Time Travel is Crazy

It was a sunny day for the Turner parents as they exercised on the backyard patio, Mister Turner was performing jumping jacks while Missus Turner hopped through her jump rope. Timmy could be seen looking out through the kitchen window with a bored expression, stuck inside to do chores in the kitchen.

"Come on honey!" Mr. Turner cheered on his wife with a cheerful grin as he did his jumping jacks, Mrs. Turner in the meanwhile had an exhausted expression on her face as she continued her exercise with her jump rope. "Smile!" Timmy's dad continued on saying, "Smiles make everything better!" The man encouraged her.

Timmy's mom didn't stop, but responded in gasping breaths. "Chest. On. Fire. Can't. Breath." Mrs. Turner gasped out as she jumped through her rope.

From inside the kitchen, Timmy looked out the kitchen window with an annoyed expression while holding a mop. "Man, it's an awesome day!" The kid remarked, before turning around on a kitchen stool he stood on to reach the sink and counters. "And I'm stuck in the house doing chores!" Timmy gestured with his arms out, before putting the mop he held into the mop bucket that sat beside the stool he stood on.

Timmy hopped off from his stool, and stood back onto the kitchen floor. "If there was less stuff to clean in here, I'd be done by now!" He exclaimed with annoyance.

From over by the moved out stove that had its oven door down, Ricky popped out from behind with a dirtied face. The teenager pulled out a towel from his work overalls to wipe his face off of sweat, Timmy glanced over at Ricky with a look of caution. "It's the dishes!" The teen chimed in with a grin towards Timmy, earning a confused look from said kid.

"Dishes?" Timmy asked with a curious tone, while glancing around.

Ricky put his rag away to look towards Timmy, "Yeah, your mom really needs to invest in a dishwasher!" The teen pointed out.

Timmy let out a hum of thought, and tapped away at his chin while thinking to himself. While Ricky ducked back down behind the moved out oven to continue working on it, Cosmo and Wanda poofed behind Timmy as mice. Wanda was the first to speak up, "Got an idea sport?" She asked him as she glanced up at him.

"I wish for-" Timmy began to say with a satisfied look, and finger up in the air to declare his wish.

"Heat Vision!" Cosmo interrupted Timmy excitedly, "Wish for heat vision!" The fairy godparent shook with anticipation.

Timmy smiled in response, "A dishwasher can come later, I'm going with a super power!" The boy responded, and held his arms out in excitement. "I wish I had heat vision!" Timmy wished from his fairy godparents.

With a poof of magic from Cosmo and Wanda's wands as they held their sticks out towards Timmy, Timmy's eyes lit up a pink hue. "Awesome!" The fairy godchild declared, before shooting his heat vision beam at Cosmo's crown.

Cosmo looked up at his melted crown with a frown, while Wanda smiled. "Hey, that's not funny." He remarked, only to glance and see his fairy wife get her crown melted next by Timmy's heat vision as well. "Now it's funny!" Cosmo exclaimed with a happy expression, while Wanda looked up at her crown with a frown now.

Timmy let out an 'evil' maniacal laugh as he unleashed his heat vision all over the kitchen, he finished laughing and using his heat vision after seeing everything was now a burnt crisp…including his godparents.

"I smell burnt toast…" Ricky's voice echoed from behind the oven, Cosmo and Wanda poofed out of sight while Timmy worriedly stood in place; in his drunken stupor of power craze, Timmy had forgotten that Ricky was in the Kitchen with him. The teenager stood up while sniffing the air, before making a surprised look at the kitchen.

"Woah…." Ricky spoke in shock, Timmy sweated up a storm as he tried to think up an excuse. The teenager glared down at the stove he stood behind, "Look what this stove did to the kitchen!" Ricky yelled in anger, and looked over towards Timmy with a worried expression. "Yo, twerp, you alright!" The teen asked the boy with a tone of worry.

Timmy perked up at the Teen's reasoning for a burnt up kitchen, "Uh, yeah! I managed to take cover in the cupboard beneath the sink!" He responded to Ricky with a nervous smile.

Ricky glanced around the kitchen with a scrutinizing look, before shrugging to himself and gestured for Timmy to exit the kitchen with his thumb. "You better get outta here." The teen declared with a heated glare at the stove he stood behind, "Can't have you near this thing if it repeats the same action!" Ricky instructed Timmy with a disappointed look at the oven contraption.

Timmy took his que to leave, "Right, got some…other chores to do anyways!" He reasoned as he left the kitchen, getting a shooing gesture from Ricky before the teen climbed out from behind the stove.

As the teenager knelt down onto the floor after stepping in front of the oven, Ricky glanced up and around as blaster noises could be heard. The teen glanced side to side, before making a thoughtful look as he focused his attention back onto the oven in front of him. "Timmy should've just wished for the dishwasher." Ricky whispered to himself with a concentrated look as he pulled out a flashlight to look inside the oven with its door down.

The teenager began to crawl a bit further into the oven, "Mrs. Turner really needs to clean her oven out more." Ricky's voice echoed out from within the stove, before pulling his head out from the oven.

"Gah!" Mister Turner could be heard screaming in pain, prompting Ricky to look out towards the kitchen window. "Trophy senses, tingling…to the trophy case!" Timmy's dad could be heard announcing.

From the kitchen doorway leading out into the backyard patio, Mister Turner slammed the door open before entering his home and rushing off to head to his trophy room. Ricky glanced back towards the opened doorway to see an exhausted Mrs. Turner, the mother of Timmy gasped out a few breaths before gulping out a few words after he looked at her ruined kitchen. "What. Happened. Kitchen. Burnt." She gasped out.

Ricky glanced over and pointed at the stove he was working on, "I'm afraid the stove was the cause." The teen informed Mrs Turner.

Timmy's mom shrugged to herself, before heading into her home with a less exhausted look. "I told my husband that the stove needed to be replaced." She remarked while leaving out of sight.

Ricky waited for Timmy's mom to leave, before glancing out the kitchen window. The teenager grinned while counting down with his fingers, "And here…we…go…!" He announced in anticipation for a bleak 'smile' dystopia to meet crazy 'happy'.

!-Time warped Poof-!

Smile dystopia

Clad in nothing but torn up jeans and a ragged black t-shirt, Ricky smiled like a loon as he gazed at his audience. Taking up refuge underneath a bar, the denizens looked at the teen with some measure of hope. Ricky grinned with a face painted white, and a large red smile drawn from the corner of his lips. The teenager had spun up how to give a real smile to 'dad', if he wanted smiles, they would give 'dad' the best crazy grins across the world.

If he wants smiles, they can give it.

Let's give him a good smile!

Across the globe and in every city, riots broke out with legions of clown face painted denizens. The people laughed as they rose against the happy dictatorship, their crazed smiles ever present as they fought against the smile police.

Within a skyscraper at the very top, Ricky stood with a detonator remote in hand. His eyes were bloodshot as he smiled crazely, a dozen or so of his happy joker followers stood behind with anticipation in their eyes and crazed grins. "You wanted smiles, 'Dad', here's the best one so far!" The teen guffawed in laughter, before pressing the switch on his remote.

Across the city of Dimmsdale, atop every skyscraper, paint exploded on the roofs, allowing a smiley face to be seen from the sky. Ricky watched on as every skyscraper building's windows were being broken, before legions of happy jokers rappelled down from the windows to begin painting clown faces on the sides of the buildings.

Ricky swung his arms out with a crazy smile, "You want smiles, then have all the smiles!" The teenager cackled out into the air, followed by the followers behind him.

Mister Turner's house

Mister Turner didn't know what was going on, he had thought his dictatorship was solid in ruling earth while forcing everyone to smile and call him dad. In the recent week however, a riot broke out with a group calling themselves the happy jokers.

It started out with graffiti with white faces and red smiles, then it escalated into a worldwide phenomenon of crazy happy joker people. What was going on!

Meanwhile

Zooming through a time warp tunnel, Timmy screeched to a halt on his time scooter to witness an awful sight. Hippy Cosmo and Wanda floated beside Timmy with shocked looks, all around them they saw ruined buildings with the sounds of riots in the background. Hippy Wanda was the first to speak up as she saw smile signs mixed in with graffitied clown faced signs, "Woah, the future looks…" tried to Express her words.

"Clownish and dystopian happy?" Cosmo chimed in with a confused look as he glanced around, the three of them could see clown painted faces on the skyscrapers in the distance.

Timmy turned his head to look up at 'Cosmo' and 'Wanda', "oh no!" He exclaimed with his arms out in a gesture, "I changed the future!" Timmy remarked in worry.

"Halt!" AJ's voice could be heard saying with a flashlight shone on Timmy, causing him to block his eyes from the brightness.

Hippy Cosmo and Wanda look on in worry, "It's the man, man!" Wanda announced, 'Cosmo' pointed forward at the 'police'. "Fight the power!" He exclaimed, before both of them poofed out of sight.

Timmy hopped off his scooter to greet his 'friends' with a smile, "Chester, AJ, boy am I glad to see-"

His friends, clad in what his dad wore, had ever present smiles on their faces. Chester was the first to speak up, "Welcome to Dimmesdale, please don't smile too much like a clown!" He warned with a happy expression.

"Or else!" AJ added with a wide smile at Timmy, "Now show us-" AJ was going to say, before the sound of Moped could be heard heading their way. The three of them glanced down the road with different reactions, Timmy felt he heard the familiar moped engine, while Chester and AJ looked around with nervous smiles.

"BATTER UP!" Ricky yelled as he ramped off from the roof of a building while holding a bass guitar in hand, the teenager leapt from his moped as he careened through the air towards the three children.

"Ricky?" Timmy asked at the odd facepaint on the teenager's face, "Run!" AJ yelled with a smile, prompting both of Timmy's friends to run in place to get out of the way.

As Ricky landed and skidded across the pavement towards the children, the teenager now had both hands on the neck of his bass guitar. Just as AJ and Chester were about to run off, Ricky reached the two and swung his guitar into them with a loud 'chun' of the weapon that the teenager hit them with.

The two friends of Timmy were launched into the air before smacking into the lid of a dumpster, then fell into the dumpster with the lid closing on them. Timmy looked towards where his friends were launched towards with worry, before turning to look at Ricky with a glare. "What was that for, they were my friends!" He yelled angrily, only to back away and fall on his rear when Ricky got into his face with a manic grin.

The teenager looked down at Timmy with an ever present crazed grin and expression, "And what makes you think those smiling followers of Mister Turner are your friends?" Ricky asked him, before breaking out into cackles of laughter.

Timmy let a frown form on his face, what happened?...

AN; Time paradoxes are crazy!