A.N: Hi! This will be my first attempt at Jimmy Neutron humor. Please feel free to flame or critique...and Please Please Please Review! (thanks)

I'm going to try something new: I will be taking votes on certain aspects of the story. When I promt a poll, just leave a reveiw with your vote included! Enjoy!

Chapter One

Carl was happy.

It was a beautiful spring day, birds were singing, the sun was shining, and his underwear, surprisingly, was not at all itchy today. He rounded the corner of the block with a smile. He was going to meet his friends, Jimmy and Sheen, at Jimmy's house…and Jimmy's mother would be there…

His thoughts were disturbed by shouting as he drew near to Jimmy's house.

"Hey, Sheen." Carl waved to his slim, dark haired friend.

"Hey, Carl." Sheen replied to his plump buddy. He took another sip of his lemonade as he sat in his lawn chair. "Pull up a seat! Jimmy and Cindy have been going at it for-" He looked at his Ultra-Lord sanctioned official fan watch. "One hour, thirteen minutes and twenty-five seconds…"

"Oh, hey, wow, that's a new record!" Carl said, pushing up his glasses.

"Not yet. They still have eight minutes, forty-four seconds to go."

"FINE!" The fiery blonde yelled, hands in the air. "I GIVE UP! If you want to be a jerky, pathetic idiot, I'm not going to worry about it. Go run into a wall or something. I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Hey, fine by me, Vortex! I was sick of your mouth the minute you opened it…SIX YEARS AGO!"

"ARGGG!" Cindy started to stomp off, frustrated by the short brown-haired genius with whom she was constantly arguing with.

"Aw, they're gonna miss the record." Carl whined, clearly disappointed.

"Not if I can help it!" Sheen said in his best superhero voice, one hand over his heart, the other waving a finger around dramatically. "I, Ultra-Sheen, defender of record arguments, shall come to the rescue!"

"Wow, Sheen, you sound just like a radio announcer!"

"Why, thank you." Sheen smiled. He had practiced the voice over the last, oh…5 years. His throat was sore, but he knew it would pay off when Ultra-Lord called up to get him to join him.

He turned to his business, Cindy, tapping her on the shoulder before she could leave.

"Hey, Cindy."

She turned to face him, fists curled. "Watch it, Ultra-Geek. I'm NOT in the mood." She started walking again, but he blocked her way.

"But, Cindy-"

"But, nothing. I'm not sticking around to argue with Nerdtron. It's not worth the breath."

"Okay, okay." Sheen said, stepping aside. She continued to her house. "If you give up, you give up. I won't stand in the way."

She spun on her heels. "What did you say?"

"Well," He said, innocently picking at his fingernails, "It's pretty obvious you're only walking away because you were losing."

"WHAT?"

"Defensive, chickola?"

She picked him up by the collar. "Oooh, you asked for it, dork!"

"Hey, leave him alone!" Jimmy called out. He smiled cockily. "He was starting to make some sense!"

"Reeeeeally?" She laughed, sarcastically. She dropped Sheen and turned her attention to Jimmy again.

"Well, it's kind of obvious you're just jealous of my mental aptitude." Jimmy said, smiling.

"Oh, NOW IT'S ON , NERDTRON!"

Carl smiled at Sheen. "Wowwww, Sheen, you're good!"

Sheen glanced at the resumed fighting. Hitching up his belt and swaggering back to his chair, desperado-style, he chuckled. "Was there ever a doubt, amiego-Carlito?" With that, he spit a wad and resumed clocking the argument.

"She is the most- ARGH! I just! Ohh!"

"Wow, Jimmy, you can't even finish a sentence." Carl said, a bit leery of Jimmy. For a genius, he sure was moody.

"Hey, Carl, I bet we could fry an egg on his head!" Sheen teased with a laugh.

"She gets me so….ARGG!"

"He's just…so…AHHHH!" Cindy complained, flopping onto her bed. "What a self-centered, stupid, short little- ARGG!"

Libby rolled her eyes. She had heard this whole thing many, many times before. "Why do you even bother talking to him if all you do is argue?"

"I don't know! I'm not going to anymore, that's for sure!"

"Riiight. Until he makes you mad and you have to take him on."

"Somebody has to, Libby. Somebody has to deflate his big, ugly, full of nothing head ONCE IN A WHILE!"

"And it's gotta be you, huh?"