DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jimmy Neutron, or any songs I may use in this story. Cool? cool.

17-year-old Jimmy Neutron had always said that he was willing to try anything. Of course, with his scientist mentality, his logic made sense. He would always have to try different things to come to a conclusion. However, when Sheen and Carl suggested that they spend their Saturday night at the new teen night club downtown, he wasn't exactly eager to go.

"Oh come on Jimmy, it'll be fun," said Sheen, spinning around on Jimmy's beat up swivel chair, "and besides, it's the opening night. If we try going another time, it'll be too late. New clubs are good for a few weeks and then get dirty and lame."

"I didn't know you were such an expert on clubs, Sheen" said Carl.

"It's just one of the many things I learned from my UltraLady!" he replied happily, referencing Libby, "speaking of which, she did mention that her and Cindy were thinking of going.."

"So?" retorted Jimmy.

"So this is your chance! Make your move on Cindy! It's only been what? 7? 8 years of sexual tension?.. And don't give me that look, EVERYONE knows it's true."

Judy Neutron, who had been vacuuming outside of Jimmy's room at the time popped her head through the door, "He's right sweetie," she said, returning to her vacuuming.

"ALRIGHT! Alright. I'll go. BUT IF THIS DOESN'T TURN OUT WELL-"

"We know, we know, No more late night escapades to various Ultra Lord conventions.. blah blah blah" said Sheen, with a bored expression on his face.

Meanwhile at the Vortex residence...

"Libby Folfax, you know VERY WELL that I have absolutely nothing club-appropriate" said Cindy, who was lying on her bed.

"Of course you do. Everyone does, it's all a matter of mixing and matching" Libby replied, "as a matter of fact.. yup, this will do."

Cindy sat up to see what Libby had laid out for her. It was the skirt she had bought for New Years, short, tight, sparkly, and flamboyant. Perfect. Libby paired it with a simple red tank top, and black flats.

"Impressive, Folfax," said Cindy, impressed "and your outfit?"

"Right here!" she replied, motioning towards her purse. Libby pulled out a short, purple tank dress, and silver flats. Seeing Cindy looking a bit confused at the flats, she said "I know, shocking, right? With all the heels I own, but going to the club with stilettos is like signing your own death certificate."

Cindy laughed, and the two girls began to get ready.

STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER TWO! :)