Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters. The same goes for last chapter, since I forgot to put a disclaimer for that one.

Jimmy woke up the next morning in front of the fire. He looked down and saw a collapsed Cindy lying across his lap. So much for the keeping watch thing. Jimmy carefully stood up, trying not to wake Cindy.

As he walked off a little into the woods to answer nature's call, he looked to his right. He smiled a little. "Huh," was all he could say as he smiled. With the sun rising, he could see some building less than a mile off.

After he had taken care of business, he began to walk back to camp. He froze as a twig snapped behind him.

Jimmy nervously glanced behind him, but he didn't see anything. But he heard another twig snap. His heart pounding, he turned around once again.

"Boo!" Libby whispered as he looked right into her face.

Jimmy took a couple of steps backward and clutched his heart. "Don't do that!" he whispered back.

Libby chuckled a little. She took off her backpack and pulled a piece of fruit out of the front pocket. She took a seat on a small rock. Jimmy sighed and sat across from her. Libby dug into her jean's pocket and pulled out a small, smooth kitchen knife.

"Where'd you get that?" Jimmy nervously asked.

Libby looked up at him. "Your parents. Snagged it while we got some of your hair. Figured we might need it after Cindy's mom tried to kill me," she told him while slicing the apple down the middle. "Catch," she said while tossing one half to him.

Jimmy caught it and stared down at it as Libby twirled the knife in her hands before tucking it back in her pocket. She held up her half of the apple. "Cheers," she said before taking a bite.

"Yeah, cheers," Jimmy said before eating a small piece. "Since when are you guys army commandos?"

Libby laughed a little. "Excuse me?"

Jimmy shook his head. "You twirling that knife, and Cindy works that gun pretty darn well. Am I the only fifth grader in the world who can't handle a weapon?"

Libby smiled. "We're sixth graders now. This would have been our last week of school."

"I'm serious," Jimmy said while taking another bite out of his apple.

Libby sighed. "I can't speak for Cindy, but after running away from that nut job for," she paused to count her fingers. "Six days, you learn how to handle a knife pretty well."

"You stabbed someone?" Jimmy asked incredulously.

Libby shook her head. "But fruit can be pretty damn quick. Gotta slice before they run away," she said with a grin. "It never hurts to be prepared," she said, her tone serious now.

Jimmy nodded as he finished the fruit. He tossed the core into the woods. Libby did the same. "So, ready to compare those notes?" Libby asked.

Jimmy smiled. Might as well. "What have you been up to since that morning?"

Libby leaned back and closed her eyes for a moment. "I told you the gist of it. Once we got the tracker, we realized that you were on some highway. We hopped a bus and tried to get there. We got a little off track when mother dearest's boy toy noticed us. That's why it took us so long to find you guys. I gotta tell you, evading cops isn't as easy as it is on TV."

"Aint't that the truth," Jimmy said with a small laugh.

"What about you two?" Libby asked.

"Same as you guys. Run from the cops and try to survive," Jimmy said.

Libby smiled. "What were you two doing that morning before Sheen's little rocket crash landed?"

"We were doing the thing..."

"At the place for the reason," Libby tiredly said. "Yeah, I've already heard that magical tale. Seriously, why were you two having breakfast together?"

"We were hungry," Jimmy told her.

Libby nodded, a little hurt that he wouldn't tell her. "So now what?"

Jimmy pointed to the buildings on the horizon. "After everyone wakes up, we head there."

Libby gave a small nod. "Yeah, that will do for a day. And then we'll head to another town and spend a night there. And then twelve hours in Kansas, and two days in Colorado. That's all fine and good, but I've got to tell you something, Jimmy," Libby said. She sounded a little angry.

"Cindy's like my sister. And I would do anything for her. And you, for that matter. But this is starting to irritate me. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life running from cops and some homicidal mother. I had other plans for summer vacation. So what's your plan?"

Jimmy was a little shocked. "Why does everyone assume I always have a plan?"

"Because you always do," Libby told him. "So spill it."

"I don't have one!" Jimmy shouted, nearly waking the others.

Libby stared at him. Her face fell. "Well, that sucks then."

"You're telling me," Jimmy said while burying his head in his hands. "The fact is, we're outnumbered, outgunned, and just plain outmatched. Our only shot right now is to keep running."

Libby stared at him. "Jimmy, you're never outmatched. You...we've been in situations a lot worse than this. The five of us are together now, and can do anything if we believe we can."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jimmy said. "And why don't we go round up some magical fairies and sing a song? And then we can invite Mrs. Vortex on a picnic! And we'll all have a good laugh and become great friends? Get real, Libby! I can't just magically come up with a plan! I've got nothing?"

Libby glared at him. "You've got nothing?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"You've got nothing?" Libby asked again.

"I don't have anything!" Jimmy nearly shouted.

Libby stood up. "You've got everything! Now stop sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. I don't know how your brain works, but use it! I'm sorry, Jimmy. I don't know why you're feeling sorry for yourself and can't think up anything. We all have bad days. But we need you here!"

Jimmy jumped up and looked up at her, trying to stare in her eyes. "What do you expect me to do?"

"Focus! Think! I don't know!" Libby spun around and rubbed her forehead. She took a deep breath and sat down beside Jimmy, who also took a seat.

"Just think, big brain. We don't give you that nickname for nothing," she said before walking back to camp.