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

Mighty Mom and Dyno Dad - PART 1

Hello dear readers,

I actually had planned to publish this one on a later date, but a few chapters of my former story disappeared from the book. So I finished this one instead. Hope you enjoy it!

Requested by SuperBaragon35
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Third POV
The sun had just risen over the little town of Dimmsdale. The cocks crow echoed though the neighbourhood as a sign for the people to start their day. Although for some, the day didn't seen to stop...
More specifically for the Turners.

Dad was 'sleeping' as his fingers were still typing on the small calculator beside his bed. He was still wearing his chemise and tie along with his socks and shoes. Although in his underwear.
Mom lay beside him. As bundle of papers in her hands as she scribbled down something in pencil. Her hair was slightly messy, and her clothes wrinkled from sleeping in them. Both mumbling in between their soft snors. "Must... keep... food... on... table..." They said, switching between each word and saying the last one in unison.

That was until their alarm clock went off, beeping 7 A.M. Both parents startled as they shot up into a sitting position. "AH!" They shouted, glacing down at their beeping watches. "AAH!" They screamed again when they saw the time. Reacting in the same way as they lay eyes upon each others appearance. Mom and Dad rushed out of bed to get ready for their busy day.

Once changed into a fresh pair of clothing they ran downstairs. Timmy and (Y/N) were seated at the table. Confusing writting over their faces as they saw in how much of a hurry Mom and Dad were.
"Mom?" Timmy asked, only for her to pass him quicky while gattering her paperwork. "Dad? Can you check my homework?" Timmy asked, a small stack of paper in his hands. Dad grabbing Timmy's homework, hopping by as he tried to put on his pants and balance his mug of coffee at the same time. "Yep, that's homework alright!" Dad said unsure glancing over the papers. In the result, he tripped over the legs of his trousers, spilling all of his coffee into his underwear.

The homework flying into the air before ending up on the plate with Mom's french toast. But she was in such a rush she hadn't even noticed, accidentally applying putting on the paper. "Very good Timmy." She said, her eyes glued to the clock hands.

"Mom, can you sign this paper, please? It's about an upcoming school field trip." (Y/N) asked, holding out the paper along with a pen. "Sure sweetie." Mom smiled, stress witten all over her face. She scribbled something underneath the signature. (Y/N) glancing confused when she looked over the paper. "Uh, mom? You drew a clock and a frowny face." The girl said showing her mother the paper. "Yes, that's very nice dear..." She replied, clearly not listening.

"Here you go kids. Tuna salade for lunch." Mom said, putting don two brown paper bags in front of them. (Y/N) opened her lunchbag, but not to find a sandwich. Timmy had the same expression. "Uh mom? These are dads socks." Timmy pointed out.

Both siblings glancing over to Dads feet, to see their lunches sticking to his bare feet.
"Hey! These have absolutely no arch support." Dad commented, taking a bite out of his 'toast', aka Timmy's homework.

'Woaw, who would have though Timmy would have to tell Crocker that Dad actually ate his homework...' (Y/N) thought to herself stunned.
'Oh well, how am I going to talk my way out of explaining to Mrs. Bustier that Mom drew a clock and a frowny face as her signature?' She sighed mentally.

Cosmo and Wanda appearing beside them as a box of cereal and carton of milk. "What's wrong with your parents?" Wanda asked them confused. "They are always in such a rush with stuff from work that they hardly have any time for us." (Y/N) explain with a sigh, glancing towards her parents.

Dad finishing his 'toast' as Mom drank all the remaining coffee. Thowing the can to the side once it had been finished. They opened the door before shortly glancing behind them. "Bye school! Have a fun day at kids!" Mom and Dad said, swinging the door shut once they were outside.

"Well, that's that." (Y/N) sighed standing up from her seat. "How long do we have left before the bus arrives?" The (H/C) girl asked as she looked through the cupboards. Timmy glancing at the time on his watch. "Uh, about 15 minutes."
"Well I'll make us real lunch. Can you clear the table?" (Y/N) suggested, looking through the fridge  for something to eat. Timmy nodded.

Both of them just finishing in time to catch the schoolbus.