Timmy Turner flopped down on his bed. "I'm bored" the ten year old complained.

"You could go visit the Crimson Chin," suggested Wanda.

"Boring," Timmy rolled his eyes, not looking at his favorite Comic Book here.

Wanda pouted.

"How about a round of 'Rock-em, Smash-em' Robots?" Cosmos piped up.

Timmy pretended to snooze.

Come on, Timmy! Robot fights are fun." Cosmos pleaded.

"Not when you parents took you to see 'Real Steel' eight times, Eight!" Timmy cried. "And besides, whenever I choose what you want to do, I get in trouble, or …" Timmy started listing all the bad things that had happened.

Wanda stopped pouting, did a little jib in mid-air. Cosmo's eyes got bigger and he started to tear up. "You just don't want to play with me anymore," he wailed.

"Oh, hush up, Cosmos." Wanda slapped him on the back of his head. The green luminescent eyes shrank back to normal size and the sniffling stopped. "He just doesn't want to need for us to rebuild that Smithsonian again."

"That wasn't us! That was some guy named Larry with an animation tablet – "

"GUYS!" Timmy yelled before his fairly odd parents could begin harping on each other's faults, perceived mistakes, and the thousand little details that didn't fit their image of an ideal spouse. "If you two are going to argue, I'm gonna head downstairs and watch 'Real Steel' – again." Timmy stomped to his bedroom door, into the hallway, slammed the wooden door, and stomped downstairs, grumbling the entire way.

"Was it something I said?" Cosmos asked.

Wanda shrugged. She didn't know either.

"You want to visit Pleasure world 44678?"

"Is that the ghost one?" Wanda asked shrilly. "You know ghosts and fairies don't like each other."

"No, the ghosts live on Treasure Planet 44678."

"Well, alright. What's on Pleasure world?"

Cosmos poofed them out with answering, and almost instantly poofed them back in.

Large shiny green metal claws ripped a hole in the air, and a hairy-wolf wearing a glowing neon prison uniform crawled out of the tunnel. Once fully inside the child's bedroom, a swipe of the his sharp claws closed the dimensional tunnel, separating a ghost arm from it's skeletal body.

The wolf phased through the door as he ran away from the creatures that chased him.

Wanda slapped Cosmos on the back of his head again. "A prison setting in the middle of a revolt is not my idea of paradise. Which world takes us to the Hawaiian-like destination?"

"337378," Cosmos replied. "Or was it 876743?"

"Ugh." Wanda started seeing read and it was only Mister and Mistress Tuner's screams of "Rabid Wolf!" that distracted her.

Wanda and Cosmos popped in to find the ghost wolf happily giving Timmy a ride on his back as he ran through the television, bounded over the sofa, in a large circle – the parents were in the middle of the room, screaming in fright.

Timmy laughed, "This is Fun! Faster boy, faster," he told his wolf/horse and they continued to follow the walls of the room, sometimes running on the walls, sometimes going upside down, but always along the outside edges.

(Written June 2013)