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

Author's Note: Several people have commented on how there was too much violence in the past two chapters. Remember, the girls had thought that Jimmy had killed one of them.

"Ugh," Jimmy mumbled while painfully shaking his head. Cindy had really done him in. Slowly, he opened his eyes. "What's going on?" he asked himself, groaning in pain as he tried to stand up.

He tried to move his arms first, but quickly realized that he was tied up. He looked around and saw that he was in the parlor. Around him were all of the other boys, tied up like him. Ike's face was particularly bloody. Wait, where's Sheen? he asked himself while noticing that his friend was not around.

"Well, well, look who's up," Cindy said with a scowl. She hopped over the couch that separated her from Jimmy. She smiled evilly while twirling a small knife in her hands. She ran up to him and yanked on his shirt's collar. "What the heck is going on around here?"

Jimmy gulped, his eyes darting from Cindy's enraged face to the knife clenched in her right hand. "Cind, put the knife down. We both know you wouldn't use that against me."

Cindy quickly glanced down at the knife and sighed. She tossed it across the room, her eyes glued back onto Jimmy. "What did those guns do? I checked the girls who were hit; they're not dead. But they're not looking too well."

Jimmy looked into Cindy bright green eyes."They knock you out for about half an hour. That's all. When they wake up they won't even have a headache." He paused for a moment. "Which is more than I can say for myself," he mumbled under his breath.

Cindy searched his face for signs of him lying, but found none. She still glared at him angrily, but let go of his shirt. "And my parents? One of the girls said they had been hit before they got upstairs?" Jimmy noticed that her voice held an unusual note when she asked about her parents. It was concern and fear.

Jimmy thought for a moment. "The guns were meant to be used on kids, not adults. Your parents are heavier. They'll be fine, but will take a little longer to wake up. Maybe three or four hours." He paused a moment and took a breath. "Everyone's going to be fine, Cindy."

Cindy began pacing around the room. She stopped to stare at a new dent in the wall. Jimmy suddenly remembered the question that he had wanted to ask. "Where's Sheen?"

Cindy frowned. "The little freak's pretty wily. And he's not afraid to bite," she muttered while rubbing the red spot on her arm. "I don't know where he is. He probably ran back home to his mommy."

Jimmy smiled, thinking that everything was settled. But Cindy still had one more question to ask. "Now what," she yelled, pausing for dramatic effect, "are you doing in my house attacking my guests?"

Jimmy heard Nick coming to as he continued glaring at the back of Cindy's head. "Hey, you brought this on yourself. I wasjust trying to save my own ass."

Cindy laughed and spun around to face Jimmy. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Now it was Jimmy's turn to laugh. "Like you don't know. As usual, Vortex," he spat out her last name for the first time in a while, "everything is completely your fault."

"What?" Cindy screamed, completely flipping out. "God, you are so dead," she muttered while walking menacingly towards Jimmy. Her shouts had awoken most of the people tied up around the living room. The unconscious girls that lay in the corner began to come to. The rest of the girls emerged from the kitchen, where they had gone while Cindy went to interrogate Jimmy.

Cindy paused right in front of Jimmy as everyone stared on in silence. "You are such a little...little...whatever! You break into my house," she began, counting off each item on her fingers, "attack my guests, destroy my house, knock out my parents, and then you accuse me of causing all of this?" she laughed with disbelief. "I'm going to kill you!" she finished while grabbing Jimmy's collar and hoisting him up.

"Oh no you're not!" a familiar voice shouted while sliding into the room from the kitchen. "Because I have the answer to everyone's questions."