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Timmy & Mac's Summer Camp Adventure-Random Scenes	By : Wendell Urth Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 1953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scene 3. Revenge: A tale of “The Evil ‘Ex-Babysitter’ and the ‘Over Imaginative’ Lonely Little Girl.”
It was the most unlikely, unexpected pairing possible. Vicky, the child hater, full of evil schemes and Goo, the highly imaginative, fun loving little girl. Yet they meshed together perfectly through the love for their special boys, Timmy and Mac. They spent their days plotting schemes against those who had angered or hurt the boys, their wonderful boys!
Vicky’s schemes, nasty and violent as they were, lacked the subtlety to make them ultimately successful. Goo had the imagination and intelligence, but she never had been motivated. The world of revenge had never been part of her life before and under Vicky’s malevolent guidance, she blossomed.
The surprises and gifts they presented to Timmy & Mac went a long way to make them the favorites of their respective families.
Between Vicky’s evil schemes and Goo’s imagination and intelligence, Foster’s now had more money than ever before in its history. All the credit had gone to Frankie, so Madame Foster, convinced the House was now in good hands, had retired to a villa in the South of France with Mr. Harriman and a couple of dozen Imaginaries as servants. Last heard, she was chasing young French beach bums… even catching one from time to time.
Mac’s mother and Frankie were running day to day operations. New Imaginaries were not being added until the total number was reduced to a more manageable level. There would always be some Imaginary Friends here, the useful ones. It made a great cover for Mac & Timmy’s real operations.

The Scheme:
Location: Lower-lower-middle class home in Dimmsdale, abandoned looking, in need of repairs. Market value – practically nil. Home of Dolores-Day Crocker, widow and her son, the former teacher Denzel Crocker.
Day1: It began with a suggestion to an unemployed teacher. Tutors were needed and he could supplement his unemployment payments by accepting students in his home. So, ads were placed in the local paper.

Day 2: A nice young professional looking woman was having tea with the home owner.
“So, you see Mrs. Crocker…”
“Please, call me Dolores, my dear. More tea?”
“That would be lovely, Dolores... Now, I understand you will be moving to your condo in and you want to sell this property, but you, uh… you have concerns about your son…?
Mrs. Crocker nodded. She wanted to get as far away from Denzel as she could and definitely did not want him following her to her new home. She was tired of her son’s antics and quirks. “He’s a grown man, I need to sell this place and it’s high time he found someplace to live on his own! I just don’t know how to tell him”
“Dolores, let me assure you that we will do everything we can to assist you and your son during this difficult period. As far as selling your house, let me take care of that. We’ll need you to approve some work on the property, first we will plant some shrubbery so it will actually increase the curb appeal of your home.”
Dolores considered for a moment. This place was a dump. Anything that might hide the condition from the street would help.
The two women finished their tea. Both smiled.

Mac’s mother hoped her performance today would satisfy Miss Vicky. The truth was, the girl terrified her. But it was worth it, if her Mac was pleased. She would do anything her darling son asked. It was part of her ‘instructions’. Mac’s mother thought Dolores was a nice woman and was pleased that Mac was helping her escape a bad situation.
Mac’s mother met Mr. Crocker and agreed with her ‘special little boy’, he deserved everything he got!

Day 3: The Crocker Home: The next day a landscaping truck pulled up to the Crocker residence. Denzel peered out of the windows, then screamed “MOTHER! We’re being invaded!”
“Come away from the window, Denzel. Don’t let the neighbors see you! It’s just part of the program I told you about. When I retire, the home is yours, free and clear. Just let the men downstairs do their job.”
Several men exited the truck and began digging a shallow trench around the Crocker property. Mr. Crocker came out and went into a rage. Nothing unusual. His mother calmed him down with the aid of a baseball bat.
Mrs. Crocker went back into the house to continue packing.
Day 3, continued: Foster’s Home: Mac was coming down the main stairway when he saw his friend Timmy. He started to speak when a puzzled look came over Mac’s face. It took him a moment to realize that Timmy suddenly was shorter. In fact, he looked more like the younger Timmy he had first met online.
“Timmy? What’s…”
“Hiya Crock-pot!” Timmy said.
Mac walked over and looked carefully. Something wasn’t right, Timmy looked… unfinished? He tried to grab Timmy’s pink hat, but couldn’t remove it. It wasn’t just stuck to his head; it was part of it. The clothes too were actually part of the young Timmy. It was an Imaginary Timmy!
Mac heard giggling. It was coming from the shadows. He looked, there was something there he couldn’t quite see. The giggling continued.
“All right Goo, what’s going on?”
The thing in the shadows moved, revealing Goo. There was an Imaginary Friend there, this one Mac couldn’t quite make out. It was a big thing of made entirely of shadows.
Goo sprang up and kissed Mac. “HiThisIsShady. ItsASurpiseForTimmyYouSeeMissVickySaid…”
Laughing, Mac spun her around. “OK, OK… Is this another of Miss Vicky’s evil schemes?”
Goo nodded, her braids whipping in all directions.
“Well don’t tell me, I might spoil the surprise by accident.” Mac wasn’t sure what the Imaginary Timmy was for, but Imaginary Shady, made out of shadows would have all sorts of uses.
Vicky was upstairs. She kicked open the door to a small room. “Get up, Turd-face!” Terrance dropped his video game controller and shot to his feet. He worshipped Miss Vicky with an equal mixture of adoration and sheer terror. He hadn’t been allowed out of his room in a week.
“Got a job for you, get in the car.”

Day 3 continued: The Crocker Home: Mrs. Crocker snuck out of the house with the last of her possessions. She had told Denzel that she was going to live in a condo in Florida. However, the real destination now (thanks to the nice young woman), was a villa in the South of France filled with Imaginary servants and young French beach bums. She had papers apparently changing her name from Dolores-Day Crocker to Annette Foster. The nice young woman would also arrange to sell the Crocker home & condo once ‘Annette’ was safely in the arms of a hot young Frenchman or three… along with her new roommate, her new “sister,” Madam Foster.
She had passed all her former identity papers, her old phone, even her spare glasses to the helpful young woman with some clothes to be donated to charity. Evidently, the move to France required her donate a half liter of blood, but she had been a Dimmsdale Red, Black & Blue Cross donator for years so was happy to oblige. Anything to get away from Dimmsdale… and her son.
Later: The Imaginary Friend named Shady flit through the shadows around the Crocker home. No one noticed a small suitcase dropped into the trench, it was hastily covered with dirt.

Day 4: The Turner Home: A rather large bill for landscaping was delivered to Mr. Turner. He wrote a rather hefty check from his personal account. He didn’t question Vicky about the expense. The last time he had, the bill had been shoved up his ass and rammed home with a pool cue. He was still shitting invoices. Besides, if it made Timmy happy…
The Crocker Home: later that day. The first (and only) student showed up for tutoring. A pretty young girl with dark skin and strange long pigtails (“Her parents should be ashamed!” Crocker muttered). Her name was Princess Hilary Britney Lollipop (“Her parents should be doubly ashamed!” Crocker muttered again). Still… she was a very nice girl, very smart and very polite… with a slight speech impediment. Crocker didn’t know why she needed tutoring, but the money he was paid was very good.
That night: A teen punk snuck into Crocker’s house (through a door left open by a shadow Imaginary). He ran around until Mr. Crocker awoke and chased him out. The teen disappeared into the shadows. Crocker called the police. They asked if anything was stolen (they noticed that almost all the furniture and possessions were missing). Mr. Crocker said his mother was moving to Florida.
There was a bloodstain on the floor that Mr. Crocker could not explain. The police made a report, but were unable to enter the home to take a sample.

Day 5: Princess Hilary Britney Lollipop came for her lessons, she seemed to spend most of her time staring Mr. Crocker in the eyes, making him nervous, but she was able to repeat the lesson word for word. (Rather too fast, he thought, but she retained it perfectly).
He noticed that some of the buttons on her shirt were undone. He stammered and shook, unable to say what the problem was, he just pointed. She giggled and apologized. She asked him to help with the buttons and he nervously brushed up against her chest. He turned red, wanted to run, but it wouldn’t be polite.
It was the first time in his entire life he ever saw a nipple. It was brown and round and all together hard.
That night: The punk was back in his room. Crocker jumped up, but the pimply kid had disappeared in the shadows. Suddenly a familiar voice called from outside “Hey, Crock-Pot!” It was the kid he hated most in the world, Timmy Turner.
Crocker ran outside, the punk suddenly appeared and kicked him in the ass, then disappeared. Crocker stood up, there was Turner, exactly as he remembered him. “Hey, Crock-Pot.” Then Turner dropped his pants and waved a huge penis at him. It was gigantic! Crocker ran, but the pink hatted boy had disappeared in the shadows.
Crocker called the police again. “Timmy Turner! He’s over there! He’s doing it again, shaking his penis at me!”
The police turned, saw no one. Just some shadows.
“Over where, Mr. Crocker?”
“There! There he is!” said Crocker, pointing spastically to another part of the yard. Again, the police only saw shadows.
The police at the scene put in a call to the Turner residence. Mr. Turner answered the phone. “Of course, my son Timmy is here. He just said good night. What? Less than five minutes ago. OK, I’ll check… Is this some kind of joke, Officer? Yes, of course he’s in his bed. Good Night!”
A detective showed up at the Crocker house. He kept asking the crazed ex-teacher about his mother. All he got was “Never mind my mother. Arrest Timmy Turner and his gang of thugs.”
“Mr. Crocker, we sent an officer to the Turner home, just to double check. There is no way he could have been here. No what is this about a gang of thugs?”
“Did you check his penis?!? It was huge! Monstrous… Evil looking!” The detective looked at the other officers. There was still nothing they could do legally. They left.
Crocker began seeing Imaginary Timmy everywhere and reporting to the police. Terrance would sneak up on the ex-teacher, attack him and then disappear. Police had no idea who the anonymous punk was. They stopped checking on Timmy Turner after the fifth or sixth report from Mr. Crocker. The boy’s whereabouts were on record. He couldn’t be in the yard. They did not check him for a “huge, monstrous or evil looking penis,” in spite of demands from Crocker.
Shady was kept very busy!

Day 6: Dimmsdale Police Station: The police opened a missing person’s report on one “Crocker, Dolores-Day”. There was no trace of her at the Florida condo. Never had been.
The police were asked to check with a nice young woman who was handling Mrs. Crocker’s affairs. She admitted she was concerned. She had been asked to put the Dimmsdale home up for sale (there was a record of that). She had been waiting for confirmation from Mrs. Crocker in Florida. She said she was concerned and had called Mr. Crocker who had told her to put the Florida Condo up for sale instead. The nice young woman said he grew enraged when told she couldn’t do that.
“I don’t want to make any accusations…” she said, biting her lip, clearly reluctant. The officers looked at each other. “It’s just that… Mrs. Crocker… Delores… told me she was afraid of her son. Afraid of what he might do when he found out his home had been sold.”
The police still didn’t have enough for a search warrant, but felt they were on to something.
Later that day: The Crocker Home: Princess Hilary Britney Lollipop sat on top of Mr. Crocker’s desk; one long leg drawn up, knee resting under her chin. Fanning herself. Mr. Crocker had given up trying to get her to sit in her seat. She made him uncomfortable, but he didn’t know how to get her to leave. Her skirt was short and draped so her panties were exposed. He couldn’t stop looking. He wanted to. He couldn’t. There was a moist stain outlining her… her… “Oh my!” he thought.
“Its so hot in here, Denzel. You don’t mind if I call you that… do you Denzie?”
Mr. Crocker was a mass of stutters and shakes. What was this child…?
Princess Hilary had pulled off her sweat stained t shirt, exposing her young brown breasts to the teacher.
“GULP!” He turned away, “It is… is… warm… very warm… isn’t it? Warm?”
She leaned over and grabbed his thin black tie. “You’re such a nice man, Denzie. Don’t you like me? Even a little?”
“I, I, I don’t think it’s app-app-app-proriate to call m-m-m-m-m-me, Duh Duh Duh”. He had forgotten his own name.
“I like you Denzie. I like you very much.” She yanked on his tie and pulled him over. “You’re such a fucking good teacher.” And kissed him deeply. Her tongue felt good, circling his very chapped lips.
“Why don’t we get comfortable?” She dragged him over to his bed by his tie, shedding her skirt and panties on the way. He was hypnotized by her firm young ass. It was so… round. The way it moved up and down as she walked… hypnotic.
“You’re such a wonderful teacher. Show me how good you really are!”
Shadows seemed to be moving in the room. Mr. Crocker’s pants and underwear seemed to be pulled down by invisible shadow hands.
He found himself pushed on the bed. The Princess was on top of him. “NO, NO, NO!” he begged. He was actually crying as Goo began sucking on his withered, bony penis. It was as bent and twisted as he was emotionally, as bent and twisted as he tried to make the students who he had taught and tortured for endless years.
Goo finally coaxed an erection out of him. Shadow hands manipulated him till he was on top of the young girl. He found himself suddenly fucking the little tease. It was his first time. He liked it! He liked it a lot and shot his load into her after an amazing five or six seconds. He didn’t bother looking at her face (she was bored to tears). He did it again and this time managed to hold out for almost twelve seconds. A new indoor record. Two in a row.
There was a pounding on the door. Mr. Crocker stumbled to put on his pants (he had lost his undershorts) and was hopping out of the room calling, “Who is it? Who is it?
An anonymous call had been placed to the Dimmsdale police department by a certain evil red-head describing cries of pain and suffering by a child clearly being raped and possibly murdered at the Crocker home
Terrance rushed out from behind Shady who was tying Goo’s wrists and ankles to the bed. Terrance was in a state of euphoria! This was the kind of assignment from Miss Vicky he lived for. He balled up a fist and hit Goo over the left eye, punched her twice in the belly and for good measure broke one of her fingers. She howled in in pain (and mumbled between clenched teeth, “I will so fuck you up for that last one, you little shit!”)
“Worth it!” he mumbled, smiling and stepped behind Shady again as the first of a dozen police officers and EMT workers crowded into the bedroom to “save the victim of the notorious pedophile, Denzel Crocker”.
They covered Goo with a blanket to hide her from the public, which really spoiled her view of the proceedings… she wanted to see them drag old Crock-Pot to jail! “That was the worst fuck I’ve had in my life” she thought.
That night, the families celebrated, watching repeats of the diminutive Chet Ubetcha get stuck crawling through the Crocker shrubbery and exposing a suitcase filled with bloody clothing and property belonging to the missing Mrs. Dolores Crocker.
Police assured the public that it would be only a matter of time until the body was found. “Well, can’t have everything,” Vicky sneered.
Vicky and Goo cemented their position as the top bitches of the boys’ families. They celebrated by ass fucking Trixie and Veronica who were stoned out of their minds on hallucinogenic mushrooms, grown in Foster’s basement.
The nice young lady, Mac’s mom, got special attention from Timmy over the weekend and celebrated the birth of her first daughter 9 months later.
When Vicky heard about Terrance snapping Goo’s finger, she almost castrated the boy, but that would have been going too far. Goo suggested an impressively harsh punishment which Vicky was happy to inflict. Again, it proved why Vicky and Goo made such a good team… Vicky was far too impulsive. And Goo was soooo imaginative.

2 Months later: Although charges in the suspected homicide of Mrs. Dolores-Day Crocker were still pending the discovery of a body, the Prosecution was ready to proceed in the case of kidnapping, assault, rape and pedophilia against Denzel Crocker.
The Defense felt they had grounds for an insanity plea against “Old Crock-Pot,” as the Press called him (and privately the Prosecutor, Defense and Judge as well). Crocker was demanding to put Timmy Turner’s “Huge, Monstrous, Evil Looking Penis” on trial… or at least have it marked into evidence. He pissed the judge off so much that his insanity defense went right out the courtroom window.
Besides, witnesses came forward willing to testify that he had also committed these kinds of acts prior to his current condition. Two unidentified girls and a boy wanted to testify that he had tormented, abused and raped them while he was a teacher at Dimmsdale Elementary School.
Normally children wouldn’t be allowed in the courtroom, but as witnesses they got to participate.
It was just the best birthday present Timmy ever had!
Vicky, Goo and Mac’s mom settled out of court with Dimmsdale Elementary School and Education Commissioner Waxelplax for a fortune.
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Timmy & Mac's Summer Camp Adventure-Random Scenes