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

"Alright, listen up!" Nick shouted to his fellow survivors. They all crowded around him. "Now as you may have noticed, our food supplies are running low. And I'm sure that we're all sick of fruit. But don't worry, I have a plan. We're going to hunt!" he shouted as he showed the group two spears that he had been working on.

The crowd began to cheer and murmur amongst themselves. Nick smiled; he finally had come up with a good idea.

"Now, who will be the two to get us food?" he asked in a booming voice. Two fairly strong people from another class raised their hands. "Excellent! Take these," Nick said as he walked towards the kids and handed them the spears.

"Tonight we will have meat for dinner. So let's prepare for our feast! Some of us shall get water! Some of us shall make fires! And some of us will fix our shelters incase it rains. Tonight, we celebrate our first hunt!" he shouted. The crowd cheered.

Nick smiled as he saw his classmates finally get to work. I knew I could get them organized. You just have to give them the right motivation.

Tom and Mike were walking through the jungle. They were the two hunters. They tightened their grip on the spears as they stopped walking to take a break.

"So, what do you think we'll get to kill?" Tom asked.

Mike shrugged. "Probably some birds or something. Although I heard somewhere that boar live on some islands."

Tom laughed. "You're kidding, right? Pigs on an island?"

"Hey, you asked," Mike said as he stood up. Come on, I want to get back to camp before sunset.

As the two continued walking they heard something. "Quiet. Did you hear that?" Mike whispered.

"Yeah, I did," Tom said. They both got their spears ready and stared at the bushes in front of them. Something was causing it to rustle. "On three we throw them," Tom continued. Mike nodded his head.

"One, two," Tom said. Just then a huge boar ran out of the bush and went between the two boys. It turned around and snorted.

"Well, let's get it," Mike casually said. He walked a little close, his spear held at an angle over his shoulder. He was about to stab the boar when it ran forward. It tackled Mike's legs, which sent him falling to the ground.

Tom tried to spear it, but the pig was too fast. It turned back around and ran towards the fallen Mike. The boar sent its tusk through Mike's stomach. He screamed in pain.

"Mike!" Tom shouted. He tossed his spear at boar. It missed by a long shot, but it scared the pig. The animal ran away into the brush. "Buddy, you ok?" Tom nervously asked as he knelt down by his friend. "Mike?"

Mike was unconscious and losing a lot of blood. "God, what did that thing do to you?" Tom whispered as he took his shirt off. He carefully tied it around Mike's wound.

Tom stood up and looked around him. They were about a mile away from camp. He bent down and carefully slung his friend over his back. This isn't going to be fun he thought as he began the hike back to the beach.

A little bit later Jimmy and his group appeared on the beach. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at him. Nick emerged from the crowd and stared at Jimmy.

"Well, look who came crawling back," he sneered.

"Shut up, Nick. And nice job signaling that plane, by the way," Jimmy shot back.

Nick's face held a look of hurt, but it was quickly replaced by anger. He grabbed Jimmy's collar and lifted him off the ground. "We said we don't want you here. So leave!" he shouted as he threw Jimmy to the ground.

Jimmy pulled himself up and glared at Nick. "We have just as much right to the beach as you do."

"Really? Cause we all say we don't want you here. And there are a lot more of us than there are of you," Nick said while shoving Jimmy.

"Jimmy, maybe we should just-," Carl started to say.

"Not now, Carl," Cindy said as she stepped forward and stood next to Jimmy.

"And why don't you want Jimmy here? He saved you from the explosion. He organized us. And he didn't drop the transceiver into the fire, you did!" she shouted.

Everyone began to whisper to each other. Nick held a look of worry on his face. "Don't listen to her! Who's the one that organized a hunt? Who was it that made sure we'd have meat tonight?" Nick cockily asked.

As if on cue, Tom ran onto the beach, carrying Mike on his shoulders. Everyone turned their attention to him. Tom looked like he was going to pass out. "He... got... hurt," Tom managed to say before collapsing on the sand.