Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron, I never have, and once again I will say it; I never will. Jimmy Neutron is copyright DNA Productions, Inc. and Nickolodeon Studios.

Four pairs of stunned homo sapien eyes stared into a pair of wide brown canine quadruped's. Silence was imminent for a long, painful few minutes, before Carl finally broke and let out a scream. "OH IT'S HORRIBLE! MAKE IT STOP, JIMMY! MAKE IT STOOOOP!" When receiving stares from the others, including the dog, who was looking bemused, he fidgeted. "I'm allergic to dog hair…"

But no answer from Jimmy came. Carl looked around, and, seeing no trace of Jimmy, his eyes suddenly fell on the dog. Whose hair looked strangely the same color as his best friend's hair… And the dog appeared to be thinking, intelligence dancing across the canine's eyes like a small fire playing tag with the stars; reaching for them but couldn't quite get to it's destination.

And then, as if shone on by heaven, all four of the kids realized the awful truth; JIMMY was the DOG. Sheen walked around to Jimmy's side and knelt down next to him, patting him on the head rather happily and dumbly, as if the thought hadn't quite occurred to him that, without Jimmy there to fix it, THEY would have to fix it.

Cindy had her hand on her chin, musing on where they'd have to keep Jimmy for the time being. He couldn't be at his house/clubhouse/lab, because his parents might discover him there. He couldn't stay at Carl's, because Carl was allergic to dogs. He couldn't stay at Sheen's, because Sheen had cats; that left Libby's house or Cindy's. When talking about it to Libby, Cindy threw up her hands.

"Nuh-uh. No WAY Dogtron is staying at my house!" she protested, folding her arms over her chest stubbornly.

"But you KNOW Momma won't allow pets at my house! It jus' might be alittle hard to explain to her that this particular dog is my friend…"

"Oh, oh yeah? Well, how do you think MY mom's going to react to the dog? I can't hide him forever in there!"

Libby gave her a hard stare, and Cindy began to wither, abit. "C'mon, Cindy. I know you're just protesting because you don't want to have your cru – "

Cindy cut her off, throwing a worried glance at the doggified boy. "He's not my you-know-what!" she mumbled sourly, looking down at the floor, then the ceiling, then heaving a deep sigh. "Fine, fine. I'll try. But it's ONLY until we can get Dogtron back to normal, okay? No other reason whatsoever. Nada. Nix. Zero. Zilch."

Libby gave her that 'I-know-better-than-that' smile and muffled a snicker.

Cindy marched over to Jimmy, standing in front of him and planting her balled-up fists on her hips. She leaned over so that her face was right in front of his. "Now listen up, Neutron, you're going to be staying at my house until we can fix this problem you put yourself in." At that point in her speech, the dog grumbled irritably, shifting his haunches on the floor. "Don't give me lip! Now here are a few rules and regulations that you must follow at my house if we are not to be found out; Number one, no barking, howling, OR digging up my carpet while in my room. Number two; you will be sleeping UNDER my bed, not ON my bed, for I would rather not have a stinky dog stinking up my the place I sleep on!"

He gave her a hurt look at this last statement. He didn't stink. At least not that bad.

"Don't worry, Jimmy!" Sheen said suddenly, putting his hands on either side of the brown dog's head and pulling it to face him, "Ultra Lord will come and change you back in no time and save you from the She-Demon!" Getting a sudden icy glare from Cindy, he hastily corrected himself. "I mean… the She-Angel." He batted his eyelashes at Cindy, who gave a disgusted look, made a face at Libby, and then looked around.

"Goddard! We need you over here!" Cindy called, unsure, not knowing exactly where Jimmy's faithful mechanical pooch was. A familiar bark came from some corner of the lab, and metal feet hit the floor running. Skidding to a stop in front of the OTHER dog in the lab, Goddard did a scan to see if this was a dog from the neighborhood or one of the kids' pets. When the readings came back, Goddard stared at the other dog before letting out a horror movie-type scream and retreating into his shell.

"Goddard."

Goddard poked his head back out. "Rowrf?"

"We need you to give us a collar and leash…" Cindy said with an effort, still not believe that she was doing this. Goddard extended his robotic arm in puzzlement, holding out a blue collar and thick blue leash for the blond ponytailed eleven-year-old.

Cindy clipped the collar on Jimmy with a sigh, clipping the leash to it. "I'll call you… 'Fido', I guess." Getting a disgruntled look from her furry new companion, she glared. "We can't call you Jimmy in public. People will start to wonder, you know." Cindy imagined people thinking she was nuts and then throwing her in an asylum. She shivered and tugged on the leash, realizing that the others had already left. "C'mon… I suppose I should get you home." She waved goodbye to Goddard, who was still staring in befuddlement at his master's new appearance, and left the lab.

Sneaking her way past Jimmy's house, she made her way across the street. "Now…" she whispered to 'Fido' on the front steps of her porch, "We'll need to be absolutely quiet when we go in… my mom can't find out!" She pushed the door open. To her horror it squeaked rather loudly, and she hurried inside shutting it with another creak and a snap as it shut. She was sneaking towards the staircase when –

"Cynthia, darling, is that you? I was wondering when you would get home, dear." Cindy could hear her mothers footsteps getting closer from the kitchen.

Cindy panicked and began to push Jimmy towards the stairs. He took the hint and ran up, disappearing around a corner. She heaved a sigh of relief just as her mother came around a corner. She straightened up and feigned innocence. "Well, hi, mother dearest!" she said, in a strangely high-pitched voice, as if she were nervous about something…

Her mother gave her an odd look. "Hello, dear… well, I suppose now that you're home, why don't you go finish your homework then? Dinner should be ready in about an hour…"

"Yep, okay, thanks mom!" Cindy said quickly, not letting her mother finish what she was going to say, as she ran up the stairs, around the corner, and into her room, where she closed the door. Sliding down her door until her butt hit the floor, she sighed. "Y'know, even for Neutron this is a lot of trouble…" she muttered, as Jimmy's black nose poked out from under the blanket hanging down to the floor off her bed. He crawled a little bit further out from under the bed, just enough so that his eyes were peeking out as well. He moaned at her woefully, his tail sweeping the carpet and batting a piece of paper that was under it.

"Shhh!"

He quieted down with another small moan.

"I said shhh!"

His nose disappeared back under the bed. Unseen by Cindy, he curled up in a little ball, sighing. Things would be so difficult now that he was a dog. And he had to live with CINDY, of all people. It was a shame that Carl was allergic to dogs. He definitely could've lived with the Wheezer's snores and health foods and such until he was cured. If he was cured. He hadn't thought about that.

In fact, he hadn't thought at all about how to change a guy back into a homo sapien from animal form… What if there was no way to change back, and he was forced to try and live with Cindy forever?

The light clicked off and the door opened and shut without a word from Cindy. Jimmy sighed, peeked his nose out from under the bed, where it twitched. He fell asleep finally, his nose still twitching, still smelling all the strange smells of Cindy's room.

He woke up the next morning to find Cindy's hand under the bed with him, searching for something. It brushed over his collar, and the hand wrapped around it, dragging him out forcefully. He met a glare yet again, and began to shrivel. "You're going to school with me. I don't trust you here." Without saying another word, she clipped the leash on and led him out.

Still thirty minutes earlier for class, the two took to school at a leisurely stroll, Cindy letting Jimmy sniff trees (as dogs were accustomed to doing.).

Almost getting yanked off her feet by a very forceful tug on the leash, Cindy growled and pulled 'Fido' back. "Hey! Who's walking who, here?" she snarled through her teeth. Jimmy grumbled at her irritably, staring at her half-patiently with the big brown dog eyes, unblinking. "It's a challenge, is it!" she said, crouching down and staring right back.

Seconds passed, and Cindy's eyes began to water; Jimmy still showed no weakness or wanting to quit. Holding her eyes open as long as she could take it, she finally blinked, her eyes watering badly. Jimmy gave a loud bark, did a spin, and sat back down triumphantly. "Oh, shut up…" she mumbled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand impatiently. "You're a dog. You don't need to blink for long periods of time. Therefore, you cheated."

The dog Jimmy stood up slightly, poked his head forward, and 'harumphed'.

"Yeah, yeah. So you say."

Outside the school, Cindy tied Jimmy up to the swing's right front metal post, looking at her handiwork.

"It should hold," she said, satisfied, as he gave her a sad look. "I know you don't want to miss school, but… I don't think they'd try to teach a dog."

She left him there, put her things in her locker, and entered Miss Fowl's room. There, she was greeted by Carl and Sheen, who were trying to stack dominoes the hard way; one of top of the other, on the skinny ends instead of flat on each other. It fell over three times before they finally noticed her funny look.

"What's the matter?" Sheen asked, sweeping the dominoes back into their container.

"Nothing."

"Hey Cindy? Where's Jimmy?" Carl asked, looking out the window.

"Well, I had him tied up to the swings. Why?"

She ignored the strange looks from a few of the kids that were listening.

"Because… All I see is his leash there now."

Cindy gasped and ran outside to see… nothing.

Jimmy…

Was GONE.

A/N: Oh, god… Thank you, all of you, for the wonderful reviews on my first chapter. I would've gotten this up sooner, but being the daughter of resourcers, I've had to shell beans, pick blueberries, SORT blueberries, and sort beans…

I might not update as often as this, seeing as how school starts the 10th this year, so with my homeschool program and extra curricular activities, I'll be fairly busy. But stay tuned, my loyal fandom! (Insert random laughing noise here)

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