(Note: a lot of the rules for wishes from the cartoon series still apply here, though the fairies are a lot more permissive about the type of wishes they will grant)
One fine morning in Dimmsdale, Inside a small, unassuming suburban house with a one-car garage, within a darkened upstairs room, a young boy with neatly combed brown hair was snoring softly. Next to the slumbering child was a round bedside table upon which rested a little pink hat and a fishbowl containing a little castle structure and two ordinary-looking goldfish with no extraordinary characteristics whatsoever, at least, it would seem that way from an outside observer. In truth, they were anything but ordinary, and they're about to show why.
One of the grinning goldfish (who had pink eyes) gleefully turned to her mate and announced, "Alright, we do it on three."
The green-eyed goldfish nodded with enthusiasm and began the count down.
"One."
"Two."
"Threee..."
The fishbowl rocked with a whirlpool of sparkles and foam before two mystical beings burst forth and out into the open air.
"Wake up Timmy!"{/c }, they shouted, forcing the young boy's eyes open.
"Yaaaaaah!" Timmy screamed, as frantically kicked at his bed, sending him off the edge and onto the ground in a jumbled heap.
Just as quickly he jumped to his feet and foggily muttered, "Whowhatwherewhowha--? ...Cosmo? Wanda?"
"Good morning Timmy!" they announced simultaneously.
Timmy winced at the loud outburst from his fairies and moved to wipe the sleep from his eyes. "Ugh, what time is it?"
Wanda Poofed! into a pink alarm clock and floated near to Timmy's face. "It's 6:30 a.m. on Saturday, sport., a perfect time to get up and get a jump on the day. Why, who knows what today will bring, what kind of adventures you'll have, or how many new friends you'll make. The early bird gets the worms, you know."
"Or in this case, if you sleep like the dead, the worms will come to you." Cosmo piped in with his usually unhelpful advice.
Wanda glared hotly at her husband, and then fired a bolt of electricity from her wand, turning him into a pile of ash with eyeballs. "Yay that hurt!" he cheerfully said, prompting an eye roll from Wanda.
Timmy yawned deeply, then began crawling back into bed and pulling the covers back over. "Yeah, well, this birdy plans on sleeping in a little bit longer, say until about noonish. Don't go waking me up until then"
Wanda frowned, then magically lifted the poor drowsing godchild up and instantly poofed him out of his pajamas and into his street clothes before setting him back on his feet.. "Now, Timmy, a good night's rest is important, but I also think you need to learn how to wake up early and seize the day. After all, you're only a kid once so you should try to make the most of it."
Timmy, who was barely paying attention and had one foot planted squarely in Dreamland, absentmindedly nodded and said "*Yawn*, ok Wanda, I guess since you're clearly not going to let me sleep, we'll do it your way."
He paused for a moment, pondering something, then muttered to himself, "I wonder what Mom and Dad are doing?"
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