Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly OddParents or the Mock Turtle soup song (which is mentioned, without the lyrics), which is from Alice in Wonderland.

Author's Note: Concrit welcomed, particularly on characterization, though it can be on anything you think I'm doing wrong. I allow anonymous reviews.

Chapter 4: The Robot and the Flying Turtles

Norm, in the form of an oddly colored cat, pricked up his ears at the sound. He looked out the window, wondering what caused it. He saw a Vicky's Babysitting Service Robot Delivery Truck parked in the Turner's driveway. Unusual. Didn't the Vic-bot tend to just come by itself, with no need of trucks or any other vehicle? Not that he knew or anything, since, frankly, he didn't.

The truck driver exited his vehicle and opened the trunk, getting the dangerous babysitter robot out, apparently unaware that the robot took care of children in the violent sense of the word or bribed with enough money not to care. Norm rolled his eyes. Both of those descriptions fit most or all of his masters in one way or another, according to him, at least. In fact, he'd bet one a hundred million dollars or more that all humanity was like that. Of course, what humans inflicted upon each other certainly did not concern him. What they inflicted on him: quite a different matter!

Bucktooth Numero Uno – Timmy Tiberus Turner – opened the door as far as it could possibly go without breaking, and the Vic-bot proceeded through it once the driver found and pressed the ON button.

When it approached him, Norm backed away, repulsed by the smoof insulating the Vic-bot. Yes, smoof. Whatever the upgrades were, they clearly involved smoof. He attempted to GONG the repulsive bot to a deep chasm in the Atlantic Ocean, but no GONG sounded and the Vic-bot stayed in place. He made a sound of exasperated disgust, hoping Toothy Tom – as he'd decided to nickname Tommy – would make no wishes involving the robot.

Meanwhile, the Turner parents exchanged numerous excited kisses, dancing around the room in a sped-up version of the Happy Dance. Norm rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and back, having expected that of Bucktooth Numero Uno.

"Bye, kids!" called their parents as they left. "We're hiking on Mount Dimmsdale today – sorry, it's adults-only – so the new Vic-bot will be taking care of you. Be good for the bot!"

Norm rolled his eyes when the bot continued, "Or else!"

Exactly what he expected.

The Turner kids sprinted upstairs as soon as the bot let out its two ominous words, fear fueling their movements. Norm followed them up, climbing the stairs at a speed he rarely attempted in any form but his default. The three living beings let out a mutual sigh as soon as they reached the room shared by the twins.

Norm transformed the door into a titanium-iron alloy, blocking it with an obstacle course of various things that made electric technology malfunction and/or destroyed metals. The stairs became a parade of flying turtles, singing the Mock Turtle soup song. The walls morphed into barriers of pure electricity and the ceilings began shooting lightning at anything with even the smallest pinch of metal. Norm covered himself, Tommy and Tammy with a rubber shield, supported by plastic poles. He smirked, satisfied with his defensive creations. After all, when offense fails, defense is a decent alternative.

Numerous noises filled the air, some familiar, some just plain alien and odd. The genie quickly found that electric shocks and metal clashes weren't the right instruments for the Mock Turtle soup song. For heavy metal and techno, yeah. For a song written before a note of either ever was sung, nope.

The sound of the Vic-bot malfunctioning wasn't pleasing to the ear, though to all their hearts, it was a song of triumph over adversary, victory over the oppressors. Sometimes, short circuits pleased people, unlike most of the time, where frustration usually was the only effect.

The shield dissipated, letting them see the ridiculous causes of the malfunction. The twins smiled, though Norm read slight uncertainty in their blue eyes. He rolled his own violet ones, slightly worried but refusing to show it to Turner's kids.

The door swung open when Norm snapped his fingers, showing them all the other amazing sources of the sounds. The twins lost their breath for a moment, than regained it in a soft, yet somehow sharp exhale. Tammy used her regained breath first, saying, "Cool! Can I ride a turtle?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," replied Norm. He gestured to Tommy. "Do you wanna, master of mine?" A bitter taint suffused his last three words, as it always did when he said 'master.'

"Sure," responded Tommy in a subdued tone, not making any eye contact with the genie. "That'd be cool."

A duo of turtles flew over, "parking" beside the twins. Tammy climbed onto hers first, without any caution or care. Tommy did so next, with the caution and care that his sister lacked.

The turtles ceased floating and began flying. Tammy expressed her excitement and amazement in obvious and loud ways, sometimes startling the turtles. Tommy just smiled and patted his, gazing down on the familiar place below.

Norm just smirked, feeling sure that he'd be able to unleash his revenge plans soon. Sure that soon, the twins would become the keys to his revenge on Turner; sure of his ability to craft a successful scheme, despite that his last few were, well, anything but successful. Sure he'd attain his freedom during this decade, at least. Sure of himself, sure of his schemes and sure that he'd attain his desires.

Maybe he was cocky, maybe he was confident, or maybe it was just a bit of both. Yet, the universe worked in ways that even he, Norm the Swinging, Genius Genie, couldn't, wouldn't anticipate. Yet, his scheme left some factors unaccounted for, as all schemes probably do. Yet, the world refused to bend to his desires – or at least to do it in the way he expected.