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

Jimmy limped up the stairs and went into the bathroom. He pulled out a rag and some iodine. He cringed as he cleaned the wound. After that was done he wrapped a bandage around it. He grabbed the mop in the closet and used it as a cane to walk to his room.

Jimmy collapsed onto his bed, deep in thought. Psychopathic serial killer? I can handle that. Having a girlfriend? I can handle that. Producing a movie? I can handle that. Two angry parents? Not so much.

The next morning Jimmy woke up and limped down the stairs. He sighed as he looked at the destroyed kitchen. "Next time we fight at Cindy's house," he muttered as he walked over to the broken refrigerator. He pulled out a carton of warm milk and finished it off. He grabbed some slices of bread and ate them dry.

Jimmy turned around and saw the gun lying on the floor. He went back upstairs and dressed up. When he came back into the kitchen a few minutes later he picked up the gun and reloaded it. He threw an extra clip of ammo into his pocket. He slipped the gun inside his right sock.

He flipped on the small television on the counter before walking into the living room and getting his jacket. He was about to step outside when he heard something interesting on the news.

"And this is an interesting story. The set of the new horror movie, Bloody Snow, received a visit late last night from a man dressed like the killer in the movie. A mannequin that looked like one of the cast was left with a knife through its head. A threatening note was scribbled onto the wall. Let's see how the threatened cast member is doing."

Jimmy sat down on the only remaining chair and stared at the television. Sarah appeared onscreen. It was hard to tell, but Jimmy thought she might have been crying.

"Well, at least he didn't kill anyone. Mr. Benjamin, the owner of the studio, says it may have just been some prank. But I'm sure not laughing. But I've worked really hard to get where I am, and I'm not throwing it away now because some masked kid threatens me."

Jimmy nodded his head in approval of Sarah's words. The screen shifted back to the anchorwoman. "Several days ago Jimmy Neutron and Cynthia Vortex, the kids who the movie is based on, were attacked by a man dressed in the same costume. It is not known at this time whether these events are connected. Mr. Benjamin insists that the movie will go on."

Jimmy sighed and buried his head in his hands. "Well, no denying it now. It's happening again." Jimmy walked out the back door and headed towards the movie studio.

Half an hour later Jimmy was shoving his way through a swarm of reporters. He managed to push through them and get into Mr. Benjamin's office.

"What is it now, Mr. Neutron?" Mr. Benjamin tiredly asked while putting a hand on his cell phone's speaker.

I've got a gun, there are witnesses outside. I'm safe. "I know it was you last night. Now stop trying to kill me."

Mr. Benjamin was angry now. "Look Steven, I'll call you back." He glared at Jimmy. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Last night. You know what I mean."

"Why in the world would I leave some stupid mannequin with a knife through its head-," he started to ask.

"Not that. Me. I know you tried to kill me. If you do it again, I swear to god I'll kill you."

Mr. Benjamin's face held a look of concern and surprise. "The killer tried to get you again?"

Now it was Jimmy's turn to be angry. "No more games! I know it was you!"

Mr. Benjamin was really confused now. "What are you talking about? I don't even know what's going on!"

Jimmy clenched his hands into fists. "You tried to kill me, then you snuck into this theater and left that, I don't know. Message thing on the wall. I heard it on the news."

Mr. Benjamin sat down in his chair and rubbed his temple. "Alright kid, two things. One, I had no idea you were attacked last night. And two, why in the world would I scratch that note into the mirror? It basically said to shut the movie down or die! This is the best thing to happen in my career! Why would I try to shut it down? I've spent the past three hours doing everything I could to keep this thing alive!"

Jimmy hadn't thought of that. God, he's right. I thought he wanted to kill me so he could change the movie. But killing me would bring in enough bad publicity to shut down the movie. But then who is trying to kill me?

Jimmy sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I've been under a lot of stress. I hope we can still do business," Jimmy told him.

"We'll discuss this later. Right now I have to try to keep this film alive," Mr. Benjamin said while ushering Jimmy out of his office.