AN: As usual, I must apologize for the lack of updates lately. I had a bit of writer's block. I knew where I was going, but I didn't know how to get there, haha! Since everyone was so generous with thier reviews (THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!), I've replied to them at the end of the chapter so as to get to the chapter faster.

Anyway, in this chapter, we get to see...DUM-DA-DA-DUM! ...CARL'S FUTURE! That's right, Carl fans! The wait is over!

I hope you like it, and please, please reveiw!

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Chapter 11

They walked into the Candy Bar, and immediately took in a breath of the familiar candy-scented air.

"Well, at least this place looks the same." Cindy smiled.

"Yeah- I would have never thought so many of the shops would go outta business!" Libby replied.

"The tito- titar- um…that place with the greeting cards is still there!" Sheen contradicted, while eyeing the menu board.

Carl was already looking at the desserts when Jimmy had found the group's old spot.

"Guys! Here's our old seat." He said, with a smile.

Sheen ambled over to the spot. "Aw, yeah, baby! Here's my initials!" He exclaimed, reading upside down the name scrolled on the bottom of the table.

"Sheen!" Libby said, hand on her hips. "I can't believe you!"

"What?" Sheen asked, confused.

"Yeah. Way to deface private property, Ultra-Dork." Cindy insinuated.

"You can't just carve your name anywhere you like, Sheen" Jimmy reminded him.

Sheen stood up again, facing his friends (and Cindy) with arms crossed. "I can't believe you guys! Take a look, ye of little faith!"

With a wary glance at each other, they obeyed Sheen's demand and took a look under the table.

Meanwhile, Carl jumped at the sudden voice of the guy behind the counter.

"Hey! Welcome to the candy bar! Can I get you anything?"

"Who are you?" Carl asked, scratching his head in confusion.

"I'm Bill." he man replied, with a wide grin. "I'm the manager here!"

With a wide blink of his eyes, Carl took a step backward in fear. "What have you done with Sam!"

Bill blinked back, in confusion, until a grin lit his face again. "Oh! You must have heard about him, huh? He doesn't live in Retroville anymore- he runs a super-chain of Candy Bars from an island in the south pacific. He struck it big with his 'liquid candy'."

"Liquid candy?"

"Here, try some- on the house." Bill handed Carl a glass, in which a purplish concoction bubbled.

Carl took a drink of the mixture, and a wide smile filled his face. "Wow, that's really good!"

"Yep. It was invented by a friend of Sam's- a boy genius!"

Carl laughed. "Hey! I bet that was Jimmy!"

Bill smiled once more. "Do you know about him?"

"Know about him? I'm his best friend!"

Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're kind of…young."

Carl tilted his head, before he remembered the time in which they were.

"Yeah, well, ah, I…walk his…cat?"

Bill gave him a strange look once more. "You're his best friend, and you walk his cat?"

"It's a complicated relationship?" Carl said, uncertainly.

Bill laughed, amused by the strange kid before him. As he turned to grab a rag with which to polish the counters, he said "What's your name, kid?"

"Carl Wheezer."

Bill whirled back to face Carl, astonished look upon his face. "As in, THE Carl Wheezer? Are you related?"

Carl inched back from the excited man. "I…I guess so…" He said, nervously, not knowing how to answer. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Wow!" Bill said, clapping his hand to his forehead. "You must be related to him! I can't believe I didn't see the resemblance! I'm such a fan!"

"Fan?" Carl asked, in confusion.

"Of course!" Bill's eyes grew dreamy as he sighed. "His Llama-hair fashion line has changed my life…" Wiping a tear from his eye, he leaned toward Carl in glee. "Could you get his autograph for me?"

"Ll-ll-llama-hair fashion line?" Carl confirmed.

"Yes, of course!" Bill nodded vigorously. He took a whispered tone as Carl leaned in to hear his words: "Cotton makes me chafe." He drew back at the words, and gave a hearty laugh as he continued in a normal voice: "Mr.Wheezer's clothes are safe for the environment, and the designs…(sigh)…oh, how they speak to my soul!"

Carl, mouth agape in surprise, was unable to answer.

"Why, I visited his Llama farm just last week! I have a frequent visitor pass to the Llama Museum."

"Ll-ll-llama museum?" Carl repeated.

"Yep. Let's see, where did I put that brochure?" As Bill searched behind the counter, Carl blinked, trying to take it all in.

Meanwhile, back at the tables, Sheen smiled in satisfaction. "And that is how I got the gum to stick in the shape of my name! It actually stayed 15 years! It's gotta be a new world record!"

The others, less than thrilled (and slightly nauseous) at this lengthy narrative of gum placement, returned their gaze to Carl and Bill.

"What's Carl doing?" Jimmy mumbled to himself, happy for a change of subject. They walked over to investigate the reason for the strange look on Carl's face.

"Guys!" Carl whispered to the gang- "I- I have a Llama farm! And museum!"

"Llama farm?" Cindy whispered in amazement.

"Llama museum?" Libby confirmed, dubiously.

"Wow, Carl!" Jimmy congratulated his friend, "That's…um…great!"

"What kinda crrrrrrazy person," Sheen asked, twirling his hand around his ear to emphasize his words, "Would go to a-"

"Here it is!" Bill cried in happiness, reemerging into the conversation, brochure in hand. He spread out the brochure in front of them. With every unfolding, it seemed to be bigger and bigger, until it spanned the entire area of the counter before them. "Wheezer's Llama Land- and Museum™ !"

The others were speechless as they gazed at the huge stone castle pictured before them ("Wheezer household", it read below), the acres of Llama- filled greenery, and the even bigger building, entitled 'Llama Museum and Gift Shop.'

"Mr. Wheezer-" Bill read from the brochure, admiringly, "Revolutionized the fashion industry when he began breeding specialty Llamas- they are super-producing, super-intelligent, and eat fifty percent less than inferior breeds! Other have tried to duplicate his Super-Llamas ©, but every one of them failed. The wool produced by these wonderful animals is formulated into Mr.Wheezer's cloth- which is then cut into styles created by the very same master of Llama wool himself!" Bill took an admiring breath and continued. "After he amassed a sizeable fortune from the sale of his immensely popular clothes, he decided to give back to the community of Llama lovers that had befriended and helped him. Thus, "Wheezer's Llama Land and Museum ™" was born! He also generously gives to the "Save the Llamas" fund, which goes into not only preserving rare breeds of Llama, but also attempts to educate people about the need for Llama protection, and proper care." With the end of the lengthy shpeal, the group stood, allowing this to sink in.

Finally, Carl broke the silence with a "WAHOO! I SAVED THE LLAMAS!"

Cindy rolled her eyes, unimpressed. "Yea." She proclaimed, sarcasm obviously unnoticed by Carl.

Jimmy managed to overcome the dubious look on his face and smile at his friend. "Congratulations, Carl. You accomplished your dream!"

"Yeah, way to go, man!" Sheen agreed, slapping his thrilled friend on the back.

Even Libby managed a smile, ignoring the cynicism of her best friend. "I'm real happy for you, Carl."

"All my life," Carl now said, with a dreamy whisper, "I've dreamt of this moment." He turned to Bill, ecstatically. "Thank you." He whispered, wiping a tear from his eye. "Thank you so much"

"Uh-" Bill interrupted, scratching his head, "No problem. I'm sure what you're talking about, but-" He smiled as he folded up the brochure. "if you want to keep this, go ahead. I've got a couple more at home."

Carl received the brochure with a grin. Holding it close to his chest, he sighed dreamily.

After a moment, Cindy broke the silence. "Well. As fascinating as this was, can we get back to business?"

"Yeah, I wanna see my future manly self!" Sheen agreed.

"But, guys, look!" Carl argued, looking once more at the brochure. "My Llama farm is so close! Can't we go see it? "

The group exchanged glances.

"No way! I want to see where I live." Cindy commanded.

"Uh-uh. I want to see me first." Libby put in.

"I want to-"

"WE ARE GOING TO SEE THE LLAMAS AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!" Carl shouted, surprising the group.

"Geez, Llama dork, no need to get all upset about it." Cindy commented, rolling her eyes for extra effect.

"Yeah, Carl, if you really want to, we can see you first." Libby consoled him.

Sheen stuck out his lip. "But, but-"

"Don't worry, Sheen," Jimmy said, putting a hand on his shoulder as they followed Carl from the shop, "We came in a time machine. We'll have plenty of time to see every one of our future selves."

Sheen brightened into a big grin. "Okay! Let's go!" He said, and like a shot, he was gone with the group.

Jimmy paused for a moment, considering. "Not that I'm in a big hurry to see myself…but now that I think about it, maybe I can interview myself to get more information about how I got into that mess. I just know I can prevent this…"

Finally, he shook himself from his thoughts and joined the group once more.

Reveiwers:

Mysticofthepen; Little Eirtae: I am soooo sorry! Here's the next chapter for you!
ShadowDog34: Hey! I want some popcorn!
Ieyre: Thank you! I'm glad to hear I'm keeping them in character- warn me if I start straying, guys!
romance junkie: Hey, now, hey now. Watch the language! Haha, here's another chapter!
Sayiangirl; purpleNova823; bittanybook; crazybluephantom; kingdom219: Thanks for reviewing! Now go do it again! ;)
Jcfever; Readrbug21: Haha, you poor distracted things. Read this chapter, you need more JN!
ShNLo: "GIR! Get away from that thing! It's spreading your stupid!"
CindyVortex9; Nomia: (shifty eyes) You must speak of this to no one! NO ONE!
Snowboarder9: Nooooo! Wait. … … … Nooooo!
acosta pérez josé ramiro: Thanks! I'm glad you liked the argument, it was so fun to write! As to Jimmy seeing pictures…wellllll, we'll just save that for later….(shifty eyes)
Nickel-Lover2005: What's red?
TheInVisibleGirl: (turns to men in white coats) Never mind, she's gonna be fine!
Gangtsagirl1: Well, if you admit it was funny, then it was exactly what I wanted. I agree it was too short, but also don't want to give away all the "future selves" right away…
CindyNeutron3: ! Wow. I do have a fan. WHHEEEEEE! … … O.o … … What?