"Hmph." Exclaimed Jimmy. "She's so full of it."
"Why's that?" Sheen asked distractedly, as he examined the invisible hamster in its cage. Well, trying to. It's hard to examine something you can't see.
"She said all my inventions either are stupid or ineffectual!"
"What does ineffectual mean?" Carl asked.
"Inadequate. Derisory. Mediocre."
Carl blinked.
Sheen slapped his forehead with his hand. "Jimmy!" He reprimanded, putting his hands on Jimmy's shoulders. "How many times do we have to tell you! One syllable or less!"
Jimmy sighed. It was hard having an amazing vocabulary with no one to use it on. Carl and Sheen always gave him blank looks like this. In fact, even teachers looked at him this way. Everyone did. Well, except Cindy. At least she understood basic lexis. (A.N.: That means language, not a car!) That's Cindy, he smiled to himself. Basic! Ha!
"Jimmy?" Sheen shook him. "Helllloooo?"
"Sorry, Sheen."
Sheen narrowed an eye. "What are you smiling about?"
"Just a little joke, Sheen. Where were we?"
"Medi-tatoe."
"What?"
"You know, those weird big words." Sheen explained. "Derrière or whatever."
"That was derisory, Sheen. It means…um…" He searched his mind for a simpler term. "Pathetic."
"But, Jimmy," Carl said, "Your inventions aren't pathetic."
"Thanks, Carl, that means a lot to me."
"No problem!" Carl said, smiling. Then, noticing the look on Jimmy and Sheen's faces, he asked, "What?"
Sheen snickered. Jimmy looked grossed out.
"Dude!" Sheen laughed. "You have a wiener in your nose!"
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Cindy opened the note Libby had flicked at her. Keeping an eye on Miss Fowl, she read it quickly.
Hey, girl, you're all smiles today. What's up?
Cindy scribbled a reply and flicked the paper back.
Having a good day, Lib. Mom packed my favorite lunch, I have my report all set, and best of all, a half-hour into class time and no sign of Nerdtron! Could my day be any better?
Libby glanced at her friend, smiling.
"Sorry I'm late, Miss Fowl!"
Cindy's smile dropped. Libby rolled her eyes. "I'aaaaam going to have to marrrrk you tardy, Jimmy."
"But, Miss Fowl, I have a note this time! I was up late last night fixing our refrigerator, but when I tried to replace the cooling agent with my Neutron freeze-fast formula, something went wrong and-"
"Something went wrong? With a Jimmy Neutron invention?" Cindy exclaimed, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Gee, I can't imagine."
Jimmy glared at his arch-foe. Miss Fowl stood from her seat, taking the late note. "Yes, well, taaaaake your seat, Jimmy. Let's get back to the lesson, ClaaaAAAss!"
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Sheen swung his fork (upon which was heaped some kind of hideous, puke-inducing cafeteria food) dramatically. "So then Ultra Lord turned to the mushroom people" he continued, his narrative coming to an exiting point, "of Darolda 8 for assistance in stopping the evil" At the word Evil, he thrust his fork upward, causing the mush to sail for the ceiling. He never noticed. "robotic Porchons from-"
"Sheen" Jimmy interrupted, having narrowly escaped by now several aforementioned flingings, "as fascinating as this, um, Ultra-Lord episode play-by-play is, I think it's time we get down to business."
"Business?" Carl asked.
Sheen stuck out his lower lip in defense, but soon let it go. They just didn't appreciate the complexities of Ultra-Lord. Poor things.
"I've been working on a new invention." Jimmy stated, leaaning in toward his friends.
They leaned forward as well, as Jimmy continued in a hushed tone.
"Wait until you see it! You'll never belive..."
"What is it?" Sheen demanded, impatiently wanting to get to the piont. Ultra Lord never wasted time on plesantries.
"It's called-"
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A.N.: Hey, time for the first poll! What should the invention be?I'll give you two catagories and you suggest something to me! I'll be looking forward to your ideas/opinions, (And I just might pick a different catagory suggestion if it's real good...)
1. Energy conversion
2. Recycling