A/N: Well, here's another part of my Thanksgiving Day FanFiction Blow Out!!! BE THANKFUL!!! :( Thank you, have a nice day:D

I don't own Jimmy. It's too bad, because, if I did, I'd be thankful for having him this year.


Carl Wheezer sat on the turquoise blue chair with a keyboard rising up above his lap in the lab of his best friend, Jimmy Neutron.

Jimmy Neutron was standing about seven feet from Carl with his latest invention by his side.

"I give you the Battle Bot! It can fight any battle and win. It's one-hundred percent indestructible and it's also form-fitting," Jimmy stood back proudly.

"Now, when you say form-fitting you mean," Carl's words dragged off.

"It morphs to the shape of whomever's wearing it. For example, think of Llama Boy," Jimmy said and Carl's eyes smiled thinking of his superhero, "that tight little outfit he wears is made of spandex. This basically does the same thing except it's indestructible."

"Gee, Jimmy, that's pretty neat. What else can it do?" Carl gaped.

"It can make whomever is wearing it fly, they have super speed for about twenty seconds at a time, and there are tractor beams in the palms," Jimmy said pointing to a blue circle in the palm of the left hand, "so you can catch and hold pretty much anything."

"Wow, how cool is that?"

The screen in front of the chair Carl was sitting in lit up with a picture of Jimmy's mom on it. Carl glanced over and sighed dreamily.

Jimmy stood next to him, crossed his arms, furrowed his brow, and tapped his foot. Carl noticed this and peeled his eyes away from the screen and looked at his fingernails in embarrassment. His cheeks shone a rosy red.

"Jimmy, this message is for Carl," Judy said.

"Yes, Mrs. Neutron?" Carl asked looking up slowly.

"Your mother called and she wants you home as soon as possible, but she doesn't want you hurting your scapula again like the last time you hurried," she finished.

"Thank you, Mrs. Neutron," Carl said.

"You're welcome, Carl. Oh, and Jimmy, I want you up for dinner in about an hour. And don't forget to bring that little lady friend of yours that's coming over later," Mrs. Neutron giggled as Jimmy turned red and pressed the 'OFF' button for the screen.

"What lady friend, Jim?"

"No one, it's not important. You should get home, it's almost dark."

"Yeah," said Carl, "I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow then."

"I guess, g'bye, Carl."

"Bye, Jim," he said just before the vacuum tube sucked him away.

Once on the Neutron front lawn where the tube dispensed him, Carl stood, wiped off and straightened his clothes, and began to walk home.

He got as far as his own front lawn just next door to Jimmy's when he spotted Libby making her way down the sidewalk in the opposite direction as him.

"Hey, Libby," Carl said, smiling and waving.

"Hey, Carl," she replied waving her free hand. The other was carrying a rather large book, "What's kickin'?"

"Just going home for dinner," Carl replied as he stopped on his stoop.

"Have fun," Libby replied and the two waved goodbye.

Carl didn't know what she had meant by 'have fun' but he just let it roll off his back. He could smell his mother's soy mulch and its aroma was delicious. Carl ran inside in anticipation.

Forty minutes later, after his parents smothered him with sanitizer, his mother chewing his food for him, and a smooth round of 'Sitting and Singing,' Carl lay on his bed in his llama pajamas.

It had just struck him what was going on. His eyes were wide in their glass cage.

What was Libby doing over at Jimmy's house? Mrs. Neutron did mention a little 'lady friend,' could she be her? Never, Jimmy loves Cindy and everyone knows that. And Libby loves Sheen, but what else could it have been?

Libby doesn't really care much for Jimmy's inventions and she's too smart to be a willing lab rat for his experiments. Cindy's birthday isn't for another few months so they couldn't be planning a surprise party for her or anything.

Libby's also too smart for tutoring, or is she? Libby did get that C- on her essay when she was an evil gossip-girl on the news. But Jimmy doesn't do words; he's a math and science geek.

I wonder if Sheen knows I wonder if Cindy knows


The next morning Carl met up with Sheen at the bus stop. It was too early for Jimmy, Libby, or Cindy to be there so they were the only ones present.

Carl's curiosity was still running on high from the night before and a million possibilities had run through Carl's mind, but only one had made real sense.

"Sooo, Sheen," Carl began. Maybe Sheen knew something, "how are things with you and Libby going?"

"What kind of a question is that? And I don't get a 'Good morning, Sheen' or a 'how was the Ultra Lord show last night?' Nothing?!"

Carl was taken aback, "Sorry, Sheen, g'morning, I guess."

"It's too late," Sheen crossed his arms over his chest, "And, for your information, Libby and I are doing just fine."

Curiosity was struck in Sheen, "why?"

Carl's eyes opened wide and he tried, but was a terrible liar.

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all." Carl began to whistle.

Sheen grabbed Carl by both his shoulders and began to shake him violently, "spit it out!"

"Oh, I didn't see Libby going over to Jimmy's house late last night, if that's what you're thinking!"

Sheen released Carl's shoulders and Carl fell to a lump on the ground.

"They what?!" Sheen screeched before he himself fainted.

A few minutes and a few awkward moments from when the bus driver pulled up to their stop to find two bodies instead of two kids later Sheen and Carl were in the school nurse's office barely conscious.

"How are you feeling, honey?" said the sugary sweet red-headed nurse as she pressed a wet rag to Sheen's forehead with care.

His eyelids lifted and fell slowly, "I feel wonderful, now.""

Sweet realization dawned on the pre-teen and his eyes shot open and he jumped out of the cot the nurse had him on.

"Jimmy and Libby!" he said before he burst out the office doors.

The nurse looked at Carl with confusion,"do you know where he's headed?"

"Don't worry, he's fine. He's just weird."

The nurse shrugged an, "oh," and went back to nursing Carl.


"Cindy! Cindy!" Sheen ran through the school like a chicken with its head cut off looking for the only other one that would equally feel his pain.

"What do you want, Ultra Freak?" Cindy Vortex said just as the Mexican approached her outside their teacher's, Miss Fowl, classroom.

"Cindy! The worst thing in the world has happened?!" Sheen fainted onto the ground.

"Lemme guess, the network cancelled Ultra Lord?" Cindy said with a smirk.

"Worse!" said Sheen from the ground. Cindy looked at the boy with question. Nothing could be worse for the boy at her feet. Nothing other than-

"Libby and Jimmy are, are, are!" Sheen placed his hand to his forehead and fell over once more in yet another mock faint. Cindy's curiosity had been aroused. What could Libby and Jimmy possibly do that would affect the boy so much, though?

"Spit it out or we'll both be late to class!"

"Don't you get it?" Sheen said as he picked himself up off the ground and looked the blonde square in the eye, "Class doesn't matter anymore! Nothing matters because everything I once knew is now nothing!"

"What's going on?" Cindy asked getting straight to the point.

"Libby and Jimmy are, are, are!"

"Yeah, I got that part of the story, what would be the last few words of that sentence?" arrogantly said Cindy.

Sheen took about six deep breaths and, once he calmed down he looked hardly into Cindy's emeralds.

"Libby and Jimmy are," Sheen took another breath. Cindy rolled her eyes and muttered 'Oh, my God' under her breath.

"They're what?!"

"They're," he gulped, his tiny Adam's apple bobbing in his throat; "Jimmy and Libby are going out."


A/N: Well, I hope you likey my new story:D This one has been a LONG time in the making, so I hope my effort was worth it!!!

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