Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.

Early the next morning Jimmy woke up. He looked around and saw that he was still on the beach. They hadn't been rescued. He also looked down at his arm and saw his smashed watch. He took it off and put it in his pocket. If it hadn't been crushed he could send out a distress signal. But there was nothing he could do about that now.

Jimmy walked over to the wreckage of the plane. He nearly threw up at the sight and stench of the dead bodies. He began to check the overhead compartments for emergency food supplies. He didn't find any. Gradually the others started waking up and helped him search. They checked the luggage, the wreckage, and even on the dead bodies, but they couldn't find much.

Two hours later they were done searching the wreckage. Jimmy called everyone's attention. They gathered around him.

"Alright, listen up! Here is our situation. There are thirty-three survivors. We have three gallons of water and maybe a day's worth of food salvaged from the plane. That is nowhere near good enough. We need to start figuring out how to survive."

"The first thing we need is food and water. I'm going on a hike in the jungle to find that stuff. Who wants to help with that?" Cindy, Libby, Carl, and Sheen raised their hands. "Alright, that's good. The rest of you need to split up into groups and do different things. We need people to get firewood and keep that signal fire going at all times. We need people to continue searching through the wreckage and take anything useful, even if it is off our dead classmates. We need people to sort through the stuff we find and organize it. We're going to need to get to work on building shelters. I've checked us all out; every one of us is able-bodied. We all need to help out if we want to survive. Ok?" Jimmy asked.

"Who made you king?" Nick shouted. Several students muttered their approval of Nick's statement.

"Someone has to take charge!" Jimmy told them.

"Well it doesn't have to be you! I'll take care of things from now on," Nick told everyone. They started to cheer.

Jimmy just rubbed his temple. "Fine, whatever! All I know is that I'm going out to find food and water!" Jimmy told them.

Jimmy, Cindy, Libby, Sheen, and Carl grabbed their backpacks and anything that they could use to hold water in. They headed off into the jungle.

Jimmy was hiking very fast, even with his injury. Cindy was almost having trouble keeping up.

"Don't listen to Nick, Jimmy. You're doing a good job," Cindy told him.

"No, Nick's right. I don't always have to be the leader. The important thing is that we survive, I don't care how," he told her as he grabbed her hand.

Sheen, Libby, and Carl were quickly falling behind Jimmy and Cindy. Jimmy and Cindy were too deep in conversation to notice.

"Where the heck are they?" Sheen asked after they had been hiking for an hour. They had been separated from Jimmy and Cindy for half an hour.

"Those idiots didn't even wait for us! Let's just go take another path. We'll meet them back at camp," Libby told Carl and Sheen. They took a right and continued through the jungle.

Several hours later Jimmy and Cindy stopped to take a break. They sat down on a rock and ate some of the fruit they had found. Suddenly Cindy perked her head up and looked around.

"Where are the others?" she asked Jimmy.

Jimmy also looked around. "Great, just great. I guess they couldn't keep up. Don't worry, I'm sure that they're going to meet us back at the beach," he told her.

A few minutes later Jimmy stood up. "Hang on a second," he said as he walked a little further into the jungle. He thought that he had smelled something.

Two minutes later Jimmy ran back to Cindy and grabbed her arm. His face was ghostly pale.

"Jimmy, what's wrong? What did you see?" she nervously asked. Jimmy just kept his mouth shut and led her to where he had just come from.

Cindy's mouth dropped open as Jimmy pointed to the cockpit and upper part of the plane. They stood there for a moment.

"It's the, the cockpit," she whispered.

"HELLO! IS THERE ANYONE HERE?" Jimmy shouted. He waited a few seconds, but there was no answer. "Well, we should check it out. There might be a transceiver," Jimmy said as he walked through the wreckage.

Cindy followed him and sifted through the debris. They walked up to the pilot's seat and saw the radio. Cindy looked at Jimmy, who just shrugged. "Worth a shot," she told him. Jimmy nodded his head and flipped a few switches on it.

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is Oceanic Flight 713. This is Oceanic Flight 713. This is Oceanic Flight 713. Mayday Oceanic Flight 713. Geographic location unknown, approximately two hundred miles west of where we lost radio contact. Repeat, geographic location unknown, approximately two hundred miles west of where we lost radio contact. Repeat, geographic location unknown, approximately two hundred miles west of where we lost radio contact. This flight has crashed and is in need of immediate rescue. There are thirty-three survivors. Repeat, Oceanic Flight 713. Over."

Jimmy released the microphone button and waited twenty seconds. He then repeated the distress signal. "Damn it! No response," he sadly said as he dropped the microphone.

Cindy stared at Jimmy with an amazed look on her face. Jimmy jut turned to her and shrugged. "What? You don't know how to send a Mayday?"

They continued searching through the wreckage. After a few minutes passed Jimmy shouted in excitement. "Yes! I found the transceiver!" he yelled as he picked up what looked like a large walkie-talkie. He flipped a few switches, which cause his smile to disappear. "It's broken," he said as he put it in his backpack.

Jimmy looked at all the bodies around him. "Uh, Cindy? Can you do me a favor and head off into the jungle? I think there might be some water nearby," he told her as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Sure, Jimmy," she said a little suspiciously as she went off into the jungle.

Jimmy took a spare shirt from his backpack and tied it around his nose and mouth. He took a deep breath and began searching through the body's pockets. He prayed that they might have something useful.

After a few minutes Jimmy looked through the things that he had found. He had three lighters, two smashed candy bars, about half a gallon of water, a book of matches, a crushed cell phone, and a mirror. His taking inventory was interrupted when Cindy came back. He threw the things in his backpack.

"What was that stuff?" she asked as she walked up to him.

"Just a few more things I found in the wreckage," he told her. "Come on, we better head back to the beach now if we want to make it back before dark." With that said he slung his backpack over his shoulder and began the long trek back to camp.

Author's Note: I did a little research online and found out the proper way to send a distress signal. Jimmy's Mayday was done correctly.