their laughter was brought to a halt once Timmy entered his room with a bored look, and the sounds of shouting downstairs. Making his way to his bed, Timmy plopped himself down to sit atop his mattress.
Wanda was the first to pop next to Timmy, "Gee champ, down in the dumpster today?"
Timmy released a bored sigh, "Mom and Dad left with Ricky and Vicky to stay and babysit me, I was looking forward to some outside activities but my parents went off to some plunger festival."
Cosmo was next to pop into existence beside Timmy, "Oh, is that what that yelling was?" He asked Timmy joyfully
The three blinked in surprise when the sound of the backyard sliding door could be heard slamming open, "Well Vicky, since you're so exhausted, guess I'll tend to the yard!" He hollered with snark to his tone.
"Go ahead and sweat the day away! I'm going to be enjoying some television!" Vicky snapped back in anger.
Cosmo grinned obliviously, "Ooh, is this that second baseball the humans do?" He asked Timmy, prompting him to look at him weirdly. "...uh…" he tried to think of something to say.
Wanda smiled at her fairy husband, "I think the word was second date." She corrected him in ignorance of human interactions.
"Go ahead and watch your soaps, we both know you can't handle lawn equipment with your dainty feet and arms!" Ricky responded with a laugh.
Vicky released an anger filled yell, "That is it Ricky, I'm gonna make you eat your words!"
"You humans enjoy watching soap?" Cosmo asked in confusion.
Wanda smiled at her fairy husband, "I thought it was operas that humans watch!" She remarked
Timmy rolled his eyes at his godparents' naivety, before thinking of an idea to have some fun on the weekend. "Alright you guys, I got a wish in mind for today!"
Cosmo and Wanda had excited looks across their faces as they waited for what their godchild would wish for.
Vicky had an exhausted look on her face as she rested on the sofa of the Turner's living room, she didn't like to be shown up and Ricky kept pushing her buttons with his reverse psychology. Vicky glowered at the other Teen as Ricky sat over on the Lazy boy chair, fiddling with the strings of his Bass guitar, "Don't think you won!" She snapped at him.
Ricky smirked at her, "Oh, I won alright, I did the most!" He challenged her.
Vicky knew what he was doing, but at the same time she was a sore loser and didn't like others to beat her in anything if given the chance. "Shut it!" She snapped at him, before turning her attention back to her scheduled soap opera of kissy smoochers….don't ask her why the name, but the show's drama was good enough.
Spotting something out of the corner of her eyes, Vicky swore she saw more than one twerp of the same one. She played it off as a trick of her mind from becoming tired after finishing the chores, and focused on her program.
Her attention was shattered when all of a sudden five more twerps ran across the living room from the kitchen to the upstairs, Vicky's mind tried to reboot itself and looked over at Ricky who was idly strumming his bass guitar. "...Did you just see more than one twerp?" She cautiously asked her nemesis.
"Nah." Ricky responded and looked up with a nonchalant gaze, and smirked. "Your mind is probably just exhausted from working for the first time in forever." Ricky chuckled at her expense.
Vicky released a humph of annoyance, "Exhausted he says…" she grounded out, only to squawk in shock as several copies of Timmy ran off from the kitchen to the hallway, with a tiny helicopter chasing after them.
"Tell me you saw that!" Vicky demanded from Ricky after standing up in shock, in response Ricky glanced where Vicky was looking and only saw no evidence. "Maybe it was a glitch in the matrix?" He snarked in amusement.
Vicky sputtered in response, "Matrix…what are you even on about!? What do you mean by glitch!?" She shrieked in disbelief of the teen's attitude, "You had to have at least heard the tiny helicopter flying by!" Vicky reasoned with Ricky.
Ricky shrugged at Vicky as he looked directly back at her, "It was probably just a model helicopter flying by."
Vicky began to mutter and try to come up with words, only to sit back down with a suffering sigh. "Forget it! I'm too exhausted to fight with you right now!" She grounded out.
Timmy's room
A crowd of Timmy copies filled the room they were in, with the godparents and godchild bringing in the last batch of Timmys
"That's all of them champ!" Wanda, floating next to Timmy, remarked as they brought in the last Timmy copy batch to wish away.
Cosmo floated around the room, "Go ahead and wish away sport!"
Timmy, having enough close calls of his copies getting loose, wished the crowd of Timmys away.
"So what's next champ?" Wanda asked Timmy as the Godparents floated next to him.
Timmy looked over to the Television and games he had wished for the other day, "Come on, let's just play some video games." He answered back, prompting Cosmo and Wanda to join in with Timmy.
"I'll be player two!" Cosmo announced.
"Ooh, that makes me player three!" Wanda remarked as the two laughed in response before playing a few games with Timmy.