Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
The next day Jimmy and Cindy walked into the Candy Bar. They had just come from filing a report from the police station. They saw Eustace sitting at a booth and joined them.
"Hey Jim, Cindy," Erik cheerily said.
"Uh," they both moaned.
A waitress came over to take Jimmy and Cindy's order. "What'll you two have?"
"Coffee. Black," Jimmy said.
"Same," Cindy dryly said.
The waitress wrote the orders down and left. Eric and Eustace stared at them. "Um, coffee? What happened to chocolate milk and sippy straws?" Eric teased.
Jimmy stared at him. "It's hard to sleep after being attacked by a masked murderer. Again. For the third time."
"What do you mean! He's back?" Eric nervously asked.
"That's horrible!" Eustace added.
"Here you go, kids," the waitress said as she handed Jimmy and Cindy their coffees.
Jimmy and Cindy just sucked it down. "How does it taste?" Eustace curiously asked.
"Worst thing I've ever experienced in my life," Jimmy said as he wiped his hand across his face.
"Hate to interrupt the Breakfast Club," Erik angrily told Eustace. "But what is this about a certain serial killer being back?"
"Long story short, murderer busts in. Jimmy fights and shoots him. Killer lives and runs away. We very scared," Cindy told him.
"Well, this is just not good," Eustace calmly said. "I mean, that could be enough reason for them to shut down the production of the movie."
Everyone turned to him. "What?" Erik asked, concerned about losing out on two million dollars.
"Well, people tend to not make movies when they cause serial killers to go around killing kids."
Suddenly there was a ringing sound. Jimmy reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "Alright, fine. Yep. Be there in twenty." He slammed the phone shut and stuffed it back in his pocket.
"That was Mr. Benjamin. Me and him have to talk about some film stuff. See you guys later. Bye Cind," he said while bending down and giving her a kiss.
About half an hour later Jimmy walked into Mr. Benjamin's office and took a seat. "What is it?" he asked.
Mr. Benjamin swiveled his chair around and held up a finger. He was busy talking on a phone. "Look, I don't care how much it costs, just keep those damn reporters off of this case! We are not going to let one little incident shut down the production of what could be this year's biggest movie!"
He slammed the phone down and turned to Jimmy. "I heard you and your girlfriend had a little, encounter last night."
"Yeah, we did," Jimmy suspiciously said.
"You better be glad you're alive. If you had been killed this whole movie may have been shut down."
"Yes, that is definitely the main reason I am glad to be alive. The movie can go on. That's way more important than, uh, living," Jimmy dryly said.
"At any rate, I still need to discuss with you the Calamitous idea."
Jimmy sighed. "I already told you we are not doing that idea."
Mr. Benjamin was angry now. "Listen here, kid. I'm doing you a favor, producing this crappy movie just so your dead friends can have a legacy."
"Oh, this crappy movie. You mean the biggest movie of the year?" Jimmy asked.
"There are plenty of other movie ideas. I am one of the richest and most powerful men in the world. I, and I alone, decide what this movie is about. Nothing stands in my way."
Jimmy stared the man in the eye. "I don't care how much money you have. We have signed a contract, we are producing this movie. And I looked that little binding document over. I agreed to give you the rights to all my encounters with the killer, but you must keep it true to life unless I say so."
The two men stared at each other. "I think we're just about through here," Jimmy said before walking out.