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On an average morning in Dimmsdale, Timmy Turner was asleep in his bed, with Cosmo and Wanda asleep in their fishbowl on his nightstand. Like always, his room was split down the middle, with his bed in one back corner. His half of his room was colored blue, but the other was colored pink, with a pink bed and nightstand in the other back corner, along with a pink vanity.
An alarm clock on the pink nightstand rang out loudly. Timmy shouted and shot up in his bed. He covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. “Shut it off!” he said.
A girl that looked just like a female version of Timmy sat up in the pink bed and turned the alarm off. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “You don’t need to freak out, Timmy. It’s just the alarm clock. You hear it every day,” she said.
Timmy looked at the girl and frowned. “Do you really need to set the alarm so early in the morning, Timantha?” he said.
Timantha looked at Timmy. “Sorry, Timmy, but you know I need to wake up early to do my hair. You’re acting like it’s the first time you’ve heard the alarm clock. And don’t call me Timantha. You know I go by Timmi,” she said.
Timmi sat down at her vanity to brush her hair. Timmy covered his mouth and yawned. “Stupid alarm clock,” he said.
In the fishbowl, Wanda looked at Timmy. “Good morning, sport!” she said.
“You still sleepy, Timmy?” Cosmo said.
“Yeah. I don’t know why, but something about Timantha’s alarm clock waking me up is really bothering me this morning,” Timmy said.
“Really? It doesn’t usually,” Wanda said.
“Yeah, and you usually don’t call her Timantha, either,” Cosmo said.
Timmy blinked and put a finger on his chin. “Hey, you’re right. I’ve woken up with that alarm clock a thousand times, so why does it bother me so much today? And come to think of it, I never call Timmi Timantha. Something feels weird,” he said.
“Timmy, if you don’t stop talking to your fish and go take a shower, all the hot water will be gone,” Timmi said.
“Oh, crud!” Timmy said.
Timmy ran out of the room to the bathroom. He could see steam coming out from under the door. It opened and out came Gary, dressed in his red leather jacket and wearing his sunglasses.
“Gary!” Timmy said.
Gary smirked. “Hey, Tim-Tim. Sorry about the hot water, but you snooze you lose!” he said.
Gary went downstairs. Timmy scowled and entered the bathroom. “Darn it! I hate showering after Gary! He always uses up all the hot water,” he said.
Cosmo and Wanda poofed into Timmy’s hands as a towel and loofah. “It’s like they say, Timmy, the early bird gets the hot shower!” Cosmo said.
Timmy frowned. “I know. Stupid Gary!” he said.
“You only have yourself to blame, sport. You’ve lived with Gary your whole life. You know what he’s like by now,” Wanda said.
Timmy blinked and put a finger on his chin. “You’re right. I get out of bed right away every morning just so I can beat him to the shower. How’d I forget today? This is feeling weird again,” he said.
“You know what always helps me think? A shower!” Cosmo said.
Timmy shook his head. “You’re right. I should just take a shower. I’ll figure this out later,” he said.
Timmy got into the shower. He yelled when he turned it on. “Cold!” he said.
Timmy took the shortest shower he could and left the bathroom, shivering. Timmi was waiting outside, smirking. “Cold shower?” she said.
Timmy frowned. “You know you’re gonna have to take one, too, right?” he said.
Timmi went past Timmy into the bathroom. “Yeah, but I like cold showers,” she said.
Timmi shut the door. Timmy sighed. “Well, waking up and showering was a bust, but at least I can still get some good breakfast,” he said.
Timmy went downstairs. Gary was sitting at the kitchen table, along with a boy who looked like an older Timmy. He had swept-back hair, a silver earring in one ear, a ragged sleeveless half-shirt, and the same hat as Timmy but backwards.
Timmy passed the kitchen table on his way to the pantry. “Hey, Gary, hey, Gah,” he said.
The older boy looked at Timmy. “Hey, Timmy,” he said.
Gary looked at Timmy. “Morning, Tim. Come on and get some breakfast before the bus gets here,” he said.
Timmy went to the pantry and got a box of Lucky Bits, but when he went to pour it into his bowl, it was empty. He looked inside, then at Gary and Gah. “What the... Did you two eat this whole box?” he said.
Gah chuckled. “I wish. The others got most of it,” he said.
Timmy looked back at the pantry. “Aw, man, all that’s left is Cold Cereal,” he said.
“Should have gotten up earlier, Tim-Tim,” Gary said.
Timmy growled. “Darn it! I can’t believe all the good cereal is gone,” he said.
Cosmo and Wanda appeared in the form of a bowl and spoon in Timmy’s hands. “I’m not surprised given your late start, sport. The others always snatch up the good cereal pretty quickly,” Wanda said.
Timmy frowned and put a finger on his chin. “Huh. Yeah, they do. I knew that already. How did I forget that, too? This keeps feeling more and more weird,” he said.
Timmy’s stomach rumbled. “I’ll figure this out after I eat,” he said.
Timmy poured himself a bowl of Cold Cereal and sat down to eat. Another girl walked in and got a bowl. She had a pink dress, stud earrings, and pink shoes.
The girl ruffled Gary’s hair. “Morning, everyone,” she said.
Gary grumbled and fixed his hair. “Hey, hey, watch the hair! Not cool!” he said.
“Morning, Sophia,” Timmy said.
Sophia ruffled Timmy’s hair. “Morning, Timmy,” she said.
Timmy’s hat fell on the floor. “Sophia! Come on,” he said.
Timmy picked his hat up and put it back on with a frown. “Are you okay, Timmy? You seem grumpy this morning,” Sophia said.
Gary chuckled. “He’s just mad ‘cuz he had to take a cold shower this morning,” he said.
“And he’s eating Cold Cereal,” Gah said.
Gary and Gah laughed to themselves. Sophia sat down with her bowl of cereal. Wanda looked at Timmy. “You’re really having a rough morning, huh, sport?” she said.
“Yeah. You don’t usually get mad when Sophia messes up your hair,” Cosmo said.
Timmy frowned and put a finger on his chin. “That’s right, I don’t. She does it every morning. That weird feeling is back again,” he said.
Chloe Carmichael walked into the kitchen and looked at Timmy. “Hey, Timmy? Can I talk to you about something?” she said.
“Yeah, sure,” Timmy said.
Timmy and Chloe walked out into the hall. “What is it?” Timmy said.
“Can you show me where the linen closet is again? I can’t find it, and I need a new pillowcase,” Chloe said.
“Yeah, come on,” Timmy said.
Timmy and Chloe walked down the hallway. “So, you’re still not used to the house, huh?” Timmy said.
“No. It’s weird, you’d think I would know where everything is after a couple of months, but I still get turned around sometimes,” Chloe said.
Timmy and Chloe reached a closet. Chloe rummaged around inside. “I know what you mean. A lot of things are feeling weird today,” Timmy said.
Chloe took a pillowcase out of the closet. “You’re feeling it, too?” she said.
Timmy put a finger on his chin. “Yeah. I can’t shake the feeling that something’s weird today,” he said.
Chloe put a finger on her chin. “Me, too,” she said.
Timmy shrugged. “I’m sure it’s nothing. How are you adjusting so far? Do you like bunking with Sophia?” he said.
Chloe smiled. “Yeah, she’s really nice,” she said.
There was a crash and laughing from the kitchen. “Tammy, Tommy, stop running around and put your shoes on!” a voice said.
Timmy and Chloe went back to the kitchen. They saw three more kids there, one older and two younger. The older one had neat, swept-back hair, a letterman jacket, and high-top shoes. He didn’t have buck teeth or a hat. He was chasing the two younger kids around the kitchen with two pairs of shoes in his hands.
One of the two younger kids was a boy who looked just like a younger Timmy, but with black hair and a different hat. The other was a girl who had Timmy’s hair color, almond-shaped glasses, a pink hairband, a white shirt, and a pink plaid skirt. The boy had buck teeth but the girl didn’t.
“Do you want some help, Thomas?” Chloe said.
The older boy tackled the younger one and looked at Chloe. “Thanks, Chloe, but I think I’ve got it. You just get some breakfast. Come on, Tommy, put your shoes on already,” he said.
Thomas wrestled Tommy’s shoes onto him as Chloe poured herself a bowl of cereal and Timmy went back to his. Thomas wiped his forehead. “Okay, now where’d Tammy go?” he said.
The younger girl ran under the table, laughing. “There you are,” Thomas said.
Thomas chased Tammy around the table. Tammy bumped into Timmy’s chair. Timmy frowned. “Do you guys have to do this at the table?” he said.
Thomas tackled Tammy and tried to get her shoes onto her. “Sorry, Timmy. You know how Tammy and Tommy are with shoes,” he said.
Timmy frowned and put his finger on his chin. “Yeah, I do. But something about it feels weird again,” he said.
Thomas put Tammy’s shoes on her and stood up. He wiped his forehead before going to get a bowl of cereal from the pantry. “There. No more sugar cereal first thing in the morning for you two,” he said.
Mrs. Turner pranced into the room. “Good morning, all of my darling children!” she said.
“Good morning, Mom,” all of the Turner siblings said.
Mrs. Turner went up to everyone and hugged them in turn. “Oh, I love you all so much, my amazing big family! My responsible 13-year-old son Thomas, who we call Thomas to avoid confusion with your little brother, Tommy! And my amazingly talented 11-year-old daughter, Sophia! And my 12-year-old son, Gah, and my triplets, Timmi, Timmy, and Gary! And my five-year-old twins, Tommy and Tammy! And you, Chloe, my new daughter who we adopted a few months ago so that your parents could fulfill their lifelong dream of restoring the Amazon Rainforest! I’ve got to go run errands now, but I’ll be back later today! You all make me so happy, it’s like magic!” she said.
Mrs. Turner pranced out the front door. “Man, Mom really does like telling us how much she loves having a big family,” Sophia said.
“Yeah, it’s almost like she spent her entire life up until now with a small family but suddenly got the big one she always wanted from a magic wish made by her buck-toothed only child,” Timmi said.
There was a pause. The school bus drove up and honked outside. “That’s the bus! Timmy, Chloe, get your backpacks!” Thomas said.
“Be right down!” Chloe said.
Chloe dashed upstairs and came directly back down with a backpack. “Timmy!” Thomas said.
“Nuts!” Timmy said.
Timmy went to his room and ran all around it getting his backpack together. “Timmy!” Thomas said.
“I heard you the first time!” Timmy said.
Timmy ran downstairs and out the door with the rest. Tammy and Tommy ran under his feet and flipped him onto his front. He grunted. “Hey!” he said.
Thomas picked Timmy up and put him on his feet. “Watch your feet, Timmy. Now come on!” he said.
Timmy got in line with everyone else. Chloe looked at him. “Are you okay, Timmy? You don’t usually let Tammy and Tommy trip you up like that,” he said.
Timmy frowned. “You’re right. And I usually get my backpack together earlier, too, so that Thomas doesn’t rush me for it. That weird feeling is back,” he said.
Timmy and Chloe put their fingers on their chins.
Timmy got onto the bus and took a seat. He looked at the front and smiled when he saw Trixie step onto the bus. He got hearts in his eyes and sighed. “Trixie Tang,” he said.
Trixie passed by everyone until she reached Timmi’s seat. She smiled and sat next to her. “Good morning, Timmi Turner, my best friend forever even though she’s not popular,” she said.
Timmi smiled. “Good morning, Trixie,” she said.
Timmy was squished into the wall when Gah, Thomas, and Sophia sat next to him. He groaned. “This is gonna be a long day,” he said.
During first period, Timmy was sitting in Crocker’s class next to Timmi. Crocker was at the blackboard writing out a math equation.
“The Pythagorean Theorem is a method for calculating the hypotenuse of a right triangle. Who can tell me what the formula is?” Crocker said.
Crocker looked at the class. Everyone stayed quiet and tried to avoid being noticed. Crocker hummed and pointed at Timmi with his ruler. “Turner!” he said.
Timmi’s eyes widened. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him, her eyes twinkling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Crocker, I don’t think I quite get it,” she said.
Crocker smiled. “Well, I suppose that’s fine. Everyone learns at their own pace,” he said.
Crocker frowned and pointed his ruler at Timmy. “Other Turner!” he said.
Timmy sat up straight in his seat. His eyes darted around the room. “I... Uh...” he said.
Crocker got right in Timmy’s face. “F!” he said.
Crocker took out a bazooka with a red F on the side. “This feels like a perfect opportunity to try out my new F Blaster!” he said.
Crocker aimed the bazooka at Timmy and fired. A huge red F shot out of it and hit Timmy in the chest. He screamed as it sent him crashing through the far wall. He stuck his head out of the hole and glared at Timmi.
Timmi frowned. “Sorry, Timmy,” she said.
Timmy was at his locker, getting his backpack together for his next class. He sighed. “Of course Crocker got a new F Blaster,” he said.
Gary was running down the hallway. He skidded to a stop when he reached Timmy. “Run, Tim-Tim! Francis!” he said.
Francis’ shadow fell on Gary and Timmy. “Well, well. Two Turners for the price of one,” he said menacingly.
Francis cracked his knuckles. Gary dashed away, leaving only a smoke cloud in his shape that quickly dissipated. Timmy watched him run down the hallway. “Hey!” he said.
Francis grabbed Timmy’s entire body with one huge hand. He had a grin on his face as he cocked his fist back. “I guess I’ll just have to beat you extra hard to make up for the other Turner running away,” he said.
Timmy swallowed. “My bones,” he said.
Francis punched Timmy into an open locker on the other side of the hallway as he screamed. The locker shut. Francis walked away, grinning. Timmy fell out of the locker, a dazed look on his face and stars circling his head.
Gary walked over to Timmy. “Ooh. Sorry, Tim-Tim,” he said.
During gym class, most of the class was playing dodgeball while the popular kids were sitting in the bleachers. Timmy and Gah were on the same team.
Trixie was watching the two teams with interest. “Wow, I love when boys are good at dodgeball. If a boy did something really cool and dodgeball-related, I’d probably fall in love with him,” she said.
Timmy grinned. “Trixie likes dodgeball! This is my chance to impress her!” he said.
Gah looked at Timmy. “You’d better get a ball, then,” he said.
Timmy picked up a ball and threw it at someone on the other team. It hit the ground and rolled up to their feet. They grinned and picked it up. “Uh-oh,” Timmy said.
Gah stepped in front of Timmy and picked up a ball. “All right, who’s next?” he said.
The student who had picked up Timmy’s ball threw it hard at Gah. “Uh-oh,” Gah said.
Gah leaned back and dodged the incoming ball, which hit Timmy in the chest and knocked him to the ground.
The coach blew their whistle. “That’s game!” he said.
Trixie came down from the bleachers with hearts in her eyes and went up to Gah. “You were amazing in that dodgeball game! I’m, like, totally impressed!” she said.
Timmy glared at Gah. Gah chuckled. “Sorry, Timmy,” he said.
During lunch, Timmy was in line at the cafeteria, right behind Sophia. He sighed. “Okay. Today might have stunk so far, but nothing can go wrong at lunch! Especially on French Bread Pizza Day!” he said.
Sophia got to the front of the lunch line. The lunch lady put a plate of French Bread Pizza on her tray. “There you go, piping hot French Bread Pizza,” she said.
“Thanks,” Sophia said.
Timmy got to the front of the line. The lunch lady put a pile of steaming spinach on his plate. He frowned. “Hey, what is this?” he said.
“Spinach surprise,” the lunch lady said.
“But it’s French Bread Pizza Day!” Timmy said.
“That girl before you got the last piece,” the lunch lady said.
Timmy glared at Sophia. She winced. “Sorry, Timmy,” she said.
Timmy was walking down the school’s main hallway. He sighed. “This day just keeps getting worse and worse. What else could go wrong?” he said.
“Oh, Timmy!” Tootie said from somewhere.
“Crud! It’s Tootie! Gotta hide!” Timmy said.
Timmy dove into a nearby garbage can. Tootie walked over, holding a small device. She grumbled and looked at it. “Oh, my Timmy Tracker’s been acting up all day,” she said.
The device sparked. Tootie smacked it a couple of times. “Come on, work!” she said.
Thomas walked over. “Hey, Tootie. Is your thing not working?” he said.
Tootie looked at Thomas. “No. It hasn’t been working right since this morning,” she said.
Thomas took the Timmy Tracker. “Well, here, let me see if I can fix it,” he said.
Thomas opened a panel on the back of the Timmy Tracker and took out a screwdriver. He tightened a couple of screws inside and handed it back to Tootie. “There. See how it works now,” he said.
Tootie turned on the Timmy Tracker. “Yes! It’s working perfectly!” she said.
“That’s great!” Thomas said.
The Timmy Tracker pointed straight to the garbage can. Tootie opened it and pulled Timmy out. “There you are, Timmy! You can’t hide from my Timmy Tracker!” she said.
Tootie kissed Timmy on the cheek relentlessly. Timmy glared at Thomas. He rubbed the back of his head. “Oh. Uh, sorry, Timmy,” he said.
At the end of the day, the last bell rang and Timmy left the school with everyone else. He groaned. “The day is finally over. At least now nothing else bad can happen,” he said.
The ground rumbled. Timmy looked behind him to see Tammy and Tommy leading a stampede of kindergarteners towards him. “School’s over!” they all said.
Timmy screamed. The kindergarteners all trampled him in a giant dust cloud. When it cleared, he was on his front, covered in shoe marks and bruises. Stars were circling his head.
Tammy and Tommy walked back over to Timmy. “Sorry, Timmy,” they said together.
Timmy stormed into his room, growling. “Today was the worst!” he said.
Cosmo and Wanda poofed into the air near Timmy. “You can say that again! That was worse than mine and Wanda’s date to the butterfly net factory!” Cosmo said.
Timmy looked at Timmi’s side of the room. “And it’s all because of all of my siblings!” he said.
“Well, they didn’t mean it, Timmy. They all apologized,” Wanda said.
“I don’t care! It wasn’t just school! My whole morning stank because of them! They all make me so mad sometimes!” Timmy said.
“Timmy Turner!” Jorgen said from somewhere.
Jorgen von Strangle poofed into Timmy’s room in an explosion. “Jorgen? What are you doing here?” Timmy said.
Jorgen grabbed Cosmo and Wanda in one fist. “The Fairy Council has summoned Cosmo and Wanda to a mandatory emergency meeting! And until it is over, they must remain in Fairy World!” Jorgen said.
"What?! Why?!” Timmy said.
“That is on a need-to-know basis, Timmy Turner. And you do not need to know!” Jorgen said.
Jorgen’s wand glowed. “Now, to Fairy World!” he said.
“Wait!” Timmy said.
Jorgen poofed away in an explosion. “Oh, crud,” Timmy said.
A car horn honked from the driveway. Timmy went to his window to see his parents in the car. “Everybody, your mom and I are going out for a nice night alone!” Mr. Turner said.
Mrs. Turner leaned out the window. “Don’t worry, my amazing big family that I love with all my heart, we’re leaving you in the safe hands of Vicky!” she said.
The car peeled out of the driveway.
“Oh, crud!” Timmy said.