Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any Related characters.
Several days later the four friends were sitting in a fancy waiting room. After much debating, their parents had agreed to let them handle this themselves. Although they still didn't have any idea on what was going on.
"I still don't have any idea on what is going on," Eustace angrily said while flipping through a magazine.
"What else is new?" Jimmy mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" Eustace asked.
"I said wood shelves are few. I need more, but I don't know where to find any," Jimmy said while smiling at Cindy. Eustace just snarled and went back to his magazine.
"Mr. Neutron and party," the secretary shouted several moments later. The four kids walked into Mr. Benjamin's office.
"Ah, Mr. Neutron. Please, sit. Can I offer you or your friends anything? Some fruit juice, perhaps?" Mr. Benjamin said while putting down his papers.
"Oh, that would be super swell. Maybe then we could have some animal crackers and watch Blue's Clues," Eustace sarcastically said.
"Anyway," Jimmy interrupted while giving Eustace a nasty glare, "you wanted to talk about some sort of movie deal?"
Mr. Benjamin smiled. "As I'm sure you may know, slasher films have recently made a comeback in the movie business. Wes Craven's Scream trilogy has opened the door for a new age of horror films."
"What does that have to do with us?" Cindy suspiciously asked.
"I heard about you kids on the news a while back. Your story intrigued me. A bunch of kids trapped in a school with a killer who plays by the rules of horror films? It sounded like a good idea for a movie. And the fact that it is a true story makes it all the more marketable," Mr. Benjamin told them.
"So you're saying that you want to make a movie about our experience last Christmas?" Jimmy angrily asked.
"Exactly."
Jimmy jumped up from his seat. "Unbelievable! Five people died that day. My girlfriend, the woman I've loved since I first met her, was stabbed! She looked me in the eyes and told me she was dying! I held her in my arms, praying to god that she'd be ok! We lost not only our classmates, but our friends! And you want to make it a movie?"
Mr. Benjamin stayed in his seat and calmly looked at Jimmy. "There's at least two million dollars in it for each of you."
"When can we start?" Jimmy immediately asked.
"What!" Erik, Eustace, and Cindy shouted.
"Can we please have a moment alone?" Jimmy asked Mr. Benjamin.
"Of course. I'll go get some coffee and be back in ten minutes," he said while leaving the room.
"What the hell was that?" Eustace asked.
"Remember what happened the last time we shot a movie?" Cindy asked.
"Just listen!" Jimmy told them. They angrily sat back down and shut up. "This is the perfect chance to get some closure. We get to go over every aspect of the killings, and understand it. We can get a better understanding about what happened and put the whole mess behind us."
"And making a movie is the best way to forget something?" Eric asked.
"The way I see it, we get closure and millions of dollars," Jimmy calmly told them.
"Might I bring something up?" Cindy asked.
"Of course, sweetheart." Erik and Eustace made a gagging motion.
"The killers played by the rules of horror films, right?" she asked. Jimmy nodded her head. "Don't you think this would be the perfect opportunity to start the killings again? Making a movie about what happened?"
"Possibly. But he, or she, could strike again at any time. The fact is, we're always in danger. This is a way to close the door on the past. Do this one thing and learn what really happened. Gain some insight on the situation. And I know that you want the money just as much as I do. Think about it, guys. Millionaires," Jimmy dreamily told them.
Cindy and Eric looked up at the ceiling, dreaming about swimming in money. "Well, I guess we could give it a shot," Erik said.
"And it would be a good way for the whole world to learn about how our friends died. You know, understand what really happened to them," Cindy added.
"I already have millions of dollars! I just want to forget this whole mess!" Eustace shouted.
"Look, it's three-to-one. You don't even have to be involved in this. But we're going to," Jimmy told him.
Eustace sat in his chair and rubbed his chin. After a minute or two he let out a deep sigh. "Fine, if you're all going to do it, I guess I might as well. But I don't like it."