Making use of creating a business in cartoonish world
You would think Dimmsdale would have a system that requires all minors under eighteen to attend classes, turns out you just need to file a few papers for a reason to drop out…
Then again I would still tell others to stay in school, I only dropped out cause I know enough to not need lessons from a failing school system…
And I'm just talking about the school system in Dimmsdale. My previous life already experienced a terrible school system, but that's neither here nor there right now.
-Ricky's inner monologue
Meanwhile during school hours
The scene is greeted by a beat up old rent-a-storage depot, windows were boarded up and the door to the office had a flickering neon sign that spelled open. Inside the building was a slightly tidier and neat office compared to the outside, sitting down at an office desk with a torn up office wheel chair was Ricky.
The teen had his tongue out as he worked on crunching up a few numbers with his printer calculator, he had a pencil tucked in his ear with his eyes wandering up to configure a few numbers in his head. Ricky ticked away on his calculator with numbers getting printed out, the office phone that sat over at the greeter's desk prompted Ricky to look up with a grin.
With a dust cloud replacing where he once stood, Ricky zoomed over to the front desk to answer the phone with an exuberant demeanor. The teen approached the desk the ringing landline phone sat on with a grin, and slammed his fist down onto the desk that caused the phone on the dialer to get tossed up into the air from the impact.
Ricky caught the phone from out of the air and put it up to his ear, "This is Crazy Ricky's odd services, name the job, and I'll give you a quote!" He chimed in to his caller.
The teen listened as the caller gave him details of what needed done, Ricky had an amused expression. "Giant Wasp nest? And they charged you what?" He guffawed with a laugh, "At Crazy Ricky's, our prices are reasonably insane!" He exclaimed.
Ricky glanced over at his boarded up windows, "Over five hundred they ask? Hah! Give me one hundred as my competitive price!" He bargained with the caller.
After a few seconds passed, Ricky bid the new customer goodbye before hanging up the phone. The teen clapped his hands together, "Alright everyone we got a job" he announced into the office room, before laughing at himself, "…oh yeah, still a lone worker for now…hah!" Ricky jested at his own expense.
The teen sped off to the key rack in the back of the office to grab his bug exterminator van keys, before zooming off past the front office desk to exit the building. Ricky spun in place after exiting the front door to lock the front door, and headed towards one of the many storage doors that lined the building. The teenager approached one particular sliding door to unlock it, and grabbed the bottom of it after unlocking it to throw the 'garage' door open to reveal a beat up dark blue van.
With a pep in his step, Ricky waltzed over to the driver's side of the vehicle to open the door with a loud creak and entered it with a jaunty whistle. The teen slammed the door shut with a smile, only to frown a bit when the glass window of the door shattered. "...hah!" Ricky guffawed at his luck and started the van up. "Mike owes me anyway!" He mused to himself as he drove the busted up van out of the storage garage, "Especially after helping him build his backyard deck!" Ricky added while he drove out towards the entrance of his 'gated property'.
'Still need to upgrade the fence to electrical barbed wire.' Ricky thought to himself.
The teenager halted his van once he reached the entrance, and pulled out a remote to open the sliding gate. Ricky eased his van out from the entrance and onto the street, and activated the gateway once more to shut. Once the teen was sure the fence was securely closed, Ricky leaned over the passenger seat to pop the glove box open that revealed a few cassette tapes and Compact Disks.
The teenager glanced at what his van used as as radio, before rummaging out a cassette tape. Ricky smiled at what he held, "I think some William Tell overture will suit the drive just fine!" He exclaimed before slotting the tape in.
With the music beginning its buildup of the orchestral genre, "Hi-ho silver, away!" Ricky shouted in cheer as he slammed down on the gas pedal, the Van's front end reared up in a cartoonish manner, before slamming back down and sped off with a cloud of smoke and dust where the van used to be.
Ricky's excited laughter could be heard as an echo as he drove through the streets.
Highway
Ricky's van with his business logo spray painted onto the side in an acronym could be seen as he bobbed and weaved through traffic, the teenager had a thrilled expression on his face as he steered his van through the dense traffic of the highway. The teenager made a few hair breadth misses of other cars as he zoomed across the busy road, up ahead behind a billboard sat a cop car with two officers inside it.
The two cops watched as a van passed by them with indifference, the officer in the passenger seat turned his head to look at his fellow officer. "Hey, shouldn't we go after that one?" He asked
The other cop shook his head and pointed at the speedometer, "Kid was going at the speed limit, trust me rookie." The officer in the driver's seat instructed his junior officer. "I've been on this beat for ten years, learn from me and you'll turn out just fine." The senior cop remarked to his junior deputy.
The senior cop within the driver's seat took a sip from his coffee cup, only to spit out his drink as the speedometer measured the speed of an old lady driving her car going just one mile over the speed limit. "GOOD MERCIFUL GRAVY!" The senior officer shouted and started his car engine up, "Here we go Rookie, we got a speed demon on our hands!" The senior officer switched his sirens on, shortly after, the cop car zoomed off after the Car driven by the old lady
A good distance ahead on the highway, Ricky kept his Van's speed in check, momentarily he glanced into his rearview mirror. The teen kept to the side of the highway as an old lady in a car sped past him, his eyebrow rose in interest as the old woman shook her fist outside her window.
"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME COPPERS!" The old lady yelled as she zoomed off through the highway.
Ricky pursed his lips in amusement, "Tch, and people say I'm crazy…" he mused with a chuckle, and watched as several dozen cop cars zoomed past him to chase after the old lady speeding off.
"Yup." Ricky spoke with an emphasis on the 'p', "This is definitely a Monday in living within a cartoon world, especially within the fairly oddparents universe." The teenager chuckled at his life.
At a nondescript house, the sound of an approaching vehicle could be heard. Coming into view on the street was a speeding blue van, Ricky who drove the vehicle eyed the house he was supposed to arrive at. The teen had a grin on his face as made a hard turn on his steering wheel, and pulled his emergency brake to spin his van around on the street. With a loud screech of the brakes and tires, Ricky 'drifted' his van to park at the curbside of the house his next customer lived at.
The Van the Teen drove lifted off from its side from the halt of its momentum, and plopped back down to rest on all four tires. Ricky's vehicle let out bang through its muffler, before he shut the engine off fully.
Exiting out from his van after opening the driver's door, Ricky hopped out with a refreshed outlook. The teen made his way to the back of his van to begin gathering his needed supplies, off in the distance towards the entrance of the house the doorway opened up to reveal a middle aged man.
The customer had an expression of interest and amusement as he walked out towards the Teen rummaging through the back of the van, "Gotta say, your timing is great, glad you could get here so quick!" The man mused as he stood on the sidewalk, he smiled with his hands on his hips.
Ricky came out into view from the opened back doors of his van, a backpack of sorts with two tanks and a power sprayer in hand. The teen looked towards his customer with a grin, "With Crazy Ricky's Odd Services, no other business shall hold a candle to our response time!" Ricky advertised with a smirk.
The man smiled back in return, and marched off towards his home. "Well now that you're here, let me show you the nest!" He responded back with amusement and relief.
Ricky made an appreciated whistle of awe as he looked up at the nest of wasp hanging off from a tree branch, situated just over the roof of the house and near a room window, the size was quite alarmingly big. "Well…I can see your big problem here!" He jest with a chuckle.
The customer stood inside his home with the screen sliding door shut, "yeah…think you can take care of it?" The man questioned the teenager.
Ricky held his power sprayer with both hands as if it were a rifle, "No job is too dangerous for Crazy Ricky's Odd Services!" He declared as he aimed the sprayer up at the nest of wasps, the customer shut the glass sliding door out of caution.
The teenager gave the nest a menacing look as his equipment made a whirring noise, "Hasta La Vista, baby!" Ricky quoted with a deep tone to his voice, before firing off his sprayer. With the sound of gunshot, Ricky's insect spray killer shot off at the wasp nest.
After a few moments of pressurised spray was shot up at the direction of the wasp nest, Ricky released the trigger on his handle for the sprayer to see his work. Where there was once a branch and nest of wasps, there was now a circular empty hole that exited up towards the sky through the tree.
The customer had a dumbfounded look, but nonetheless looked relieved once he exited out from his house. "Overkill dontcha think?" The man mused.
Ricky brought the tip of his sprayer to blow it like how one would do with a smoking barrel of a gun, "No such thing as overkill for treating wasp nests!" He responded back with a chuckle of amusement
Later into the day with Timmy
With a downcast expression on his face, a chunk of football turf still plopped atop his head from earlier at school, Timmy made the trek back to his home with some hope his parents would get his spirits up. "Can't wait to get home." He remarked with a dour tone, before making a turn on the sidewalk into his house's concrete pathway that led up to the front door.
"At least I'm big in my parents eyes." Timmy told himself before entering through his house's front door, only to be greeted by his dad as mister Turner hopped into his view. Timmy's father held up an oversized magnifying glass while crouching down to look at Timmy through the object he held, Mister Turner had one eye closed with the other open to look at his son through his oversized magnifying lense. "Hey short stuff! Guess what!" Timmy's dad inquired with a cheerful demeanor.
Mister Turner tossed the oversized object aside with a cat yowl from the glass crashing, and stood back up to bring his wife over to him shoulder to shoulder. "We're going to the movies!" Timmy's dad exclaimed with his thumb pointing towards him and Timmy's Mom.
Timmy allowed himself an excited expression as he looked up towards his parents, "Alright!" He spoke excitedly.
Mister Turner looked down at his son with a cheerful demeanor, and used his index and middle fingers of both his hands to make a hand gesture quote for his next use of the word "we're". "Not 'we're' as in all of us." Timmy's dad gestured towards all three of them with his hand, "'We're' as in your mom and I!" Mister Turner told his son with a gesture towards only him and Mrs. Turner.
Timmy looked at his parents disappointedly, "What?"
Timmy's dad pulled over a blackboard on wheels into view with a written sentence on it, the words You're, We're, and You were emboldened with bigger letters than the rest of the words within the sentence to pronounce the pronouns. Timmy's mom would use a chalk in hand to point out the words as Timmy's dad repeated what the black board read.
With a smile from both parents, Mister Turner spoke what could be read. "You're not old enough for this movie, and we're not taking you!" Timmy's dad explained to him, before scooting over to his wife with a smile and glanced her way. "Ain't pronouns a kick?" He asked her, getting them both to laugh at his 'joke'.
With Timmy's parents blissfully ignorant of the situation at the moment, Cosmo and Wanda poofed into existence above Timmy with a smile on their faces. Cosmo poofed himself into a jack hammer to rid the turf off from Timmy's head, and once he had cleared the dirt of his godchild's head he poofed back to normal.
Wanda took her turn to poof into a hand brush, and promptly dusted the last bits of dirt off from Timmy's head while Cosmo poofed out of sight. Once she was sure Timmy's head was clear of dirt, Wanda poofed out of sight as well before Timmy's parents would take notice.
Timmy's mother walked over after she calmed down from laughing, and leaned down to look at her son with a cheerful smile. "Honey cheer up, you'll get into those movies someday." She assured Timmy, "Why soon, you won't even need a babysitter!"
Timmy looked up at his parents in excitement, "Really?" He asked them.
Mister Turner looked at his son with a smile, "Yup, but tonight, you do!" He exclaimed, only to realize something. "Hey, pronouns again!" He remarked in amusement.
Timmy's attention was taken to the front door when he heard a ruckus going on. "Uh…dad…" he began to say, only for his parents to leave out of sight to grab their coats for the night.
Timmy's godparents were presently posing as goldfish within a fish bowl, placed upon a side table that Timmy stood not too far away from. The godparents and Timmy's eyes were drawn toward the front window as the sound of a mini blimp could be heard, steadily becoming louder as it seemed to approach Timmy's house.
"What the…" The distant sound of Vicky's voice could be heard from her, prompting dread from Timmy. "See, are, oh, ess…cross? What kinda business is that?" Vicky shouted in indignant befuddlement, "Wait, why's it heading down here?..."
Timmy picked up his fish bowl with his godparents in it to hop up onto the couch to look out through the front window, Timmy glowered at the sight of Vicky as she stood out on the sidewalk with her hands on her hips and looking up at the vastly approaching blimp.
"Wait…is that Ricky driving that thing?" Wanda pointed out in the question.
Vicky seemed to notice who drove the thing as she began to walk into a sprint, desperately hoping the crazy teenager wasn't doing what she thought he was attempting to do.
Timmy and his fairy godparents watched with morbid amusement as the blimp steered towards Vicky, and out of sight with Vicky letting out a scream of fright. "What the heck Ricky, are you outta your mind!" Vicky shrieked.
Timmy and his godparents clenched their eyes shut when the blimp crashed and a bright light from the explosion lit the night up, the three of them opened their eyes back up to see a cloud of smoke waft into the air from the direction where the Blimp that Ricky crashed at.
"Of all the crazy crap I've seen Ricky!" Vicky freaked out, the sound of a few rolling car hub caps could be heards. "How can you afford these things!"
Several seconds passed before they Heard Ricky respond, "Not a penny spent on this crap, some idiot gave it away!" Ricky laughed at Vicky with a touch of a pained tone.
"Then why did you crash near me! Now I'm all covered in soot from the blast!" Vicky screamed at Ricky in anger.
"Hey, your expression was worth it!" Ricky snarked back at Vicky with an amused tone.
"Raaaghh! I'll show you an expression!" Vicky snapped at Ricky.
Timmy looked down at his godparents, who looked back up at him in their goldfish forms. The three of them looked back out the window, hearing the sounds of the Teens getting into a fight once again.
Cosmo glanced towards Wanda with a grin, "Gee, is this how human teens court each other? Crashing blimps next to their chosen girls?" Cosmo asked innocently, oblivious of human interactions.
Wanda smiled back at her fairy husband as they floated in their fishbowl, "I thought it was more along the lines of offering a bouquet of flowers!" She exclaimed, getting both of them to giggle a bit at the situation.
Timmy rolled his eyes at his godparents' knowledge of actual human interactions. He may be a bit young, but he likes to think he knows enough at the given age.
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