Author's Note: I have a few quick things to address here.
1) There is no way that I am deleting this story, and I will most likely never do it in the future. I have this story planned up to about chapter fifteen. This story should easily surpass twenty chapters.
2) Thanks EL CHUPACABRA and samuraistar for noticing. I am trying to make all the names of al the chapters be song titles. Not necessarily Green Day, though. (But I am a big fan.) The title of the song may go with what the chapter deals with, but it's usually what the song is about that's important. Listening to those songs while reading the chapters might heighten the experience.
3) Thanks to all my other reviewers. Twenty-six reviews at this point. Thanks guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
Cindy quickly maneuvered around several cars. "Jimmy, how close..."
"About five cars down," Jimmy said while looking behind him. "How fast can this thing go?"
Cindy took a quick look at the dashboard. "Speedometer goes up to ninety."
Jimmy nodded as two cop cars moved another car closer. "Closing in fast, Cind. Better floor it," he advised.
"The highway's packed, Neutron! Not much room to maneuver. And it's not helping that my hair clears the dashboard by three inches!"
Jimmy unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed onto his seat as the car shook. "Steady it! I need to get something!"
As Cindy tried her hardest to steady the car, Jimmy crawled between the two front seats into the back. He started rooting around under the seats.
"What are you doing?" Cindy asked while taking a right turn onto an exit ramp.
Jimmy didn't answer as he pulled out two baseballs. Guy must have kids. He rolled down his window and clutched one in his right hand. "Life or death, right Cindy?"
"Do what you gotta do, Big Brain!" she shouted.
Jimmy nodded and gulped. Please don't let anyone get hurt. Jimmy stuck half his body out the window and threw the ball as hard as he could at the cop's windshield. As the car swerved, Jimmy threw the other. It cracked the windshield and sent the car pulling over on the side of the road.
"Nice shot!" Cindy said as Jimmy crawled back into the front seat. "We're on a normal road now," she said a few seconds later.
Jimmy and Cindy both jumped in their seats as a loud bang ran out. "They wouldn't shoot at kids, would they?" Jimmy nervously asked. His question was answered a second later as a bullet pierced through the back window and hit the radio. "Aw come on!" he angrily shouted.
Several onlookers looked as a red sports car flew by them, followed by three cop cars with sirens blaring.
"Give me the wheel," Jimmy asked while nervously unbuckling his seat belt once again.
"You're kidding, right?" Cindy asked as she looked up and saw a helicopter flying above them. "Damn news people."
"Vortex, will you just trust me!" Jimmy shouted.
Cindy bit her bottom lip so hard a drop of blood rolled down her cheek. "You better have a plan," she grumbled as they carefully switched seats. While barreling down a road. At seventy miles an hour.
"Are the cops directly behind us, or on our sides?" Jimmy asked while keeping his eyes on the road.
"Sides," Cindy told him.
"They're trying to box us. Hang on," he said while taking a deep breath. He slammed his foot on the brakes and changed gears into reverse. God I hope this car has good acceleration. As the cops flew past them, Jimmy and Cindy slammed forward in their seats.
"Nice," Cindy angrily said while putting a hand to her bloody nose.
Jimmy judged the width of the road and floored the gas. He spun the car around, briefly coming onto the sidewalk. By the time the cops turned around, Jimmy was halfway down the road.
"Slow down!" Cindy yelled while their speed pushed her back to the seat. She glanced at the speedometer. The arrow was shaking at ninety.
Jimmy spun the car around a corner, nearly tipping over. "Where's the nearest set of woods?" Cindy didn't respond. "Cindy! Nearest set of woods!"
Cindy took her hand off of her aching head and thought for a second. "Uh, I think two miles down this road. I think," she stressed.
Jimmy nodded and checked out the rearview mirror. Nearly a quarter of a mile away, the cops were just turning the corner. "Find something in this car that's heavy."
"Like what?"
"Anything!" Jimmy shouted while barely making another turn.
Cindy grudgingly fished around the car. "There's nothing in here!"
Jimmy dared a quick look behind him. "Rip the armrest off!"
Cindy stared at him strangely for a moment before slamming her fists down on the armrest between her and Jimmy. After several attempts, it gave way.
"Take the wheel," Jimmy said. Cindy leaned over and grabbed a hold of the steering wheel.
Jimmy undid his seat belt and grabbed the armrest. Taking his foot off of the gas, he put the armrest on it. He smiled when the car kept going at its top speed.
The car edged along a little faster. Jimmy stayed on the floor. "Listen carefully, Cindy. How far away are the cops?"
"The end of the street. Maybe a third of a mile away."
Jimmy nodded, although she couldn't see him. "Round the next corner. Are we near those woods?"
"I think so...yeah, there's a sign. Round the corner and a quarter of a mile. Looks like a straight road," she told him.
"Once you round that corner, let go of the wheel and unlock the doors. Grab my hand and push the door open. When I say so, you jump out and pull me, ok?"
"You sure?" Cindy nervously asked after a moment.
"Yeah," Jimmy said. He looked up and waited for Cindy to take her hands off the wheel. Once she did, he removed the armrest. The car began to steadily slow down.
Come on you stupid little piece of crap, slow down! He heard Cindy kick open the door and grabbed her hand. Once they were going about twenty miles an hour, Jimmy slammed the armrest back onto the gas pedal.
"Roll when you hit the ground.! Now!" Jimmy shouted. Cindy took a deep breath and jumped out of the car as it started to pick up speed. Jimmy was pulled out of the car and somewhat closed the door behind him.
They both felt like a giant sheet of glass had slammed over them as they hit the ground. Letting go of Jimmy's hand, she covered her head as best she could and rolled along the grass. Jimmy did the same.
Ignoring the burning in his legs, Jimmy quickly pushed himself up off of the ground and grabbed Cindy's hand. Half dragging and half leading her, he helped her walk down a hill. They slipped and rolled down it. Jimmy motioned for her to stay still as the cop cars whizzed by, chasing the now empty car.
After the flashing lights and whistling sirens faded, Jimmy grabbed Cindy's hand and helped her up. "We have to get to the woods to hide," he told her. She nodded. They started limping as fast as they could towards the trees a quarter mile away.