Heh, thanks for the reviews, guys! You too, Jan. ;) This motivates me to continue my fic. AND the fact that it's fun.

Chapter #1- "Trapped!"

"Did it work?"

Carl, Jimmy and Sheen looked around. They found themselves surrounded my miles of knolling green grassland, with a few trees here and there. Jimmy grinned. "I guess it did...unless Retroville got wiped out of all industry while we were in the lab."

Sheen looked up at the sky. It was completely blue, with a few white, puffy clouds. "So how do we get back?" he asked.

"No problem. I installed a chip into the machine that responds to a certain noise."

He snapped his fingers, and a giant vortex appeared in the sky. Carl, Sheen and Jimmy began to levitate as they were being sucked into the vortex. Carl and Sheen flew right through, and Jimmy made it halfway, until something went horribly wrong.

The vortex began to rapidly shrink, and Jimmy was stuck. His legs were dangling through the screen on the machine.

"Oh no...Jimmy's STUCK!" cried Sheen. He tried to pull Jimmy out, while Carl looked at the set of buttons on the machine.

"Um...what button do I press if something goes wrong!"

Jimmy overheard Carl's question and yelled "Pull the red lever on the top left to troubleshoot! HURRY!"

Carl quickly pulled the lever when the screen began to give off electric discharge, and shattered into pieces. The vortex dissapeared and Jimmy fell back down to the ground. "AAAAAaahh...! Oof..." He got up and brushed himself off, then frantically looked up to where the vortex was.

"Oh no...without the portal screen, I can't return to Retroville...I'm trapped within my own game!"

Back in the physical world, Sheen looked at the glass shards on the floor. "...Jimmy's trapped..."

He turned to Carl. "CARL! We gotta find a way to get Jimmy back!"

"I know...but how?"

"...Maybe Cindy can help us...she's a smarty-pants, too!"

Carl hesitated. "Well...though we may get called names like 'stupid' and 'doofus' in the process, it's worth a shot!"

"Let GO, Carl! I wanna drive the hovercar!"

Carl pushed Sheen away. "Nuh-uh, if Jimmy were here, he'd want ME to drive it!"

Sheen grabbed the steering wheel. "No, ME!"

"Look, why are we fighting about this, anyways? Cindy's house is right across the street from Jimmy's!"

Sheen sat down and started up the hovercar. "Because you and I both know that athletic sports such as 'walking' just aren't our thing! Now check to see if we have enough Fun Fuel!"

Carl checked the meter and gave a thumbs-up. "Check!"

Sheen pulled on the shift and drove in reverse. "Steady..."

"Um, Sheen, I don't think it's a good idea to FLOOOOOOR IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT---!"

CRASH! ...

Sheen rubbed his head. "What just happened?"

Carl popped his head out of the rubble and fixed his crooked glasses. "Um...you floored on the gas pedal and we just crashed into Cindy's garage..."

Sheen looked around at the damage. "Eh, hopefully she won't notice until AFTER she helps us."

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Cindy opened the door. "There's a KNOB, y'know!"

"No time...Jimmy's trapped...so HELP US!"

Sheen pulled Cindy's arm. "YAH!" Cindy pulled away. "Hold on! You guys tell me what's wrong, and I'll see if I feel like helping you!'

"Okay okay, so it's like this..."

Sheen pulled out a chart. "Jimmy was working on a new invention the past month called the 'RPG Generator' which transforms your atoms into data and places you right into the middle of an RPG game. Well, we tried it, but on the way out, Jimmy got stuck in the game portal and couldn't get back. So Carl pulled the troubleshoot lever, but suddenly, the screen exploded and Jimmy is now trapped in the game. So me and Carl took the hovercar and we did NOT crash into your garage, completely obliterating the side wall, and now we come to you asking of help!"

Cindy stared at him. "So...what's your point?"

"WE NEED YOUR SMARTY HELP!"

Cindy grinned and held her hand to her ear. "Uh, I'm sorry...I'm afraid I didn't hear you!"

Sheen groaned. "Will you PLEASE help us already?"

Cindy thought for a moment. "Well...okay! There's nothing on TV, anyway!" As she made her way down the steps, she noticed the garage and slapped her forehead, irritated. "Gah! And why did you destroy my garage?"

"Um...CARL DID IT!"

"Well boys, I'm not much of a technical genius like Neutron, but I figure I can probably fix the portal. Why don't you two go head on down to the Candy Bar while I do this?"

"That's a GREAT idea! Let's go, Carl!...

...Carl?"

Sheen noticed a cloud of smoke shaped like Carl next to him. "MEH! He could've asked if I needed money..."

Cindy shook her head and observed the broken portal as Sheen left. "Hmm..." She put her hands on her hips. "This isn't a surprise...'Pewtron's' inventions always has something wrong with them..." She looked closer. "What he used to hold the portal musn't have been sturdy enough! I'm gonna need some stronger material..."

"So, what'll it be?"

Carl browsed the menu. "Um...what can I get with five bucks?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "The prices are there on the menu, yeah."

Sheen put his menu down. "Just get what you usually get, Carl! A triple-deluxe chocolate sundae. And I'll take the same."

Sam jotted down the order. "Comin' right up!"

"So, do you think Cindy will be able to get Jimmy outta that game?"

Sheen battled with his Robofiend and UltraLord figures. "I dunno. She's on the honor roll, so I guess that means she can."

A waitress came to the table and set the sundaes down. Carl picked up his spoon. "No, I mean...do you think she'll try to make it worse? I mean, we can't really trust her."

Sheen ate the cherry off the top of his sundae. "Hey, she and Jimmy are the only geniuses in town, so we'd lose both ways."

"Okay, I'm back from the hardware store. Good thing clear cellophane is 10 off ." She fitted the pane of cellophane into the machine. "There we go...now to activate it." She pressed a button, and the vortex appeared in the screen.

Jimmy was walking through some woods until he fell to the ground, extremely exhausted. "Huh...huh...I've trekked through this place for hours, and there's still no sign of life...huh? What's this?" He noticed a wooden rod before him. He picked it up, when suddenly, he found himself surrounded by a group of assassins. Standing up, he obtained an attack stance. "Stay back...I've been taking some karate computer simulation classes!" The assassins drew near, and that's when Jimmy decided to take action. Gripping the wooden sword, he jumped up and thwacked one of the assassins in the face. "Hi-yah!" Shocked, they ran towards Jimmy and yelled out battle cries. One of them swung his nunchucks at Jimmy. Jimmy stepped back and crouched down, doing a swipe kick. The assassin fell to the ground, but three more took his place. Jimmy took a step back, then figured a strategy. He front flipped and landed in back of the assassins. He grabbed one of them and threw him against a tree, but the other two closed in on him.

One attacked, but Jimmy countered and grabbed him by the arm. Jimmy swung the assassin and knocked the other one out. Dropping the unconcious body, Jimmy saw that there was one assassin left. Gripping his wooden sword, he was face-to-face in a standoff as the assassin gripped his steel blade. Then, letting out battle cries, they ran towards each other, wielding their weapons. The blade swung, but Jimmy ducked as the blade cut a piece of his hair clean off. Seeing that the assassin was left offguard after the swing, Jimmy took advantage of this moment and jabbed his rod straight into the assassin's sromach. He clutched his stomach and fell to the ground, dazed. Jimmy touched his hair. "Aw man...wait...I won?" He looked at the unconcious bodies, then at his hands. 'Whoa,' he thought. 'The game must've given me enhanced strength and fighting abilities..."

He then heard a rustle in the trees, and a dark figure stepped out. Jimmy tightened his fists, "Who are you?"

The figure stepped forward and he was revealed in the light. He appeared to be a man in his early 30's, with brown long hair and a mustache. He wore silver armor with a red stream of cloth hanging from his neck and an iron blade tucked in his sheath. "Congratulations...you have passed the test. You are the Chosen One."