Hi guys! It's been a while since I've started a new story so I thought, hey, I remember this show! FAIRLY ODD PARENTS!

Heh, having no TV, I forgot how much of a great show this used to be. Makes me wish I still had cable...

BUT NONETHELESS! I wanted to make a story revolving around Timmy's children, Tommy and Tammy, from that channel surfing special I saw so long ago in my youth-hood *sniff sniff* Good times. Good times.

Anyway this is just the first chapter of the story, so it's kind of new for me. I tried to write entirely in third person for a change, but then I realized I'm not good at it yet. It messed up my way of writing somehow. So as a warning, I'll be putting this on Tammy's POV.

Hope you enjoy my fanfiction-take on a completly awesome and classic cartoon!

SUMMARY:
Tommy and Tammy have inherrited Cosmo and Wanda as godparnets, but what happens when Tammy discovers that Cosmo and Wanda were once Timmy's fairies? How come no one remembers? But before they can find out, their dad decides to send Tommy away to boarding school? (Vicky-Bot's idea). Who will have custody of the Godparent Duo Cosmo and Wanda? They can't be separated and must remain with either Tommy or Tammy. However Fairy Court decides to leave Tammy within the 'Fairysitting Program', where she'll have to share a godparent with someone she least expects - her neighbor Ronny Buxaplenty! And his mysterious Godparent Poof?

(Yeah, lame summary. I know. I'll shut up now.)

Twenty years after the time of Fairly Odd Parents, Timmy Turner eventually grew up, getting married and having kids of his own.

Their names: Tommy and Tammy turner, were fraternal twins. Tammy, the sister, inherited her father's brown hair color, and wore a special pink headband given to her by her mother. Tommy, her younger brother born a few minutes after, inherited his mother's dark black hair and his fathers buck teeth (which annoyed him sometimes). But nonetheless they were a happy family for many, many years through childhood.

However then came an unfortunate day. The happy turner family had lost someone very important to them. Mrs. Turner had gotten ill one day. They thought she would get better, but she didn't. She had left them, but Timmy refused to fall apart in front of his children. Timmy would continue to support his children, and he would continue to work eventually - overtime really. But, without his wife to watch over his kids anymore, Timmy had done one thing that would change his kids' lives forever.

"Dad? Where're you going?" Tammy asked as she and her brother walked into the living room. And seeing their father in his work suit only confused them. "You look like you're going to work."

"I am going to work," Timmy replied as he fixed up his tie. Well... this is surprising.

"Whoa really? You mean we're old enough to watch ourselves now?" Tommy grinned, showing off his trademark teeth. Ever since mother Turner's death, Timmy hadn't gone to work at all, just staying home with his kids.

Timmy merely laughed. "Aw, that's a good one. Nope. I've got you guys a babysitter."

"Babysitter?" both children repeated in disbelief.

"Dad I thought you hated babysitters," Tommy instantly opposed. "You said that when you were a kid your babysitter Vicky always tortured you."

"Well that's true, but that's why I hired you a robot babysitter instead!" Timmy said, opening the door to reveal a floating green robot with metallic orange hair and pinching claws. Lightning flickered in the background to add to the dramatic. "See? Taking a step ahead. I saw this advertisement on the internet from this company called Babysitting Vicky-Bots! All programmed to keep your children busy or your money back! Ain't that a great deal or what?"

"Uh..." Tammy starred, getting a sickly feeling in the gut of her stomach.

"Don't worry, kids. I wouldn't leave you with a babysitter I didn't trust. I mean, look at her!" Timmy grinned, pointing his muscular arm at the robot at the door. "She looks nothing like my old baby sitter Vicky!"

"Um, if you say so, Dad," Tommy replied with an uncertain tone.

"Great. Have fun guys! And go to sleep early! Dinner's in the fridge! Bye!"

As Timmy left the house, the two children remained standing where they were with the Babysitting-Bot floating silently at the now closed door.

"Tommy I don't like this..." Tammy whispered.

"Hey don't look so scared, sis. Maybe this robot isn't as bad as she looks. I mean, she could be fun!"

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"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!~" The sound of drilling and electrical buzzing from the Babysitting-Bot's chainsaws and tazers echoed up the stairwell as Tommy and Tammy sped up to their bedroom upstairs, slamming the door shut before that evil robot could catch up to them. They leaned their entire weight against their door all while catching their breath. Their hair was standish, their clothes tattered, and all this in under three hours!

"Okay, maybe she is as bad as she looks," Tommy corrected.

"You think?" With the door locked, both children walked to their separate corners of the room. They're living in the exact same house Timmy grew up in when he was a kid, and his own kids had inherited his large bedroom as well. The left side of the room was Tammy's, and two tall bookshelves and papers and drawings tapped creatively over her walls. Neat, clean, and organized. On the right, was Tommy's side. Comic posters, piles of video game cases, unfolded laundry having missed the laundry basket, and his bed unmade. Odd smelling, disorganized, and just plain...boyish really.

Tommy and Tammy went to their ends of the room and collapsed on their opposite-sided beds. Both were upset and disfigured from putting up with their new babysitter. "Well, it could've been worse," Tammy sighed.

"Are you kidding? This is the worst day of my life!" Tommy jumped with his arms waving. "And with Dad working again, we'll be stuck with this, this, VICKY-BOT for the rest of our youth-filled lives!"

"But Dad finally looks happy," Tammy pointed out as she sat up from her bed. "I mean, he looks all cleaned up now compared to the last few weeks after Mom died," she added, holding up a picture of Tommy two days ago. Lazing on the couch in pajamas with stubble and popcorn and drool. "And he's finally going back to work again. He's really really happy now."

"Yeah but did you forget about us? I care about fathers as much as the next kid but this whole babysitting thing is just plain wrong."

"You've got a point there," Tammy frowned. Even someone as patient as her couldn't deny that the newly named Vicky-Bot was one of the Earth's worst inventions ever put to use.

With the room now filled with depression, Tommy picked up a Magic 8 ball from the end of his bed, wondering about what to ask it. "Will we have to deal with this every day?" And he shook it. And it said: "Yes you do have to deal with it every day - STUPID TOY!" Out of temper Tommy threw the ball in a random direction, just barely missing his own sister had she not ducked into her pillow. The Magic 8 ball hit the wall beside her bed with a loud slam, and Tammy shot up with her eyebrows narrowed.

"Tommy!" she screeched, however the room began to shake, and a light began to emit from behind Tammy's bed. Realizing that something was about to happen, Tammy jumped off her bed and ran across the room to where her brother was. The two then jumped over behind his bed and hid, only to peek out from behind it. "What's going on?" Tammy panicked.

"It's my Magic 8 Ball! I told you it was haunted!"

"You idiot it is not haunted!" Across the room, the said Magic 8 ball then began to lift into the air, glowing. "N-Nevermind...!"

Suddenly, the toy then exploded into smoke and confetti and lights, and beyond all their clouded vision, the two children saw two figures fly out of the now open Magic 8 Ball.

"I'm Cosmo!"

"And I'm Wanda!"

"And we're-" Dramatic pause with background effects, "-YOUR FAIRY GOD PARENTS!"

"..."

"..."

"DADDY!"

"And that was how it all started..." I wrote into my journal on her bed. My name is Tammy Turner, fairy god child of Cosmo and Wanda. "Tommy and I were pretty shaken up after meeting Cosmo and Wanda, but it all worked out pretty well. They became our secret fairy god parents, granting our every wish - and helping us deal with the Vicky Bot." Yes we did let our father keep his constantly-working schedule. Sure the Vicky-Bot was torture, but as long as Dad was happy and Cosmo and Wanda were around, life wasn't all that bad around the house.

"It's been just over year since that incident. Today is our birthday! So who knows what trouble Tommy will wish up for us today?"

Suddenly, a huge explosion occurred at the wall beside my bed. Light shone in from the outside-front of the house, with Tommy inside a floating green robot (Cosmo of course). "HI TAMMY!" Cosmo and Tommy waved

I starred for a few seconds, taking in that our room (my half of the room actually) was now vaporized. "Guys! What did you do!" Wanda appeared out of her fishbowl after hearing her godchild's cry. "Wanda look what Cosmo and Tommy did!"

Wanda definitely couldn't miss the big gaping hole in the wall. She then had on the same facial expression as she did whenever Tommy and Cosmo showed the results of their shenanigans. "I need a vacation..."

"Kids! Are you alright!" Dad called from downstairs. "I'm coming up!"

"Oh no! Dad!" Tammy and I exclaimed. Within the next three seconds, I had closed and hidden my journal under my pillow, grabbing another book to make it look like I was reading. Meanwhile Tommy had poofed back into his bed, standing. Cosmo and Wanda had poofed back into their fish bowl - their usual disguise around here.

"Tommy? Tammy? I heard an explosion are you okay?" Dad opened the bedroom door and his concern and curiosity instantly drained from his face from where I sat. Well duh he was exposed to the extremely noticeable hole in the room. Any parent would react like that. "My wall!" he exclaimed, only for his face to distort into that of anger. My brother and I were very familiar with this stare. "Who did it."

Tommy began to sweat out of nervousness. "Um, um, uh." How to explain this. "Puberty?"

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"Puberty?" Wanda repeated in the form of a mop. "I thought you said you were a natural at making excuses."

"I am. I never said I made good ones," Tommy scoffed. Dad had punished Tommy by making him clean the kitchen spotless. With Wanda as the mop, Cosmo was the bucket of water beside Tommy's feet. Well, according to Dad this was only half of his punishment. I, meanwhile, having taken none of the blame this time, was guiltily sitting at the kitchen table watch. It was depressing though, watching my brother do all this.

He dipped the Wanda-mop into the bucket of water, only to find me starring at him instead of at my book. "What?" he said to me.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?" I asked for probably the third time.

Taking the drowning Wanda out of the water and back onto the floor, Tommy resumed mopping. "I already said no, sis. I'm the one who made the hole in the wall, so it's my punishment."

"Aw, how responsible!" Wanda grinned.

"Besides, if Dad saw you help me then I'd be in even more trouble," Tommy frowned, actually wishing that he'd get some help. Cleaning the kitchen was apparently a lot of work, according to him.

"Hey! I can see my reflection in the floor guys!" Cosmo exclaimed, only to end up sneezing and causing some snot to wind up on the floor. He was met by negative and angry stares from Tommy and Wanda. "Sorry."

"You know, if we were smarter we could've just wished the hole fixed before Dad appeared," I pointed out.

"Aw that would've been a GREAT idea a whole hour ago, Tammy," Tommy glared.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with him," I overheard from the living room. With Tommy busy cleaning the farther side of the kitchen, I curiously got up and around to the door of the living room. I peeked my head out and saw Dad's shadow talking with someone. The Vicky-Bot. "Tommy's been getting into a lot of trouble lately. First the toilet overflowing and flooding the house. Then the kitchen table breaking in half out of no where! And now there's a giant hole in the wall upstairs."

"HE IS A VERY TROUBLED CHILD, MR. TURNER," the Vicky-Bot replied. "MAY I MAKE A SUGGESTION TO SOLVE ALL YOUR PROBLEMS?"

"Oh no, the Vicky-Bot is going to suggest a punishment to Dad for Tommy?" I realized.

"Vicky-Bot is going to what." Tommy said behind me, making me jump. I would've screamed, but the water from the puddle Cosmo and Wanda made caused me to slip.

"Ow.." I moaned as Cosmo and Wanda transformed back to normal and helped me up. But nonetheless I couldn't help but share this news to Tommy. It's only fair to warn my own brother of his doom. "I just overheard Dad asking the Vicky-Bot for advice about what to do with his 'troubled son'. She's going to suggest something so horrible and Dad's gonna go along with it!"

"Hm, this does sound bad. Cosmo, Wanda," Tommy called. "If I'm going down, there's only one thing we can do."

"And that is?" Wanda asked.

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"Sorry I asked," Wanda frowned. Tommy's plan was that 'If I'm going down, then we need ONE LAST BIG PERILOUS ADVENTURE!' And well, we were all dragged into it, including me.

Tommy's plan was to invade Santa's Workshop in the North Pole to look for the 'perfect toy'. Not really a goal of dedication, but it sounded dangerous. And well, the angry elves chasing us can count as danger.

We'd set off the alarm at the Workshop and all four of us were now running away down the endless halls of the factory. Though I have to comment on the shiny peppermint flooring and the scent of gingerbread and pine that always seems to linger around. "Tommy this was a horrible idea!" I panicked.

"Yeah but can't you just feel the adrenaline?"

Ignoring that comment (and seeing the gang of angry elves right behind us) I noticed a left and right hall turn at the end up ahead. "Let's split up! Maybe we'll loose them!"

"Good idea! Wanda you go right with me! Tammy and Cosmo go left!"

"Right!"

"GET THEM!~" Santa's Elves screamed behind us, causing us to run even faster. However reaching the end of the hall, I ended up being the only one turning left. The elves of course had split up as well. Nonetheless it was still a big group.

Meanwhile with Tommy and our godparents, Tommy noticed Cosmo flying alongside Wanda. "Cosmo! What are you doing here! You were supposed to go with Tammy and fly left!"

"Left? Ohh! You mean my other left!"

"COSMO YOU IDIOT!" Wanda and Tommy exclaimed.

While the others were off running comfortably in a group together, I was left by my lonesome self, and still running from my share of the elves. "This is ridiculous!" With my glasses granting me better sight, I was able to see a detour sign up ahead saying shortcut to Hall of Santa's Bags'. It was a narrow turn on the right, but the elves wouldn't see me disappear down it. Condidently I ran for it and swiftly turned to my right, hiding in that corner a I watched the band of elves run right by and not notice me.

Relieved to take a break, I continued my heavy breathing. "That was close." Still. Hall of Santa's Bags? Sounds interesting enough. And I knew I'd never come back here again.

Curiosity took over and I went through the red and cold door under the sign. And inside was a long right hall that more or less resembled a heavenly museum, full of all the bags that Santa's ever used on his deliveries. "Wow...!" As I walked down the hall of glass windows and pedestals and lights, I noticed a year under each display. "I never knew Santa used a different bag each ear."

They all looked relatively the same, so I didn't really see the significance in all of this until I reached a certain display. Instead of a year in its plaque, it instead said in its inscription 'Timmy Turner's Bag'. The last name caught me off guard, but it was then that I remembered that Timmy was also the name of my dad.

"It couldn't be," I said skeptically, but I walked over to it anyway and read off the description on the plaque. "Given to Timmy Turner as a gift from Santa for his year-long anniversary party, in dedication to being one of the few godchildren to manage to keep his fairies Cosmo and Wanda for more than a year- hey wait a sec," I halted, coming to a great revelation. "... How come Tommy and I never got a a year-anniversary party?"

Then the second revalation hit me.

"Wait Cosmo and Wanda?" It couldn't be the same Cosmo and Wanda. It couldn't be the same Timmy Turner that was my dad. Could it? I continued on the description. "This bag is made of an anti-magic material that repels all magic and keeps whatever is inside impervious to any wishes or attacks. The perfect defense shield - plus it can hold millions and millions of cookies without ever getting bigger." I blinked twice. "Wow."

Choosing to do something daring was never my expertise. That was more Tommy's thing. But, being alone, I felt the urge to find out the truth. Unlike all the Santa bags, this one was closed. The bag that belonged to Timmy Turner has something in it, and I intend to find out what it is. "Good thing I wished up for these laser-vision glasses," I smiled, pressing a button on the side. As I focused my vision, I cut a perfect circle into the window display case, making it easy to get the Santa Bag inside.

I went to undo the knot and reach inside for its contents. There wasn't a lot inside, but I managed to feel a piece of paper or something. That was what I pulled out.

And part of me wondered if I should have. "Oh my gosh..." I was starring at a picture of Timmy Turner and a somewhat different Cosmo and Wanda beside him, all smiling into the picture. It is dad! No doubt about it! But how? "Wait, when God Parents go away, all proof disappears - including pictures. This shouldn't even exist! Except-" Duh. "It was inside the anit-magic repelling Santa Bag!" Wow that's a mouth full. "But Cosmo and Wanda would tell us, wouldn't they? Oh, I've got to tell Tommy!" I looked around. "BUT WHERE THE HECK IS HE?"

Meanwhile...

"How long have we been running?" Tommy yelled, still running down the maze-like halls of Santa's workshop.

Wanda checked her watch. "Thirty-seven minutes and sixteen seconds. Hey at least all this running is good for exercise!"

Tommy was clearly tired of running. "I'm a ten year old American boy! What use to I have for exercise!" Tommy forced himself to continue running, no matter how much it hurts his sides. "Forget finding the perfect toy! I wish Tammy and I were back home!" With relief Wanda and Cosmo lifted their wands, and before I knew it, we all had poofed back into our bedroom. A pretty anticlimactic ending to our so called adventure, but at least we were home.

I looked around in confusion, still holding the photo, while Tommy panted and fell to the ground face first. "I'm never getting up. Ever," he said, muffled to the ground.

As if on cue Cosmo fell face first as well into the ground, parallel from Tommy. "I'm never flying. Ever."

"Boys," Wanda said with an eye roll. She flew over to Cosmo and picked him up by the ankle. "I'd better take him back to our castle in the fishbowl. Tammy, I assume you can take care of Mr. Adventure over there?"

I hid the photo behind my back. "Oh sure! yeah we'll be fine! Make sure Cosmo's okay!" And with a poof, they were gone, as was my convincing and confident grin. Urgency ran under my skin as I rushed to Tommy. "Tommy Tommy get up!"

Agitated, the boy lifted his head with a look. "Didn't I just over-dramatically say I was never getting up? That's code for leave me alone and let me sleep."

"No this is important! Look what I found!" Taking back out the photo of a younger Dad and Cosmo and Wanda, Tommy sat back up instantly next to me, grabbing the photo for a clearer look.

"Oh my gosh," he said with a finger to his chin. "You found a picture of me with brown hair! Hm, maybe I should dye it. It'd look pretty good as a brunette."

I grabbed his face to face mine. "That isn't you, Tommy. That's dad, with our godparents!"

"What no way. Where'd you find this anyway?"

"It's a long story - but there's no doubt about it. When Dad was our age, ..parents. OUR GODPARENTS!" I screamed, shaking my brother's shoulders until he fell back to the floor. "Do you have any idea what this means?"

"Yeah, total paradox," Tommy replied, shaking his head from the dizziness of falling twice. "But why wouldn't Wanda or Cosmo tell us? I mean, surely they would've recognized one of their old god kids."

"Or maybe they didn't want us to know?"

Tommy scoffed. "And why wouldn't they want us to know. It's not like it's a bad thing." Caught off guard, our door slammed open once more, courtesy of Dad and Vicky-Bot behind him. "See now that looks like a bad thing."

"Tommy, I have come up with a suitable punishment!" Dad announced, as if it were some epic news of the century. "Well actually the Babysitting-Bot did."

Tommy sighed. "Okay, what is it? No Video games for a week? No internet for a month? Scrub the toilets till summer?"

The Vicky-Bot printed out a flier out of her armpit, distributing it to Dad as he held it out to us, along with his answer. "You'll be going to the Correctional All Boys Boarding School in England!" It was then that my entire world, again because of our evil artificial babysitter, fell apart. "Surely going to school there will be a good experience for you."

"Worst birthday ever," Tommy muttered next to me.