Tootie Fairly Oddparents Novels & Stories

Todd asked "Here" She replied moving the short stool beside her bed for him to place it there since she was by then not ready to eat it yet. Immediately Todd left, she felt hungry for it and grabbed it quickly, her eyes still not leaving the television to the extent that she almost spilled everything to the floor. The popcorn spilled a bit, she didn't even care less. "Didn't know kids cartoon could be this funny. Especially this yellow box and his pink friend" Mia mumbled to no one, still crunching the popcorn.

Isabelle felt so uncomfortable, so she went back to Tootie's room but still couldn't sleep, and suddenly Tootie woke up. “You’re awake.” She smiled at her and carried her. “You’re hungry?” Isabelle asked her. “I wanna pee.” Tootie's voice was low and she kept on rubbing her eyes continuously. Isabelle took her to the toilet, and when she was done, she told Isabelle she was hungry. They both went back downstairs. “What about daddy?” Tootie asked Isabelle. “He is fast asleep already, you'd see him tomorrow, okay? It's quite late now.” Isabelle replied back to her in a low voice and she nodded.

“My precious are all here.” The three babies in the stroller stared at everyone in the banquet hall. Tic and Tac were not afraid of strangers, but Toe cried as soon as he was picked up, showing his fragility and weakness instantly. Diana and Rick were both amused, and Toe’s crying attracted everyone’s attention immediately. Daisie was helpless. ‘This little boy is such a crybaby.’ Nollace took Toe from his parents’ arms, and the tiny fella lay in his arms with a flushed nose and teary eyes from all the crying.

He, though, wondered why she couldn’t just ask him for his address. ‘She did say she has his number.’ Leaving the area with Rory walking ahead of him, they went in the direction of his parent. Both talking to other well-known people in their line. “Daddy, Mum. I will be going, Toby, here.” The parents turned to Toby. Heidi visible upset by his appearance. He looked like a gangster. That was her first thought. She wondered why Rory couldn’t pick normal, suitable kids his age around their social circle like Harvey.

“Who is that?” With the words that turn into a question, the gang is in shock as Ian jaw’s drops and the entirety of them are in the ultimate question of ‘who’. Yet, to the scheming and quick thinking of Andrea by who is the front line of everything, knowing and deliberately dragging the fish using its very gang. She smiles cunningly as Clay’s face is hinting the unprecedented emotion. “Oh, this will be exciting.” “A bit cuter than this and I’ll become your slave.” ----- Anonymous -----

The floor is laminate over concrete, no give in it. I have been sitting in the chair with my back straight and my hands folded and I have been talking to the baby, quietly and without embarrassment, because it is the only thing in the room that is entirely mine and talking to it keeps the useful part of my brain engaged and the frightened part manageable. "He knows by now," I tell the baby. "Dr. Fontaine must have called him. Or the café owner. Someone must have called him and he is already moving and we know him, you and I, and moving is what he does when something matters."

Gilbert was in self-isolation! Tod: "Why would we play with toys that one-year-olds play with? Our toys have always been about who knows more characters." Gilbert was going crazy. If he couldn't beat them, he'd just be quietly proud, right? He was about to faint! He hadn't even digested Little Ted's situation yet. "Forget it, I'm going out to buy breakfast, what do you want to eat?" Tod was very excited, "I want to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks, but tell Mommy that soy milk and fried dough sticks taste better when you eat them in a restaurant. Uncle, take us to a restaurant!"

"Aria, what's wrong with Starry? Why did you ask Mom to stop me from playing with her?" Children often become attached to toys, especially those who are single-parented like Toto. This gift, given by his father, was particularly cherished. Aria knew she needed to be clear with Toto. She looked him in the eye and said, "Toto, do you remember what happened in the dream?" "I do." There was no way Toto could forget about the events in his dreams. Aria gently patted his head. "The wooden doll caused everything that happened in the dream. It came from Krowo, and—"

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”

"I get it now, Tobe." Tobias responded, "Okay. Come on, I'm taking you to kindergarten." He sent her to her classroom and greeted Noah again when he came out. Both of them glanced at each other and nodded, offering each other a quiet greeting. Dante asked, "Are we going back to the castle, Prince Toddy?" Tobias said, "Wait a minute." He stood by the window and observed the classroom. The moment Solomon and Elio walked inside, a chubby Faldorian boy mocked them. "Hey, we need to bring our daddies to the parent-child activity tomorrow. Fatherless bastards like you will become the laughingstock the next day!"