Drops of Jupiter
A/N: I don't own Jimmy Neutron, but I wouldn't mind borrowing Sheen for a while
Chapter One: Back In The Atmosphere
"Here we go again," I groan. My best friend, Libby Fulfax sighs as she rolls her coffee colored eyes. There is a ball of fire in the sky. Whatever could it be?
An explosion?
A meteor about to destroy us all?
Aliens?
Sadly, a combination possibly worse than all three of those combined was approaching.
Jimmy Neutron.
"Take cover!" I yell as Libby and I run across the street and toward my lawn. The rocket is about to crash into his front lawn, my front lawn, or the street, and it's a pretty close tie between the latter. He's getting a lot closer, and all Libby and I want to do is get to the safety of under my bed.
Too late. He lands before we reach the stairs.
Our tease-target in ample position, Libby and I cough our way through the oddly-colored cloud of thick, reddish-grey smoke. It's like it's clogging our lungs, so I try to fan a pathway through the cloud. We reach the center, the eye of the dust storm; Jimmy smirking his ice cream shaped head off.
"Well, Nerdtron," I sneer, actually feeling my nose turn up in the air, "You've certainly done it this time."
"Yes," He smirks, "I have." The genius swaggers out of the rocket, swinging a bag like it's some kind of toy and we're little kids. The bag's contents look like cherry soda exploded inside.
"Tell me, Dorktron," I continue to sneer, Libby coughing away. "What kind of soda blew up in your bag?"
He starts to laugh. Not even. Laugh is too nice a word to associate with the sound coming out of his mouth. He's cackling. Libby and I stare at each other as his laugh turns into a hacking cough from the smoke. I punch him in the back, as more of an attack than to try and help him, but he doesn't seem to notice. Some genius. Libby's laughing quietly, and he's grinning gratefully at me.
Poor kid. Doesn't even notice when someone's trying to hurt you. In any case, I smile at him like nothing happened, but it's a fake smile, and by the way my eyes are darting around, it's pretty noticeable. It flickers slightly as he returns my grin, but watching it flicker, his ocean eyes narrow. "You still haven't answered my question," I say pointedly, smile disappearing and my light eyebrows rising.
He sighs. "And what would that be?"
"What kind of soda blew up in your bag?" I snap, annoyed at a wasted joke. I point to the bag, Libby putting her hands on her hips.
"I'm guessing cherry." She laughs.
"That's what I thought!" I exclaim, giving her a high-five. "Great minds think alike." We look at Jimmy at this comment, as if saying he wasn't a great mind. He was, but were we ever going to admit that? No.
"This is not soda!" He sighs, waving the bag in front of our faces again. "These are molecules from Jupiter's Great Red Spot! Drops of Jupiter, as I've been calling them."
Libby and I stare at each other. "And this is important because?" She asks, voice rising into a question. The dust is almost clear by now, but probably because we breathed so much in. I sigh, wanting that stupid dust to clear away. Goddard, who was ignored this whole time, barks and takes the bag in his mouth, carrying it to Jimmy's lab.
"Because," He sighs, "I'm going to study the gases on Jupiter." Jimmy revs up his rocket, driving it across the street like a car and into the garage. Goddard barks across the street. He salutes us, and goes inside.
"Drops of Jupiter?" I ask Libby. "That's what he said, right?" She nods. I shake my head. "That kid is messed up. Brilliant," I add, "but messed up. C'mon Libs, let's go to my room. We've done all the insulting for today."