A Crazy night begins
It was another night of Timmy's parents leaving the house, Mister Turner was sending his goodbyes for the night while standing at the passenger side of his vehicle. "Bye Timmy, have a great time with the sitters!" He waved cheerfully before entering the car with Missus Turner at the wheel.
Up in the second floor of the house, Vicky could be seen waving with a smile at the Turners. A moment later, Timmy jumped up to press against the window and yell, "Wait, don't leave, take me with you!" He begged with his arms waving up and down for emphasis of his plight.
Vicky promptly pushed Timmy from out of view in the window and began patting someone while showering whatever she was petting with praise. "I love you!" She began to say with a smile, "Yes I do!" Vicky assured whoever she was petting.
From within the Turners' vehicle, Timmy's mom and dad glanced over in the direction where Vicky was with satisfied smiles. Mrs. Turner spoke up first among the two, "Aw, listen to Vicky." She began to say, "Isn't it great to have a babysitter that loves our Timmy so much?" Timmy's mom asked her husband.
"You're so smart, cute, and well groomed!" Vicky continued to speak with a smile while petting someone out of view.
Mister Turner glanced at his wife with a grin, "And so complementary, usually you gotta pay extra for that!" he remarked. Timmy's mom and dad laughed before Mrs. Turner drove off with Mrs. Turner to spend the night to themselves.
Back through the view of the window as Vicky continued to pet whoever she was petting, Ricky came into view through the window next to the one Vicky could be seen. "You talking to me?" He asked cheekily while he had a few pipes in his arms, the teen was in his work overalls with a few grease splotches on his face.
From the view of inside the house now, Vicky was actually praising and petting her pet dog, Doyle, but once Ricky had asked said question she stopped to turn around with a glare. "I wasn't speaking to you!" She yelled in anger, before turning to face her pet dog with a loving smile. "I was speaking to Doyle!" Vicky continued petting her dog. "Yes I was, wasn't I Doyle?" She spoke gently to Doyle, while the dog wagged his tail in excitement.
Ricky shrugged to himself before walking past the two to enter the hallway bathroom, "Come on Timmy! Let me show you the difference between an 'L' pipe and a straight pipe!" The teen hollered out from within the bathroom.
Timmy glanced between the relationship of Vicky and Doyle, and contemplated on a wish of what it'd be like if Vicky treated him like Doyle. Breaking him out of his thoughts, Ricky had leaned out from within the hallway. "Yo twerp!" He exclaimed with a grin, "You alright over there?" Ricky asked Timmy in a curious tone.
Shaking himself out of his funk, Timmy turned to head over with a curious look on his face. "Why would I need to know the difference between pipes?" He asked the teenager while he strode over into the bathroom where Ricky was working, Timmy glanced around inside the room to see the sink and toilet removed.
"Simple!" Ricky began to say with his hands on his sides with an easy going grin, "First though, let me show you an 'L' pipe." The teen said with a glance around the bathroom, before frowning to himself. "Oh shoot!" Ricky exclaimed in bemusement at himself, and smacked his face.
Timmy gave Ricky a curious look, "Uh, what, did you forget to bring an…uh 'L' pipe?" He asked the teenager.
Ricky brought his hands up to bring his fist down into his other palm, "New plan and lesson, the woes and trials of getting the stuff you need." The teen nodded to himself, before exiting out the bathroom. "Come on, I'll pick up dinner on the way back!" Ricky exclaimed excitedly, prompting Timmy to rush after the teenager.
"Wait up! Don't leave me with Vicky!" He yelled as he dashed after Ricky.
As Timmy followed Ricky to the stairway, Vicky had stopped petting Doyke and moved in front of Ricky with her hands on her hips. The teen girl glared at Ricky, "Where do you think you're going?" She accused the other teen in front of her.
While Vicky's attention was on Ricky, Timmy slipped around the two, before rushing off to the stairway to get out of the eventual spat between the two teens.
Ricky blinked a few times before grinning in response, "Heading out with the little man to acquire a few more pipes!" He lifted his hands up with his haphazard shrug he did with his answer to Vicky.
Forming an evil smirk on her face, Vicky held out a paper with a list of things to do. "I don't think so!" She declared connivingly, "The little twerp has a list of chores to do from this list!" Vicky states with a malicious grin.
Ricky looked momentarily at the paper Vicky held up with a curious gaze, before looking back at Vicky. "Uh, Vicky, this is a list of things to do for your dog…" he began to say towards Vicky, "In your handwriting!" Ricky accused with an amused look at Vicky.
"And the hand that wrote it-" Vicky started to say with a calm smile, before pulling Ricky over by his collar of his overalls. She glared and brought her fist up into Ricky's face, "Makes this! Now move you two!" Vicky yelled into Ricky's face.
Wiping the spittle from his face, Ricky flashed a cheeky grin at Vicky. "That there be some fighting words partner!" He exclaimed in a western cowboy accent, while grabbing at Vicky's shirt to pick her up by the collar now. Vicky began to glare more heatedly at Ricky at his audacity to pick her up in such a fashion, while Ricky simply had a challenging grin on his face. "Why don't you get your lazy butt into gear, and do it yourself!" He cheekily suggested.
Downstairs in the living room
"Lazy!? I'll show you lazy!" Vicky yelled from upstairs, before the sound of the two teens could be heard getting into another fight.
Timmy had managed to make it downstairs and sit over on the sofa within the living room, he glanced up from watching the television to see the hanging light shake a bit as the two teenagers traded fists. He could hear fists smacking flesh as Vicky and Ricky tumbled through the upstairs hallway, Timmy rolled his eyes and picked up the television remote to turn the volume up.
*crash* Timmy stood up abruptly after hearing the sound of a window breaking, followed by the sound of Vicky shrieking in shock as she fell to the outside front yard. Hopping up to stand on the couch and look outside through the window, Timmy witnessed Vicky get back up before making a squawk of shock when she looked up where she fell from. "And the crowd calls for the finisher!" Ricky yelled from upstairs, before Timmy could hear the teenager run and jump through the window.
Timmy watched with morbid amusement as Ricky had attempted to jump and body slam into Vicky, only for said Teen girl to evade the attempt and leave Ricky to crash into the ground face down. Timmy jumped a bit when a thunderstorm started up, leaving the two teens to fight in the rain.
Sitting back down to watch Crash Nebula on the television, Timmy was about to turn the volume up a bit more, only for the front door to slam open as Ricky and Vicky barreled through the doorway throwing fists into each other's faces.
Timmy scooted a bit away as the teenager tumbled around on the ground as their fight became a cartoonish dustball with fists flying, right before their exchanging of fists took them into the kitchen with the sound of kitchenware crashing following soon after.
Glancing over to the side where he saw Vicky's dog attempt to get onto the couch, Timmy shooed the dog away. "Scat, come on boy, no clawing up the couch!" He demanded from the dog, Timmy was sure his parents didn't want their couch scratched up.
Pulling herself out from the kitchen with her hands on the doorway, Vicky glared at Timmy with a snarl. Her face had scuff marks all over it now, "Don't be telling Doyle what to-" Vicky was stopped from continuing to speak when Ricky grabbed her by the face and pulled her back into the kitchen. "Timmy's right, no pets on the furniture!" Ricky declared, followed by a fist punch
"And I say, Doyle can do what he wants tonight, he's getting fixed tomorrow!" Vicky yelled back, followed by a retaliatory punch from her.
Both Timmy and Doyle instinctively cringed when the sound of silverware could be heard clanging and thrown around, Timmy thought back to what Vicky had said though afterwards. 'Oh…that's why she's nice to Doyle…' Timmy thought to himself and glanced over at the dog, the pet was busy using his hind leg to scratch at his ear. 'And here I was thinking of making a wish to trade places with Doyle…that was close!' He continued to think in his mind with a wave of relief washing over him.
'Hoh boy, that would've been a crisis' , Timmy now pitied Doyle somewhat. Glancing over at the clock that hung above the doorway of the kitchen, Timmy mused that it was still early in the night. It was going to be a good half hour or so Timmy supposedly thought until the teens calm down and stop fighting, an hour at most he supposed.