Hey guys, hope you enjoy this one. Obviously I don't own Jimmy Neutron, but man, if I did...

"Jimmy! Carl!" cried Sheen.

Sheen Estevez, the local Ultra Lord fanboy, ran across the elementary school halls wearing his Ultra Lord mask in an urgent attempt to find his two best friends. He saw them talking with Cindy and Libby…more like debating with them. Well, really just Cindy and Jimmy. Carl and Libby sat back at what they knew deep down was a lover's quarrel.

"And I'm telling you, Homer did not exist!" exclaimed Jimmy.

"And I'm telling you again, he easily could have!" exclaimed Cindy.

"There's no proof he existed!"

"There's no proof he didn't exist!"

"Jimmy! Carl!" cried Sheen, "I need to tell you something! Right now!"

"Sheen, I'm in the middle of…" Jimmy started to say before Sheen grabbed him and Carl.

"Right now!" shouted Sheen.

Cindy and Libby looked over where the three boys were conversing, with Libby asking, "Wonder what he's so desperate to tell them?"

"Probably some Ultra-Dork thing," replied Cindy, holding onto her schoolbooks.

"Sheen, what is so important that you had to drag us away like that?" asked Jimmy.

Sheen took a moment to catch his breath before telling them the devastating news that may as well have marked the end of their lives.

"Tony Venturella is being released from juvenile hall! Today!" he told them in a stage whisper.

Surprised by the news of his release (and the fact that his hysteric screaming wasn't over anything Ultra-Lord related), Jimmy and Carl stared at him in horror.

"That can't be," said Jimmy, trying to avoid the inevitable.

"Tony Venturella?" asked Carl, shaking Sheen in a panic, "Meanest, toughest kid in Retroville and super mad at us? That Tony Venturella?"

"Yes! That one!" cried Sheen.

"Oh no!" wailed Carl.

"We're doomed…" said Jimmy, flashing back to that fateful day in pre-school.

At the time, Cindy Vortex and Libby Folfax had not lived in Retroville. It was just Jimmy Neutron, Carl Wheezer, Sheen Estevez …and Tony Venturella, all of whom still wore bell-bottomed pajamas at night. But Jimmy still was a genius, and although his inventions at the time were smaller than and not as powerful as the ones he invented in present day, they were still a sight to behold.

"I give you the Ultra Lord Hose Gauntlets!" exclaimed Jimmy, holding up small wrist gauntlets for Sheen's Ultra Lord Action figures, "Built-in garden hose exclusively for our resident Ultra Lord fan."

"That's awesome, Jimmy!" Sheen exclaimed, "Maybe we could put out real fires with this thing!"

"Perhaps we should find out," said Jimmy with a slightly devilish grin.

"I dunno, guys," said Carl shyly, "We might get in trouble if we start a real fire."

"Oh, we're not starting one," said Jimmy, "We're putting it out."

"But where could we find a fire?" asked Sheen.

"How about Tony Venturella?" asked Jimmy, "He's sure to have a lighter on him!"

Over in another corner, Tony Venturella, a boy the same age with slick black hair and a 70s coat in kids size was holding Oleander up by the collar of his shirt demanding money.

"Your money or your teeth, Oleander," said Tony.

"O-Okay, Tony, just don't hurt me!" cried Oleander, giving him the 50 cents he had.

"Good," said Tony, "Now start running before I change my mind."

As Oleander ran off scared, Jimmy called out Tony's name and beckoned him to come over to where they were, which Tony did.

"You can start a fire, right?" asked Jimmy.

"Sure can," replied Tony, "I start fires all the time!"

"Start one right now so we can put it out with our new Ultra Lord Hose Gauntlets!" cried Sheen.

Before Tony pulled out his lighter, he asked, "You're sure you can put it out?"

"Of course we can!" exclaimed Sheen, "Jimmy built it, and he's a genius!"

Tony piled up old newspapers that were supposed to be used as smocks for arts and crafts, and lit them on fire. Jimmy instructed Sheen on how to use the gauntlets…simply pressing the trigger on Ultra Lord's neck released the water. Sheen excitedly poured the small amounts of water on it…but the fire didn't go out, and it didn't stop growing.

"I knew something bad was gonna happen!" screamed Carl.

"I thought you said you could put it out!" shouted Tony.

"I don't understand," Jimmy wondered, "It was supposed to have incredible horse power…just as much as an average garden hose!"

"Put it out!" shouted Tony.

"I can't! It's not working!" shouted Sheen.

The fire spread into the next room at this point, consequently giving one of the girls in the next room severe burns on her body. Luckily, the fire department arrived to put the fire out and get the girl to the hospital. She would live, of course, but have the burns left on her body forever. As everyone was evacuated outside, the police arrived as well, asking about the cause of the fire.

"My mom's gonna kill me if she finds out about this!" screamed Carl.

"I'll never be allowed to invent anything again!" whined Jimmy.

That was when Officer Tubbs came over with Tony by his side and approached the three boys.

"Excuse me, boys," said Officer Tubs, "This young lad here says you boys are responsible for this fire?"

"Tell them it was an accident," said Tony, "Tell them you thought you could put it out!"

Sheen got an idea. An awful idea.

"Tony is a liar!" shouted Sheen, pointing an accusing finger at him, "He started the fire to destroy our way of life!"

"You're coming with me, young man," said Tubbs, placing handcuffs on Tony. He was dragged into a police car, where the three boys approached the vehicle.

"Sorry you're going to juvenile hall for this," said Carl as sincerely as possible.

"You think you're sorry now?" asked Tony, lowering his voice and approaching the window, "Wait until I walk free. I'll find you three and make you pay for what you've done to me. I swear it."

The car drove off, with Tony's threat leaving a heavy impact on the three boys.

"You realize we won't be safe once he's out," said Jimmy.

"Relax, guys," said Sheen, "That's years from now, and I'm sure you'll invent something super cool to protect us! Now let's go to the Candy Bar!"

"Yeah!" Jimmy and Carl exclaimed, almost forgetting about what had just happened.

"Now its six years later," said Jimmy, "And Tony's walking a free man."

"HE'S GONNA KILL US!" shouted Carl.

Carl ran outside of school and towards the safety of his own home as quickly as possible.

"What's gotten into Carl?" asked Libby.

"And why is he saying someone's going to kill you?" asked Cindy.

"Can't talk, gotta hide!" shouted Jimmy as he and Sheen ran off to save their own hides.

"I'm sure I could invent something that could protect us," said Jimmy while running, "But I don't think Tony will stop at anything to get revenge on us."

"Maybe by some miracle he'll have forgotten!" exclaimed Sheen.

Fat chance. As the cell doors opened at Retroville Juvenile Detention Center, Tony Venturella walked down the long hallways, ready to be released into the outside world once more. He still maintained his slick black hairdo that he combed backwards, but had changed into a white short-sleeved shirt over the years, revealing a body that was unusually solid for an 11-year old boy. On the back of his shirt read, "Never forget." On the dog tag he wore around his neck read, "Traitors must die!" On his left arm was a list of the three boys who had betrayed him: Jimmy, Carl, and Sheen.

There would be hell to pay.