After all he shrunk himself for a reason. And that reason was to avoid Vicky at all costs. He turned and ran away, heading for his pillow. He dove behind it and quietly peered out from the other side. Timmy was getting scared as he thought about this plan of his. He started to realize that it was a seriously bad idea to shrink himself; could you imagine what Vicky would do if she found him like this? If she enjoyed torturing him at normal size cause he was small and couldn't fight back, imagine the torment she'd put him through like this. It was a terrible idea...So why had Wanda been the one to suggest it?
Timmy flinched as he saw Vicky moving. She put a hand on the mattress and began tapping her fingers. She was starting to get concerned that Timmy was gone; she was responsible for him after all.
"Okay, just think this through," Vicky said to herself. "You've outwitted those dimwit Turners before, so..." She suddenly spotted Timmy's clothes on the floor. "Jackpot," she said reaching down. "I've got a few days to find him; I should have plenty of time. But if they come back, I'll just tell them that I took him out for some new clothes. That should buy me some extra-time. Shit, they don't care too much about him anyway; they'll probably be relieved at the extra time without him. Now, gotta make it convincing."
She folded up Timmy's clothes and put them away. Timmy watched and listened to her. She was such a horrible Babysitter; planning to lie to his parents in order to cover her own ass. But as long as he stayed out of sight, she couldn't find him. And when it came time for his parents to come home, he'd grow himself back to normal; no fuss, no muss. All he needed was...
Timmy suddenly froze. He needed the shrinking gun to get back to normal; but IT was still normal sized. How could he possibly use it like this? Well...maybe when Cosmo and Wanda got back they'd help him. He just needed to find the gun. He suddenly spotted it on the floor not far from where his clothes were dropped. Good - so at least he knew where it was. He could get to it with relative ease...
But the problem is, Vicky was in his room; if she found it then he'd be in big trouble. She might break it just to spite him; or worse, she might discover the power the gun has and use it for herself. No good could come from a woman like Vicky having the ability to shrink people...or any other functions the gun might have now that Timmy thought about it. Why did Jorgen have to take Cosmo and Wanda away?
Vicky was over by his desk taking up a sheet of paper from one of his note books and writing something down.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Turner - In case you happen to come back early, I noticed that Timmy's wardrobe was looking rather sparse. So I decided to take him out for a little shopping-spree - at my expense of course. Will have him back in a few hours. Hope you don't mind and will appreciate the good work I do for you and your son, and will be fully willing to reimburse me for the cost of the new clothes. Love Vicky," she said to herself.
She finished writing the note and stood up. "There, that should keep the dimwits happy until I get the twerp back. Now to put this where they can see it."
Timmy was relieved hearing that. Vicky would probably leave the room, so when she did he'd make a run for the Shrink-Ray. He didn't know what he would do, but as long as he kept in in a place where he could get to it and Vicky couldn't. Maybe he if he could drag the gun under his bed, that would be enough.
Unfortunately Vicky stopped at the door to his bedroom and stuck the note to the door.
"There, that way when they come to see him, they'll undoubtedly see it. Not even they could be that thick," Vicky said. She turned back into the room. "Now to the job of finding the Twerp. Maybe something around here will give me a clue."
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