..::Chapter 1:: A Piercing Decision::..

Get ready or not 'cause here I come; dance, dance, dance have some fun…

The uplifting song lyrics snapped her eyes open and turned her lips into a smile.

6 5 4, 3 2 1, get up, get up

Cindy Vortex woke up at 6:59 Friday morning in a particularly good mood. Before she even woke up her heart was pumping wildly and after a nanosecond of consciousness a single thought ran through her mind: THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! Every student in her class had been looking forward to this day since September first, including her. There had been final exams all week, but now they were finally free—after today.

Cindy got up and ready in record time, and beat the bus by fifteen minutes. Even a straight-A advanced students like her couldn't love the last day of school enough.

MS. FOWL: As you all very well—BRAAAAAAAAWK!!—know, today completes the academic semester of learning and—

JIMMY: Um, Ms. Fowl, if I may point out, that doesn't actually make sense… see, academic is the adjective form of learning, therefore by saying 'the academic semester of learning' you are really saying 'the adjective form of learning semester of learning' which, obviously, is being repetitiously redundant.

Jimmy Neutron, the one boy who could challenge Cindy's intellectual capacity, had again failed to continue the rule of "no learning on the last day of school."

CINDY: (irritably) Nerd-tron, what are you SAYING? You know it's the last day of school!

SHEEN: Hey Ms. Fowl, why are you talking so weirdly?"

MS. FOWL: My Guide for Beginner Teachers says that using long words makes me sound like I actually got my BRAAAAAAAAAWK!! Degree.

CARL: (whining) Ms. Fowl? Do we really have to learn today?

MS. FOWL: Are you kidding? Before SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!! interrupted me, I was going to announce a Friday Funday! Do whatever you want, as long as you don't make a BRAAAAAAAWK!! mess.

Thunderous cheering and applause ensued. Jimmy, Carl, and Sheen formed a huddle with their desks, probably discussing last week's baseball game (where Cindy had performed a spectacular tie breaker in the last inning—with a broken wrist) while Butch was finishing some last minute wedgies. Cindy, Libby, Brittany, and Nissa created a group with a few other girls in the corner for Truth or Dare. Soon, forty minutes had passed

BRITTANY: (with a mischievous grin) Okay, Cindy, truth or dare?

Everybody at Lindberg knew that Cindy Vortex never turned down a dare. Libby actually looked nervous; the queen of dare-givings plus the queen of dare-doings could only be trouble.

CINDY: (calmly) Dare, of course.

Brittany checked the clock; there was only time for one more and it would have to be good. What dare would the famous Cindy have to turn down? She looked around the group and her eyes lit up on Libby, who was playing with her earring (taking it out and putting it back in). Then she remembered Cindy's eighth birthday fiasco

MRS. VORTEX: Okay everyone, time for the cake!

GUESTS: (cheering) Yay!

MRS. VORTEX: But before you start eating, I have an announcement. Cynthia?


CINDY: Yeah?


MRS. VORTEX: After the party, I'm taking you to get your ears pierced!

CINDY: WHAT?!

Swiftly picking up the cake, she threw it in her mother's face before anyone realized what was happening

BRITTANY: (half shouting, her voice dripping with glee) Cindy, I dare you to get your ears pierced!"

Finally, a dare impossible even for Cindy!

..::Chapter 1:: Part 2:: Revealed Surprise::..

CINDY: (irritably) No way!

LIBBY: Girl, you have to! What about your rep?

CINDY: Well, I would never live it down…
LIBBY: (threateningly) Yeah, just think… Brittany would take over your title as Queen of Dares!

Brittany was just behind Cindy, only having failed one dare in her whole life (but she is contractually obligated by court of law to not speak about it).

CINDY: Okay, then fine, I'll do it.

Brittany stopped smiling. She had thought she would finally be Queen.

BAM. The classroom scene suddenly disappeared to be replaced by an old-fashioned stage. A three-legged stool appeared in the center, followed by a sixties-style boom box. An arm popped up from behind the left-hand curtain and a finger pressed the "play" button. Music erupted from the amplifiers and the boom box started bouncing rhythmically

Trips to the stars

Fueled by candy bars

Rides a kid with a knack—

POOF. All of a sudden, a pink cloud materialized out the thin air with the word "POOF" written in it, covering the boom box, which was immediately replaced by a modern looking CD-player

Timmy is an average kid

That no one understands.

Mom and dad and Vicky—

BAM. A fuzzy pair of earmuffs covered the speakers and dimmed the sound, and the boom box knocked it off the stool and resumed playing

A superpowered mind

A mechanical canine

Rescues the day from sure destruction—

POOF. The two-dimensional CD-player knocked the boom box of the chair and continued its song

'Cause in reality

They are his odd parents, Fairly Odd Parents—

BAM. The stereo sprouted arms and threw the CD-player into the empty audience

This is the big one

Jimmy Neutron.

POOF. The boom box turned into a frog, croaked a loud "ribbit," and hopped offstage, revealing the CD-player

His Fairly Odd Parents!

(Yeah right!) Boink!

From behind the right curtain, three-dimensional Jimmy Neutron walked out, holding a remote and looking angry. From behind the left curtain, two-dimensional Timmy Turner walked out, holding a magic star-tipped wand and looking furious

Jimmy, gnashing his teeth, pointed his remote at Timmy and pushed a button. Timmy, grunting inaudibly, pointed his wand at Jimmy and waved it. A beam of dazzling blue shot out of Jimmy's remote; a jet of brightest green exploded from Timmy's wand; they collided in midair, showering the stage in multicolored sparks that faded, showing the people backstage

Cindy Vortex and Libby Folfax, three-dimensional jumped up from the right side of the stage, looking startled, but Sheen Estevez and Carl Wheezer waved at the camera

Chester, two-dimensional, from the left of the stage, ducked and covered his head and AJ looked merely bored. Cosmo and Wanda hovered above them, arm-wrestling in mid-air

More rainbow sparks erupted from both sides and created a sign on the back wall: everybody ran away, so that the words could be read in glittering letters:

JIMMY/TIMMY POWER HOUR 4: MISSION, SAVE THE WORLD.