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Truth or Dare, Dimmsdale Style	By : misato29 Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 29307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly Oddparents or any of the characters in this story. I have no financial interest, expect no money, etc. I wrotes this for my own pleasure. Comments are most welcome.

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Vicky took a deep hit, drew air into her lungs and smiled as she passed the joint to Veronica, then said. “Hmmm, let me see… fruity, chardonnay overtones, moist Pacific Ocean breezes… Ahhhh, grown in ash enriched soil, Mount St. Helen’s? I know, Napa Valley Gold… two summers ago… after the spring rains… north side of the mountain. Am I right?”
Veronica laughed and let out a stream of smoke and passed the joint to the nervous Timmy…
Timmy tried to be cool, took a long deep puff which immediately exploded out of his mouth… out of his nose… and if truth be known, smoke also exploded out of his ass. He turned sixty seven shades of purple and spun around like a suddenly deflated balloon. He couldn’t stop coughing.
At that moment Poof ‘poofed’ invisibly into the room, still playing the game of Tag & Go Seek with Cosmo. It was unfortunate that he had appeared in the middle of the thick pot smoke that Vicky, Veronica and Timmy had just exhaled. He took only a small breath, turned sixty seven shades of purple and then spun around like a suddenly deflated balloon. He wound up upside down on the floor and weakly waving his rattle which stopped time.
Maybe ten year olds and teens shouldn’t drink beer, but they do. Probably ten year olds and teens shouldn’t smoke pot (especially Napa Valley Gold), but some of them do. But babies should never be exposed to grass, especially fairy babies.
“Timmy shouldn’t smoke,” said baby Poof. It came out as “Timmy poof poofn’t poof (fart).” The fart wasn’t part of his statement, but I decided to include it anyway. “But Grandpa Big Daddy smokes cigars, so I guess it’s OK.”
There was Vicky. Vicky was a bad person, everyone said so. Even she said so. The other bad person in Poof’s life was Foop. Foop sometimes pretended to be nice, but he never really was. Poof didn’t understand why Timmy didn’t wish her to be nice or wish her to go away, in fact he purposely kept Vicky in his life, just the way she was. It was so “poofing” confusing for the baby fairy. Did Timmy really like her that way?
Poof, who was now stoned to the gills (gills left over from his last transformation from fishy to fairy), looked at the red headed teen. She looked like some kind of strange creature to him, a star fishie? But it was like there were two star fishies joined together. The one on the outside was a dark dull pink color, it moved quickly and seemed to jerk sometimes as if in pain. When that happened, a piece of the outer body cracked open revealing a softer, red shaded interior. The smoky red section became part of the surface but quickly was absorbed by the pink.
Poof didn’t know Veronica very well, Timmy usually didn’t seem to care much about her, but became upset when she spoke to him or played a cruel joke. This made Timmy sad rather than angry and even though he was only a baby, Poof sensed that there was something going on he didn’t understand. Veronica also looked like a star fishie, but it was very different from Vicky. There was a bright sharp yellow outer star fishie, but when Timmy wasn’t looking, a softer, deeper yellowed one came to the surface. As soon as Timmy looked again, the softer colored one hid behind the bright one, hoping it wasn’t seen changing. Then Poof noticed a third dark colored star fishie, behind the two yellow ones. He didn’t know why, but this one made him angry and sad at the same time. “Sangry!” he thought, which translated as “Poof-oo-fooodry!” The third, dark colored fish didn’t come out while Poof watched, but it was always there.
Finally, there was Timmy (“YAY, TIMMY!). Timmy was a star fishie too, but there was only one of him. He changed colors as he came near the Vicky-fishie and the Veronica-fishie, but it always remained Timmy.
Poof saw Timmy in mid-choke and thought to himself “Poof poof poofick? Timmy poofing? Poof, poof at poof poofills, medicine poof.” Roughly translated, Poof had said, “Is my brother sick? Timmy’s coughing! Oh, look at the all the pills, its medicine!”
Poof knew all about medicine. He didn’t like it when Dr. Studwell (Dr. Rip Studwell) gave him medicine, but he had learned that it was to make him alllllll better when he was sick. And after a while, the smoke in the room had made Poof feel alllll better. Better than better. Poof waved his rattle at the stash and ‘poofed” it allll better. Timmy, Vicky & Veronica had not touched the pills, but their effects were “poofed” magically into the pot. Now, it wouldn’t choke anyone and it would make them feel better. Better than better. Not only would they feel better, they would be better. Poof felt proud of himself. He had “poofed” a really good “poof” for his brother.
He loved his Mommy Wanda. She protected him, she fed him, and she changed his diapers, kissed him, put him to sleep and woke him up. He also loved his funny daddy Cosmo. Daddy Cosmo was also protected by Mommy Cosmo, she fed him, and she changed his diapers too. Poof also loved his brother Timmy. Poof didn’t think of Timmy as a step brother or just a human. As far as Poof was concerned, Timmy was the most awesome older brother that any fairy baby could have. Poof’s fairy parents granted wishes for Timmy, that was their job. Poof granted wishes because that was how he expressed his love for Timmy. “But Mommy Wanda & Daddy Cosmo were so weak when they granted wishes… and their magic was boring.”
Poof was one of the most powerful fairies in existence, but when he “poofed” a “poof” with Cosmo & Wanda, his “poof” mostly conformed to theirs. But when he “poofed” a “poof” on his own, the “poof” was wild, powerful and uncoordinated. And it was filled with love.
The Napa Valley Gold, like the fairy beer, was something altogether new in the human world. The effects could not be predicted ahead of time.
Poof sensed Daddy Cosmo looking for him and feeling reenergized “poofed” back out into the game.
Vicky, Veronica & Timmy, who was no longer coughing his lungs out, each took one more hit from the joint. For the next few minutes (?), hours (?), rels (?), dagas (?) their minds floated together. They weren’t communicating thoughts, but there was something being shared. Each one of them thought that they were imaging their reaction…
“Another one?” asked Veronica.
“God, no!” said Vicky. “I don’t want to get totally shit-faced, the three of us have school tomorrow.” Then, “If anyone asks, we cut school because we got our periods.”
“Hey, what about me?” asked Timmy, dreamily.
“That’s easy,” said Veronica, “We used you as our tampon!”
The two girls laughed. Timmy said nothing because he really didn’t know what a tampon was, it might be something like a harpoon.
For the next couple of hours Timmy faded in & out of reality, ‘whatever the heck that was’. For a boy with a fairy family that paid him more attention that his real parents ever did, his hold on reality was slippery at the best of times. But that was OK. Everything was OK. Timmy broke out in the giggles every few minutes for absolutely no discernible reason. The girls looked at him and laughed, but they had a reason.
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