Do not expect normal from crazy when painting a house
Crocker Residence
The sound of a lawnmower could be heard in the area. Coming out from the backyard, Denzel Crocker pushed an engine-powered lawn mower into the front yard, cutting up the lawn as he walked. The elementary school teacher had a dour expression on his face, the fairy godparent crazed theorist man grumbled to himself when he ran over a rock that shot out and hit his crocker van. "Stupid rocks!" Crocker hissed in annoyance, with an angered look.
On the Dimmsdale highway, a van with the logo C.R.O.S, zoomed by and weaved through traffic. Shouts of shock and fright could be heard from inside the vehicle as it traveled through the highway.
Denzel Crocker pulled out a rolled hose from his garage, and carried it off towards the front yard water spicket. The Dimmsdale elementary teacher dropped the bundled up hose to the ground, before grabbing the end meant to connect to a water spicket source with him to said water faucet.
With a few twists and tightening fit, Crocker left from the water spicket after turning it on. The hunched man grabbed the rest of his garden hose, and carried it off towards his van to wash some dirt off. Once Crocker reached his vehicle, the man took the end where the water came out from and pressed his thumb over the hole to increase the water pressure coming out. He really outa buy a water sprayer attachment the next time he goes to the hardware store, he's always going there every other day anyways!
Ricky's paint van barreled through the highway, passing by dozens of cars on the way through. The vehicle was soon driven towards a sharp turn in the highway, the van continued going and ramped off over the concrete barriers. The van's engine revved up as it careened through the air, and went through a billboard while creating a hole in it in the process.
Crocker tossed the garden hose aside when he felt he had cleaned his van enough, the man brought his arm up to look at his wrist watch with a frown. 'His' house needed a new coat of paint, and at a cheap price, his tenure as a teacher only paid so much. Crocker waltzed back to the house's front yard water spicket to turn the water off, and begin rolling the hose back up.
After getting enough of the garden hose rolled up into his arms, Crocker headed back into his open garage to put the hose away and grab his electric shears. The tree bushes by the front door were getting a little out of control, Denzel Crocker supposed he might as well fix up the front lawn bushes a bit while he waits for the painter to arrive.
Ricky Torrence…Crocker distinctly remembers having the crazy kid as a student…
"I'm not crazy!" Crocker spontaneously shouted, "Fairy godparents do exist!" The man spazzed out at the words 'fairy godparents'...
"Ah! There you are!" The elementary school teacher exclaimed while pulling out his electric bush shears, at least his mother wasn't home to hear him spazz out again…
"I'm telling you, I'm not crazy!" Crocker exclaimed with a finger pointed up, and an annoyed look in his eyes.
Ricky's van landed with a harsh thud onto a street, before zooming off once more through the local business streets. The vehicle drifted into a turn at an intersection, deftly missing every car that was almost in the way. The paint van righted itself, before continuing onward straight through the street.
Denzel Crocker allowed himself a momentary smile as he trimmed his hedges, maybe he should look into the hobby of bonsai trees his therapist always insisted he take up…his nerves definitely have calmed down a bit…
The elementary school teacher clicked the off switch on his electrical shears, and stood back to inspect his work. Crocker nodded to himself and waltzed back to his garage to put his power tool away.
As the man exited out from his garage after putting his tool away, Crocker glanced around when he heard an obnoxious horn in the distance. "Hrm…" the elementary school teacher hummed to himself in thought while placing his finger on his chin, before taking out his garage door remote to shut the door.
Once the door was shut, Crocker pocketed his remote away just before looking on in shock as a van came careening around the corner of his street; The fairy godparent crackpot theorist looked on in fright for his van with the expensive equipment inside it, the van that came careening down his street headed for the curb in front of his home.
Alarms went off in Crocker's mind as the van began to somehow spin around as it headed his way, before the vehicle slammed right behind his own van in some crazy parking maneuver that had the back end face Crocker's home. The elementary school teacher wiped the brow on his head in relief, but was short-lived when the back doors opened to reveal…
Denzel Crocker held his shaking finger up with a look up trepidation, "Is that a-"
"UNLEASH THE GATLING PAINTER!" Ricky yelled through a megaphone while popping out his driver's window with a manic grin.
"...oh no…" Crocker whispered as his eyes dilated in fear, his mind desperately telling him to move out of the way.
Within the back of the van, clad in their own jean jumpers and manning the gatling painter….
Earlier
Trixie glared at the jumpsuit that she held, a seat belt held her down from the swerving of the van. "I keep telling you, I'm not working for you!" She shrieked.
Ricky turned his head to look at Trixie while driving his van, "You're gonna wanna put it on Teena, the Gatling painter can get real messy!" The teen warned her.
Timmy, who sat in the middle with a seatbelt on as well, lifted his finger up. "Uh, Ricky, her name is-" he tried to speak up with a confused look at the teen, not sure why Ricky was messing up Trixie's name.
Trixie angrily slapped her hand over Timmy's mouth, and held out her other hand with her finger out at Ricky. "IT'S TRIXIE! TRIXIE TANG!" The girl yelled out with a comically jagged teeth snarl, and eyes filled with fire in them. Trixie pulled her hand off from Timmy's mouth, and proceeded to wipe her hand onto her new pair of jumper jeans….wait, no!
Timmy wasn't sure how to react to Trixie's behavior, on one hand she slapped his mouth…on the other hand she touched him!
Trixie pointed at Timmy with a scowl towards him, "Listen, I already know you know my name, but the stupid bus driver can't even get my name right!" She exclaimed with a heated tone.
From the back of the van, the bouncer from earlier came into view as he gripped onto the back of the front seat backrests. The man glanced towards the teen with a disapproving look, "Look buddy, popular-" the man tried to explain about cliques, only to have the teen shove his face out of sight.
"Get your gear on buddy! We're almost there!" Ricky announced as he sat up on his knee, while facing towards the back of the van. The teenager had his other foot steer the wheel of the van as he focused his attention on the bouncer in the back, "This is your first day on the job Jeffery! You gotta make a better impression on me!" Ricky exclaimed at the man.
The bouncer craned his head forward as he laid back on the vehicle floor after getting shoved back, he gave the teen an incredulous look. "Uh…How'd you know my name was Jeffery?" The man asked quizzically.
Ricky scoffed with a proud look, and puffed his chest up. "Cause you look like a Jeffrey!" He exclaimed and gave the man a thumbs up, "Good guess, right?"
'Jeffery' rubbed his head, not sure how to handle his situation. "I…guess so?"
"Good!" Ricky responded with a bright look, "Now get your jumper jeans on, they're right beside ya!" The teen pointed out, Jeffrey glanced beside him as he sat up with confusion.
Who was this teen?
Ricky was promptly pulled away by Timmy and Trixie, "THE ROAD!" the kids yelled in fear, the teen placed his hands back onto the steering wheel with a grin. The two kids quickly put their seat belts back on as the van headed towards a sharp turn in the highway, Ricky smiled manically and slammed the gas pedal down. "YEEHAW!" the teen bellowed in excitement, with the others shouting out in fright.
-Present-
Trixie didn't like it, but at least they all wore the garish clothing…that and she was allowed to wear a hat to hide herself from getting her reputation ruined. The 'bouncer' clad in his own size of a jean jumper suit, manned the heavy duty Gatling painter while Timmy and Trixie would feed the paint ammo into the twin slots.
Meanwhile with Crocker…
With a whir of the gun's wind up, Crocker began dodging like a madman as the Gatling painter unleashed its payload unto his house. The elementary school teacher would do jumps and rolls as he tried getting out of the way, only to keep dodging as even spray paintballs headed his way. After a minute passed of Crocker deftly dodging every paintball bullet, the man collapsed out of exhaustion after hearing the gun had stopped firing.
WHO FREAKING USES A GATLING GUN FOR PAINTING HOUSES!
"Bombs away!" Ricky yelled through his megaphone, prompting Crocker to worry for his life. This can't be worth the cheap prices that Crazy Ricky's Odd Services charges…
Jeffrey assisted in getting out a mortar cannon of some sort, "uh…now, ya going to wanna back away kids." The bouncer, clad in his jean jumper, held his arm in the way of Timmy and Trixie as he ignited the carriable mortar cannon. With a screaming sound, a ball was sent into the air from the mortar cannon, and towards the backyard of Crocker's home. The two children watched with rapt attention as the ball landed into the backyard with a loud explosion, paint flew up into the air followed by dozens of fireworks shooting up into the sky from the backyard.
The three new 'employees' of Crazy Ricky's odd Services awed and oohed as the fireworks lit up the evening sky, Ricky's face followed by the name of his business and phone number were being advertised as the fireworks exploded in the air.
"And that is a wrap!" Ricky yelled into his megaphone, "Let's hop back in, and get ya all back home!" The teen announced with a cheerful tone through his megaphone.
Timmy and Trixie looked towards each other with a shrug, before climbing in the van through the back, the bouncer brought the equipment back into the van before getting in himself and shut the back doors.
Crocker continued laying on the front yard grass with a shocked look, the sound of the van could be heard zooming off with an obnoxious horn. "What just happened?" The elementary school teacher asked himself in confusion.
Later
With a screeching halt, Ricky's painting van parked at the curb in front of Timmy's house. The passenger front door opened with Trixie exiting out first, followed by Timmy who was halted by Trixie as she held him by the shoulder. The girl, still clad in her jumper and hat to hide her identity, pointed at Timmy with a heated look. "Not a word about this to the other kids! Got it?" She hissed out.
Timmy glanced at the hand and smiled towards Trixie, "Sure thing! It was actually fun hanging out today with you if I'm being honest!" He declared.
Trixie's face made a look of surprise, "just…just." The girl looked around in caution, before sighing to herself. "Whatever, just promise not a word about today, Tommy." Trixie asked the boy softly, before removing her hand off the boy's shoulder to get back into the van.
Timmy frowned and turned around to face Trixie, "It's Timmy-" he tried to correct her, only for the van door to be shut. Timmy sighed as the Van zoomed out once more, and smiled with a shrug. "It's a start." He told himself, before marching himself off into his home.
Tang Residence
From out of the neighbor's pond across the street, a van jettisoned out of the water and landed over at the front gate of Trixie's home. Water dripped from the vehicle as it parked at the curb, the passenger door opened with Trixie exiting out. The girl's legs felt like jello to her as she tried to walk towards the entrance gate; how the teen managed to drive into a pond, then exit out a different one that was the neighbor's across from her home, Trixie vowed to never find out.
She needed to retain some sanity after all!
Trixie stopped in place to glance back at the van when she heard the window slide down, Ricky was leaning across the seat and out the passenger window with an excited smile. "Remember Tiffany, Saturday at nine am!" The teen held his thumb out in excitement.
Trixie glowered at the teen, before turning back around to continue on heading home. "Whatever." She muttered…
That Gatling painter was not fun, she refused to acknowledge it was fun!
"Great!" Ricky hollered behind her, before the sound of the van could be heard screeching off into the distance.
As Trixie waltzed up through the front lawn concrete walkway, she paused and looked down at herself…she was still wearing her jumpsuit! Quick, she needs to-
"Ah there you are!" Trixie's dad announced as he opened the mansion's front door, "I see you had fun at the art gala!" He exclaimed with a passing glance at her attire.
Trixie glanced down, and nervously looked back at her dad. "Right! Yeah, it was totally fun at the gala." She remarked as she waltzed into her home.
Mister Tang shut the door as Trixie headed up to her room, "Go wash up hun, Dinner should be ready soon!"
Trixie glanced back with a smile, "Sure thing dad!" She hollered as she climbed the stairways, art gala? What art gala?
'…Just roll with it Trixie, it's the best explanation you have for now.' Trixie told herself in her thoughts.
Today was weird, crazy, and not fun dang it!
AN; And that wraps up the episode of a 'wish too far', instead of Timmy overwishing popular stuff to gain Trixie's attention, both get an exciting adventure in painting a house!
That was a bit of fun to write while listening to Hungarian Rhapsody no.2