(Fairly Oddparents is owned by Nickelodeon)

Vicky made her way to the Turner's house one stormy afternoon. She was scheduled to "babysit" their son Timmy. And of, course when Vicky was going to babysit someone, she was really going to be tormenting them. Don't ask why, she's nuts ok.

There was no answer when Vicky rang the doorbell. She figured Timmy's parents had already left. The door was locked, the twerp was probably trying to keep her out. Luckily Vicky knew about the key the Turner's hid under the door mat.

"HEY TWERP!" Vicky yelled, barging into Timmy's room. "Guess who's here!"

Timmy was sitting on his bed, he didn't answer.

"And guess who I brought with me." Vicky said. "Mr. flamethrower!" She whipped out a flamethrower, shooting flames into the air. Still no response from Timmy.

"What? No longer afraid of fire?" Vicky said. She walked into the room and tripped on one of Timmy's toys. As she hit the ground her flamethrower went off and engulfed Timmy's bed in flames, with Timmy still on it.

Vicky looked up to see the wall of fire that was starting to consume the room.

"Oops." Vicky said. Then she saw Timmy's pink hat slowly float to the ground. Vicky's eyes widened as the hat landed in front of her face. It had a couple of singe marks staining the pink fabric with blotches of black, a small flam flickered at the end of the hat's visor.

"Oh no!" Vicky said getting back to her feet. "What have I done?" She rushed out of the room and came back with a fire extinguisher to put out the flames.

"Timmy! Are you ok?" Vicky said once she put out the flames. "Or at least ok enough that your parents won't press charges." Then she saw Timmy's charred corpse laying on the ground.

"TIMMY!!!!!" Vicky shrieked. She rushed over to him. "Come on wake up!" She shook Timmy's body, trying to get him to wake. "Oh, I am so dead."

"LIVE YOU TWERP!!!!" Vicky yelled pounding on Timmy's chest. "please don't make me have to..." She gaged. Timmy just stared lifelessly at the ceiling.

"Oh, I really hope my subconscious surprises this." Vicky said, before putting her lips to Timmy's to give him mouth to mouth."

Still didn't work. Vicky felt Timmy's neck for a pulse. Noting.

Timmy Turner was dead. And now Vicky feared she would be dead too.

"Twerp." Vicky whimpered. "Please don't do this to me."

Vicky closed Timmy's eyes.

"I... I'm a murderer!" Vicky realized. "I... I gotta hide the body!" She took Timmy's body and Ran out of the house.

...

Thunder cracked, and rain poured as Vicky stabbed her shovel into the ground of her own backyard. She dug a hole deeper and deeper. Timmy's body was wrapped up in blankets and placed beside the hole.

Vicky crawled out of her hole coughing as she was out of breath. She stared at Timmy's body for a few moments.

"Oh, I feel sick." Vicky said. She lifted Timmy and tossed him into the hole. She looked at the tiny corpse for a few moments. "Well twerp, I guess this is goodbye." Vicky said, with sadness in her voice. Then she started to shovel the dirt back in.

Once the deed was done, Vicky ran into her house, up the stairs, into the bathroom and hurled into the toilet.

...

A couple days ago. Timmy was sitting in class when his teacher Mr. Crocker gave him another crazy assignment.

"Ok students." Crocker said. "I am going to give you all an art project. I want each and every one of you to make a realistic sculpture of yourselves. And if your sculpture doesn't look exactly like you... YOU GET AN F!!!! AHAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHA!!!!"

That afternoon Timmy was in the garage with a block of marble that was just a bit taller than himself.

"Hey what you got there sport?" Wanda said as her and Cosmo poofed to Timmy's side.

"Another stupid assignment Crocker gave me." Timmy replied. "We're supposed to make a sculpture of ourselves."

"Well why don't you just wish for one." Cosmo suggested.

"Hey that's a great idea!" Timmy said. "I wish I had a completely realistic sculpture of myself, that looks exactly like me in every way... But ISN'T alive!"

Cosmo and Wanda then poofed up something that looked like an exact duplicate of Timmy. However limp and lifeless.

"Wow that looks great." Timmy said, walking over to his lifeless duplicate. "He even feels real. Is this some sort of synthetic hair? Like a wig? I'm gonna get an A on this for sure."

"Eh, it's a little creepy." Wanda said.

"Hey," Timmy said. "What's the worst that can happen?"

...

Present day...

Vicky sat in her room, her hair messy, and her eye twitching. She held tightly onto Timmy's burned hat. While she buried Timmy's body (or what she thought was Timmy's body) for some reason she couldn't bring herself to get rid of that hat.

"Calm down Vicky." Vicky told herself. "This will all blow over. Oh, who are you kidding? You KILLED Timmy Turner! You can't come back from this!

I know I can be mean, but I never wanted to KILL the little twerp."

Just then her sister Tootie walked in.

"Hey Vicky? Have you seen my homework?" Tootie asked.

"Your homework?" Vicky replied.

"You didn't burn it, again did you?" Tootie asked.

"I uh..."

"Oh wait, here it is." Tootie walked over to her nightstand. "We're doing a research project on crime and punishment."

"Crime and punishment?" Vicky said.

"More specifically the Death Penalty." Tootie explained.

"The Death Penalty?" Vicky asked. "Is that even legal?"

"Not in some states." Tootie explained. "But they do have the death penalty in Dimmesdale."
"They do?" Vicky said. "So, what do you have to do to get the death penalty in Dimmesdale?"

"Well it is very rare that the courts in Dimmesdale grant the death penalty." Tootie said.

Vicky gave a sigh of relief.

"It's only if you murder someone." Tootie said.

"But that's like if you murder a bunch of people, right?" Vicky said. Sweat forming on her face.

"Oh no, if you kill someone, you're most likely getting the death sentence." Tootie explained. "If you ask me, anyone evil enough to take a human life deserves to die in the most painful way possible."

"Really..." Vicky said. "I mean what if it was an accident?"

"Well that's a bit complicated." Tootie said. "This was just a research paper for the fifth grade, not a collage philosophy paper."

"So how would they execute this alleged murderer?" Vicky asked.

"Usually Lethal injection." Tootie explained. "But there is also the electric chair, gas chamber, firing squad..."

Vicky flinched at each method of execution Tootie listed, imagining herself on the receiving end of each one.

"... And something exclusive to Dimmesdale called death by Chompy." Tootie said.

"Chompy? Like as in Chompy the goat?" Vicky said. "What do they do with that?"

"You don't wanna know." Tootie said.