I don't own Jimmy Neutron. I DON'T own Jimmy Neutron! I DON'T OWN JIMMY NEUTRON!

Sniff, Cindy does.

Neither do I own the Ultraman theme song.

And if you're curious where I came up with the name Jen Delstohks, it's a parody of the name Wendell Stokes, a character in the movie Paparazzi, which I have yet to see.

Review, Please!

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN'T HOOKED UP THE TRANSMITTERS?"

"I've hooked up the Wheezer boy's transmitter and his camera. I'm reading his frequency right now; he's-"

"I don't care what you've done with Carl's transmitter and camera, so long as we don't have the other two!"

"With all do respect, Delstohks, it takes time. First I had to hook up the-"

"I'm not concerned about procedures either, Calimitous! Time is the one thing we don't have! If you plan on making a fortune off of my universe and vice versa, you have to get your act together, before our shows are canceled and I get stuck here!"

"I'm doing my best to keep my patience with you. Just listen to me; a few seconds gone here and there won't make a difference. In the end, it all comes down to the big corporations' decisions, like Intergalactic Channel and, uh, what was it called again?"

"Nickelodeon."

"Precisely. Even if the plan did succeed, we're at the corporations' total mercy."

"Maybe so, but if we do succeed, you can make a quick buck off of my universe-"

"You mean show. In this universe, your universe is merely a television show, created by moi-"

"Yeah, yeah, don't get too proud- not yet. As I was saying, if I strike it rich in my universe as the one who animated Jimmy and Cindy moments, provided I get John A. Davis's permission, the ratings for my universe, or what you would call a television show-"

"My television masterpiece, Jen," Calimitous interrupted.

"Don't ever call me by my first name again!"

"Jen?"

"Yeah! It's a girl's name."

"Well, when I originally created your show you were going to be-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH! And stop interrupting! If I finally strike it rich in your TV show, the ratings will go up, and you'll get rich."

"And humiliate Neutron!" cackled Calamitous.

"With the girl he secretly has feelings for-"

"CINDY VORTEX!"

Back at the Vortex residence, Cindy evaluated her braces closely in her mirror. Libby did her best do ignore the strange and bizarre faces Cindy made while seeing her reflection. Libby jumped up and down on Cindy's bed. Mr. and Mrs. Vortex had stepped out of the house for awhile.

That meant Libby's CD could be played full-blast on Cindy's boom box.

It also meant Libby could sing her lungs out, without fear of being scolded. "Te ni shita Kapuseru pikari to hikari! Hyakuman watto no kagayaki da! Hikari no kuni kara seigi no tame ni! Kitazo warera no Urutorajoutei! 'Kay, girl- you know this part! You sing it!"

The boom box sang, "Kitazo warera no Urutorajoutei! Kitazo warera no Urutorajoutei!"

But Cindy didn't join in.

"All right, girl," Libby turned off the boom box. "What's the spill?"

Cindy continued messing with her braces.

"Hello?"

"Hmm?" Cindy responded inadvertently.

"Ya'll look depressed."

"You look concerned."

"Well, I am."

"Well, I'm not."

"You really are diseased."

"Gee, can you tell? I've railroad tracks growing out of my mouth, and Britney must be afraid she's going to catch it; she's made up her mind that I'm unworthy of her presence."

"That's it?" Libby smiled.

"What do you mean, 'That's it?' Why are you always so happy?"

"You don't need chicks like Britney for friends. Girls like her just a gonna hold you down. You got me and Sheen and Jimmy and Carl."

Cindy looked up from the mirror, "Eww no!" She then turned her attention back to her reflection, "Just you."

"If you say so…"

"I hate these things!" Cindy kept poking her gums.

"I don't get you. When I got them things, I took so much pride in them, people considered it a fashion statement. It's all in the attitude. Why should you care what other people think?"

"I don't care about what other people think! I only care about what I think. But as long as we're on the topic…"

Libby raised an eyebrow and sat down on the stool next to Cindy.

"Do you think anyone will notice?" Cindy turned to face her best friend.

"Gee, that's a no-brainer! Don't ya mean, 'Do I think Jimmy will notice?'"

"NO! I meant, 'Do you think anyone will notice?'"

Libby smiled one of her classic, yeah-right grins, "That's what I thought. Yeah, actually, I think he will."

"You do?" concern was hinted in her voice.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't worry 'bout it."

"Why not?"

"You'll see," Libby turned the boom box back on.

Weeks passed, and Sheen finally came back from Tokyo. He had to come back sooner or later; summer would end soon. School would begin.

Of course, Sheen didn't care. He loved Japan. You could always find Ultralord paraphernalia everywhere. Sheen bought all four of the completed seasons of Ultralord on DVD, and he memorized the entire theme song in Japanese. He'd even sent The Ultralord Movie Soundtrack to Libby in the mail. The ending credits song was by Lo Lo Fluffy in Japanese. It wasn't a wonder that she'd memorized the song so fast.

Although the airport security had to literally pry Sheen's fingernails from the airplane and even falsely bribe him with Ultralord's autograph, he was somewhat relieved to be back.

Jimmy could tell. He rushed outside when he heard Sheen and Libby's approaching voices, singing the Ultralord theme song in Japanese.

"Sheen! You're back!"

"AM I EVER? You won't believe the awesome stuff you'll find in Japan!" Sheen rushed over to Jimmy and embraced him in a big bear hug.

Jimmy was being partially suffocated, but he didn't care. He was never so happy to see Sheen in his life.

"Check it out, Jim: official Platinum edition nose hair clippers with Ultralord's mother's maiden name specifically embossed in them!" He held out the merchandise, dropped Jimmy to the ground, and gingerly petted them.

"That's really something, Sheen," Jimmy didn't mean it, but he did sound sincere.

Libby just observed the conversation casually, but decided to cut in, "I'll probably head over to Cindy's house now." Her eyes darted over to the pink house, where Cindy could be clearly seen, lifting the blinds, spying on the conversation. Cindy, upon noticing that Libby caught her in the act, let go of the blinds, and could no longer be seen.

"Bye, Libby."

"Good bye, my Ultraqueen!" Sheen made an elaborate pantomime of someone who is saying their final farewell.

Libby headed over to the house, "See ya, guys!" and was gone.

Sheen's attention shifted back to the clippers, which he stroked with undying admiration.

"Hey, Sheen, would you like to come over to the lab? I've been working on a couple of projects."

"All right, Jim! I get to bring the clippers though, right?"

In the lab, Jimmy showed off his tooth perfecting machine.

"What is it?" Sheen asked bluntly.

"It will remove my braces and straighten my teeth. All I need you to do is call for help if something should go wrong."

"Wait, so has it been tested?"

"Well, no. I was hoping you'd help me with that now."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, Jimmy, but you shouldn't go experimenting on yourself. How'd you think mutants got mutated?"

"I know, but I have no reason to expect it to malfunction. I've checked all the wiring."

"So what? I'm sure you checked all the wiring on all those other crazy thingamajigs and they all turned sour too… WAIT! Never mind! I like sour! Fire it up, Jimmy!"

Jimmy seemed to be rethinking his decision, "No, you were right, Sheen. I don't want to take any chances. I mean, it's not like my braces are things of obstruction."

"Ah! Why do you always hafta go and change your mind right when I start agreeing with- WHAT'S THAT?" Sheen gestured towards the Periphery Eliminator 9000.

Sheen ran over and picked it up, "Is it a remote control? How many channels you get? D'ya get pay per view?"

"No, Sheen. That's the Periphery Eliminator 9000. It erases the boundary lines between parallel universes."

"Huh? Run that by me again? Aren't you gonna swipe it from me, so I don't have the chance to mess something up?"

"Negative again, Sheen. You can keep it if you want. It doesn't work."

"REALLY? Thank you so much, Jimmy! It reminds me of Ultralord's ion ray," he now positioned his clippers and the PE9000 so it looked like they were engaged in fierce combat. "So… What exactly is it supposed to do?"

"Simply put: It can make unreal things become real."

"Whoa, how?"

"People say universes are parallel, as in, they won't ever meet up. Technically, they don't meet up, but we still refer to parallel universes as if they were real," Jimmy walked over to his chalk board and drew a diagram. Sheen watched closely, doing his best to follow. "Our relations to other universes can be compared to as dotted lines. We won't ever meet up with the future, but we still refer to it. The future is a parallel universe, and to the people in the future, we are the past. They know the past is no longer existent, but they refer to it just the same. Another example is Timmy Turner's world. Although it's non-existent here, from Timmy Turner's universe, we seem non-existent to them too. It's almost like a double-sided mirror. Same goes for the Harry Bladder series. Although Harry Bladder isn't real in our universe, we read books about him. In his universe, we aren't real, but we exist in a series of books just the same. Although we aren't ever meant to collide, because we are divided by a solid line, we are connected by a fine "dotted line" in which we know of each other, but don't consider each other existent."

"Wait, so lemme get this straight. In our universe, Ultralord," Sheen gulped painfully, "isn't real. He's just," he gulped again, and then gagged out, "a TV show! But in Ultralord's universe, our universe is a TV show? Does that mean I have a show named after me in his universe?"

"Well, it might be named after you… But it could always be named after," Jimmy sprayed some breath freshener into his mouth, "me."

"Hah! Yeah right! I can just see it now, 'The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius which follows Jimmy Neutron and his faithful robot doggy as they thwart evil with the wonderful Sheen Estevez and others in Retroville'! That's funny. No really, Jimmy, you had me there!" Sheen went on laughing hysterically.

Jimmy scowled, "Oh yeah, well you might want to rethink that, if you ever want to meet Ultralord."

Sheen stood ramrod-straight.

"If I could just erase temporarily the solid line that divides two universes, like ours and Ultralord's, we could bring Ultralord through the portal. It would be a similar effect as the Wormhole Generator, or the Chronoarch."

"You gotta keep working on this thingy, Jimmy! I want to meet Ultralord!"

"Sheen, I don't think I could really do that. I just said that to get your attention. I've tried time and time-"

Sheen appeared crestfallen.

"-but I'll think about it."

Sheen's weariness seemed to vanish a little.

Changing the subject, Jimmy asked, "So what's been going on with Carl? Summer's almost over, and it seems like we haven't talked in ages. I'm a little worried, considering we're next door neighbors and I rarely catch a glimpse of him."

"Oh, you don't know? Remember that pe-" Sheen's watch started beeping. "Ultralord's on! Abayo!" Sheen ran out of the lab, clearly trying to free himself of his shirt. "I gotta get into my costume!" he yelled to himself.

"Yeah, bye," said Jimmy.