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

Finally shaking herself out of her daze, Cindy realized that Jimmy was dragging her across the mall, walking quickly. "What are we doing now?"

Jimmy's eyes kept darting from store to store. "I need a tape recorder."

Cindy struggled to keep up with the now jogging Jimmy. "Why are you in such a rush?"

Jimmy smiled a little. "Because the sooner we end this whole ordeal, the sooner we can get back home and well, do that some more."

Cindy pulled on his hand and stopped him. "Speaking of which, what the hell was that back there?"

Jimmy looked hurt. "Did I do it wrong?"

"No," Cindy said with a faint smile while rubbing her lips. But she quickly took her hands away and shoved Jimmy. "Why now?"

"Why not?" Jimmy asked, his pure blue eyes sparkling behind his shades. He reached into his pocket and put his lip ring back in.

"Just don't go all Saint Jimmy on me, ok?" Cindy asked while grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

Jimmy gently kissed her cheek. "Sorry. Guess I got a little caught up in the excitement back there. But don't worry. I'll stay gold, Ponyboy. Got it?"

Cindy smiled. "Yeah. Alright."

Jimmy hugged her to his chest, smelling her red hair. He sank into her beautiful scent for a moment before coming back to reality. "Anyway, let's just get that tape recorder."

"Can I help you with anything?" a clerk asked as Jimmy and Cindy strolled through the aisles of an electronics store.

Jimmy looked to Cindy, who just shrugged. "Well, do you have any tape recorders? Preferably really small ones?"

The clerk laughed as he led the two kids a few aisles down. "Why? Are you trying to bug someone?"

Cindy and Jimmy stopped walking for a moment, which was enough to cause the clerk to turn around. Jimmy elbowed Cindy, who spat out a response.

"Nope," she muttered.

The clerk stared at them for a moment more before raising an eyebrow and turning back towards the aisle. "Anyway, here they are." He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the glass doors that separated the customers from the expensive products.

The man stared at a few before pulling out a tape recorder about the size of small clock radio. "This is the smallest we have. But don't worry, it's very powerful. It's three hundred dollars."

Jimmy reached out for it. "Thanks. We'll pay for it at the register. We have a few more things to get," he lied.

The clerk stared at the kids for a moment. "Do I know you two?"

Cindy laughed nervously. "I, uh, don't think so. We're not from around here."

The clerk stared at them for another moment. "What are your names?"

"Dave," Jimmy said.

"Sarah," Cindy quickly told the man.

The clerk still stared at them, the tape recorder in his right hand. A flash of recognition crossed his face. "Hold on one moment." With that he began to walk away.

"You think he's on to us?" Cindy asked.

Jimmy watched as the elderly clerk looked over at the kids. "Yeah. Come on," Jimmy said while quickly walking after the man. Cindy stayed right behind him.

"Sir!" Jimmy said while following the clerk. "Sir!" he shouted as he began to jog. He took a quick look around and noticed that there weren't many people. He quickly pulled out his gun and held it under his shirt.

Cindy ran through another aisle and cut off the salesman. The guy turned around, but Jimmy was standing there, the gun drawn out in front of him. "Let's go for a walk," Jimmy told the man. "What's your name?"

"Bill," the guy said after a few seconds.

"Then move it, Bill," Cindy said while gently shoving him. "Let's go to the bathroom."

Cindy and Jimmy smiled as they walked by several customers. Bill was smart and did the same. Jimmy's gun was a bulge under his shirt. They waited outside the small bathroom until the lone occupant came out. The three of them walked inside, and Jimmy locked the door.

"Against the wall, hands behind your head," Jimmy instructed while waving his gun at the man.

Bill did as he was told. "You're those kids, aren't you? The ones who tried to kill those cops?"

Jimmy didn't say anything as Cindy pulled out her gun as well. "Yeah," she said while cocking the pistol. "That's us."

"What are you going to do to me?" the man asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

Jimmy stared the man in the eyes. "You know how you said how we tried to kill the cops? Like you said, we almost did. But we didn't. We're not going to kill you, dude, as long as you do what we say. But you try anything funny, you'll be spitting out lead. Got it?"

Bill nodded his head slowly. "Good. Now you're going to stay here with your hands raised. My girlfriend is going to watch you while I go get something. She's a good shot, trust me on that. I wouldn't risk trying to take that gun for her," Jimmy said while backing towards the door.

"Wait," Cindy said.

Jimmy turned towards Cindy. "Three quick knocks and then two slow ones. That's my signal. Don't open the door for anyone but me. And you better hold onto this," Jimmy said while stretching out his arm and handing her the gun."

Cindy nodded slightly and tucked the gun in her pocket. Jimmy handed her his other gun, which she put in her other pocket. He was about to open the door when she called out again.

"I'm your girlfriend?" she happily asked.

"Is that really important right now?" an exasperated Jimmy asked while motioning towards Bill.

"Right. Sorry," Cindy said while blushing. With that said Jimmy quickly walked out the door.