Sadly, I'm one of those chumps that doesn't own Jimmy Neutron.

Ian sighed as he examined his surroundings. The school was abuzz with friends talking about their summers, their plans, and their classes. Students had separated into their groups; emos, nerds, jocks, and so on. Then there was this other group. They had captured his attention.

It was a group of many opposites, contradictions, a dichotomy. Intelligence and cluelessness; calm and hyperactive; popular and unnoticed; so many distinct qualities interweaved in this circle of friends. From less than a minute of observation he could see several relationships. The hyper and the calm one seemed to have a stable relationship, maybe love, thought Ian. The red haired boy seemed to be the lonely one in the group. and there was the other two.

Blue eyes and the blond chick seemed to have a relationship focused around teasing each other. Ian asked himself what would describe it and he came up with the word, fuzzy.

Ian leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and focused. He listened to the conversations around him and tried to focus on the group of differences. At first he heard bits and pieces, but after focusing on the voices he wanted, the conversation became clearer.

"We made it to high school, are you guys excited as I am?"

"You two love birds are the only people I know of who like going to school." Ian lost their voices when the bell above him rang to signal the start of school. He opened his eyes and watched the students of his new school rush to their lockers. Ian got off of the wall and headed to his locker, number 322.

Ian placed his book bag in the locker after removing a black binder from its contents. He closed the locker and saw the fuzzy couple on the other side of the door. "You wanna come to the lab after school? I have something to show you."

"Sure Jimmy, I'll be there," replied the blonde chick as the pair gazed into each other's eyes. Ian walked away and muttered as he passed the couple to get a room.

Ian made his way through the hallway and reached his first class. He walked into the room and looked around. The room had twelve desks on one side and six workstations on the other side. The table of elements was painted on the wall. "First to arrive I see, pick your desk." said a balding man with gigantic glasses. Ian looked at the layout of the room and chose a desk in the back.

Ian watched as his new classmates entered the class, all taller and older than him. The new arrivals avoided sitting next to Ian as they came in. One desk was open, the one next to him. Ian began to sigh to himself when Blue Eyes came in and sat down in the unoccupied desk. "Good, you are all here now. You can call me Mr. Simpson; I am going to be your Chemistry teacher for the rest of the year. Normally, this class is offered only to juniors and seniors, but the school board has forced me to make an exception for the two gentlemen in back." This comment solicited various looks from the other students.

"Great, first day and I feel like it's going to suck all year." thought Ian as he thought of the future, "Well at least I have this Jimmy kid, he is probably abnormally intelligent."


Jimmy looked around the room absorbing the details as he saw them. His glanced at his fellow students, the older ones seemed to be really focused on Mr. Simpson. The one next to him, the other exception, seemed to be giving no attention to the teacher at all, his head resting on his hand as he stared out of the window. The teacher was going over class rules, proper lab technique, and how he graded assignments. He handed out textbooks to the students, the interest of the other exception rose as he examined his chemistry book, his eyes never looking towards Mr. Simpson. "Mr. Novell," said Simpson with a smirk forming on his face, "I just explained to the class what a mole is. Could you describe it in your own words."

"Actually you were discussing the basic subjects were going to consider this year, and a mole is an incredibly large number, six-point-zero-two-two-times-ten-to-the-twenty-third to be more precise. Also know as Avogadro's number and it represents the number of atoms in twelve grams of carbon-twelve," responded Novell in a nonchalant manner, a smile creeping on to his face.

"Just testing to see if you were paying attention," said the teacher, a twinge of disappointment in his voice. "Now look around you and select your lab partner, you will work together during the experiments and will have to cover for your partner if they are missing. Choose wisely." At this the small class became a little loud with people talking discussing who would partner with whom.

Novell turned and looked at Jimmy and asked, "Do you want to be lab partners with me?"

"Sure, I don't see why not. My name's James Neutron."

"I'm Ian Novell."

"I haven't seen you around Retroville, did you move here recently?"

"Yeah, we moved from Detroit a couple of weeks ago."

The teacher cleared his throat and started to speak again. The class quickly fell silent.


Somewhere in deep space, aboard a large vessel, most of the members of the League of Villains gathered to discuss the next plan to destroy Neutron. "We must not give up our quest for justice, fellow villains," said King Goobot as he hovered around the table, "for there is another path. We tried working like a team, but we were out witted by that child. I suggest we search for extra help in squashing Neutron."

"I don't believe brute force and strength in numbers will defeat Jimmy," said Eustace Strych who seemed content at trying to foil Goobot's suggestion "More of the same can't ever beat him."

"Most of us," continued Goobot, "couldn't finish of Neutron because even we have morals. I'll admit beating up a child just doesn't seem fair." The King paused at this, examining the other members of the League. Looks of understanding spread across their faces. "We have all held back in our fights against James in some manner or another. I suggest that we form a contract with a mercenary I know. Junkman and the Bandits have probably heard of him. A being so dark, so purely evil, that he," Goobot shuddered at the thought of the mercenaries actions. "I believe we should contact Terminus." With that said, the jaws of the Space Bandits and the Junkman dropped, knowing whom Goobot had referred to. "He will not hesitate in completing his task. He will do what must be done." The room became silent, as if the conversation's grave overtone was dampening the sounds. "Are we in agreement?" Goobot asked. The other members nodded in agreement, no one quite willing to give the word to sign Neutron's death certificate.

Professor Calamitous asked, "Who is this Terminus?" As he spoke the central power core went down. Throughout the vessel, displays and lights went dark. Even Goobot's egg lost power forcing the king to land on the ground. In seconds, the chamber they were in was pitch black, the faint starlight failing to illuminate the villains.

"I am Terminus," said a voice in the dark. The group turned towards the direction of the voice. They heard a whoosh and saw a pair of glowing, red eyes appear before them. "Cowards, if you weren't paying me I would kill you. Two things need to be discussed, your target and my payment."

"This data card has all there is to know of the target," said King Goobot as he switched to reserve energy to move. He glanced toward Strych, "As payment, I offer the location of a special power source, one capable of destroying planets on completion of your mission Are we in accord?"

Terminus blinked and then replied, "Deal." The card floated from Goobot's hand and moved towards the glowing, red eyes. "I will return for my payment." There was another whoosh, a slight gust of wind in the dark room. After a few seconds, the power core reactivated returning the energy to the ships systems.

Calamitous cleared his throat and raised his drink, "To Neutron, may he, may he"

Eustace raised his Flurp, "May he see Terminus coming and fear his death," said the billionaire teenager, his hand starting to tremble.