Disclaimer: I don't own JN, never have, and never will. Jimmy Neutron is copyright DNA Productions, Inc. and Nickelodeon Studios.

In Earth's orbit lazily drifted a large, metallic ship. Inside the giant machine, a tall brown-haired woman of undetermined age laughed maniacally while standing in front of a dark brown middle-sized dog. The dog was leashed to the wall with a brightly illuminated cord, attached to a plain and ordinary looking collar with a small black box attached to it. The woman was dressed in a camouflage getup, her top hugging her body and her pants clinging, but not so tight. Her brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders.

"So, tell me, James dearest, what kind of invention went wrong this time? I'm sure your girlfriend wasn't too thrilled."

The dog bared his teeth and snarled angrily in protest. His body lit up with a blue light as a large amount of electricity forcefully coursed through his body. Left panting, the woman laughed.

Jimmy Neutron's eyes glared at her with a hatred that had amounted since their last meeting. He barked several times, the sound resounding within the metal interior of the vessel. The woman only laughed, and turned back to the computer screen set into her control board.

"Ah! I see they've discovered your disappearance. Well, Jimmy Neutron, the game is on!"

Sheen and Carl were patiently staring at Cindy with dumb smiles, not comprehending the current situation. Cindy was simply staring back. "You do realize what this means, don't you?"

Carl looked at Sheen and Sheen looked at Carl. Several seconds passed. "…Yes?"

"You don't, do you."

Both boys fidgeted. "…No…" they both whispered, looking up at Cindy.

She heaved an inward sigh. "Jimmy's either run off, in which case he could get nabbed by the Dog catcher, get run over by a car, or worse…" she shivered for a moment, before continuing. "Or he could have been abducted. Who knows just how many enemies he's got now?" She mused on this for several minutes before her eyes lit up.

"Carl. Who are the most recent Villain's Jimmy's battled?" she asked, putting her face right in Carl's.

Carl squirmed under her hard gaze, trying to think, but all he could think of was…

Cheese.

Carl squeezed his eyes shut, choking under pressure. He finally screamed "I DON'T KNOW, OKAY!" Beginning to sob uncontrollably, he fell down to his knees.

Cindy gave up and looked at Sheen. "Do you know?"

He half-nodded. "There was this one villain who outraged me so much because she said Ultra Lord was just a stupid doll and he'd never save us or anything… which… he didn't… but so what! She insulted Ultra Lord!"

Cindy stared at him for a few minutes before making a little gesture.

"What?" Sheen asked, suddenly jumping out of his thoughts of the evil lady who insulted his idol.

"…" Cindy waited a few more seconds before saying, "Her name!"

"Ohhhh… that. I think she said her name was Nharapiku. No wait… Nharashintu?" Cindy made a threatening gesture before he finally screamed. "IT WAS NHARYSSALYN, DON'T HURT ME!" He fell to the ground at her feet, making little noises. "Spare me, O Great One!"

She made a disgusted grunt before running off, leaving Carl and Sheen alone on the steps of Lindbergh Elementary.

"Was it something I said?" Sheen asked quizzically, looking at Carl, who just shrugged, pulling a piece of cheese out of his pocket and smiling happily.

Cindy held up a piece of Jimmy's hair that she had pilfered from her room, hoping against hope that the dog DNA hadn't changed his hair. She held it in front of the DNA Scanner, and the door of the clubhouse swung open.

"Welcome home, Jimmy," VOX said, closing the door behind Cindy. She shook her head and activated the trap door into the Lab as Cindy had seen Jimmy do so many times over. Lowering into the lab on a platform, Cindy shivered slightly. The temperature was moderately colder than the outside.

Running over to Jimmy's Captain's Chair (as he called it), she plopped herself down into it, the chair swinging around to face the giant LCD screen taking up most of that side of the wall.

"VOX!" Cindy said clearly, "Show coordinates of subject James Isaac Neutron," she said, staring hard at the screen.

"Error: Insufficient Command."

"Okay then… Show coordinates of subject Jimmy Neutron."

"Command accepted. Searching for coordinates of Jimmy Neutron."

A searching screen appeared upon the computer, and as the digits climbed into the millions, Cindy wondered just how many files Jimmy had on his computer. Big flashing letters appeared on the screen;

SUBJECT JIMMY NEUTRON NOT FOUND IN RETROVILLE. SCAN CONTINENT?

Cindy looked bewildered. "Yes."

SCANNING…

SUBJECT JIMMY NEUTRON NOT FOUND.

Cindy banged her head on James's keyboard with a loud groan of frustration. A loud beeping brought her head back up, a slight bruise on her forehead from where the keys hit her skin. The screen was illuminated red, with flashing numbers and letters scrolling repeatedly across the screen;

SUBJECT JIMMY NEUTRON FUSING WITH DOG DNA. ESTIMATED TIME UNTIL COMPLETION:

T-MINUS 6:00:00:00

As Cindy watched, horrified, the milliseconds began reeling across the screen, seconds flashing by. "VOX!" she cried suddenly, "Open DNA scanner. Scan subject Jimmy Neutron's DNA and begin formulating a cure."

A hatch that looked very much like a CD drive opened and Cindy placed the hair upon it. She pushed it closed and the count-down screen disappeared, replaced by a model of the DNA, which had begun to change color at the base. Various numbers, letters, and symbols began flashing across the screen as Cindy began formulating something to help Jimmy's problem.

"As much as I hate to help my enemy," she sighed, taking up beakers as VOX began to help her fix something and Goddard came running out to assist, tipped off by his connection with VOX's system, "I'd hate to have to argue with a dog for the remainder of my scholarship. That kind of thing gets you a mandatory six months of people pointing and going 'Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyaaaaaah', with the possibility of going to Juvenile Hall for hurting someone." Goddard twisted his head around, understanding but not quite understanding. Cindy gave a wry smile and patted Goddard on the head, mixing three different test tubes together, and the formula hissed dangerously and turned a nasty shade of green.

Goddard whined woefully and nudged Cindy's side. As if to torment her, he began to play old scenes from past experiences between Jimmy and Cindy. Suddenly scenes from the time they were stranded on that island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean began to play, and Cindy glared. "Goddard! Stop that!" she cried, wondering just how that footage was in Goddard's memory. Goddard paused on a picture of the pearl in it's holder that Jimmy had given her.

Her eyes widened with remembrance at Jimmy's kindness, and just how many times he had saved her. His sweet embrace, holding hands and sitting close for the sunset –

Her face set in grim determination, she worked for the next hour in almost complete silence, aside from giving VOX commands and debating the outcome of some serums with Goddard.

Another hour went by as Cindy toiled over the formulations and equations, seeming to run into endless dead-ends. Moaning in frustration, she finally sat down, the lab coat she had donned earlier having several noticeable burn marks on it as well as a large spot on her pants.

She rubbed her forehead as Goddard stayed by her sympathetically, knowing the situation but also knowing there was nothing he could do; his mental capacity was very limited, being only an artificially intelligent robotic canine. Cindy loudly and noticeably sighed, glancing at the computer screen;

T-MINUS 3:57:25:39

She got up and threw herself back into the effort, until 2:00:00:00 flashed on the screen. The DNA strand was three-quarters full, and slowly filling up. Holding up a clear beaker to the light, Cindy sighed. "Well, this is as far as I'll get." She gulped. "I just have to hope this works…"

A/N: Well, here it is. Modified, stretched (slightly), and beautiful in all it's new-ish glory. Hope you like it.

Person in Mexico: Heh, I know it's kind of weird, but I made up my own villain for this episode. I hope you all don't mind that. I couldn't really think of a fit villain for this particular fanfiction, so I just made one up. I made up the name, too, so it's most likely not-heard-before. Then again, I once made up a name and either it was already made up OR someone stole it from me, because I ran into someone using that same name.

So anyway… thank you all for the wonderful reviews, and I'm sorry for not updating so soon. School's been hard. My brother and I are both homeschooled, and I've been having to help him with classes as well as my own. I'm going to try and start doubling up on classes three days a week so that I can have four days a week off, which gives me plenty of time to update.

And most of you will have noticed the 'a mandatory six months of people pointing and going 'Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyaaaaaah' thing. Yes, I did take that from the Trading Faces episode. I thought that maybe a little Cindy-style humor would be in order at such a tense moment, especially considering the circumstances.

And so concludes the rambling of an insane writer.