Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: Love thy Godmother Godfather and Godson – Chapter 1
Love thy Godmother, Godfather, and Godson
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When his parents forget Timmy’s birthday….again-Jorgan Von Strangle decides to look personally into the Turner’s case. What he finds doesn’t please him….and, in a grand Fairy Trial, not only do Timmy’s parents lose custody, his fairy family GAINS it!
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Parents can be the unsung heroes of every person that has ever done anything great. Think about the people that you most admire in your life. Do you attribute any of their greatness to the people that raised them? Often, we do not even think about the fact that there were most likely two people who were most influential in making a person who they are. Of course I am referring to his or her parents. If a person is great, remember that greatness is not achieved in a vacuum. There were people who sowed the seeds of greatness.
The sun was about to come up.
And about time, too.
Cosmo shivered in anticipation.
He LOVED surprises! Except when they involved Wanda’s Fish Frillet Surprise.
And her upside down Pineapple cake surprise.
And her Lemon Meringue Pie Surprise.
And her Taco Soup Surprise.
And her Pita Pretzel Surprise.
And her Tiramisu Surprise.
And her….
“OW!”
A flurry of stars before his eyes…and birdies…..and little rocketships with those little rodents in sweatervests….
Who were they? Melvin and the Squirrels? Patty and the Skunks? Cindy and the Werewolves?
Ah, well. Wanda withdrew her wand from Cosmo’s cranium with a scowl, as if she’d guessed what he had been thinking about.
Timmy still lay in bed, chest rising and falling quietly with each breath he took. Wanda wiped at her eyes.
He looked like such a wittle angel….
Too bad she was going to have to light these in a moment….
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As the sun slowly came up in the weak, early spring March air, Poof happily lighted no less then seven hundred firecrackers….
…right next to Timmy’s bed.
“AAGGGHHHHHH!”
The boy fell out of bed, shock radiating through his body as he scrambled up, heart pounding.
Poof raised his rattle with a large smile on his face-and the ceiling opened into a frenzy of color.
Timmy blinked, asmall grin becoming wider by the second as confetti, streamers, and balloons burst their way into the room, Wanda, beaming, waved her orange noisemaker
around as Cosmo blew into a party streamer.
And then transformed into frat boy clothing, fingers now coated with rings, an obnoxious medallion hanging from his neck, an overlarge pair of shades, and now he was busy
scratching a record in reverse.
“WWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Yo, homeboy! Word on the street is ya’ll havin’ yerself a birthin’-“
Wanda groaned, and directed an elephant balancing on a ball directly on Cosmo’s head.
“Plan for today is: Space station for a lunar, top-of-the-notch-lunar breakfast, early afternoon at the circus, lunch at all out street carnival with Chip Skylark in performance,
presents at-“
Timmy laughed.
“Yeeeeeeee-“
But there came a startling noise, one that silenced all four of them, and one that would definitely halt your own “Ha.”
Timmy’s mom and dad were backing out of the driveway in their old green station wagon, honking the horn.
Mom was in her usual business suit, Dad….well, what the dude always wore.
“Bye, Timmy!”
Timmy blanched.
“Uh-wait-g-guys-“
But, ANOTHER sound distracted him.
The sound of Vicky axing down the door as a funeral director played gloomy music on an old organ in the background.
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Timmy’s mom abruptly slammed her foot on the brakes.
“Oh my gosh! I forgot something!”
Timmy’s dad cast her a puzzled glance.
“Why? What is it, honey?”
Timmy’s mom (I Wish they’d invent a name for the woman) did not look at hr husband, but stared at her clasped hands.
“Today….is special. IT’S MY TURN TO BRING THE DONUTS IN AFTER BREAK!”
Mr. Turner’s eyes widened.
“Well, what are we waiting for?! To the Cop Shop!”
And the car took off at full speed, denting the Dinkleberg’s mailbox as it did so.
Jorgan Von Strangle scowled, rummaging through the large stack of papers with a puzzled frown.
The idiot boy Turner…today WAS the day, wasn’t it?
According to Fairy Law, his age on his profile should’ve magically changed by now. And today WAS March Twenty-First.
Jorgan glanced lovingly at the violet, velvet book resting on a pedestal nearby marked, “Da Rules.”
If he weren’t happily married to the Tooth Fairy….
Ah, well. Best to get back to the matter at hand. According to the Good Book, when a child had been acknowledged in their society as one year older….they lost one year that they
were able to spend with their godparents.
But most children lost their godparents by now.
Excluding Timmy Turner, who managed to cling like a monkey to his god family, with the very skin of his teeth and fingertips.
And….another thing that had been troubling him….ever since he had properly met the Turners in that awful jail cell in Abracatraz….
Jorgan grunted in pain as he struggled to lift the enormous file, absolutely brimming with papers and photos. Crow, what did Turner WISH for on a day to day basis?!
Even with his muscles, it was extremely difficult trying to MOVE this thing, let alone lift it. He had to give Timmy his own bloody file cabinet, for crying out loud!
The large family gave up, poofed up a crane-and smashed through the walls of the Records with a shrug.
Binky could fix that later.
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Ouch.
Jorgan flipped through the pages.
This Vicky had style-but she was scary.
Even Von Strangle could admit THAT.
They hired this woman for four years, when she came in with chainsaws, golf clubs, power tools, blow torches, stacks of her own homework-!
And, apparently, the only vacations Timmy had ever been on with his family were: A fishing trip, which resulted in Mister Turner being chased after a bloodthirsty mob, intent on
murdering that creepy puppet, a trip to the snow lodge-which Mrs. Turner had deliberately lied about, Mr. Turner had caused general panic and confusion, and Timmy was
snowbound with a pyschotic babysitter.
Also, a trip to Canada, which resulted in the Turner parents getting arrested….
Twice.
Alongside their son the second time.
The other vacations-to the beach, to the moon, to Nascar races, deep sea diving, to the mountains, the desert-well, in all fairness to Timmy’s Dad, he DID take Timmy to a desert…
…only it had been a junky ghost town, and he betrayed Timmy’s efforts to make him eight bucks richer.
Jorgan flipped through the Chosen One’s latest databases.
Super Bike….
Super Toilet….
Dark Laser…..
Magic Copier….
A league of manic superheroes…..
No emotions….
Christmas Every day….
Dessert everyday….
HEAT vision….
Extreme wishes….
Bringing pirates from the seventeenth century to a baseball game….
Being turned into a girl.…wow, Jorgan wanted to check that photo sometime….
Locked inside a deadly video game…
Bringing the prince of a alien species to earth…..
Did this kid have no sense?
Jorgan sighed heavily.
He DID grudgingly care for the kid-seeing as his wife wore Timmy’s teeth on her hand-but something just didn’t connect quite right.
His parents made him fight a bully to get their HOUSE back?
Cosmo and Wanda were obligated to fulfill any wish Timmy had….as long as it did not go against the rules.
But….wishing yourself into a dog’s body?
Wishing you had never been born?
Even TURNER had more sense then that….
And all these times he had nearly been discovered!
Not to mention, incriminating photos of what looked like screaming cat food on the boy’s daily plate….
And the fact that his parents had sent him to a boarding school that was a Military academy?
AND, if no one had acknowledged it-not even his parents…..Jorgan froze.
Splendid. Just Splendid.
But…not even Turner could win forever. It was time he took this into his own freakishly large hands.
Jorgan reached for a star shaped phone, tapping his feet in tune to the elevator music Cosmo had so graciously provided to the company.
Right now, Jorgan needed someone more ruthless then he was.
Someone who would resort to anything to win-even telling the truth.
Someone like…..a ruthless, prosecuting attorney.
The line was ringing. Finally. Jorgan turned to the sign.
“Hello, Fairy Mason?”
He heard the fairy answer in affirmative.
“I’d like to report a case….of, no, not by the godparents themselves-the human parents.”
Jorgan sighed.
“No, I am NOT trying to sue anyone…though I would like a court order against Mama Cosma later.
“I want to report a case….of godchild neglect. “