Fairly FlawedParents

Those Distracting Pop Ups

Back in the Tang home, Timmy was still playing on her computer, excitedly banging on the game controller and saying his moves to himself, “Ooh, mutant zombies have taken over the mall... and they're having a 50% off sale! Come on, get to display before the alien... Oh crap, the saleslady has a rocket launcher!”

The computer responded in kind with You're wearing white!? and Let me get you an application! or even the snooty Go back to K-mart! Finally, it got the better of his character and the computer shouted, “And your purse is ugly! GAME OVER!” Timmy closed the program as he glanced to see Wanda floating out of the bathroom. Then he did a double-take and looked at her again, his jaw dropping.

His fairy godmother looked absolutely gorgeous, made up with the finest beauty products that money could buy. Her hair, instead of being tied in back and poofy over her forehead, had been let down so it spread evenly and curled up just below her shoulders. It was glossy and full of life, flowing gracefully every time she moved her head, only to then fall back perfectly into place. Her face was youthful and gorgeous, with all of her worry lines completely gone.

Yet, it seemed as if she had only the tiniest hint of makeup on, complimenting her beautiful pink eyes and face just enough to look fantastic. Even her pale lip gloss was applied perfectly to her sumptuous lips, in stark contrast to the awkward way she usually wore her red lipstick. Her hot pink fingernail polish almost looked natural, too, because she had used a snow-bunny white polish to accent the tips.

She wore a two-toned pink knee-length skirt and calf-high white stockings, with her feet in crystal pink high heels. For her top, she had on a light-pink angora turtleneck; and just peeking out of the neck was an ultra-thin gold chain with her miniaturized wand as a pendant.

“So, you think Cosmo will like it?” she asked with a hint of uncertainty. She flew in closer and did a quick twirl for her godchild.

Timmy was amazed by how gorgeous she looked, and the hint Trixie's perfume she had on just added to her splendor. Wanda had always been plain, even frumpy, but he even considered how she could look a lot more like Trixie with just a few tweaks. Her question finally registered in his head and he blurted out, “Wow, you look awesome!”

“Really? Thanks! I hope he likes it. But I just wish he'd get here already,” she fretted as she lifted up one leg to adjust the stocking.

Timmy suddenly realized that he was staring at her too hard, which was making something else hard. He pretended that something had appeared on the screen and looked back towards the computer; however, he turned so quickly that it caught her attention.

“What's the matter? Did you get a pop-up?” she asked while floating over to look.

“Uh, something like that,” Timmy answered with a gasp. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust his shorts without her noticing. Before she could see that the screen was blank, he quickly clicked on the message program again and it told him, “71 new messages; 25 marked as urgent.” While stealing glances at Wanda, who went to check herself in Trixie's dresser mirror, he accidentally clicked on the wrong button. Up popped a chat window titled, “IM - Trixie2!”

Timmy typed back, “she's not hear. were house sitting. who are you”

“im veronica. where iz she?”

“oh, hi Veronica. :) u can try to msg her on tturner@pinkhat.org for tonite”

“WHAT SHES WITH TIMMY?!!! RAAAARGH!!!!!!!! >:[O~~”

Timmy tried to reply quickly with, “no im timmy. shes just...” but before he could finish typing there was a signoff message:

“*** User has quit (remote computer destroyed in a violent rage) ***”

“Oh well,” he thought aloud while closing the window. Wanda had retreated to the bathroom again, so with nothing better to do he started going through the desk drawers. At first he found the usual glitter gel pens, unicorn stationery, and Pedobear sticky notes. He even found what looked like a giant silver novelty pen, but instead of an ink tip coming out of the tapered tip, it simply started making noise and shaking when he pressed the button on the other end. “Only a girl could think something like this is fun,” he said in disgust while putting it back behind her old homework files.

Then, under some notebooks in the bottom drawer, he found a stash of strange-looking comic books. “Aww, they're all in Japanese or something,” he grumbled while opening one. After flipping a few pages his eyes went wide in amazement. “Wow, who cares what they're saying! Oh, wait, I thought that was his older sister...” He adjusted his shorts yet again as he studied its pages.