Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
Carl jumped out of the Candy Bar and glanced around. "Where are you, Butch? Where are you?" he mumbled to himself while squinting his eyes and glaring around.
Jimmy tapped Carl's shoulder and motioned back inside. "He, uh, hasn't left yet," Jimmy said.
"Oh," Carl said. "Thanks."
Carl went back inside and took a seat in a booth a few seats down from Butch. He picked up the menu and held it up. Slowly, carefully, he peeked around it. "Got ya," he said with a sly grin as he eyed Butch.
"What'll it be?" Sam asked.
"Shhh," Carl whispered. "Nothing, Mr. Sam. I'm spying someone."
Sam glared down at his best customer. "If you aren't eating than you have to leave!" he said in an angry tone. Several customers turned around and stared at the two.
"Fine!" Carl angrily mumbled. "Get me a chocolate shake!" he said while reaching deep into his pocket and pulling out a handful of dimes.
Carl resumed his staring at Butch, who was shoveling down ice cream at a pace that would put Carl to shame. But as Carl's milkshake arrived, he got distracted. Focus, Carl. Jimmy needs you. He tried to keep his gaze fixed on the pudgy bully, but he couldn't focus. Well, it's not like he's going anywhere soon, he reasoned.
Twenty minutes later, Carl lay back in his seat, clutching his stomach. In front of him lay two empty bowls of ice cream as well as the last sips of his original chocolate shake. Ok, back to work. He looked up to where Butch had been sitting and suddenly jumped off of his seat.
Butch was no longer there. He ran up to his classmate Ike. "Ike, where did Butch go?"
Ike pulled his sunglasses down in his nose a little and stared at the kid in front of him. "You're looking for Butch?" he said with a smile.
Carl grabbed the boy's collar and pulled him close to his face. "Where did he go? A child's social life is at stake!"
Ike shoved Carl off of him, a look of concern etched across his face. "What's wrong? Your friend's about to get beat up and humiliated?"
Carl nervously shook his head. "Worse! Butch may have knowledge of my friend's crush!"
Ike looked away, his lower lip trembling. "Butch spreading a guy's crush. That's an emotional bully. And that's the worst kind," he angrily said while clenching his fist.
Carl grabbed Ike's shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Ike spun away. "I, I had a similar experience once."
Carl took a seat next to Ike. "What happened?"
Ike struggled to keep his eye from twitching. He finally let out a deep sigh, ready to relay his horrible tale. "It was three years ago. Almost to this very day. I, I made the mistake of telling the name of my crush to a person who I thought was my friend. He, he told everyone."
Ike paused for a moment to regain myself. "Do you know what it's like to be branded a girl-liker in the third grade? The torment, the pain," he whispered to himself.
Carl looked at Ike with pity. "I, I'm sorry."
Ike shook Carl's hand off of his shoulder. He spun around and stared Carl square in the eyes. "Don't let it happen, man. Don't let it happen again!" he shouted.
Carl nodded. "Where did he go, Ike? Where's Butch!"
Ike wiped away a tear. "Somewhere near the park." Carl nodded and started to run off, but Ike grabbed his arm and halted him. "He won't be there for long, man. I don't think you'll make it there on foot. Don't let it happen again," he repeated
Carl gently moved Ike's hand off of his arm. He nodded at his new friend. "I'll get him," whispered before darting out of the restaurant. Ike stared after him for a moment before breaking down in tears.
Carl slid to a stop after he ran out onto the sidewalk. Ok, I can't get there on foot. I'll need some wheels. He looked around. Nearby was a car with its windows rolled down, a bike, and a skateboard. "Aha!" he happily shouted.
"Move it, granny! This is an emergency!" he shouted while shoving an elderly woman away from her electric scooter.
"You darn kids!" she shouted while smacking him as hard as she could with her cane.
Carl attempted to shield himself and get the machine started. "Ride, Carl! Ride like the wind!" Ike shouted while running outside and falling to his knees, still crying.
Carl hit the gas and barreled down the street at an excess of three miles an hour.
Nearly twenty minutes later, he finally approached the park. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw that Butch was still there. He dumped the scooter and ran the final few yards towards the bully.
"Dude, I don't want any trouble," a kid of about six was saying while holding his hands up. He was slowly backing away from Butch.
"Just give me your money and there won't be any trouble!" Butch growled while smacking his fist into his palm.
"Hey, stop!" Carl whimpered as he took a step towards Butch.
Butch didn't hear Carl as he rushed towards the kid. The young boy jumped out of the way and rolled across the ground as the bully flew past him. "That's it, little man! You're going down! And you too, tubby!" Butch shouted while menacingly walking over to the boy.
"Help me!" the kid pleaded while grabbing onto Carl.
Just as Butch grabbed onto Carl's collar and picked him up off of the ground, Sheen flew by on a skateboard and ran straight into Butch. "Aw COME ON!" he shouted right before he flew off of the skateboard and landed on top of Butch.
Carl and the boy looked at each other for a moment before running over to the fallen bully. "Sheen?" Carl asked.
Ignoring Carl, Sheen hopped back onto his skateboard and flew off. Nick quickly zoomed by as well, staring angrily at Carl.
"Thanks, mister," the kid graciously told Carl.
"Yeah," Carl said while taking out his inhaler, "whatever." He took a few puffs before shoving it back into his pocket. "What's your name?"
"Adam," the kid said while turning around. The unconscious Butch was beginning to come to.
"Oh no," Carl whimpered while backing away.
Adam frowned at the bully and cupping his hands around his mouth. "The bully is down! Attack now!" he shouted as loud as he could.
Carl watched in amazement as dozens of first-graders appeared on the scene. They ran out of bushes and hopped down from trees. They ran at Butch and beat him into further submission.
"We've got him, Adam!" a girl shouted while turning around proudly, clutching a slightly bloody stick. "He won't be stealing any of our stuff again anytime soon!"
Adam smiled. "Good work, Sandy." He turned towards Carl and smiled. "Thanks to your pathetically small amount of help and your friend on the skateboard, the revolution is over. We've beaten Butch!" The crowd behind him cheered.
"Um, that's great," Carl nervously whispered. He grabbed Butch's backpack off of the ground. "But I've got to go now," he said while running away, a little frightened by the mob of children.