Jimmy Timmy Power Hour 4- "War of the Words"

Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron

Synopsis: Following "Jimmy Timmy Power Hour 3- The Jerkinators," Jimmy and Timmy still remain friends, and Cindy is fed up with it. However, despite their petty quarrel, a new danger lurks nearby, that could shatter the citizens of Retroville forever.

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In her quiet house in suburban Retroville, eleven-year-old Cindy Vortex was wistfully brushing her hair. Her confidant, and best friend, Libby was also in the room, examining her Jimmy punching bag. Perhaps it was with an air of hubris that Cindy did indeed still keep it. She would still use it from time to time to vent anger towards the fudge-haired genius, but only in times of great frustration. This was one of those times. Her "two favorite people," as she so lucidly put it, were off in Dimmsdale still trying to fight off one of Timmy's "wished-up" superheroes, not to mention the fact that her cowlicks were keeping the comb from giving her a straight perm.

"Arghh…" Cindy moaned in frustration.

"What's wrong, girl?" Libby asked, somewhat distantly, as she was still partially engrossed in the effigy of Jimmy bobbing back and forth in the pink room.

"This comb won't work right, Libs!" Cindy replied with clear disconcertment in her voice. "Not to mention that Neutron and Timmy are off having a grand old time and ignoring ME. ME! I thought they found me irresistible. Now, they're out doing puerile activities and not paying any attention to me."
"Well, Cind, I think you know why that's happening," Libby replied in an affectatious tone.

"Yea, why's that?" Cindy asked in a rather demeaning tone.

"Well, I think those boys kinda got fed up with you playing them," Libby rebuked; almost in a rather timid tone, as to wane the fury of Cindy's backlash.

"Playing them? All I want is attention, and I deserve it from them!" Cindy exclaimed, as her egotism and id bubbled up to the surface. Libby was at a loss as to how to reply to this statement. In part, Libby was apprised of the fact that Cindy did not quite compare to her in looks. Libby was quite complacent in her relationship with Sheen, despite the fact that he was, in essence, a weirdo. Despite her inability to produce a viable response to Cindy's display of arrogance, Libby finally had a half-way decent retort, as it came to Sheen.

"Cindy, you know I like Sheen, right?" Libby said knowingly.

"Right…." Cindy replied, unsure of the purpose of Libby's inquiry.

"Well, if another guy came along that I kinda liked, but really didn't, I wouldn't blow him off for Sheen. You know, once you make a commitment like that, you kind of have to stick to it. I made a commitment to Sheen, and you made one to Jimmy. Now you're dangling him like a fish on a hook," Libby replied flatly.

"Well, that's none of your business!" Cindy replied defensively. "I'll do what I want, and you can't say anything about it!"

"Whatever, girl," Libby said. "Just because you can't admit to yourself that you love Jimmy…"
"Love Neutron? Jimmy Neutron?" Cindy stated, in a rather appalled tone. "Why would I like Neutron? He's a big-brained, show-offy jerk who never pays attention to me."

"Never pays attention to you?" Libby replied, perking her ears as if to show interest.

"Well, yea," Cindy replied. "I mean, Timmy likes me and actually shows interest in what I have to say, while Neutron doesn't. Neutron's a big jerk, and I hate him!" Cindy replied staunchly.

"Whatever you say, girl" Libby replied, rolling her eyeballs in the back of her head.

Despite the petty concerns that the two girls were dealing in, more nefarious activity was brewing elsewhere, namely outside of Retroville, in a very well-kept and "retro" mansion, that of Eustace Strych. He was currently playing a game of pool with none-another than Betty Quinlan- (sounds out of place, but will be explained later). As he was rubbing his lower chin, contemplating whether to angle his shot off the left or right bumper, Betty interrupted.

"Well, Strych, are you going to take your shot or not?" she replied with some impatience.

"This is my billiards table, woman, and I'll do as I please!" Eustace screamed while pounding his left fist on the table.

"I can barely tolerate this," Betty replied, obviously disconcerted. "When you made the deal with me, I hardly thought I was going to be dealing with your snooty, creepy ways. You told me we were going to devise a plan to get Neutron, and here you are shooting a bunch of balls into holes, or rather not by just STANDING THERE!"

"Patience, woman," Strych replied. "This is all part of the deal. I promised to entertain someone of your low class."

"Low class!" Betty shrieked, grabbing Eustace by the collar. "I have more class than you could ever dream of. I can get any guy I want, and the only girl you can get builds dams on the darned Discovery Channel!"

Betty let go of Eustace's collar, who appeared rather unscathed by her vehement and somewhat unpredictable reaction. "Well, Quinlan, I guess you aren't keeping your end of the bargain," he replied. "Do keep in mind that I'm paying you good money to do this for me. You expressed disdain at the thought of Neutron no longer going for you, and being a good-natured chap like I am, I was going to help you. But, if you don't want my help…"
"I do," Betty replied while sighing. "Can we just start talking and stop playing pool? You're miserable at it, anyway."
"Are you mad, woman!" Eustace replied indignantly. "I have been bred in pool since I was five, and I hardly need to take lip from a peon like yourself. Hmmph. Very well. I do need a female figure, and you were the best in the business to seduce Neutron, so I guess we'll go on with it."

"Seduce him? He's after Vortex now. I seriously don't know what he sees in her. He used to pine after me that way, until SHE came along," Betty replied gruffly.

"And that's exactly what we're going to use to our advantage, my dear," Eustace replied.

End Chapter 1