Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.

Jimmy waved the beam that the MatchMaaker5000 emitted around the classroom. He then scanned himself. He gave his invention a minute to sort out all of the personality traits.

"The pairs should come up one by one, about twenty seconds apart. It takes longer with humans since our minds are more complicated. The first pair should appear in a minute or two," Jimmy explained as he nervously tapped his fingers against the projector.

"Hey! The first one's already up!" somebody shouted. Jimmy turned around and read the screen. Not Suitable: Carl Wheezer.

"What does that mean?" Carl nervously asked.

"Well, uh, since there is one more boy than girl in this class, somebody had to be left over. It looks like that's you," Jimmy sadly told him.

"You mean?" Carl questioned.

"You're not a good match for any of the students in this room," Jimmy continued.

"Well that's a little insulting," Carl said as he sunk down into his seat. Some of the kids started laughing.

"Hey! Stop laughing. I'm guessing that some of these pairs are going to be a little embarrassing. Let's handle this like adults," Jimmy angrily instructed the class. Everyone went quiet.

Jimmy continued staring at the screen. "Well, here's our first match. Betty and Nick," he said. Wow, that's a shocker. Everyone nodded their heads in approval. "They're matched together because, well, they care so much about appearances," Jimmy told the class as he read the reason they had been matched that was on the screen.

A few seconds went by. "And here's another match. Brittany and Sean," he read. Brittany and Sean both blushed. "Apparently Brittany's easy-going attitude balances out Sean's seriousness. That's interesting. It appears that opposites do attract."

As the minutes flew by Jimmy read several more pairs and the reasons that they were put together. Everyone seemed to agree that the matches made perfect sense. Cindy, Libby, Sheen, and Jimmy were getting impatient. They wanted to see who their matches were (even though they already knew).

"Ah, finally. This says that Sheen should be with... CINDY!" he shouted. The entire class stared at the screen in awe. Even Ms. Fowl couldn't help but be amazed.

"WHAT!" Sheen, Cindy, and Libby shouted at the same time.

Jimmy read the reasoning, not believing this. "Apparently Sheen's hyperactivity would show Cindy a lighter side of life and allow her to have some fun. And Cindy's intelligence and seriousness would help straighten him out," Jimmy slowly read out loud.

"Are you kidding me?" Cindy yelled. This was definitely not what she had been expecting. "I'd rather have Wheezer!"

"Hey!" Carl shouted. "I have feelings, you know."

"But I'm supposed to be with my queen!" Sheen shouted as he flashed Libby a wide grin and raised his eyebrows. Libby took this opportunity to move a few feet away.

"Alright! Everybody settle down! There's still a couple more pairs!" Jimmy angrily shouted. How dare he steal Cindy from me!

Several seconds later another disturbing pair popped up onto the screen. "Holy," Jimmy said.

"Crap," Libby finished. The screen said that he and Libby were perfect together.

Jimmy's eyes darted across the screen as he read the reasoning behind this insane pairing. "It says that could show me how to loosen up and have fun, but she's also smart enough to hold a conversation with me. And it says that I could help Libby improve her intelligence. Plus, we both seem to like technology," he read in disbelief.

"What do you mean you can help me improve my intelligence? Are you saying I'm dumber than you?" Libby angrily asked.

"Hey, I'm just reading the results!" Jimmy quicklyshot back. He couldn't believe what was going on.

The entire class sat in silence for several moments, not even bothering to read the remaining pairings. Finally Nick broke the silence.

"This is just too good! Shine and Cindy! Neutron and Libby! That's hysterical!" he while laughing.

"It's Sheen!" Sheen angrily reminded him.

Jimmy shook himself out of his dazed state and turned off the projector. "And that's my show and tell. Goodbye," he said, speaking three times as fast as normal. He threw his invention and the ants back into his backpack and returned his seat. He buried his head in his hands. I knew this wouldn't end well.

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