It was a normal day, well, as normal as it got around the Turner residence. The Turner parents were off doing their strange activity of the day and had left Vicky [Last name withheld] to babysit their son, Timmy. Though, you already know this, so let's get to the meat of this tale.
Timmy panted in panic as he slammed the door to his room, desperately trying to defend himself as several arrows were shot around his figure through the door. "I've had it!" He bellowed moving to the bed on the other side of the room.
"Doesn't that sound familiar?" Cosmo asked no one in particular as he and Wanda poofed out of the fishbowl.
"Vicky's always faster than me. But that's the only real advantage she has over me." As he said that, a lightbulb slowly began to light up in his mind. "I've got it. Cosmo. Wanda. I wish...!"
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