Author's Note: Thanks to all of my reviewers, especially acosta pérez josé ramiro and superdork398. These guys give really descriptive reviews.

I've got twenty-one reviews so far, and that's a lot. But let's see if we can stretch that out to forty. Can we do it? Only if you all pitch in and type a few words! (Corny, yes. But I do like reviews.)

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

Jimmy desperately scrambled for the seat belt as the car started swerving around. He let out a sigh of relief as he heard the click of the device working. He then turned towards Cindy. "Cindy! You can't be serious about stealing this car!"

Cindy clenched her teeth as she swerved out of the way of a lady carrying several shopping bags. Two more floors and we're out of the garage. "It's out best chance of getting out of here. We might be breaking the law, but..."

"Who cares about the stupid law? I just don't want to die! You've already slammed into a wall and nearly hit two," Jimmy looked out his window as they took another sharp turn, "three people!"

"You want to drive?" Cindy angrily shouted while sliding down a ramp onto the second floor. Jimmy remained silent. "Then shut up and look out for the cops!"

Jimmy nervously rapped his fingers against the armrest before turning around and looking out the back window.

Cindy slowed down as she maneuvered between the crowded parking lot. People stared in awe as the eleven-year olds flew by them.

"Yes! We're on the highway! We made it! We made it!" Cindy's face turned from joy to horror. "We made it and we're in the wrong lane. WE'RE IN THE WRONG LANE!" she screamed.

Jimmy and Cindy both grabbed onto the steering wheel and turned it sharply to the right. They then straightened the car out after lightly tapping a minivan.

Cindy breathed a sigh of relief as they started to ride at a comfortable speed down a straight road. "You know, this is kind of nice. We both should take a road trip when we get back to Retroville," Cindy said while flashing a smile at Jimmy.

Jimmy took a quick glance behind him and saw nothing out of the ordinary happening on the road. "We might have lost them, but the cops will find us soon."

"Check through the glove compartment and see what you can find," Cindy suggested.

Jimmy pulled the tiny door open and ruffled through the contents inside. "A lighter, some pens, a few napkins, a pack of cigarettes," he said while throwing them all in his backpack. "And his wallet."

Jimmy shut the glove compartment's door as he leaned back in his seat and leafed through the wallet. "Some credit cards and twenty bucks," he told Cindy while putting the money in his pocket. "Credit cards won't do us any good, we don't want to leave a trail." He fingered them for a moment before putting them in his pocket anyways.

Jimmy looked underneath his seat after bending down to pick up a fallen pencil. "This could come in handy," he said while pulling out a cell phone.

Cindy quickly looked over and smiled a little. "Call Libby. I want to see what's going on back on the home front."

"Ten-four good buddy," Jimmy said while flipping open the phone. "Hey, this things got solitaire!" he happily exclaimed.

"Will you just dial the damn thing!" Cindy yelled.

Jimmy started to push a button, but the noise of sirens behind them distracted him. "It's the fuzz!"

"What?" Cindy exasperatedly asked.

"Cherry-tops! Cheese it!" Jimmy nervously shouted.

"What the heck are you trying to say?"

Jimmy angrily sighed. "It's the cops, ok? The cops."

Cindy took a quick glance behind her to verify Jimmy's information. "Ready?" she asked while looking at Jimmy.

"Always," Jimmy nodded.

Cindy nodded as well and turned her attention back to the road. "Right. Then let's do it!" she said while flooring the gas pedal.