I do not own Jimmy Neutron, remotes, thumbtacks, or Bluetooth. : ( I'm very sad but the lady who's giving me the anti-depressants says I should be back to normal in a few years, whatever normal is.

"Libby, you've known me as long as I've known Neutron and you, more than anyone, know how much I want to beat him and this is the only way I can do that. I gotta fight fire with fire." Cindy said as she sat on her pink comforted bed.

It was later the day of the Neutron Radiation Reducer incident when they were talking and ever since around 9:30 that morning when Jimmy had finished his presentation that she had been fuming. Cindy had created her way to defeat Neutron and she had invited Libby over to her house so she could orchestrate a test run.

"Yeah, but this is a remote, a thumbtack, and a Bluetooth headset," Libby said. Cindy sighed heavily.

"Libby! Like I said, you gotta fight fire with fire and I know how to beat Jimmy! His fire is not really fire! It's his inventions that get me every time so I've finally got a way to beat him! Fight inventions with inventions and, at the risk of sounding like Neutron, I give you the Telepathic Reader 5000, " Libby cast her friend a very worried look.

"Girl, these things have already been invented. Maybe you should go see a psychiatrist or something," Libby coaxed, motioning for the door.

"Ugh, Libby! You don't seem to get it! I can finally beat him BUT I need a guinea pig first," Cindy said, laying on the charm thickly. Libby sighed unhappily.

"What do you need me to do?" she asked, only agreeing because Cindy was her best friend and Neutron wasn't exactly the peachiest of people. A wide smile broke out across Cindy's face as she held up the deep purple thumbtack.

"This is gonna hurt a little," Cindy said as she turned Libby around. Cindy picked up the thumbtack and pressed it into the skin behind Libby's right earlobe. The top of the tack was showing barely from the front.

"Ouch!" Libby let out as the thumbtack broke through her skin.

"Warned ya!" Cindy said before she picked up the earpiece and put it on and then picked up the remote off her bed. After pressing a few buttons the lights on the remote and headset lit up with amazing brilliance. A whirring sound could be heard from the remote and a light lit up in Cindy's heart for she knew her invention was going to work. The sound and lights were getting too bright to bear until it all stopped. Libby frowned but Cindy kept the same determined look on her face the whole time.

I'm sorry Cindy, I don't think it's gonna work came Libby's voice.

"Oh, quite to the contrary. It'll work. I'll bet Neutron's big head on it," Cindy said, as she tinkered with some of the buttons on the remote.

"Um, I didn't say anything," Libby said uneasily. Cindy looked up at her with wide eyes.

"You didn't say anything?" Cindy asked. All Libby could do was nod slowly in response. A wide smile broke out on Cindy's face and she jumped up and down and spun around, leaping for joy and squealing at the top of her lungs.

"I REALLY think you need to see a psychiatrist," said Libby, backing away from Cindy for safety. Cindy stopped jumping up and down but the same light shone in her eyes, the light of joy; the joy of succeeding.

"Libby! I did it!" she squealed, grabbing Libby's hand.

"Did what?" Libby said, trying to wrench her arm back.

"I read your mind!" Libby's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"What? You can't be serious. I mean, Jimmy's the one who makes the inventions, not you! You're the artistic one!" Libby said, slightly scared.

"Libby, I can prove it! Think of something, quick!" Cindy screamed.

She needs to go to a sanitarium! came Libby's thoughts into Cindy's ear.

"Yes! You think I need to go to a sanitarium!" Cindy said. She paused, analyzing what Libby had thought. "Hey!"

Ha ha! Can you REALLY hear what I'm thinking? Ok, I'm thinking of a number between one an- Libby's thoughts were cut off.

"Seven!" yelled Cindy.

My aunt's middle name is-

"Marcia!"

I want to go out with-

"Sheen!" Cindy did a double take. "Sheen?" she inquired.

What can I say? He's cute in a hyperactive kinda way. Libby blushed.

"Ok, I," Cindy looked at Libby, "we've got it working. Now, let's see if this other feature works. This is gonna hurt a little." With that Libby's eyes went wide and went pale.

"Oh no! Not again! You wanna do the painful stuff, use Humphrey!" she yelled, pointing at the large jawed, yellow dog sleeping in his doggie bed. Cindy scoffed.

"It won't hurt that much. Just a little buzz. Here, I'll give you this; I hurt you and you can throw me in my pool with all my clothes on," Cindy offered as she stuck out her hand in front of her. Libby slowly outstretched her hand as she shook Cindy's uneasily. "Good," Cindy said confidently as she pressed a few more buttons before pressing the largest in the middle.

"Wait!" came Libby as she grabbed Cindy's wrist before her index finger could make contact with the button.

"What?" Cindy asked.

"What are you going to do to me?" Libby said, removing her hand from Cindy's. Without a word Cindy pressed the button. Libby cringed, preparing for whatever horrible thing was about to happen to her. Much to both Libby and Cindy's surprises, nothing happened.

"What? This doesn't make sense!" Cindy said as though she was in pain.

"What doesn't make sense?" Libby asked unknowingly.

"This was supposed to issue you an electric shock!" Cindy wailed. Catching the look on Libby's face she added quickly, "nothing big though!"

"Get Sheen over here next time you do that stuff! I'm beginning to think that he likes pain," Libby commented. "Girl, can I take this thing out before you hear something you'd rather not?" Cindy nodded, slightly defeated.

"So, what are you going to do with it?" Libby asked as she returned the Telepathic Reader 5000 to Cindy's outstretched hand.

"I was thinking about sticking it to Neutron to see what embarrassing secret he's holding," Cindy said connivingly.

"Yeah, girl, but won't he notice that he's got a giant thumbtack behind his ear? And won't he notice the pain when he's poked by the thumbtack?" Libby asked.

"I don't know. Maybe I'll just use it to show him up at the next Show-and-Tell," Cindy downheartedly said.

"Girl, think of something before we start growing gray hairs," Libby said as she started for the door. "Look, sorry but I gotta get home to pick out my outfit for tomorrow."

"What time is it?" Cindy said rhetorically cause she turned to the digital clock on the nightstand. The red numbers read 8:30 PM. "Sorry, didn't realize it was so late."

"See ya girl," Libby said before she pushed open the white door that led to the hallway outside of Cindy's room.

"Bye Libs, I'll see you tomorrow," Cindy said as she waved her dark-skinned friend goodbye. The door closed softly behind Libby and Cindy could hear her footsteps going down the stairs, through the living room, and out the front door. Then a thought struck Cindy.

Libby wears the same thing every day? Why would she need to choose an outfit? Cindy glanced at her own closet. Then again, I wear the same thing every day. It's as if we were in some kind of animated TV Show with animators too lazy to draw us any new clothes. Huh, weird.