Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews. And if you haven't noticed, I changed my user lookup. You might want to give it a look.

And snowboarder9, I agree it's unlikely a mother would act like that, but what about that mom that drowned her five kids? Sometimes people just lose it.

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

About twenty minutes later, Jimmy and Cindy carefully stepped off the bus. They took a look at their new surroundings.

"I think this is Austin," Jimmy remarked as he headed down the sidewalk.

Cindy nodded. They walked in silence, not sure where they were headed. Guess I have to do it. "Hey Neutron?" she weakly asked.

Jimmy turned to her. "Yeah?"

Cindy cleared her throat as they continued walking. "Thanks. For you know, back there. And here."

Jimmy just nodded and kept on walking. Finally, he asked the question that had been plaguing his mind for hours. "So, you were planning to move away with your dad?"

Cindy stopped walking and stared at him. "Yeah."

Jimmy sat down on the curb and ran his hands through his hair. "Why didn't you want to stay here?"

Cindy took a seat next to him. "I would have been living with the nutcase who's trying to kill us."

Jimmy nodded. "So if we make it through this, get your mom in jail or whatever, you'll be leaving Retroville?"

Cindy nodded. "Yeah, guess so."

Jimmy scratched the back of his neck and solemnly nodded his head. "Well, ok then."

He hopped up and started walking down the sidewalk, going twice as fast as before. He could hear Cindy struggling to keep up with him.

"Why? Do you care if I move?"

Jimmy let out a light laugh. "Just curious, Vortex."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Guess I'm just upset that I won't have anyone to make my life miserable anymore," Jimmy coldly said while brushing past some businessmen.

"Admit it, Neutron. You can't stand the thought of me leaving," Cindy told him as she caught up with him again.

Jimmy looked to his right and saw a mall down the street. "Let's head over there. We can get some breakfast," he said while running off.

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Jimmy and Cindy entered the mall. Jimmy headed towards the food court, but Cindy grabbed his arm. "People think we've been kidnapped. Our faces will be all over the news. We have to disguise ourselves."

Jimmy sadly took a look at his clothes and nodded. Cindy grabbed his hand and led him to a department store.

Cindy was fingering through the pairs of jeans on a rack. "Do these look good?" she asked while holding a pair up.

Leave it to Vortex to shop while escaping a murderous parent. Jimmy sighed. "Yes, Cindy. And the one before those looked good too. And the one before that. And the one before that. We've been here an hour, can you just pick out a stupid pair of pants?"

Cindy glared at him before turning her head and throwing a couple of pairs of jeans over her arm. "Let's get some stuff for you."

Jimmy nodded and headed across the aisle to boys section. He quickly grabbed two shirts and a couple of pairs of pants off of a rack. He turned to Cindy triumphantly. "Done."

Cindy stared at him for a moment, but nodded. "Follow me." She started walking to the other end of the mall.

Several moments later, Cindy was fingering through a spinning display of sunglasses. She picked one up and checked herself out in the mirror. She shrugged and put them in her shopping basket. She then walked over to the makeup area. She picked up two bottles. "Should I be a redhead or brunette?"

"You're changing your hair?" Jimmy asked, surprised.

"It's my most noticeable feature. And you're going to have to do something about yours, you know. You're the only kid in the U.S. who's hair looks like an ice cream cone."

Jimmy gently fingered a few strands of his hair. "Brunette." Cindy smiled.

After they had paid for their merchandise, they exited the store and looked around. "We better change now. In the bathrooms, I suppose," Jimmy said while heading off.

Cindy followed him, but grabbed his arm as he went to push open the men's room door. "The girl's rooms are better. Trust me." He shrugged and followed her inside after she yelled that it was all clear.

Jimmy stared in awe at the sparkling sinks, the carpeted stall doors, the bench with pillows and a magazine stand. "Why the heck are your bathrooms so nice?"

Cindy went over to a stall and locked the door. "We couldn't vote for a hundred and fifty years. We deserve a nice sink," she said while changing into her new clothes.

Jimmy went into the next stall over and locked the door. "It's an automatic flusher!" he shouted in disbelief while shaking his head. He then took out his new shirt and jeans and put them on.

They both stepped out of their stalls at the same time and looked at each other. "Huh," they both said. They walked over to the sinks. Cindy pulled out a bottle of hair dye, and Jimmy pulled out a pair of scissors.

They bother grimaced as they lifted their tools. "We really have to do this?" Jimmy sadly asked.

"Yep," Cindy replied, not sounding too happy.

Jimmy sadly began chopping off locks of his hair. "So why won't the cops help us?"

Cindy poured some of the liquid onto her hair and started rubbing it in. "My mom's got a lot of money and a lot of connections."

Ten minutes later, they both looked up and surveyed their new looks in the mirrors. They then stared at each other.

Jimmy laughed a little as he stared at Cindy. She shot him an icy glare. "I'm sorry," he said between chuckles. "It's just I never expected to see you with black hair. It looks good though. Kind of cute." Jimmy quickly turned his head away after saying that.

Cindy smiled as she examined Jimmy's new look. "You don't look too bad, either. But your left side is a little uneven. I'll fix it," she said while walking over to him and taking the scissors out of his hand. "I've still got some of that dye if you want to..."

"Forget it," Jimmy angrily told her.

"Alright, I'm just throwing it out there," Cindy said while closing her right eye and examining Jimmy's head. "You know, your head doesn't look so big once you chop all the hair off." She snipped a few more strands. "Perfect."

Jimmy nodded as he surveyed himself in the mirror. "Well, here we go," he said while pushing open the bathroom door. Cindy thanked him and walked out. He stared at her for a moment before letting go of the door and running after her.