Disclaimer: No, I still don't own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters. Honestly, in the six hours since I last updated could I have gained ownership of one of the nation's most popular cartoons?

Eustace led them through a series of hallways at gunpoint until they reached the dining hall. He motioned for them to sit down. Cindy and Jimmy looked at each other and shrugged. As they took a seat Eustace's butler came in with a plate of cookies and milk. Eustace plucked a cookie from the plate and took a sip of milk.

"Butler, go get something for these two to eat," Eustace instructed him. He looked towards Jimmy and Cindy. "Cookies and milk ok?" Both of them nodded. As the butler left then room Eustace turned back towards Jimmy and Cindy. "So, would you care to explain why you were breaking into my house?" he asked as he put his gun down on the table.

"Enough with the games, Strytch. We know that you're behind the Retroville murders, right Cindy?" Jimmy shouted as he stood up.

"I'm your girlfriend, not your sidekick," Cindy said as she took a cookie from the plate the butler had given her.

"Ah, so you two have finally gotten together. That's marvelous. But what is this about the Retroville murders?" Eustace calmly asked.

"Don't play dumb with me Eustace!" Jimmy shouted.

"Neutron, I assure you that I am not playing," Eustace replied. "That didn't come out right. But I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Then you won't mind if I stroll over and PICK UP YOUR GUN!" Jimmy shouted as he ran over and grabbed his gun.

"James, please put that down. First you break into my house, I try to be nice and offer you some food, and then you accuse me of murder and aim a gun at me! You are really starting to irritate me," Eustace said calmly as Jimmy slowly put down the gun.

"So you're really not the one trying to frame me?" Jimmy asked, a little upset.

"What evidence did you find that made you believe it was me?" Eustace asked.

"Well, the killer was about your height," Jimmy told him.

"And?" Eustace questioned.

"Um, that's it," Jimmy said, suddenly realizing that he hadn't thought this through.

"So, someone murders five people," Eustace started before he was interrupted by Jimmy.

"I never said five people! You did do it!" Jimmy shouted.

"It was on the news you idiot!" Eustace shouted. Jimmy shrunk back down in his chair. "So, some murderer is about my height, and you assume it's me. Well, that makes me feel real special."

"Well, in my defense, the person was trying to frame me specifically. Cindy and I thought that it must be one of my arch enemies," Jimmy explained.

"James, I haven't even seen you in three years. We were just kids then. I've changed a lot since then. I assure you that I have no plans of world domination or framing you. I learned my lesson after working with that stupid League of Villains," Eustace told Jimmy.

"Oh, well that changes things then. But this still doesn't make any sense. None of my other arch enemies matches the murderer's description," Jimmy thought out loud.

"James, I have very little idea of what's going, but couldn't one of your enemies have hired some assassin to do their dirty work?" Eustace suggested.

Jimmy stopped pacing around and thought about that for a moment. "Um, well, yes, I suppose that he could have." Jimmy sat down and took a bite out of his cookie. "Eustace, I'm terribly sorry to have bothered you. I was wrong. Do you forgive me?" Jimmy asked quietly. Man, I hate admitting when I'm wrong.

"No problem James. We all make mistakes," Eustace said he finished off his milk. "Well, I assume that you can let yourselves out," he told them as he walked away.

"Um, Eustace? Could you do us a small favor?" Jimmy sheepishly asked.

"What is it James? It is late," a slightly agitated Eustace said.

"Well, could we stay the night? We're kind of running from the cops. And could you pick up some of my inventions from Libby at the Candy Bar tomorrow?" Jimmy timidly questioned.

Eustace sighed. "I suppose that you could sleep in the spare bedroom. You two don't mind sharing a bed, do you?"

"No! Not at all!" Jimmy shouted. Jimmy looked to his side to see an angry Cindy staring at him. "I mean, I'll sleep on the floor," he continued.

"As for your inventions thing, I'm terribly busy tomorrow. But I suppose that Jeeves could do it for you. Tell your friend to meet him there at noon," Eustace said as he walked away. "The guest bedroom is on the third floor, first door on the left. Goodnight old chaps," Eustace called out as he went up the stairs.

Cindy and Jimmy walked up to the third floor. "Well, why don't you give Libby a call before we go to bed. Tell her to go back in my lab and bring as many inventions as she can, especially Goddard," Jimmy told Cindy as they entered their room.

Cindy nodded and called Libby on her cell phone as she walked into the bathroom. Jimmy started making a small bed on the floor and changed into some pajamas that were in the closet. Cindy walked back from the bathroom in a nightgown that had been in the closet. She put her phone down on the nightstand and walked over to Jimmy.

"Well, see you in the morning," she told him. She bent down and gave him a long kiss. "That's for sleeping on the floor."

Cindy hopped onto the bed and turned off the light. Man, that was worth being chased by the cops and framed for murder. Well, almost, Jimmy thought before he went to sleep.