It was Thursday afternoon at Dimmsdale Elementary. The final bell had run and all the kids where pouring out of the building, excited that tomorrow was Friday. The last thing between a weekend of freedom. You could practically hear a jumpy tune in the air.

Two girls were walking together and chit-chatting , when they were suddenly forced to halt as a small, bucked tooth boy wearing a silly pink hat stepped in there path.

"Hey, Trixie" Said Timmy Turner cheerful as he walked up to her. "I just wanted to tell you that I got tickets to the special early premiere of "The Crimson Chin 2". Trixie's aloof manner was instantly replaced with a wide eyed surprise.

"Really?" said Trixie excitement in her voice. Trixie would have killed to go to that premiere. But she couldn't let anyone know she was actually interested in a silly comic book movie, so there was no way she could use her clout as the richest and most popular girl get in. She'd just have to wait and sneak away one week-end in her boy disguise or so she thought. "How does Timmy pull this kind'a stuff off." she thought to herself.

"Yeah. And I hear there's a post credit stinger for the new Skull Squishier!" Timmy knew that was her favorite comic from the time he talked to Trixie in the comic book store as Timantha. So he was hoping that would further entice her.

"Oh that was leaked onto the internet months ago." said Trixie casually as she waved her hand. Then Trixie noticed that Veronica was giving her a narrowed side-ways glace.

"Wha did you just say?" Asked Veronica. Panic shot down Trixie as her eyes darted between the tickets to Veronica and back. She bit her lip a bit and forced the next few words out her mouth.

"I mean…I would rather go to the opening of a sewage treatment facility that be caught in a with a bunch of boys watching there overpriced nerd fuel." Said Trixie coldly.

"Wait a minute, I thought you like the Crimson Chin! Why in the world would you dress up like a 'Jack-o-bot' for Halloween if you didn't?" said Timmy in frustration.

"First of all…" Veronica spoke up in a snooty tone. "…it was Chad and Tad's idea. And Second, we only agreed to wear them because they were, like, super rare and valuable."

"So you only do anything if it makes you popular? All the time?" asked Timmy.

"Well not everything….SECURITY!" Veronica shrieked.

Just then the large bouncer appeared behind Timmy. But Timmy noticed that his right foot was bandaged up and he was standing on crutches.

"What happened to you?" Timmy asked.

"Hang-gliding accident on my vacation last week. Flew to low and nipped my leg on a tree branch.", said the Body Guard.

"And you're not making his job any easier by trying to talk to us!" said Veronica harshly.

"Now, now…I brought this on myself.", Body Guard interjected. "They said I was too heavy, but I didn't listen. But not to worry. My Insurance paid for helper dogs."

"Don't you mean helper 'dog'?", asked Timmy.

"Nope" replied the man as he raised a dog whistle to his mouth. After a few seconds of blowing, out of nowhere jumped three of the most vicious attack dogs Turner had ever seen, each at least three times his size.

"Oh-no." said Timmy as he turned to run. "

YOURMINDOKBYE!" yelled Timmy as he ran off, the dogs hot on his heels.

"Thank you." the two girls said in unison.

"Hey, no problem." said the Body Guard. "You can thank me by adhering to the state mandate weight restrictions on recreational equipment. So that the tragedy I've endured may never befall another soul." And with that he hobbled away.

As she listened to the sounds of high pitched screaming and dog barks in the distance, Trixe let out a sigh and stood there for a moment in contemplation.

"Do you ever feel bad about doing stuff like that to Timmy!" she asked herself more so than the girl next to her.

"Wha?" said Veronica, giving Trixie that same look as before.

"Well I don't mean just Timmy. All the unpopular kids. It's just…I don't know…Have you ever wanted to do…try something different?"

"You mean like going green or something. Because I did heard about this geek replanted made from the sweat of bullies." said Veronica. "If they could come up with some designer fragrances that doesn't smell like big sweaty guy then I wouldn't mind that."

"That's not exactly what I meant" said Trixie, looking down as the two walked.

"You know what's the perfect remedy for a deep down nagging feeling?" Said Veronica as she put her arm around Trixie.

" Soul searching and personal growth?" replied Trixie.

"Shoe shopping!" said Veronica gleefully.

"Oooo! That sounds way better!"

It was hours later when Timmy finally reached his house after loosing the pack of dogs. He dragged himself to the front door. And as he stood up, the door opened to reveal Vicky the babysitter with a wicked grin on her face.

"HA-Ha-ha-ha." laughed Vicky evilly as she whipped her head back, lighting flashing and thunder clapping around her. "ARE YOU READY FOR A WORLD…OF…pain?"

Vicky got good look at the boy and cringed. Timmy was covered with an entire afternoon's worth of bite and claw marks. His cloths where torn and soaked with of dog saliva, and he was dirty and bruised from head to toe. Vicky watched as he swayed back and forth, struggling to keep his balance.

"What happened to you?" she asked.

"Dogs! Dogs… Big Dogs!" babbled Timmy as he shambled his way past Vicky.

"Oh man! Even I feel bad for you. And sometimes I killed a day just lurking an ice patch in front of an old folks home. Oh man there was this one time…ah well you've seen my Tube-You channel." Vicky cut herself short, seeing that Timmy was, or possible incapable of listening to her.

"You mom order a pizza…naturally, I ate it all…but there's penalty of those parmesan cheese and crushed pepper packets." she said in the nicest manner possible for Vicky.

"No thanks…." replied Timmy. "If you don't mind…I think I'll just…take a bath in peroxide and call it a night." Timmy then begin slowly creep up the stairs, struggling for every inch.

"Do you need any HEEE-ump!" Vick seemed to gag on the last word. "HEEELLL-gak!…HEEEELLL-pul! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…" Vicky tried repeatedly in vain to pronounce the word, her face almost turning purple.

"No, no!" Timmy finally said. "I can handle it from here." said Timmy.

"Ok…just…don't die." said Vicky casually as she returned to living room to watch TV.

"That could not have gone any worse." Timmy said out loud as he stood there in his underwear, trying in vain to changing into his pajamas but still hadn't quite recovered his coordination. Just then a quick puff of smoked appeared in the room with a 'Poof'. It dispersed to reveal three fairies hovering in mid air, two of which seemed just as ragged as Timmy.

"I though we'd never lose those dogs." Said Wanda. "They sure did a number on you, Sport." Wanda waved her wand and the pajamas that Timmy was struggling with instantly poofed onto Timmy. Wanda waved her wand again and Timmy was teleported to his bed. Wanda flew over to his side and raised her wand up again. This time the wand itself turned into a thermos. The cup separated itself and floated in mid-air as Wanda unscrewed the top pour out the contents.

"Careful. It's hot." she said. as the cup floated over to Timmy. He saw that it was warm chicken soup. He softly smiled as he grasped it with both hand and took a few sips.

"Yeah, if our lives were still a TV series, this afternoon would be the episode they ban because of the gratuitous violence." said a haggard Cosmo trying to hold on to Poof, who was spared the wrath of the dogs and just as wide eyed and bushy tailed as ever.

"I don't care about that. I just want Trixie to give me a chance." said Timmy after a big gulp of soup.

"Maybe you should stop giving her so many chances. Did you ever think about that?" said Wanda.

"It's not her fault, Wanda. She's just afraid to come out and admit she likes comics and video games and dead frogs and all of that stuff." said Timmy.

"There's being insecure. And then there's seating dogs on people. That girl is just… a big meanie!" said Wanda in a huff.

"WANDA!" said Cosmo, a gasped as he covered Poof ears.

"Listen…I…I don't know… have you ever seen something in someone that no one else saw… ah, you probably don't understand." said Timmy.

Wanda glanced back and look at Cosmo holding their son. Poof took his little stubby little hand and shoved it right up Cosmo's nose. He pulled it out to reveal a large booger.

"Hey! Give that back! It's not harvest yet and I'm trying to winner a blue ribbon this year." protested Cosmo. Then he snort up the booger back into his nostril. Poof just giggled at that.

"I think I know exactly what you mean." said Wanda. "Well…maybe…you could always wish to be just a little bit more popular again. You've had a lot more experience since you made that wish." mused Wanda. "Maybe your can handle it now."

"No way…" objected Timmy. "I don't even want to risk losing you or my friends again." But the look of stern resolve on the boy's face gave way to a frown. "I'm just going to have to face that Trixie's popularity is more important than anything to her." Timmy drank the last of the soup and handed the cup to Wanda. She returned it to the thermos, which then changed back to her wand. Timmy laid back and buried himself in the covers.

"Ahh, cheer up Timmy." said Cosmo. "You still got that movie to look forward to. And tomorrow is an other day!"

"Yeah, I guess. Good night guys." said Timmy.

"Good night, Timmy" said Wanda and Cosmo, just before the family of fairies turned into fish.

"I wonder if things would have turned out any different… if Trixie was never as popular?" said Timmy as he slowly fell asleep. " Yeah…I wish…"

The two older goldfish knew that their godson was merely musing, and they too drifted off. Which means no one was awake to see the youngest inhabitant of the fish bowl, who was still wide awake, gleefully shake his rattle as he recited a small "Poof! Poof!

"TIMMY! WAKE UP, SWEETHEART OR YOUR GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL." Mom shouted from downstairs. Timmy slowly cracked open each of his eyes. Even with the extra sleep, he was still drained from yesterday. He slowly turned in bed to face the goldfish bowl. Inside he saw the three fish. The two big ones were stretching and yawning as the younger one, excitedly swam circles around them.

"Good Morning, Sport!" said Wanda.

"A little help." said Timmy in a groggy manner. With only a nod of understanding and a smile the two fish raised their wands. And in a duel poof, Timmy was out of bed, which was now made, and dressed.

"Muchas Gracias." said Timmy as he made his way across the room. Timmy opened the door to his closet and an avalanche of comics fell out. After a few moments of shifting Timmy's head finally popped out of the top of pile.

"What the…I don't remember having this many comic books." said Timmy freeing his arms. After shaking his head he looked down to examine the comics.

"Oh my gosh!" said Timmy as one comic in particular caught his eye. "A first addition Crimson Chin 11! This is one of the rarest comics ever!" Timmy held up the comic book, his boyish enthusiasm overriding his better judgment, undid the back flap of the plastic sleeve and removed it for a closer expectation.

He carelessly tossed the sleeve aside and opened the book wide. As Timmy flipping through the comic, a small piece of paper fell out of between one of the pages.

"What's this?" Timmy picked up the paper only to see "Happy Birthday Timmy" written on it in very elegant handwriting. But in place of a signature, the was an imprint of a pair of lips in light purple lipstick.

"A gift from Grandma?", remarked Cosmo as the family of fairies mover closer.

"Do you know what this means?", asked Wanda rhetorically.

"Yeah, there goes the collectors value!" said Timmy as he open up the comic to revile a panel with the Crimson Chin sporting purple lipstick, another imprint where the message pressed against the comic.

"No!" nagged Wanda. "It means that someone's been in your room last night. Aren't the least bit alarmed."

"Hhmmm…well I know I have some girl who doesn't really know my birthday and apparently likes my enough to break into my house just to leave rare comics. Sooooooooooo… no." replied Timmy. He then remembered why he went to the closet, "Oh-oh, still late! Deal with possibly dangerous stalker after school." yelled Timmy as he grabbed his backpack.

Timmy slide down the banister and ran to the kitchen. Both Mom and Dad were sitting at different ends of the table.

"Morning Dad. Morning Mom." said Timmy as he jumped up to the table and poured himself a glass of milk and grabbed a piece of toast.

"Morning Son" said the two in unison. "Oh, by the way. The lawn mower is broken again." said Mom to Dad. Timmy cringed at the idea of the man who once went to the emergency room for 3rd degree burns for trying to fix an egg beater…going anywhere near the lawnmower.

"No problem." said Dad cheerful. "It'll be a snap. I've already got some help with it.", said Dad as he winked at Timmy. Timmy's eyes sank and he nearly choked on his milk.

"I'm sorry, Dad! I can't help you tomorrow…I'm really busy." said Timmy. Dad look at his son with slight confusion.

"Well, I wasn't talking about…", started Dad.

"Oh Man! Is that the bus? Gotta go!" interrupted Timmy as he shot up from the table and head towards the front door. Mom and Dad just looked at each other for a moment before Dad spoke up.

"Since when has he been riding the Bus?"

"Wait! Wait!" yelled Timmy as he ran across his lawn. But it was to late the bus was already at the end of the block and finally turned out of sight. Cosmo, Wanda and Poof just then reappeared on the branch of a nearby tree.

"Sorry about that, Sport!" said Wanda.

"Ah man! I wish I didn't have to walk to school." said the down-trotted Timmy, not really wishing but just talking out loud as he started down the sidewalk. But just as Wanda and Cosmo were about raise their wands, a huge white limo with gold trim rolled up to the side walk. Timmy and the three birds looked on as the driver stepped out and without a glance went and opened the back door.

"Ooo! Nice one guys." Timmy said to the three fairies in disguise. The fairies simply looked at each other in confusion.

"Good Morning, Young Timmy." said the driver in a friendly manner. "And how are we this morning?"

"Umm…Good… and how are you?" responded Timmy as he jumped into the vehicle. I thought it was a little funny that neither Cosmo nor Wanda was the driver or…the limo for that matter.

"Very Good, Sir. Thank you for asking." The driver than shut the door, promptly returned to the front and drove off. Meanwhile Timmy was getting comfortable in the spacious vehicle. He set his backpack beside him, stretched his legs out and placed his hands behind his head to lean back. He glanced around to see the limo had everything, even a mini-fridge.

"This is awesome." Said Timmy. As he opened the door, Cosmo, Wanda and Poof reappeared as bottles of water. "It was really nice of you guys to do this instead of just poofing me to school. I really appreciate this after the day I had yesterday." said Timmy.

"Umm…I don't think we did this." said Wanda. Timmy thought for a second.

"Wait, so if none of you did this, then why…" But before Timmy could finish his sentence, the limo stopped, jerking Timmy a little. The boy looked out the tinted windows. But to his surprise, instead of the school, he was now in the front of a large white mansion.

"Wait a minute. Is this…" But before Timmy could even finish his sentence he saw something that simultaneously answered his question…but then immediately raised so many more.

There on the steps of the mansion stood the girl Turner had seen many times before. But at that moment, it was like he was looking at her for the first time all over again.

I place of her usual white boots and skit was a pair of purple sneakers and blue jeans. She was wearing the same light purple-pink turtle neck, except the sleeves now ended at her four arms. Her hair, which was usually perfectly brushed and primed, now hung down in wild and messy, but not unpleasant, cascade. But the biggest difference was the fact that a pair of thin rimmed glasses now framed her eyes. It couldn't be…but it was. It was Trixie Tang.

Appearing to be in a rush herself, she ran up to the limo door and opened it before the driver could even get out. Timmy moved over slightly as she hopped in the back seat.

"Thanks, Scott." she said to the driver. The Driver just nodded in the rear-view mirror and started driving. "Sorry. I was late this morning. So I sent Scott to pick you up with out me."

Timmy couldn't answer. He just watched in amazement and confusion as Trixie pulled an old, woren "Dimmsdale" cap from her back pocket and begin to fold her hair up. After a few moments of hassling with it, she placed the cap over her hair and spent a few seconds more adjusting it.

But unlike the way she wore it when she was in boy disguise, Timmy noticed that she adjusted the brim to show her face. Trixie then turned to Timmy with a smile on her face and asked, "Do I look alright?"

Timmy, still taken back by this sight, just sat there with his mouth open. Trixie finally noticed his expression and her smile turned to a slight frown.

"Or should I say…are you alright?" asked Trixie. Timmy finally shook himself out of his state of vegetation.

"Ahh…yeah I'm ok and you…" said Timmy as he started thinking about her first question. He looked her over again, still trying to process the image that sat in front of him. Despite the radical changes, Timmy could do noting but completely approve her appearance. But the best was how Trixie herself looked at Timmy. Her eyes radiated a warmth that Timmy had seen directed at him only a few precious times. Timmy couldn't help but melt at the sight of them, even if the were now behind a pair of lenses.

"You look…Amazing!" said Timmy smiling, his shock now being replaced with a comfortable daze.

"Ah, your so sweet. Timmy." said Trixie.

"You remembered my name?" said Timmy, once again being jerked back to reality.

"Ahh…what's that supposed to mean?" giggled Trixie.

"Umm…nothing…it's just…does any of this seem strange to you." asked Timmy. Trixie moved her eyes around the interior of the Limo.

"What like…a funny smell or something…" replied Trixie. "…Because I had some drive thru in here the other day. I'm sure I didn't drop any onion but you never know. The way they cut them, there like little…"

"No…" interrupted Timmy. " I mean does anything that you and I are doing RIGHT NOW… seem strange to you." Trixie's eyebrows lowed into a hard line as she smirked.

"Not really. After all, we've been riding to school together since Kindergarten…Duh."