[RL with Timon - Virus]

Timon rolled over in his hammock, scratching his backside and grumbling. "Try the drawer closest to the sink," Timon answered yawning. Stretching and rolling over again, he licked his lips and tasted that wonderful thing called "morning breath".

"Probably time to get up anyway," Timon thought not really wanting to. He hopped out of his hammock and made his way to the bathroom. There was a stool placed beside the cabinet for Timon to climb up to the sink with. "Morning," Timon said to Denzel as he grabbed his toothbrush and began scrubbing away at his bad breath.


(No problem! Take your time. Hehe nah Timon sleeps in a hammock I figure. It helps with his back. XD)

^{(Thanks, and I bet! Also, feel free to post about this elsewhere)}

"Ah, there is it! Thank you!" Opening up the drawer, taking out a really sharp blade; "Good morning." Was the remark to Timon, as Denzel found the really sharp blade, placing that carefully on the bathroom sink. "Let's see. Shaving cream."

Squinting his eyes; Crocker wasn't all that thrilled to go to his teaching job none the less.
Rubbing on some cream on his five o' clock shadow, mumbling things to himself like a crazy person who's half awake.

Then taking the blade, clicking off the bathroom light, in order to shave, there where slicing sounds heard in the dark with light cuts, with the shaving.

Finally, when he was done, clicked on the light and had his shadow gone, and little pieces of toliet paper in its place.

"Pass the toothpaste will you?" Grabbing his toothpaste, the bristles of the toothbrush where rather separated, and became to brush away himself.

After Timon finished brushing his teeth he looked at himself in the mirror and turned to his side to get a better view of his figure. He simply harumphed then turned and hopped down off the counter.

"All righty then. I'm starving. I haven't eaten since my midnight snack. Let's go get some grub. What do you want to eat, dear?" Timon asked Denzel.

"Oh, just the usual. Easy over eggs and some coffee. I'll be down in a minute, I still have to F's some papers from last night's homework assignment." At finishing that, grabbed a cup of mouth wash and rinsed out his mouth.

Not to mention change into his work clothes.

"Oh, I left the lady bugs and beetles for you in that jar with the rotting wood, on the table for you."

Edited at 2009-10-10 02:47 am (UTC)

"Perfect! I can have scrambled bugs for breakfast this morning," Timon grinned, happily snatching the jar and heading out to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Timon got to work right away on fixing breakfast. He hummed some random tune the entire time. Once he was finished he set the food down on the table. He wasted no time dinning in to his own breakfast with satisfaction.

"That was the idea." Denzel said before Timon left the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Crocker, got dressed; "Let's see. Anti - magic shirt, check." As he tugged on his white shirt he now wore. "Magic slicing tie." Holding out tie, in his hands for a moment before letting it drop back in place. "Check. Pants."

With a short pause; "They're just pants. And briefcase of F's and Pop Quiz for today. Excellent!" His rug spinning up in the air before resting on his head again.

Coming down the stairs, Denzel tripped and fell to the ground. Finding himself in the kitchen, took a seat, starting with his coffee first, the newspaper on one side of him and the breakfast on another. Taking a bite into to the eggs, remarked; "Needs ketchup."

Getting up, checked the fridge; "Mother forgot to go shopping again! And I work so hard on bringing home the bacon." Slamming the door shut to the fridge that incidentally, caused the fridge to now, not shut all the way.

Sitting back down, looks at the newspaper; "Maybe they closed the school today." But that would be getting his hopes up.

Then to Timon; "Excellent eggs, dear. As always."

Edited at 2009-10-10 04:30 pm (UTC)

"Welcome." Timon said finishing off his plate. He glanced outside the kitchen window. "Nah it's a perfect sunny day. Doubt school will be closed. Oh yeah that reminds me!" Timon got up from the table and left the room for a minute. When he came back, he held in both his hands a pack of brand new red markers.

"Figured you'd need these. Your other red markers were drying up with all the F's you've been giving." He turned the pack over to double check, "Yup and I made sure these were extra -permanent- markers."

He handed Denzel the markers then went to the fridge and pulled out a lunchbox for Denzel.

"Oh, if only I had magic...." As Denzel began a small rant; "I'd wish for a snow storm! In California! In October!" Brief pause; "Or even better... Ruler of the Universe!" Followed by tons of maniacal laugher. Cue massive amounts of random lighting outside, till Crocker was done laughing.

"FAIRIES!" Having a slight spazz at the kitchen table, on the plus side, at least dear, mommy didn't make Denzel sit in his high chair, anymore since he got 'married'.

"Uh?" Blinking in confusion, wondering where Timon could possibly be up to now.

"Ah, for me? You shouldn't have." Commenting as touched as Crocker was compliable of, taking them from the Timon.

"Mmmm.. Wonder if Turner would need, LASER SURGERY to get his F's off his forehead now!"

Checking his watch, "Well, I should probably head off to work." Placing the extra permanent markers in his raddy briefcase.

Edited at 2009-10-11 02:27 pm (UTC)

"It was nothing. Saw them on sale and knew your old markers were running out," Timon said as he eyed some leftovers on his own plate. "Huh thought I finished it all," Timon thought, scraping up his leftover food with one finger and happily eating it.

"Here. Don't forget your lunch, hon." He handed Denzel his lunchbox as he licked the last of his breakfast off his fingers. That really was a good breakfast. Timon would have to have a second breakfast.

As Denzel gathered his stuff, "Have a good day. Make them learn. Give a lot of F's."

"Oh, right. My lunch. You really think of everything, dear." Bending over and taking the lunch box from Timon, then picking his teeth clean, with one of his finger nails.

"Well, I'll see you when I return." Gently, patting the meerkat a top the head.

Short pause; "I'll try." He couldn't say seeing his ex - girlfriend everyday was a joy or being surround by children either. His trying would be for Timon's sake, not his own.

"Of course I will!" Ressuring Timon.

"FAIRIES!"

With that slammed the door closed; a moment later, peeking his head back in the door; "Oh, you enjoy your day as well."

Then finally, leaving for work.

^{(Don't know if you want to do several hours later, or end it here)}

Edited at 2009-10-12 10:51 pm (UTC)

((Shall we skip ahead a few hours? I'm really good with whatever. :-) ))

After a six hour work day;

Crocker came home, frustrated. More then usual.

"That Turner. It's impossible I say! IMPOSSIBLE!"

Tossing his raddy briefcase onto the floor.

"There's no way he could possibly all of sudden know everything!" Denzel's hands flying up into the air.

To the 4th wall; "I had to give him an A. Smarty pants." Shrugging in place and then sighing.

"Hello, dear. I'm back."

Edited at 2009-10-14 01:11 am (UTC)

"Ah welcome home," Timon replied back. He was lounging on the couch munching on a bowl of freshly picked bugs and watching Wheel of Fortune on the TV.

"Oh a know-it-all student? Ha!" Timon picked a bug from the bowl and chomped it down. "I'd like to see him identify all the classes of insects in this bowl uuuuusing their scientific names."

He put the bowl down and stood up on the couch turning to face Crocker behind him. "So you feel like doing anything tonight?"

(Sorry for the late replies. orz I'm fighting something icky.)

Crocker came over and slumped down next to Timon and stard at the TV for a moment;

TV: "I'd like to buy an... A."

Looking over at Timon; "Did you at least enjoy your day?
Well, I've told you about A.J. he could in fact identify all the classes of those insects in your bowl using their scientific names. But he's a child prodigy!
Turner on the other hand; is not. Usually, he only gets 'F's but today. Somehow, he was able to out smart, A.J!

It was the work of - FAIRY GODPARENTS!" Spazzing on the sofa.

"Well, I was going to get my camera and stalk Turner, as far as I can without entering his premises. Then take a bubble bath and grade some papers...

...

Unless, you have any better ideas."

Another short pause, extanding a hand over by Timon;

"Pass a bug will you? One of the crunchy ones."

^{(D: get better! <3)}

Edited at 2009-10-15 02:41 am (UTC)

"Oh yeah my day was nice." Timon slumped back down on the couch. "Napped, had lunch, lounged, napped some more."

Host on TV: "Two A's."
Contestant on TV: "How about a G?"

He handed Denzel a crunchy beetle. "You want me to come along if you're going camera stalking?" Timon asked.

((The two of them hiding behind a bush in front of Timmy's house makes me laugh. Extra laughs if they're dressed up in camouflage wear. XD))

Crocker pointing at the TV; "You don't get your 'A's!"

There was a pause; "Curse you Sajak!" Shaking a fist at the TV. Denzel sighed, and munched on the the beetle, shallowing and then smacked the tips of his fingers. Strangely enjoying the bug.

TV; "There is one G."

Walking over to the corner of the room, where he removed a cloth, which beneath that was a birdcage, and opened the hinge. Donnie and Marie crawled out onto the floor.

"Well, now that the spiders are out for the night."

Answers Timon; "Sure, let me go upstairs and get the Stalk Hunting Equipment."

Twindling his fingers, Crocker went up the creeky stair case and moments later came back down wearing camouflage and in his hands; a camera, camera stand, extension lens, binoculars and a little camouflage outfit for Timon and handing the meerkat the clothes, that where seemly made for Timon.

Edited at 2009-10-16 01:24 am (UTC)

Timon wasted no time changing into his camouflage outfit since he didn't want to be in the way of Denzel's pet spiders. He didn't hate them, but they were big spiders even for Timon.

"All right hon let's go take some pictures!" Timon said after he finished changing and put two black streaks underneath his eyes. "Operation camera stalk is a go. Shall we move out?"

"EXCELLENT! YES! FAIRIES!" With his usual spasm of three.

*Scene change*

Crocker is now outside of ther Turner residence, in a bush, setting up the camera equipment.

"Perfect. From this angle, we should be able to have a perfect view of any 'paranormal' activity going on in the Turner household. And once I finally prove fairies exist, I'll be able to wash that reek off, FOREVER." Talking to no one in particular.

Cue maniacal laugher with lighting behind Crocker.

Looking over at Timon, "How's your view, dearest?" Looking down where Timon was.

Short pause; "Mmmmm. Do you think we should be hiding in the bushes?"

Rather then just standing slightly beyond them.

Edited at 2009-10-16 04:34 am (UTC)

Scurry, scurry, scurry. Scurry, scurry, scurry. Occasionally the bushes would rustle and the rustling followed Denzel as he arrived at Turner's house. Timon would poke his head out from underneath the bushes and scan the area, and then dive back into the bushes for cover.

"How's your view, dearest?" At that Timon responded by lifting his thumb up out of the bushes in approval. Then he waved for Denzel to come on over to hide in the bushes with his camera.

Eyebrow lifting sound effects, with a wide grin at the thumbs up from the bushes.

Then pulling the camera equipment into the bushes, along with himself, the lens just slightly sticking pass bushes and focused the camera from there.

"And now we play the waiting game."
Looking at the fairy tracker, they where about.

Time slowly passing from late afternoon to early evening as sounds of crickets could be heard about.

"It's too quiet. Don't you agree?" Asking Timon

"He's in the house but why isn't anything happening?"

Ooooh the sweet sound of crickets chirping in the evening.

"Hmm? Huh? What?" Timon mumbled with a mouth full of crickets in his mouth. "Oh sorry, hon." He finished swallowing the last of his snack then continued, "Want me to try and get a closer look?"

Turning over at Timon; "Oh, no. Save one for me."
Possiblty of magic happening as soon as Crocker turned away from the lens.

Clunches a cricket for himself and munches. While shallowing the cricket replies; "Go ahead." Moves over so Timon can balance on Denzel's knee, to look though the lens.

He had a feeling nothing was going to happen tonight.

Pulling up his sleeve to check his wrist watch, "Five - thirty. Mmmm. I wonder what time children go to bed."

Edited at 2009-10-17 02:35 am (UTC)

Timon hopped up on Denzel's knee and looked through the camera lens. "Wow, whoever this kid is you're stalking is a really boring kid. There's nothing going on," Timon said scratching his head in curiosity.

"Five-thirty? He's probably having dinner." His stomach growled. "Which is sounding like a excellent idea right about now."

Scratching the side of his own head in puzzlement; "I don't understand. Where's the magic?"

Short pause; "Two more hours. We can always eat later."

"Yes dear." Timon went and sat down sulking a bit in the cover of the bushes. He munched on more crickets to settle his stomach.

"Maybe they aren't home?" he thought.

"I don't get it." Changing the angle of the camera to another part of the house, "Mmmm. Timon was right. They are in the kitchen, they're silhouette's are showing."

Then over to Timon; "You know how much this means to me. A little thing like dinner can wait. Besides..." Catches a cricket; "There's plenty of these around."

"Well that's true." Timon said catching another bug. With his spirits a bit more lifted now, he hopped up and climbed up to Denzel's shoulder still munching the bug in his mouth. He peaked in to the lens when Denzel's head wasn't in the way and saw the shadows in the kitchen.

"Maybe we can snatch some of their dinner, huh? Bet it's delicious," Timon joked.

"Oh, no. That would be rude."

But that did pose an interesting idea. Get himself invited over for dinner. Somehow, if this staking out would so happen to fail. Denzel tapping his chin.

"But what for? How?"

After, all, there wasn't anyone outside of some 'outer worlders' and his mother that tolerated the man. Thanks to Chet Ubetcha and all those scientists of the world and goverment, with that one faithful, March 15th, 1982.

"Enjoying the crickets? They're very crunchy."

But what Crocker didn't understand, as he checked his wrist watch; "Seven o' clock." Is why nothing out of the ordinary was happening. The kid was watching, boring politics stuff?
Able to hear the TV though the open living room window. Something didn't add up.
Timmy Turner did not strike to be the type to like boring politics and Mr.Crocker didn't assign that as homework. The kid was watching that on his own?

"There's something very strange going on, dear. Very strange. First, Turner can show me off in the classroom and A.J. and now... Whatever this is!"
Speaking, as his eyes where gazing though the lenses.

Edited at 2009-10-19 08:29 pm (UTC)

"Oh yeah they are. I like them extra crunchy."

"Yeah strange indeed," Timon commented. "Where are all the fireflies this time of night." He looked around finding none. "And whatever they're watching in that room is horrible," Timon added changing into a monotone voice to impersonate the announcers on TV. "Stuff happened today. Then more stuff happened."

"They'll be out soon." Referring to the fireflies, not eyeing Timon directly, "I know. It's the most boring thing you can watch. CNN."

Then accidentally, Denzel pressed the clicker on the camera which in turn, caused the shutter to make noise. Timmy's Dad who was near by;

"Hey, I heard something out there."

Exclaimtion point sound effects from Crocker; "We've been heard!" Pulling the camera in the bushes, "Quick! Sound like a cricket!

Cricket, cricket, cricket... cricket."

Denzel eyeing over at Timon, with sound effects, to see if he was following the lead, as Dad, looked out the window and would totally fall for the fake cricketing. The child more interested in the boring TV. After all, why would smartypants, Timmy listen to stupid father?

"Ah, it was the crickets." Thus closing the window.

Denzel commenting to Timon, "Well, seeing as we where almost spotted, I think it's best if we go home. What do you say?"

(Sorry for all the edits >.> LJ keeps eatting it :x)

Edited at 2009-10-20 02:04 am (UTC)

Timon snorted at Dad for believing i t was crickets. "What a mook! Nice sounding crickets there, hon," Timon commented.

"Yeah let's go home. I bet dinner and the in-law are waiting for us at home."

(Bad LJ! You can eat our crickets! XD)

"I know." It was a wonder people of this town noticed anything out of the ordinary, that they can't explan, and when they did, and couldn't be fooled somehow, usually with some kind of lying, the people where not reasonable, and will just grab their pitch forks and flaming sticks because in Dimmsdale, everyone has those on their mantel and ready to riot.
Not to mention a certain teacher who is horribly insane, has a pitch fork and flaming stick in his classroom; just in case he may need it for a Parent - Teacher Confidences.
Ever since that one meeting, with Ms. and Mr. God Turner.

"Thank you dear. She probably is. I hope dinner is ready."

Grabbing the equipment, starting moving, turned towards the house; "I'll find your fairies one day, Timmy Turner." Short pause before a spazz; "FAIRIES!"

Looking down at the meerkat; "Would you like a pocket ride, back?"

Denzel questioned to himself, if he ought to mention to Kazuha, on his next visit, that he was staking out his students house. Well, he supposed if she didn't ask.

^{(Indeed and it's still doing it :x)}

Edited at 2009-10-22 11:35 pm (UTC)

Timon helped Denzel pack up his equipment. Well at least the equipment that was light enough for him to pick up that is.

"Shoulder ride if you don't mind dear." Timon replied climbing up on to Denzel's left shoulder. "All right let's go get us some grub! All this spying has made me hungry."