[-Timmy's Turn Up.]

On this day –and it had to be the day I had just go happened to be flush with ideas, filled with music and enough anger and angst to have thrown or smashed something The energy seated deep inside me wanted–needed to explode into a fit of fury and rage; but the calm forces of love and nature overtook and relaxed me–and though I envisioned myself tearing the world apart, I remained explicitly calm and collected, breathing in a shallow heap beneath my breath and through a layers of thick clothing, I walked alongside the pavement nearly wherever I was going with a stout and callous, yet not altogether unforgiving faith,my misjudgement of what had gathered around me in a collusion of

Dammit.

Fuck, I know I had it.

That's why I told you to complete the thought before searching the word.

Well, no going back now.

How could you even use a word to describe thisfeeling?

UGH.

no

Maybe it's not a word.

–and here it comes.

Maybe it's music.

Maybe it's–

Stillex

*Skrillex.

Right.

…Does that exist?

ITDOESEXIST.

Stop doing this.

Stop doing that.

What are you doing?

I'm working

On What.

My Problems.

I thought this was a different series.

IT was.

oh .

Now it's this one.

Which one is this?

The other one…

The other–??

GERALD.

Oh no. It's this dude.

TUrn this off.

NO

Turn it off NO.

TURN IT OFF. NOW.

Ok mom.

ok .

[shuts off lights]

…goodnight.

_-goodnight

–goodnight.

….

….

…..

TURN IT–

Now what happened?

Now we're in a black hole.

cute .

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

he's cute.

…\oh.

____

NOW IT”S THE NEXT PART.

Next part:

Welcome to multidimensionality, folks.

What is it.

This is it.

tater tots.

What?

gimme tater tots.

why .

#IT”SSEASON6BITCH.

HOW–

THis show's only been on for two years;

–yeah.

how does it have SIX SEASONS?

I HATE YOU.

–YUR FACE.

Where is Skrillex?

……….

……………

…

…

…?

Uh. you're welcome.

!x?

What?

GERALD.

What

Oh yeah, this dude exists apparently.

CHeck it 0utt.

What for?

I don't know, man. Just a feeling.

DOn't D0 ThiS in LA

ok .

DO THIS INSTEAD:

Jesus Christ Almighty!

Quick! I need a side hustle!

THE GODDESS PRISHNA

I just made $800 on a one minute video.

(Cool, keep it classy.)

But I wanna do the R-Rated Version.

IF it's a movie about Skrillex it's gonna be an R Rated Movie.

RATED NC-17?!

I'm sorry, guys.

IT”S RATED X?

WHAT?

Check this out.

What.

Some girl wrote a movie about Skrillex and the MPAA

GOOGLE SEARCH:

‘Who rates the movies?'

GOOGLE

MPAA

(See, I was right. )

tater tots.

ANYWAY.

Ugh,

Okay, now the novel part.

“I'm probably going to kill one of these dudes if I don't let out.”

The celibacy was paining me; I hadn't been myself at all lately much, besides at what was now my only job, after obstinately

GOOGLE

Are you sure you know what that means?

…

…

..

yes…

*this is how often I think about tater tots.

–stubbornly adhering to an opinion, purpose, or course in spite of reason, arguments, or persuasion. obstinate resistance to change. : not easily subdued, remedied, or removed.

right again.

“BLŪ” disappears.

(now back to the novel.)

alright .

The first time he wandered into the storefront, I of course immediately avoided any direct eye contact, as I typically did with any attractive Caucasian male, especially in thick glasses—not that I noticed who he was at all before Nick mentioned it—and not that I actually did believe Nick at all when he did; I had immediately looked away, anyhow, and rightly so.

“You remember that show Drake & Josh?” , asked Nick coyly, as the man exited

“What about it?” , I asked unassumingly

“That's that nigga Josh Bell”, he nodded—

“Oh”, I bawked, thinking twice to correct him, but instead opting to seem unaffected—mostly I thought he was lying, but it at least had sparked my imiagination enough to remember I had begun writing about Cosmo and Wanda's life after the conclusion of Fairly Oddparents, not yet having returned until now to inspiration—suddenly I was flooded with the remnants of a song I had once loved enough to keep on repeat, which I was of course prompted to listen to as soon as possible, and with which a story unfolded in front of my eyes and beneath my feet, as I left to work the next day with my then-newest mix ringing in my ears—and an actual narrative for Timmy Turner himself, now reaching middle age, as I was— and, to my suprise, a couple nights and a million lifetimes later, when the well dressed man caught my eye again, after having resisted the urge to waste a Google just to verify what may well have been a farse—God took the liberty of playing show-and-tell—and for some reason, it was his voice, along with a quick and striking once-over, that it was in fact once more—and rather than his stardom that made me nervous, it was perhaps more so that he was, in fact, extremely attractive, especially my type—and actually, probably at most—the overflow of things I had written and already published about him in my imaginary world—the place where I lived, but wasn't entirely sure anyone else was aware of.

His pink sweatshirt and ball cap tempted me to Google exactly what it was Timmy Turner used to wear—in my creative headspace, I thought to myself, blushing a little as he walked away, still swinging to the Detroit Drill music in the background

“What's Timmy Turner up to tonight?”

Perhaps it was my sex drive getting the better of me—I had wholeheartedly been indulging in the tater tots at the hot bar for three nights exactly—but at least I was back in the gym, where I listened over my mixes, playing over Timmy Turner by Desiigner, envisioning the Fairyless Timmy's trials, intermingling the fictional trademark into my multidimensional science fiction fantasy-action world—and somewhat hoping the real-life Drake has no way to creep into my ultra-conscience hyper sexual fantasies, disallowing my mind to run too wildly.

It was late at night, or rather, early in the morning—and I was just the girl at the smokeshop—meanwhile, in the fourth dimension, Timmy Turner was more than likely..

TIMMY TURNER

open the registers.

CASHIERS

Fuck that, bro—

—no, way, man

—on God—

TIMMY TURNER produces a Glock.

OH SHIT

—OH HELL NAW.

The cashiers raise their arms in surrender.

TIMMY TURNER

Now open the register.

—Alright man, ok

Oh, fuck, man—

[The cashiers obey his command—the registers spring open, clinging.]

TIMMY TURNER

Cool, now—in the bag.

CASHIERS

All of it?!

Come on, man.

TIMMY TURNER

Oh yeah, I want all that shit!

[He leaves, palming a soda on the way out.]

TIMMY TURNER

Suckas.

Timmy Turner- Acoustic Version, Various Artists

BLŪ / SUPACREE skates to work in the heart of downtown Los Angeles

3 weeks later:

Cosmo.

What.

Get up.

What. What do you want.

Get up.

Stop touching me!

No! Get up!

What?!

—just get up.

What is it?

It's Timmy.

TIMMY. TIMMY WHAT.

He made a wish.

He—he did?!

YES.

WHERE IS HE?

—I don't know.

INT/EXT. SMOKESHOP - 5:50 AM

GET LOW

It's too early for this.

Can I get some whippets?

Yes.

LEGENDS: EPISODE 3

“Hoes Love Whippets”

[The LA Standard]

Timmy, what happened?

...I don't remember.

The True Origins of the Bampheramphs are Unknown.

I know what they are.

No you don't--nobody knows.

Yah. I'm nobody.

*Running at exactly 140 BPM*

SAMMI! SAMMI! SAMMI!!

WHAT?

Listen to me!

I'm—listening to something else—

What is it?

Something more important.

That cannot be!

Why?!

LISTEN TO ME:

What?!

Something very strange is about to happen to you.

To me?

Yes, to you— I just said that.

Just making sure.

LISTEN TO ME:

I've been listening…

Bampheramph Camp

Welcome to your dwelling.

This is disgusting.

I don't care. I'm beat!

Yeah, me too.

Dibs on top!!!

Aw, no fair!

[he jumps onto the top bunk; amattress spring quickly protrudes from the top of the bed]

Oh, well, never mind.

[another camper opens the bathroom door, to find only the foundation of plumbing for a toilet]

Uhhh… where's the toilet?

(From afar)

It's...over here.

What.

You're welcome.

You're welcome?! For what!

Not all the cabins even have toilets.

That's seriously disturbing.

It's supposed to be—

And why is the bathtub separate from the toilet—

—or where the toilet should be—

Right—

Because— there are 43 of us in this quadrant; some of you are gonna have to shit and shower at the same time.

What!

43 of us?!

Are you blind?

There's like 16 of us!

I'm pretty sure there's only 9; we lost those guys.

[a group of dilapidated campers huddled in a pile]

Nah, they're alive… well, maybe like five of them.

[immediately, the front door swings open— a drove of campers come pouring in]

Alright guys, single file lines.

[not even close]

Perfect.

What the fuck.

Who are they?!

Who are you?

What the fuck!

There's 10 beds!

Learn to share.

Get off me!

GET OFF THE FLOOR.

Mm—no, probably not…

Ughuhhhuhhh—-

[blows gym whistle]

OH MY GOD!

THEN GET UP.

I'm so drunk.

I've been drunk for three days.

Flicker the lights.

I WANT MY MOM.

Too bad—she's with me!

Noooo!

The rise<> free your mind>< I still care

Cosmo and Wanda share stories of their lives as Fairies (before becoming Godparents) with their androgynous offspring.

Poof, this is reckless. You can't just go granting every wish he makes--

Why not?

One, It's dangerou--

He isn't evil.

Secondly, it's irresponsible.

SUPACREE

TURN UP, TURN UPPPPPPP!!!

DRAKE BELL

Goddamn, girl.

SUPACREE

SHUT UP, DRAKE—

DRAKE

WHAT I DO?!

SUPACREE attempts a whippet—but the can is empty.

SUPACREE

not you, dumbass.

DRAKE continues dusting.

DRAKE BELL enters the suite.

CONT'D

This dumbass.

She attempts another huff from the empty can

SUPACREE

this shits out.

DRAKE BELL

Jesus Christ.

JESUS CHRIST

WHAT?

BOTH

NOT YOU.

SUPACREE CONT'D

—you get my whippets?

{Enter The Multiverse}

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