Prologue-

"Velcome back to Miserypiece theater," Dr. Scientist began, drinking something from a 'World's Best Grammy' mug. "Last time, ve saw vhat kind of life Jimmy lived before coming to Miseryville. We even saw how he got to Miseryville, and how he met Lucius and Cerbee."

A voice off-screen cleared its throat.

"Oh, right, and Samy," Dr. Scientist added after some thought, "But now ve watch as Jimmy intergrates himself into Miseryville, and meets his two bestest friends in…"

The Secret Origins of Jimmy Two Shoes

Part 2-

People- if such a term could be used- out and about in Miseryville were greeted to an odd sight. It consisted of a very small dog dragging a young lad with blond hair around. What made this truly odd was even though the dog's jaws were clamped firmly on his leg, the boy was laughing and cheering. They watched as the dog dragged the boy towards the Miseryville park. It looked like any other town park…except it was filled with monsters. Even the little animals living in it seemed off, having only one eye or mismatched fangs. Jimmy didn't seem to notice (Or care). Cerbee came to a stop, and spat Jimmy's leg out. It now had a dent where the dog's teeth had been. As Jimmy shook the dent out, Cerbee began to dig in the ground.

"Aw, what's-a matter, little guy?" Jimmy asked in baby-talk, "You lookin' for your bone?"

The hole Cerbee dug was empty, and it would have been filled with Jimmy had the boy not bent over to scratch behind Cerbee's ears.

"Oh, don't worry, Cerbee-boy," Jimmy cooed, "You'll find it next time. I have trouble finding things too."

Cerbee sighed, and began to stamp his left hind leg. A pair of horns sprouted out from his head.

"Whoa! That's new." Jimmy commented, retracting his hand. Spotting a stick on the ground, he picked it up and waved it in front of Cerbee. "Hey, boy, you wanna get the stick? Do ya? Do ya do ya do ya?"

Cerbee panted and bounced happily. This was fun!

"Fetch!" Jimmy yelled, and heaved the stick. It landed in a stream. "Oops."

Cerbee, not to be deterred, chased after it, diving into the water. Before long both dog and stick were out of sight.

"Um, Cerbee? You don't have to fetch the stick anymore," Jimmy called out, "Hello?"

When Cerbee didn't return, Jimmy stuffed his hands in his pocket and walked off, whistling nonchalantly. A rumbling of the stomach reminded Jimmy that he was hungry. In all the excitement he had plumb forgotten. That was when a magnificent scent wafted into his nostrils.

"Popcorn…" Jimmy sighed, being lifted off his feet and carried away by the smell. He followed the scent of freshly popped and buttered corn across the field in a dream state, vaguely unaware of his surroundings, or the monsters his feet, dangling as he floated in the air, kept hitting.

"Ouch!" One monster with three eyes grunted as Jimmy's left heel dinged his ear.

"Watch it!" the middle head of a three-headed monster growled.

Jimmy kept floating along, heedless of anyone else's yells. Eventually, his olfactory journey reached its end. Jimmy resumed obeying the laws of physics and beheld the source of the wonderful hot, buttery corn smell.

A giant pile of popcorn! Easily the size of a building!

"Yet another reason why Miseryville is the best place ever!" Jimmy cheered. He was about to dive into the popcorn and gorge himself when he heard a loud chewing from the other side of the pile. Looking, Jimmy saw a large red, horned monster with a tail, lounging on the ground. The monster was almost naked, except for a pair of black shorts. The red guy would stick an arm into the pile, take a fistful of popcorn, and throw it into his mouth. The creature didn't have very good aim, though- only about half of the popcorn made it into his mouth. The rest littered the ground around his body.

Jimmy walked up to the monster. "Um, excuse me? Hellooo?"

The monster glanced at Jimmy. "Huh?"

"Is this freakishly huge mound of popcorn yours?" Jimmy asked.

The monster thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Yah-huh!"

Jimmy felt his stomach rumble and got straight to the point. "Would you mind if I had some?" He put on his biggest, most endearing smile. "PLEEEEEAAASSE?"

The red guy scratched his chin, wherever it was. "Well…I suppose…but only because I don't understand that last word you said!"

"You mean please?" Jimmy asked.

"That's it!" Big red declared.

Jimmy shrugged, and plunged his hand into the pile. Taking out some popcorn, he squeezed it into a ball. Spinning the popcorn ball on one finger, he rolled it across his shoulders, bounced it off his other elbow and into his mouth.

"Mmm," Jimmy murmured as he chewed, "Popcorny goodness in a ball!"

Jimmy continued to make balls of popcorn, and continued to toss them in his mouth in ways befitting a member of the Harlem Globetrotters, theme music included. The red monster watched in amazement.

"I've never seen anyone put that much excessive movement into eating before," He commented, awestruck. "Why would you do it like that?"

Jimmy shrugged, sending another popcorn ball into the air. "What can I say? Helps build up an appetite." He held his mouth open for the falling ball.

The red monster's eyes widened. "You mean…excessive movement will help me eat MORE?"

Jimmy nodded. "Yah-huh."

The red monster stood up suddenly as a cherubic choir filled the air. Jimmy looked around and saw a light-purple monster in a black suit with his mouth wide open.

"AAAAAHHHH…" The monster sang.

Jimmy was about to say something to the 'Ah Guy' when the red monster grabbed him.

"Forget that guy! Quick!" Red yelled, "More excessive movement! We need to build up my appetite!"

Jimmy thought about it. "Uh, how about dancing? That's pretty excessive."

("Quick, let's change the scene before they start!" Dr. Scientist interrupted, "Now, now!")

In the large factory known as Misery Inc, there was an office. A very large office. This office had a large desk, a large chair, a VERY large painting of Lucius. In fact, this office was large in every single way except for one; it's occupant.

Lucius Heinous VII sat at his giant desk in his giant chair as across from him, Samy delivered a report.

"…And so, with luck our newest product should be ready to hit the shelves within a week," Samy read off a sheet of paper. He pulled out a jar with the Miseryville emblem on the label. "the Misery Jar! In it is the most delicious jam in the universe! But the jar can't be opened! Observe!"

Samy attempted to twist the lid off the jar, but failed. He continued to do so until he fell over. In fact, he kept trying even on the floor, running around in circles like Curly of the Three Stooges.

"Exxcellent," Lucius hissed evilly, "The thought of the best jam in the universe being just out of reach will really increase their misery! Anything else to report?"

Samy gave up on the jar and threw it aside. It bounced off the wall and struck him in the ear.

"Ow!" He winced and looked at the sheet. "Um, we might have to cease production of the exploding mailboxes. They're costing too much to replace."

Lucius waved a dismissive hand. "Fine, whatever. Those were starting to grow old, anyway. Who came up with something so stupid, anyway?"

"You did, sir." Samy replied. Upon seeing Lucius' angry glare, he backpedaled. "Er, ah, I mean, someone else said you did, but they must be wrong! I'll go punish them later, uh, whoever they are."

"Whatever." Lucius growled.

Just then a ringing occurred. Samy answered his cell phone. "Yes? Yes…what? Really?" Looking up, he said to Lucius, "It's about your son, Beezy!"

Lucius rolled his eyes and said sarcastically "Oh, you mean my son, 'Disappointment'? What is it, has he fallen asleep in the road and blocked up traffic? Order MORE giant piles of popcorn? Hmm? Or, gasp, has he actually turned over in his sleep?"

Samy asked his phone, "Could you repeat that…okay," To Lucius he said, "No, he's moving! Excessively!"

Lucius gasped. "Really?" His eyes watered. "Oh, I knew this day would come. My boy's inner Heinous has finally awakened, and he's begun spreading misery!"

Samy listened some more to his cell. To Lucius he said, "Actually, it's more like…happy dancing."

Lucius' jaw dropped. "WHAT?"

Lucius jumped out of his chair and over his desk. Running down to the opposite end of his office, he pushed a button on the large computer stationed there. The first thing the screen shown as it came to life was the big red monster doing some bizarre, walking-in-place dance, a stupid grin on his face.

"Beezy…dancing!" Lucius shrieked, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. "How can this be?"

Just then, Jimmy cartwheeled in front of Beezy, laughing like a loon. The two on screen paired up into a weird polka step.

"Him!" Lucius growled, his voice dripping with venom. "I should have known…"

"Isn't that the kid from earlier?" Samy asked, walking up.

Lucius turned away from the screen, unable to watch anymore boogying. Tapping his chin, he muttered, "If that brat could get Beezy to act like that, then this could just be the beginning!" He gasped, "The people of Miseryville might actually become…" He shuddered to even say it. "…Happy. Something must be done!"

"Don't you have some unmatch power as supreme leader?" Samy asked, confused. "Why not just…" He waved his erratically. "…You know?"

Lucius regarded Samy and laughed. "Puh-leez! You don't actually think that little wart is worth the effort, do you? I hardly think this 'Jimmy' would require such a display. No," he turned back to the screen to glare at Jimmy's image some more. "I think it's high time I stopped playing around."

Samy cocked his head. "But didn't you just say-"

"It's time I did as all great leaders must do, and delegate!" Lucius declared, pointing a finger in the air. "We must call in the big guns!"

Samy nodded. "Right. I'll contact Molotov and have him mobilize the army, so-"

"The army?" Lucius interrupted, "I didn't mean real guns you twit, I meant metaphorical guns! We must utilize the skills of Misery Inc.'s foremost expert in torment and causing misery- besides me," He grinned. He frowned. "We must call in Heloise!"

("Now ve are cooking vith gasoline!" Dr. Scientist declared, "Let's go back to Jimmy and Beezy now zhat zhey are done dancing, yah?")

Back outside, Jimmy and Beezy were sitting where the pile of popcorn used to be, arms over each other's shoulders. Most of the popcorn had been strewn mindlessly aside during the course of their bizarre dance, but neither of them cared. They were too busy laughing.

"That was incredible!" Beezy guffawed, "I never knew excessive movement could be…uh…is there a word for the total opposite of depressing and soul-crushing?"

"Fun?" Jimmy suggested.

"Yes! That's it! Fun! Teehee!" Beezy giggled. Calming down, he stood up. "Name's Beezy J. Heinous. I don't think I've seen you around here before, unless you've always been here and I never noticed. I'm like that."

Jimmy also stood up. "I'm Jimmy…uh, just Jimmy for right now. Say, those horns look familiar…and your last name is Heinous…do you know the little red guy at the factory?"

"You mean my dad, Lucius?" Beezy asked dully.

"That's him!" Jimmy cried, and noticed Beezy's depressed look. "What's up?"

"Oh, my dad's always on my case," Beezy sighed, "He keeps saying I should do more to spread misery, and says I'm disappointment incarnate. That kind of stuff hurts."

"Oh, I'm sure he doesn't really mean it," Jimmy assured, patting Beezy on the back. "He probably just has your best interests at heart, and wants you to do your best."

"Really?" Beezy asked. At Jimmy eager nod, he went "Yay!" and pulled Jimmy into a tight hug. "You know, if there was a word for the complete opposite of sworn enemy, I'd use that to describe you!"

"You mean friend?" Jimmy asked from the folds of Beezy's tummy.

"Ooh, ooh! That's a good one!" Beezy giggled, "Friend…" As jimmy pulled himself out of the suffocating embrace, he said, "Nothing could ruin this friend-ness now!"

Just then two new friends found themselves in the middle of a large, ominous shadow. A pair of giant robotic feet landed behind them with a mighty ka-thump, tossing them into the air. The feet were connected to a coal-black steel cylinder, with pipes sticking out and spewing black smoke.

Looking up at it, Beezy commented, "In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have said that."

A large, person-wide tube extended out from the bottom of the walking cylinder. The open end stopped just over Jimmy. Jimmy looked up into it.

"Can I help youaaaaahhh!" Jimmy began when the tube sucked him up.

"Jimmy!" Beezy gasped. As the tube retracted into the cylinder, he ran over and began to punch a leg. "Give me back my Fra- uh, my free- hold on, fru- wait, that's not it…"

As Beezy mulled distractedly over the correct pronunciation, a small window opened up on the leg. A boxing glove on a spring shot out, clocking the Heinous in the jaw.

"Dancing is the new waffle iron…" Beezy groaned as he fell.

("Ooh, right in zhe kisser!" Dr. Scientist cringed)

While Beezy kissed dirt, Jimmy found himself in an interesting situation. He was now in a pitch black room, save for a spot light in the center he stood in.

"Hello?" Jimmy called out, "Is anyone here? Helloooooo?"

"Are you Jimmy?" A voice from nowhere asked in dark, echo-y tones.

"Yyyyes…" Jimmy replied slowly. This was starting to creep him out. "I'm Jimmy…who are you?" He looked around. "…Are you a friendly disembodied voice?"

"…You've gotta be kidding me." The voice grumbled, sounding less dark and echo-y.

Someone stepped into the light. It was a girl, about less than Jimmy's height. Her hair was dirt blond, tied into a ponytail. She had ice-blue eyes which bore a look of cynicism. She wore a red gown that covered practically her entire body, except for her head and hands, with a slight tail.

"You're the new kid that's got Lucius all worked up?" The girl demanded, fixing Jimmy with an appraising look.

"You know Lucy?" Jimmy asked, giving the girl a friendly smile. She didn't look so bad…

The girl raised an eyebrow. "…Lucy?"

Jimmy nodded eagerly. "Yah-huh! You know him? He's the nicest guy in Miseryville!"

The girl burst into hysterics. "BAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH! Lucy! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Jimmy began to laugh along with her. He didn't know what was so funny, but…

("You know vhat zhey say," Dr. Scientist said, "Laugh, and zhe vorld laughs vith you!")

The girl finally calmed down, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "Okay…heheh…you've officially won my respect."

"Great!" Jimmy said cheerfully.

"But not my mercy!" The girl whipped out a remote with a single red button and pressed it.

Out from the floor an operating table popped up. A pair of metallic arms shot out from behind it and grabbed Jimmy, then pulled him so he was lying on the table. A helmet with wires sticking out and beeping lights was stuck onto his head. The table was angled so that Jimmy was upright.

"You know, I don't think I got your name." Jimmy remarked.

The rest of the room was lit up to show that it was a metallic silvery place, with computer terminals and modems, like something out of science fiction. The girl made a few adjustments on one terminal before walking(?) up to Jimmy.

"My name is Heloise," She introduced, "Misery Inc.'s number one inventor. 'Lucy' asked me to…" She snickered evilly. "…Take care of you."

Jimmy was nonplussed by Heloise's sinister nature, nor by his bonds. Instead he said, "That's awfully nice of him. First a puppy, and now a personally caretaker? What next?"

Heloise had just put on rubber gloves and safety goggles. "What, indeed…"

Heloise pulled down a large switch and suddenly Jimmy became ground zero for a gigantic surge of electricity. He jerked and convulsed as the voltage ran up and down his body. Heloise watched the sparks fly for a few minutes, causing his skeletal structure to become visible, before pushing the switch back up.

"Not so peppy now, are ya?" She asked as she moved towards Jimmy. She was pleased with the smell of burned flesh coming from his body.

Jimmy shook his head. "That…was…great!"

Heloise stopped. "What?"

"I've never felt such a rush before!" Jimmy cried, "And my nostrils…" He took a deep breath. "They've never been so clear! Thanks, Louise!"

Heloise stared at him. "Heloise. It's pronounced Heloise."

"Gotcha," It was then that Jimmy noticed a scar on Heloise's forehead. "Ooh, that looks bad. How'd that happen?"

"AAAHHHH!"

"Stay still, boss, I got this! End of the line!"

BAM!*

"I walked into a door." Heloise said in a deadpan voice.

"Oh, sorry about that." Jimmy said awkwardly. He looked around. "So…anything else you wanna do?"

Heloise smiled. It was not a pretty sight.

The second machine she put Jimmy in was like a mass of giant, metal hands. They poked him, they squished him, and he was treated like the pizza dough of an overeager chef.

"I've never gotten a free massage before!" Jimmy said as he was twisted around. "And I can't believe how much tension was in my shoulders. Woo!"

Next Jimmy's hands were strapped to a giant fan. When the fan went on, not only did it blow him away, but also had the additional effect of spinning him around. In short time his arms and fingers were stretched beyond what was considered healthy.

"Suh-weet!" Jimmy cheered. "Now I'm like Mr. Fantastic!"

After returning Jimmy's arms and fingers to their original length, he was placed into some kind of giant water filter system…only instead of water, it was boiling hot lava. After the machine spat him out…

"Wow!" He gasped, shaking his wet hair back into its original poof. "That was a like a sauna and water slide wrapped into one!"

And so it went. Heloise would put Jimmy into some kind of awful, pain-inducing torture device, and he would find some positive spin on the situation. He didn't even seem aware that he was supposed to be suffering.

"That was great," Jimmy sighed after the umpteenth machine failed to upset him. "I don't think I've had so much fun before in my life," He bent down and patted the dumbstruck girl on the back. "Thanks, Heloise."

Heloise went rigid with shock. He was hugging her! She was being hugged! Nobody in Miseryville hugged her! She was never hugged in Miseryville! Probably because she would have slaughtered anyone foolish enough to try, but this sudden embrace took her by surprise.

"You-you-you…you really liked all of that?" She asked, her eyes darting all over the place.

"Yup. Now I know why Lucy asked you to take care of me," Jimmy stepping back. He turned to look at the machines and commented. "And these things are totally cool! Where'd you get them?"

Heloise rubbed the back of her neck. "I made them myself…like I said, I'm an inventor…"

"Neat-o!" Jimmy cheered, "You must be really smart! I'm glad to have met you!" He declared.

"Re-really…?" Heloise asked in a small voice.

Jimmy flashed Heloise another goofy grin. Heloise, her face twitching, nervously returned it.

BUMP

"Gah!" Heloise shrieked, falling back.

"What's up?" Jimmy asked, cocking his head,

Heloise didn't answer him. She cautiously moved her head over the left side of her chest…

BUMP

Heloise gave another shriek and jumped back up. Sweat began to run down her brow.

"Is something wrong?" Jimmy asked, concerned. He bent down to Heloise' level and reached for her forehead. "Are you sick? Do you have a fever?"

Heloise slapped the hand away frantically. "No! Yes! Whatever! I…gotta go! So I can…uh, go!"

A door opened up on one wall, and Heloise charged for, crashing through the wall to the left of it. She left a Heloise-shaped hole in her wake. Distant crashing noises suggested she was ignoring subsequent doors.

Jimmy waved goodbye. "Kay, you do what you need to do!" He called out, "And be sure to wash your hands when you're done!"

-End of Part 2

(A/N: Another chapter done, and thanks all the reviews…both of them. In this chapter, I wanted to establish how Jimmy met his future best friend Beezy, and future secret admirer Heloise, as well as the basis of their relationship. For Beezy, I wanted something food-related, since his name is based on Beelzebub, representative of the Sin of Gluttony. Because Beezy is, as they would say, 'sharp as a bowling ball' I didn't want to make things too complicated. "He showed how to enjoy eating more! He's cool!" sounded just about right. Plus, Jimmy's little pep talk, unknowingly false as it was, on how Lucius actually liked Beezy. Heloise requires some- bum bum bum!- backstory. According to Edward Kay, Heloise was a former serial killer back on Earth in the original pilot. That scar on her head was from a shoot out with the police. That's been changed in the main series so that she's always been a Miseryviller. Here's what I think; After Heloise died on Earth, she was reborn in Miseryville, unlike Jimmy, who's supposed to be alive and is thus an outsider. In any case, Like in the pilot, Heloise is tasked by Lucius to torture Jimmy and break him. However, Jimmy has so much fun with her that she falls in love. Here's the critical thing I wanted to make clear; Heloise isn't used to people liking her. I doubt she's ever tried be on friendly terms with people, but still, most, if not all, of her life is centered on torment. Then comes this happy-go-lucky guy who decides she must be really nice, and well, that affects her. According to Edward Kay, she's drawn to Jimmy because there's something about super innocent guys that 'appeal to her last shred of humanity.' I wanted "Wait, this guys likes me?" to be the seed that would grow into Heloise' obsessive love for Jimmy. BTW, the thing at the end with the BUMP and Heloise freaking out is taken from the live action How The Grinch Stole Christmas movie. Also, this chapter marks the first appearance of the Ahh Guy! Yay! See ya till Part 3!)

(*) Dialogue from HELOISE'S DEATH by Super-Cute on Deviantart