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

The next morning Sheen slowly opened his eyes. He squinted as the bright rays of sunlight filtered through his barred window. Groaning, he pulled himself out of the top bunk of his bed and hopped down on the floor.

"Carl!" he shouted. Carl didn't respond. "Wake up!" he shrieked in his irrating high-pitched voice.

Carl's smile faded as he entered the conscious world. "My back," he grumbled as Sheen tossed him his glasses. He unfolded them and put them on his face. He lumbered out of the bed.

"You sleep well?" Sheen coolly asked as he interlocked his hands behind his back and paced the floor, staring at the wall.

"No," Carl whined. "You know I can't sleep unless my mattress is made with down feathers."

"Uh-huh," Sheen mumbled, not really caring what Carl had to say. "Turn on the TV, will ya?"

Carl nodded and made his way over to the small black and white television that was in their cell. He flipped through the channels. "Barney, shopping, barney, arthur," he muttered while switching between the few channels. "Billy.."

"What kind of show is Billy?" Sheen asked while feeling the glass on the windows. He wrapped it with is knuckles a few times. It was very thick.

"It's not a show," Carl answered while studying the screen. "It's some guy who Jimmy and Cindy kidnapped or something."

Sheen spun around. "What?" he shouted while running over to the TV and shoving Carl out of the way.

"I tell you they're innocent!" the elderly man shouted into a news reporter's microphone. "I know those kids were telling the truth!" The rest of the words meant nothing to Sheen as he raised an eyebrow, trying to comprehend what he was hearing."

"What is it?" Carl asked while taking a bowl of cereal from the guard. He began to dig in as he approached Sheen.

"Somebody is saying Jimmy and Cindy are innocent," a shocked Sheen told him. "That's..interesting."

"How so?" Carl asked in a deep voice, stroking his chin.

Sheen closed his eyes, his small mind trying to piece a few bits of information together. "Alright, give me a second. This guy says on the news Jimmy is innocent. The cops obviously hear this."

"Indubitably," Carl agreed.

Sheen paused another moment, deep in thought. "So maybe, just maybe, they'll start to doubt that we're guilty."

"And?" Carl asked, getting excited.

Sheen snapped his fingers and jumped up. "And that means they'll lower their guard. Now is the perfect time to escape!" he happily shouted. "Oh, Jimmy would be so proud," he said while soaking in the glory.

Carl studied Sheen for a moment, not sure what to make of his plan. "What do we do?"

Sheen smiled a huge smile, thoroughly enjoying being the one who had come up with a plan. "Oh, it's so perfect. Let me see that," Sheen said while grabbing Carl's spoon out of his hand.

"Hey!" Carl shouted as Sheen snatched the silverware from his clutches. He turned around in anger. Suddenly he became very nervous. "Uh, Sheem..."

"Not now!" Sheen shrieked. "I've seen this in a dozen old films." He got down on his knees and clasped the spoon in both hands. "Oh mighty spoon, set us free!" he yelled while shoving it into the cement floor."

"Sheen," Carl whimpered.

"Shut up!" Sheen shouted back, dismayed at his now bent spoon. "Hmmm, what would Jimmy do?" he asked himself. His thoughts changed from escape to spoons with engines, spoons that were unbreakable, Jimmy's lab full of high-tech spoons. "But which one?" he stupidly asked, as if he could just reach out and grab one.

"Give me that!" an officer said while bursting into the cell and grabbing the spoon out of Sheen's hands and storming off.

Sheen turned around and watched his only tool to escape with be carried out the door. His disappointment did not last long, though. It was quickly replaced with new resolve. "Well played, Mr. Cop. Well played indeed," he said behind an evil grin.