Libby was starting to get nervous about meeting Sheen's dad, as well as the time scrunch, and especially with little Samuel still in bed. "I know you are, but we are going to go see your grandpa and we have to get ready."

"That's right little one, and I haven't seen him since I was in practically the 5th grade so we don't wanna be late, ok?"

"Why not?" Samuel asked, not seeing the connection.

By this time Sheen was getting aggravated and replied, "cause… he's very busy… with work."

Seeing Sheen really wished that he had more time with his dad Libby wrapped a re-assuring arm around him before preceding to pick up Samuel. "He loves you though Sheen, he really does."

"I know, it's just hard to not wish that the show would go under… just to have him back at home."

"But I he was back at home I thought you said that you would have to move?"

"We would." Sheen said tying a shoe and picking up his cell to call for the cab.

"We? You mean your family?"

"Well, yea… and you. I mean, since we're gonna be married and all."

"Oh yea… but, what about Retroville? What about Jimmy and Cindy?"

"I know it's not a smart thing to wish… just… it's hard not to."

"I can understand that." Libby finished pulling together Samuel. "Ready to go?"

"Yup, and the limo should be here by now." Sheen said. He opened the hotel door and held it opened as Libby carried Samuel out and down to the limo.

"Ok, I got all the forms filled out." Jimmy said handing it to Cindy.

"And yet the desk needs these forms, not me." Cindy laughed as she stood and delivered the health forms to the font desk. She returned to the waiting area and sat next to Jimmy who had picked up a Science Today magazine that was printed in French. "You understand any of that?"

"Some of it. French class helps." Jimmy said looking up from his reading.

"I prefer the English translations." Cindy said as she picked up a Sweet Sixteen magazine. While Jimmy and Cindy read the magazines, Danielle had wandered over to the toy area and was playing with the beads on a wire contraption, moving the beads back and forth.

"Danielle Neutron." A nurse's voice said in the doorway.

"Come on sweetie." Cindy said picking up Danielle from her play and following the nurse into the doctor's office. Jimmy followed afterwards.

"And what seems to be the problem?" a male in his late 30's and a white doctor's coat asked in a heavy French accent.

"Well, when we woke up this morning our daughter said that she had a stomach ache and a slight temperature." Jimmy attempted to explain.

"And the problem is…" The doctor said, wondering why someone would bring their kid to the doctor's office for a little cold or flu.

"Well, we were not sure what to do and thought maybe a doctor knew what to do." Jimmy said.

"How old are you two anyway?"

"Fifteen years old."

"You had this kid when you were a little over twelve?" The French doctor said slightly worried.

"No, we didn't."

"She's telling the truth!" Jimmy said in Cindy's defense when he saw the look of disbelief cross the doctor's face. "See, you may not have ever heard of me… but I'm Jimmy Neutron the--."

"James Issac Neutron? Well, what have you done now?"

"Well, Cindy and I are Freshmen in Retroville Sr. High School back in America. So in health we have to do this thing called Baby-Think-It-Over. But since we decided to get married in France while we were here, I thought it would be fun to actually have a real kid. So… due to a new invention of mine, we have only been parents for two whole days."

"If anyone else told me that I would think they are nuts Mr. Neutron!" The doctor said.

"So… can you help up?" Jimmy asked.

"Well… I suppose I can… on one condition.

"What's that?"

"I need you to invent something for e, when you get home."

"What is it?"

"Well, I need a machine that can tell me if someone has cancer, or AIDS or stuff like that."

"Don't you already have tests and things for that?"

"In a way, yes. But I want instantaneous results so that there isn't a delay in getting that information. Our current tests and machines take weeks, sometimes months, to get results back."

"Fine, it's a deal. I'll get it to you within this month."

"Awesome! Now, here's a book on raising children."

"I'm sorry to correct you doctor, but you rear children, not raise them."

"My mistake, Mr. Neutron. Anyways, here is a book on rearing children. I think you two could benefit from reading it, don't worry, I have more where that came from. And, if you don't mind, may I ask why on earth you wanted a real live child?"

"Because, with a doll it cries on a timer and there isn't really a logical reason as to why they cry. We just figured that at least if she were real the crying would at least have a purpose."

"I suppose that's a semi-valid reason. So, minus being clueless, how do you like being real parents?"

"It really takes all of the fun out of having a kids only vacation." Jimmy said without hesitation.

"And it makes me want o say all those sayings my mother tells me that I hate."

"I know one thing for sure, this boy genius is not having real kids for at least another five years!"

"I agree because being a parent is more than just bossing the kids around, it really requires work."

"And patience." Jimmy added.

"Well, I must say that because you made the kid real you have really learned more than most kids do from the doll-experience. And, Mr. Neutron, please give my regards to Mrs. Sanchez."

"Dr. Sanchez?" Jimmy asked surprised.

"You know him?" Cindy asked confused.