Well, the story is being continued, whether you like it, or not! So R&R anyway!
"Gryffindor Common Room? Where's that?" Jimmy asked.
"Hey! Why am I, of all people, in a Common Room? My mom says I'm special! So do my teachers! That's why I'm in Special Ed!" Carl demanded angrily.
Everyone stared at Carl for a few moments. Then they resumed speaking.
"OK, introductions. I'm the Boy who Lived," Harry, or the kid with the glasses, said.
Jimmy's eyebrow raised. "And who is that?"
Harry's face went white and cold. "You don't know me? I'm Harry Potter! THE Harry Potter! I defeated Voldemort?"
"Hey! You know you're not allowed to say that word here!" the red-haired boy said.
"Voldemort? That's like a curse word or something? Hey Jimmy! VOLDEMORT YOU! Ooooh, I said a bad word!" Carl giggled.
Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I've never heard of Harry Potter," Jimmy said.
Harry broke down crying. "But I'm Harry Potter! I'M FAMOUS! How could you have never heard of me?"
He took out a picture and showed it to Jimmy. "But look! I was at the Oscars! And look, here's me holding hands with Halle Berry and Jennifer Aniston? And I was the special guest on the Late Show with Dave Leno? And remember once I was on Saturday Night Live once? And that episode TOTALLY flopped?"
Jimmy shook his head.
Harry curled up into a ball and wept. "I'm not popular anymore! My life is in a decline! Oooooh, the pain, the misery!"
"...OK then. Anyway, I'm Jimmy Neutron, and this is my friend Carl Wheezer. And this is my friend Sheen, except he has amnesia at the moment..." Jimmy said.
The girl with the wavy hair knelt beside Sheen. "I'm Hermione Granger, and don't worry, I know an anti-amnesia spell." Hermione took out her wand and waved it and said a few magic words.
Soon Sheen sat up. "Hello. My name is Sheen but I have no idea what my last name is."
"Oh no! The spell didn't work fully!" Hermione cried.
"No, it's fine! Nobody knows what his last name is!" Jimmy said.
"Yay! I got my memory back!" Sheen sang, standing up.
"OK, I want to be introduced to this story, so my name is Ron Weasely," the red-haired boy said.
"Ronnie, I just LOVE that hair. You simply must tell me where you get it styled!" Carl said.
"My name is RON, and I don't get it styled. Can't you see how messy it is?" Ron said, pointing to his unruly red head.
"No, no, Ronnie dear. That's the new style, don't you know? The sexy wild style! I simply ADORE it!" Carl leaned in closer to Ron.
Ron jumped back. He wasn't used to gay people...unless you count Malfoy...
Sheen stood up and pointed to the sobbing Harry. "Who's that?"
"I'm Harry Potter? Do you have no idea who I am too?" Harry cried.
"Hmmm...Harry Potter...the Boy Who Lived...main character of bestselling series by a certain J.K. Rowling who used to live in a car and wrote her books in a café...hmm...defeated arch enemy and leader of the Dark Side...called Voldemort...hmmm....lives on Privet Drive with evil Durseleys...Sorry. Never heard of him," Sheen said.
Harry started sobbing again.
"But none of you have answered my main question...Where are we?" Jimmy asked.
"You're in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Ron said.
"Wow! Magic!" Sheen twirled around.
"OK, I believe this crossover has been long enough. So long friends!" Jimmy was about to push the button on his remote.
"No wait! Let's have a little fun!" Hermione cried, battering her eyelashes toward Sheen.
