The Fairly Odd Parents ~ Timmy Turners sister (Reader insert) - One Shots

Boys in the Band - FINAL PART

Previously
"What are we gonna do now?" Timmy asked glancing my way.

"We have to stall them until Wanda gets back" I said, my eyes glued on the scene before us.

"And how do you suggested we do that?" Timmy asked slightly hesetant.

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Third POV
Meanwhile Vicky and a miserable looking Chip stood beside each other. The priest starting his little speech, "We are gattered here today to forcibly bond these two teens against their will. Is there anyone here, besides the groom ...", Chip about to debat before letting out a depressed sigh, "... who has a reason these two should not be wed?"

(Y/N) kicked the door open, making the trio gaze her way. "I can think of a few." She said walking over. Vicky's face was fild with radge.

"Firstly, they can not be wed because they are underage. So legally, I wouldn't count." I stated, resting my hands on my hips. And secondly..." (Y/N) walked over to the door. Opening it to reveal a buisiness man in a black with an briefcase in hand. Wanda standing to his right.
"Him."

"Oh my god, it's the guy from the record company." Chip said, mostly to himself. Vicky blinking in absolute confusion

"Thanks for the tip, pink-haired mystery woman." The man said to Wanda. The (H/C) girl gave her a secret thumps up behind her back. Her fairy godparent sending a quick wink her way before she exited the room and disappeared. As the others were now focused on the manager.

"I represent Chip Skylarks record company. If you are in fact ready to be Chip Skylarks wife, you get Chip Skylarks debts." He explained. The briefcase filled with many unpayed bills, so many in fact that Vicky was buried underneath all of them.

"6 MILLION BUCKS?!" The redhead exclaimed, glancing to the teen singer beside her. "But Chip, I thought you were rich!" The happy face become a frown in mere seconds.

"Nope, he's just pretty and talented." Timmy said now standing beside the teenager.

"NO!!!" Vicky yelled out in a fit of rage. "You big, broke, loser creep. I DON'T LOVE YOU! This wedding is off!" She stomped towards the door. (Y/N) and Timmy smiling to Wanda, who hid behind the bedside table.

"NERD!" Vicky yelled, slamming the door afterwards.

Like 'magic' the chains became undone. Chip happily dancing around and enjoying his freedom. Until his eyes landed on the clock at (Y/N)'s desk. His face going in a state of panick, "Oh no! I'll never get to the concert in time!"

"Here you go Chip, use this. Let them know you're on your way." Timmy said, taking out a phone from his back pocket as he helt it up to Chip. (Y/N), meanwhile wondering where he got that from?

"Thanks little dude." He said. But when pushing the dill-button, some kind of smoke came out. He mumbled out something before he fell unconcious to the ground.

"What the hell was that?!" (Y/N) asked a little panicked, glancing to Timmy and Wanda.

"Oh yeah, you don't know that part. Vicky used it to knock him out the first time. So I thought, why not use it again?" Timmy said with an innocent smile.

"Timothy Turner... good thinking." (Y/N) smiled, rubbing his head in the process. This making her little brother laugh. "I wish we were at the concert!" He shouted and with the flick of a wrist, Wanda had poofed them to the concert.

----- Meanwhile at the concert -----

The audience was not happy to say the least. They were still throwing tomatoes to the stage. Beethoven doing his best to dodge them by swinging his electric guitar from left to right to smash them. Yelling angrily in German while telling his bandmembers to stand back.
"Hey, they like us! They really like us!" Cosmo yelled excited from head to toes covered in bits and pieces of tomatoes.

A little hidden stagedoor was poofed up. Timmy appearing from it as he now stood in the very front of the stage. A microphone in a microstand placed before him. He jumped up, grabbing hold of it, while trying to track everyone's attention.
"LADIES! ... And Timmy and (Y/N) Turners' dad!"

Mom and Dad, both holding a tomato in there hands, now came to a stop. "Hey, that's me!" Dad yelled out suprised.

"Are you ready to rock?" Timmy exclaimed, earning many shoutes from the excited public. "Then get ready for Chip Skylark!!!"

The curtains were pulled to the side, revealing a still sleeping Chip. Once hearing the applause he started to wake up. Perplex on how he had gotten there. "He, eh, what? Guys how did we get here?" He questioned, Timmy and me glancing at one another for a possible 'non-magical' explanation.

"Uh, the power of music?" I said unsure. To which he seemed to approve, "Rock on! Hit it!" he said, throwing us each a microphone before taking on himself. That's when the music started.

Song

Girls:
V-I-CKY
The sound of her name makes the little kids cry. (AHHHHHHH)

Chip:
Hey Vicky you're so so icky
Just the thought of being around you makes me oh so sicky

You:
Hey Vicky won't you please explain why
you get so much enjoyment out of causing kids pain.
(OH OH OH!)

Chip:
A chick who's just plain mean
A sour sweet 16
She's a fire breathing dragon
in a pair of black jeans

Girls:
EEEEWWWW

Chip:
AHOOOOOOO

(Your POV)
We were having such a blast. I noticed Timmy talking to Mom and Dad, since they stood in the very front of the crowd. I made my way over to catch them say "Happy almost birthday Timmy!".
Leaving Timmy dumbfounded as they started dancing to the song.

"Come on!" I said smiling widely before pulling him along. Now both dancing and singing beside Chip.

Chip:

Hey Vicky won't you tell us true,

All:
How'd we ever get the bad luck to be stuck with you!

You:
Oh Vicky can we say one thing,

All:
It's your super total yuckiness
that makes us wanna sing!

Chip, you and Timmy:
Icky Vicky!

Girls:
Ooo ooo

Chip, you and Timmy:
Icky Vicky!

Girls:
Ooo ooo

Chip, you and Timmy
ICKY VICKY!

(Your POV)
The song came to an end, causing the croud to go wild. We all waved to them before exiting the stage. This was a day we wouldn't ever forget!

----- Back home -----

Vicky had been watching the whole show. Her face irritated as she bite her lip in anger.

"I hate music ..." She mumbled angry, turning sideways from the TV while stomping away.

~The End~

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