Vicky is done showering and is coming down the stairs.

"Speaking of babysitters, based on the sounds I’m hearing, looks like Vicky is done showering and is coming down~." Cosmo said with a singsong voice.

"Quick hide!" Wanda yelled as she raises her wand.

*POOF!* *POOF!*

Suddenly a green colored Fruit Bowl and a pink colored TV Remote lay on top of the coffee table.

Timmy looks towards at the stairs and waited. Instead of the sound of the heels clicking on the floor that he was expecting, Timmy instead heard the pitter patter of delicate feet. He first saw a pair of delicate feet followed by a pair of legs that go on forever coming down the stairs.

He quickly looked away, what happened in the bathroom flashes in his mind and for a moment Timmy wondered if those shapely legs are as firm and silky soft to touch as they look.

"Um, Timmy? Timmy?" A beautiful voice that Timmy slowly growing all too familiar with called him. Timmy sigh and looked, his mouth felt open at he was sawing standing at the foot of the stairs.

Vicky stood there with his mother’s purple and white trimmed bathrobe wrapped around her body and white towel wrapped around her wet hair, and holding her still wet and sticky clothes in her hands. The bathrobe Timmy recognizes it very same one his mother used during the “Miss Dimmsdale" Incident to reveal to him an old swimsuit of her she still fits (the swimsuit revealed to be a bikini).

Timmy was still not sure what was going on in his mother’s mind when she did that in front of her son. And do not to get him started on the horror of seeing his father in a glittery red speedo that's clearly too small for him doing the same thing. Maybe because his parents thought they could convince him to make them Ms. Dimmsdale, as his wish to be third judge on Ms. Dimmsdale-beauty pageant to help make sure that whoever ends up winning the competition wins it fair-and-square...and isn't Vicky, the old Vicky that is.

Now however, if this new version of Vicky would compete within the Ms. Dimmsdale-beauty pageant she’d win easily for sure, no question asked.

"I am so sorry, Timmy. I didn’t bring any clean clothes with me when I came here, so I hope that you don’t mind me borrowing some of you mother’s stuff for a while." Vicky says, turning her face away from Timmy in embarrassment and shame.

"T-that no p-pr-problem, Vicky." Timmy said, unable to keep his eyes of Vicky, another part of his mind was screaming to stop doing it.

"I promise that tomorrow I will bring some more clothes and other items, after all I have stay with you for the… entire… month." Vicky promised but her words grew flatter near the end as she now fully realizes she has to stay in house with a boy that looked like her old crush for an entire month.

Both Timmy and Vicky looked away, both their face were blushing red, meanwhile an unassuming green colored Fruit Bowl and pink colored TV Remote looked at the interaction between their godchild and his former tormentor.

"This is going to be one long month, isn’t it?” the pink colored TV Remote whispered to the green colored Fruit Bowl.

"I am sure the month will pass by fast with all the fun activities I can suggest to them two." The green colored Fruit Bowl whispered back to the green colored Fruit Bowl as it’s wiggling his eyebrows.

The pink colored TV Remote looked angry at the green colored Fruit Bowl. "COSMO! you better keep those horndog ideas to yourself or else I-"

"What was that?" Vicky asked out loud as she looks around.

"What is what?" Timmy asks looking the redhead beauty in purple bathrobe.

"I just heard someone talking." Vicky says looks around still around for the source of the voice. "Within this room."

"I heard nothing." Timmy said quickly as he sent a glare to the coffee table and both brightly colored items got the message.

"Say, Timmy do you know where the laundry room is?" The gorgeous redhead asked. "My clothes are still wet and sticky from the iced tea and while I have visited your house often, I don’t remember ever setting a foot into the laundry room." A hint of embarrassment and shame can be heard in her voice.

"Yeah... It’s located over there, just through my mother’s sewing room and you will find it." Timmy pointed towards to a door in the far side of the living room.

"Thank you so much." Vicky said with a bright smile and looking at Timmy with sparkling eyes. "Also, would you please find me some slippers for me, I could not find any in the Bathroom. The floor is a bit cold." She said giving he an adorable pleading looking that he finds impossible to say no against.

"Y-yeah, yes, sure." Timmy said as he stood up and walked toward the stairs. "I think my mom didn’t pack her slippers when she and Dad run off for their vacation, so they might in still their bedroom."

"Do you think your mother would care if I were borrowing her slippers too." Vicky asks Timmy as he pass her and climb up the stair.

"Knowing my mom, she would care more about her dammed slippers then her own son." Timmy muttered darkly to himself.