All Aboard The Crazy Train!
With a screeching halt of the school bus and a hiss from the hydraulic brakes, Timmy along with his two other friends hopped off their seats to get off the bus for their stop. With Chester and AJ ahead of him, Timmy stayed in the back hoping to wave at Trixie when he passed by her. What Timmy saw however was an angry looking Trixie, with a heated look in the direction of Ricky.
Timmy glanced between the two as he passed by Trixie's seat, he didn't get why she was so fixated on the teen whereas most kids would clamour for the popular girl's attention. Timmy supposed he could ask Ricky, but the teenager was on the clock…
The fairy godchild exited the bus with the folding doors slamming shut behind him, Timmy could try locating Ricky's 'office' later on and ask the teen there.
Meanwhile back on the bus
With the doors shut, and the school kids out of the way, Ricky smiled wickedly to himself before slamming down his foot on the gas pedal. With a screeching sound of the tires burning rubber, the school bus zoomed off to the next bus stop.
From bus stop to bus stop, the school vehicle eventually emptied out of school kids save for the popular school kids. Ricky had to drive a little farther out into the high end neighborhoods, each stop he made was for the individual rich popular kid since the houses were a bit spread out.
At the last stop of the day, Ricky opened his bus's folding door open for the last kid to get off. The teenager took out his clipboard once more to check off Trixy Tang, "All right, that should be the last one!" Ricky told himself out aloud with a satisfied grin, and looked up from his list to see his last passenger get off at their bus stop to his right. The teen bus driver frowned when he didn't see the Trixie Tang girl exit out, "...hrm…" Ricky made a noise of thought.
In one of the seats of the bus, Trixie scowled with her arms crossed. Surely now she can at least get a talk with the bus driver, and explain to him that she deserves a proper introduction on the bus.
"Oh well, must've gotten off while I wasn't noticing!" Ricky announced to himself and shut the folding doors, before driving off to leave Dimmsdale lavish heights.
Trixie's arms slackened from crossing them in disbelief and shock, her eyes widened and her pupils shrunk in sheer incredulity. Her plan had back fired again, and now she was stuck on this crazy bus until it parked wherever that bus driver was going. Trixie dared not get up while the bus was driving, the crazy bus driver's driving made it difficult to even stay seated half the time.
She could wait, Trixie had her new flip phone afterall, she could call up a limo taxi like always. Besides, it's not like the bus driver was any crazier in his driving without passengers…right?
…right!?
Crazy Ricky's Odd Services premises
With a hiss of the hydraulic brakes, the shuttering off of the diesel engine, Ricky hummed a tune as he stood up from his chair to exit his vehicle. In the back with Trixy, the girl had one hand clenched onto the back rest of her seat, her knuckles were white from the strain. Trixie's other hand was on her chest, in a false sense of trying to keep her heart from escaping her chest.
The girl's eyes were bloodshot in shock and fright, Trixie didn't know a bus could drive through a lake, ramp off from a large hill and land at some dump of a storage depot. 'Who in the ever loving latest fad is this Teenager!?' Trixie screamed in her mind.
"Hey, no hitchhikers!" Ricky's voice brought Trixie out of her funk, the girl looked up at the teen with a crazed expression of shock, before standing up in her seat in a brief moment of clear anger "Where did you learn to drive!?" The girl yelled into the bus driver's face, causing the teens hair to blow back a bit from the force of the yell.
Ricky blinked a few times at Trixie, "...who were you again?" The teen squinted his eyes at the popular girl while rubbing his chin in thought.
Trixie swore she heard something akin to a glass break in her mind, but before she could get a word in, the crazy bus driver snapped his fingers in realization. "Ooh, I know who you are!" Ricky exclaimed with a bright look.
The girl's mood brightened up with some hope she could finally get through to the nutty teen, Ricky pointed directly at her with a face of realization. "You snuck onto the bus to wait till I arrived at my office, and to apply for the wanted ads I've posted around Dimmsdale!"
Trixie didn't know why her vision left her, all she heard afterwards was "Welcome to 'Cross', and all she knew next was the land of unconsciousness.
Ricky nodded to himself and gestured towards the rundown storage depot, the teen glanced towards his place of business with a grin. "I admire your dedication to getting a job, allow me to personally welcome you to Crazy Ricky's Odd Services, or welcome to Cross for short!" Ricky announced his potential new hire, only to turn his head back over and look towards the girl when he heard a thud.
The teen glanced down to see the unconscious new hire, Ricky smiled in response to that. "Ah, so excited that she fainted." The teenager reasoned to himself, before picking up and tossing the girl over his shoulder. "Come on, I'll let ya rest first on my office couch, then we can get your credentials in order afterwards before we begin your first step towards a growing syndicate!" Ricky declared as he carried Trixie out of his school bus.
"Huh, isz not …today…my…urgh…" Trixie murmured out in her dazed stupor, prompting Ricky to boisterously laugh as he carried the girl into his office to relax her head. "Not to worry, I can get you started today!" The teen responded to the girl's blatherings.
"Intro…Bus…urgh" Trixie groaned, before letting out an 'oomph' when Ricky tossed her body onto a torn up couch.
Ricky smiled at the dazed Trixie, "Eh, my introduction on the bus for my business does need some work, I suppose." The teen said while making a wishy washy motion of his hand.
Meanwhile with Timmy
Using the excuse of going out to play with his friends at Chester's house, Timmy wished up a scooter to reach Ricky's business at a faster pace than walking. With his fairy godparents posing as birds flying above his head, Timmy was sure he'd be fine in the business district, but now the buildings were starting to look run down as he traveled further out in the direction he gleaned on where Ricky's 'office' should be.
Timmy's eyes eventually spotted a sign with the acronym C.R.A.S, he smiled to himself in finally reaching the supposed office. "Guys, I think this is it!" Timmy announced as he turned his scooter up towards a sliding gate, left open with a sign nearby hanging onto the metal fence that said 'open for business'. Timmy stopped at the gate to look at the storage depot that was supposed to be the Teenager's place of business.
As Timmy's godparents fluttered down to rest on his shoulders, Wanda was the first to speak up. "Seems a bit in disrepair, sport." Timmy's fairy godmother noted with a look of criticism.
Over on Timmy's other shoulder, Cosmo smiled excitedly with a glance over at Wanda. "I think it's great! This place even has an open for business sign!"
Wanda gave her fairy husband a glance with a deadpan look, "Cosmo, the windows are boarded up!" She exclaimed.
"I know right!? Much better than breakable glass!" Cosmo responded in a chipper tone.
"And I said, I am not going to work for some run down odd job business!" A familiar voice to Timmy, yelled from within the office portion of the storage compound.
Timmy made a look of confusion and curiously drove his scooter further onto the property, "That sounded like Trixie." Timmy noted, before parking his scooter in one of the parking spots at the front of the office.
"Don't be like that, Tracy, think of the extra business credits for your future choices of college!" Ricky's voice echoed out from the office.
"IT'S TRIXIE!" The girl yelled from within the office.
"Trinity?"
"TRIXIE!"
"Trachelle?"
"IT'S TRIXIE!"
"Ah! Tracylynn."
"IT'S TRIXIE! T. R. I. X. I. E. TRIXIE!"
"Right, I got you down as Treona!"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S TRIXIE!"
"I'm running out of space here! So it was Tramy?"
"...You're not even trying any more, are you?" Trixie seethed out.
Turner glanced at his fairy godparents, before he stepped off his scooter to walk up closer towards the front door.
Inside the building
Ricky straightened out his paperwork as he sat at his desk, before setting them down to look at Trixie with an excited attitude, "Alright Tricky, everything is in order! Welcome to Crazy Ricky's Odd Services!" The teen announced while pulling out a party favor that he pulled its string on, and with fanfare confetti popped out the cone he held.
Trixie with a disheveled attitude, stood upright away from the nasty looking couch. She tried everything to get the bus driver to say her name right, and the one time he did say it right, he misspelled her name with a Y instead of the I and E at the end of her name.
She had thought her dad should've been worried for her by now, but she unfortunately had discussed with him of going over to the other popular kids' homes to play for today. Trixie would have never thought her day would turn out like this, her idle thoughts however were soon interrupted when the bus Driver's office phone rang.
That reminds her, she should just leave and call a limo, the day was already a wash in trying to reason with the crazy teenager.
Trixie reeled back when the bus driver got up in her face, "Tracy, good news!" The teen announced.
The 'popular girl' glowered at the idiot in front of her, "It's…*sigh*, what's the news?" Trixie bit out with a glare, before having to bring up her arms to catch a new bright blue jumper suit. The girl stumbled back, before dropping the attire out of annoyance.
"Someone needs a new coat of paint for their house!" Ricky announced joyously while zooming off into the back, Trixie could hear the sounds of clangs and crashes, before the teenager emerged back out in a paint splotched jumper suit of his own. "To the Paint-mobile!" Ricky dramatically announced while pointing out towards the front door.
Trixie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "As if I'm going- *yelp*!" She said before the teenager picked her up and put her under his arm, "Come assistant, thar be sidings to blast with buttloads of paint!" Ricky dramatically stated while grabbing her jumper as well, and dashed out through the front door.
Ricky halted in his steps when he stepped outside with a squirming Trixie under his arm, he noticed a new pair of pink and green bushes by his office window. His eyes squinted, before making an excited expression when he noticed a certain pink hat poking out. "Timmy!" The teen announced as he picked the kid out from the bushes by the shirt. "Watchya doin here!?" He asked the godchild of Cosmo and Wanda
"Uh …" Timmy sweated, deeply regretting not ducking lower, "...Wanted ad! Yeah! I came to sign up for the wanted ad!" Timmy quickly responded with a smile.
Ricky made a critical look at Timmy, before grinning excitedly. "Welcome aboard, we can do the paperwork after we spray up a house with paint!" The teenager declared with glee.
Before Timmy could ask 'what', both he and Trixie made shouts of surprise when they were thrown into a van's front seat door window. While Timmy landed on the center seat within the van, Trixie ended up landing in the seat next to the door. Both children were in a daze after being tossed into the vehicle, neither yet realizing they sat so close in the disparity of popular and unpopular.
As Ricky jauntily strode up to his driver side of the van, the Bouncer, that usually blocks unpopular kids from interacting with the popular kids, somehow showed up with a circle diagram of a chart. "Hey buddy, don't you know the-" he tried to explain to the teenager of 'clique' rules, before getting picked up by Ricky over his head. "What the!" The bouncer shouted while dropping his chart in the process.
"Today must be my lucky day with new employees!" Ricky joyfully declared as he took the large man towards the back to throw him into the back of the van, the teen deftly used his foot to open the doors by the latch handles.
"Wait, I'm not-" The bouncer tried to reason with Ricky, only to be thrown into the van and the doors to be shut on him.
Ricky rushed off to get into his driver's seat of the van, and with an open and shut of the door he took out his keys to start the vehicle up. "Crazy Ricky's Odd Services Syndicate, here we come!" The teen boisterously announced as he harshly backed the van up, and used the speed to spin around and go forward. Ricky honked his horn with a smile, a 'la cucaracha' sound echoed as the teenager drove the van off the premises.
AN; ah , nothing beats the feeling of having a blast with painting a house, especially if you use a sprayer or roller.