(I don't own Jimmy Neutron or Doctor Who, but I do know Keith Alcorn!)
(Author's note: Just in case anyone was unclear on the structure of this story, every chapter is a DIFFERENT ADVENTURE/STORY! That is all.)
Mr. Bell walked down the hall to Mr. Hanson's office and placed some papers on his desk.
"Here are those reports, sir."
"Ah, thank you, Mr. Bell," Mr. Hanson looked over the documents and nodded in approval, "Good, it looks like this new project will go quite nicely."
Mr. Bell returned to his office, and was surprised to see someone sitting in his chair. It was very late and he and Mr. Hanson should have been the only ones working at this hour.
"Excuse me," he said. The person sitting in the chair was facing away from Mr. Bell, "What are you doing in my office?"
Mr. Bell turned the chair around to reveal the identity of the person sitting in it. Mr. Bell was shocked to see that whoever this person was, he had been dead for at least a few months.
"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, and returned to Mr. Hanson's office.
"Mr. Bell, what's the matter?" he asked.
"Sir, it seems that some cruel prankster has place a…a dead body in my office."
Mr. Hanson looked sickened, "What is this world coming to? Oh well, just leave it for now. I'll have the cleaning service take care of it in the morning."
Mr. Bell went back to his office to get his briefcase. But when he returned, the dead body was gone.
"Hmm, how odd," he thought, "Who would go to the trouble of bringing a corpse in here, only to remove it five minutes later?"
Mr. Bell tried to put this strange and disgusting incident behind him, and went about his business of getting his briefcase. When he turned to leave his office for the night, he once again saw the dead body, this time standing in front of him. Mr. Bell looked shocked.
"What in the world? What sort of joke is this?"
The corpse, or should I say zombie, moaned and walked slowly toward Mr. Bell.
"Alright, I get it, very funny!"
The zombie continued its slow pace toward Mr. Bell.
"The joke's over! You can take off that costume now, whoever you are."
Mr. Bell realized that the zombie wasn't going to stop and tried to run. But by then it was too late, the zombie had him cornered.
"No! Stop! Help! Help me! AHHHHH!"
Jimmy Neutron
Timmy Turner
Through Time and Space
Fright Night by Digger3000
The next morning, the TARDIS materialized behind the building where Mr. Bell was killed.
"Well, here we are," Jimmy said.
"Cool…where are we?"
"We're back in Retroville, my home town," Jimmy said, and he looked at the TARDIS chronometer, "Oh, and it's 1889."
"What are we doing in your home town in the 1800's?" Timmy asked as he and Jimmy walked out of the TARDIS.
"I don't know, this is where the TARDIS wanted to go."
"What do you mean it's where the TARDIS wanted to go?"
"Well, you see, the TARDIS is" Jimmy was interrupted mid-sentence by some commotion going on in front of the building. Jimmy and Timmy ran to see what was happening.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Jimmy asked.
The whole area was flooded with reporters. One of them responded, "Some poor man was murdered last night. The police won't tell us anything else."
"Maybe they'll tell me. Come on, Timmy."
"Where are we going?" Timmy asked.
"To see who got murdered."
"But there's tape that says 'Do Not Cross.'"
"So?"
"So I was thinking maybe we can't, you know, cross."
Jimmy showed Timmy his psychic paper, "I have this, remember?"
"Oh, right. You think of everything, don't you?"
Jimmy smiled, "Yeah, I do. Come on, let's get in there."
Jimmy and Timmy crossed the police tape and entered the building.
"Excuse me," Jimmy said to the crowd of police officers in Mr. Bell's office, "Can anyone tell me what happened here?"
"Hey, what are you doing in here, kid?" One of the officers asked.
Jimmy showed his psychic paper that currently read 'Police Captain' to the officer, "You making fun of my height?"
The officer looked embarrassed, "Oh, no sir. I just thought you were"
"Listen to me! I may be four foot nine, but I've taken people down who were twice your height!"
"I've seen him do it, man!" Timmy chimed in.
"So I suggest you point me in the direction of whoever's in charge of this crime scene."
"Yes sir. Right away sir."
The officer left to find the person in charge.
"That was kind of fun," Timmy said.
"Yeah, I've always wanted to impersonate a police officer."
A few minutes later, another officer came out of Mr. Bell's office.
"Ah, finally," Jimmy said, "You mind telling me what happened here?"
"Yes, of course, sir. It seems that one Mr. Richard Bell was murdered in his office around midnight last night."
"Who else was in the building?"
"Only his partner, Mr. Samuel Hanson. He's the owner of Hanson Properties. He was about to secure a huge deal that would allow him to open up the towns largest drug store. It just doesn't make any sense, who would want to kill Richard?"
"Obviously someone who doesn't want that drug store to open," Jimmy said.
"Ah, well that makes sense…no, wait, no it doesn't. Why would the opening of a drug store drive someone to murder?"
"That's what we need to find out. Were there any other clue?"
"Well…there was one other incident last night."
"Really? And when were you planning on telling me?"
"Sorry, sir."
"Never mind, just tell me what it was."
"There's a…a body missing from the Magic Kitten Graveyard."
"Ok, well how is some grave robber connected to this murder? …I'm sorry, did you say 'Magic Kitten Graveyard?'"
"That's what the owner decided to call it."
"Hmm, well let's go talk to the owner."
The officer and 'captain' Jimmy went to the Magic Kitten Graveyard to talk to Tom Lindbergh, the owner.
"So, Mr. Lindbergh," Jimmy said, "I understand that one of your graves was robbed last night. Did you happen to see who did it?"
"No, I didn't see a thing," he replied.
"Do you know who might have wanted to do this?"
"Absolutely not. I don't know anything about anything, so you might as well stop wasting time on me. There's a murdered out there."
Jimmy nodded, "Ok Mr. Lindbergh. But if we have any more questions, we'll be back."
"That's fine with me."
Jimmy, Timmy, and the officer returned to the Hanson Properties building and continued searching for clues to Mr. Bell's murder. At around eight o'clock that night, the police finally decided to give up.
"Captain, I think we should just declare this an unsolved murder. There are absolutely no clues, no evidence."
"No," Jimmy said, "I'm not giving up. I still think the graveyard owner is somehow connected."
"How? There's no evidence linking him to the crime."
"What about the missing body?"
"What do you think he did? Dug up a dead body, somehow brought it back to life, and sent it to kill Richard Bell? Sir, we're investigators, not fiction writers."
"Hey," Timmy said, "Don't be so sure it's not true. I've seen weirder stuff than zombies."
"Ok, let's just assume that your little resurrection theory is true. What proof do you have?"
Mr. Hanson finally spoke up, "Um…I might know something. The night Mr. Bell was killed, he told me he found a dead body in his office."
"So?" The officer asked, "That just proves some sick man dug up a body and put it in his office. That doesn't mean it came to life and killed him."
"You got a better explanation?" Jimmy asked.
"Yes, I do. Some sick man dug up a body, put it in Mr. Bell's office, and then killed him. See? That's a very simple story with no zombies."
It had been raining for the last few hours, and it suddenly picked up and turned into a large thunder storm. The window in Mr. Bell's office was cracked, and the wind blew in and blew out the candles in the room.
"Great," the officer said, "Now we have an unsolved mystery and we can't see."
Suddenly, a loud pounding was heard coming from the other side of the building.
"What was that?" Timmy asked, startled.
"I think it's another dead body."
"That's ridiculous," the officer said, "There is no such thing as zombies!"
"You really want to take that chance?" Jimmy asked. The officer did not respond, "Alright, listen up people. There's something coming and it wants to do to us what it did to Mr. Bell. Now, if you want to live, follow me down the hall to Mr. Hanson's office!"
The entire party, consisting of Jimmy, Timmy, Mr. Hanson, and various police officers, left Mr. Bell's office. As they stumbled in the dark toward Mr. Hanson's office, the pounding got louder…and the moaning started.
"Still don't believe in zombies?" Timmy asked.
"Seriously," the officer said, "What makes you think it's a zombie? How do you know it's not just some crazy guy?"
Timmy thought about the question for a second, and he responded, "If Jimmy says it's a zombie, it's a zombie."
They finally reached Mr. Hanson's office and started stacking chairs against the door. The storm outside was getting stronger and stronger. Everyone got behind Mr. Hanson's desk, just incase there really was a zombie.
"Hey Jimmy?" Timmy asked, "If that thing out there is a zombie, how do we stop it?"
"Well, according to some books I've read, the only way to kill a zombie is to…shoot it in the head…"
The pounding and the moaning was getting progressively louder. Some of the police officers started freaking out. The leader of the group stood up.
"Hey! What is wrong with you people?" he yelled, "We are not little children afraid of monsters under our beds! We are officers of the law," the officer held up his gun and showed it to the room, "And we can handle whatever is out there."
Suddenly, the door started to shake as whatever was out there started pounding on it. The officers became even more freaked out, but the leader stood and pointed his gun at the door. Suddenly, something struck the door with incredible force, and it was flung open. A sudden lightning strike lit up the cold, dead, rotting corpse that was standing at the door. The officer who was pointing a gun at the door shrieked like a little girl and hid under the desk. The zombie attacked the closest person to it…Timmy.
"Timmy! Get down!" Jimmy dove and pushed Timmy out of the way of the zombie.
Timmy was lying on the ground, looking up at Jimmy, "Wow, you saved my life!"
"Yeah," Jimmy replied, "Now can you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"RUN!"
Jimmy and Timmy scrambled to their feet and ran past the zombie and out of Mr. Hanson's office.
"Hey! Don't leave me in here!" the police officer yelled.
The zombie got confused and couldn't decide who to attack, Jimmy and Timmy or the police officers. It finally decided on Jimmy and Timmy.
"Hurry, Jimmy! Open the door!" Timmy screamed frantically.
"I can't! It's locked! There's no possible way of opening it!"
"Um…what about that?" Timmy asked, pointing to the sonic screwdriver in Jimmy's pocket.
"…Oh yeah! I forgot about that."
Before Jimmy had time to take the screwdriver out of his pocket, the zombie was already closing in on them. When they saw the zombie coming, Jimmy and Timmy huddled together in the corner.
"Well," Timmy said, shivering, "It's been nice knowing you Jimmy. Looks like this is the end!"
"Not if I can help it!" Jimmy said, and he stood up and faced the zombie, "Hey! If you want him, you'll have to go through me!" Jimmy then turned to Timmy, "Um, you might want to run now."
"Oh, right." Timmy said, and he ran down the hall away from the zombie, "Jimmy! Get out of there!"
Jimmy was too frozen to move. Then, the skeptical police officer came out of nowhere.
"Yes, get out of here, Jimmy. I'll handle this. This is something I have to do."
Jimmy ran and joined Timmy.
"Hey! Look at me!" yelled the officer, and the zombie turned around, "I don't know if you're really a zombie."
The zombie started walking toward the officer.
"And I don't care."
The zombie got even closer to the officer.
"Because zombie or not…"
By now, the zombie was just inches away from the officer.
"You're going down!"
The officer pulled out his gun and screamed at the top of his lungs as he shot the zombie five times in the head. The zombie fell to the ground, and the officer dropped his gun, shocked at what he had just done. Jimmy went to the officer.
"Hey, it's ok. He was already dead…"
The next morning, Jimmy and Timmy accompanied the officer to Mr. Lindbergh's office. They threw the dead body on his desk.
"I believe this belongs to you," the officer said.
"Um…I can explain?" he replied, nervously.
"Ok fine, you got five seconds."
Mr. Lindbergh proceeded to explain, "Ok, here's what happened. I wanted to stop Hanson Properties from opening up that drug store."
"But why?"
"Because this town has nine drug stores and no school! I wanted to use that land to open an elementary school, but Hanson had more money than me. I was only doing what was best for the children."
"Ok, so how do you explain the zombie?"
"I'll take this one," Jimmy said, "My guess is that he created some sort of galvanization device."
"What's that?"
"It's basically the same thing they did in Frankenstein. If you can electrically stimulate a dead body's muscles, you can essentially bring it back to life."
"But who could have created that kind of technology?"
Jimmy looked at Mr. Lindbergh, "I'm guessing someone with a lot of time on their hands."
"Yeah!" Lindbergh said, "And I would've gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!"
"Well Mr. Lindbergh," the officer said, "The good news is that, because of your good intentions, that land will be used to build a brand new school, Lindbergh Elementary."
"Really? Oh, that's great."
"Yeah. Unfortunately, the bad news is that you're under arrest for murder. Take him away, boys."
A team of police officers took Mr. Lindbergh to the police station. But the officer who previously didn't believe in zombies stayed behind to talk to Jimmy.
"Hey, Jimmy? I wanted to thank you for your help in this case…and for helping me conquer my fear of monsters."
"Aw, no problem Mr. um, what was your name again?"
"George, George Fleming. And by the way, you're not really a police captain, are you?"
"Um…no," Jimmy said, nervously.
"That's ok, it'll just be our secret."
"Thanks Mr. Fleming, uh, George."
George Fleming left to join the other officers.
"Wow, that was a pretty crazy night," Timmy said, "And there weren't even any aliens involved."
"Yeah, well not everything weird that happens is caused by aliens."
"Well, at least everything worked out in the end. I mean, except for the fact that they're gonna hang that guy."
Jimmy smiled, "You know, we basically just survived a horror movie last night. Were you scared?"
"Yeah, a little. But not too much, because you were there."
Jimmy put his arms around Timmy, "You know, no matter what happens, I'm always gonna make sure you're safe. I'm promise."
"Thanks Jimmy."
"No problem, Timmy. Well, there's nothing else exciting happening here. Come on, we got another adventure to get to."
"Well what are we waiting for?"
Jimmy and Timmy walked back to the TARDIS together. And if they're next adventure had aliens or zombies or both, they'd get through that together too…
Next Time…
It's been called the worst natural disaster in history, and now, Jimmy and Timmy are right in the middle of it…