Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron. If I did, the second power hour wouldn't have sucked so badly.

Author's notes: Okay, I got a few complaints about Thursday's abrupt ending. Well, I have to make my few readers happy, so I will continue it here. I realized that I'm rather running out of chapter space to fit the days in, so I want to know if you want more chapters, maybe 5-6 instead of the 4 I had originally planned. Write what you think about more chapters in your review. Anyway, on with the story, I say!

The phone rings, to the surprise of the occupants. The caller id states that it's the producer of Reality Kids, Corky Shimazu.

Carl picks it up, and with a sigh says "Hello, Carl speaking"

"Yeah, Mr. Wheezer, We at the company have a few complaints about you guys"

"Fire away, Mr.Shimazu" shrugs Jimmy, who pressed the speakerphone button.

"Look, the viewers aren't exactly liking your whole Twonky thing here, yeah." "They want more dramatic episodes, like a breakdown or something" replies Corky.

"Too much singing?" questions Libby.

"Nah, its just Sheen's singing we don't like"

"Bottom line, you have to make it more interesting to people, or else, you'll only have 10 episodes, and we wouldn't like that, now would we." Click.

"Okay, so what are we going to do?" says Libby

"Um, maybe we should try to make it better?" wheezes Carl

"Hmm, I know," says Sheen. He leans over, grabs Libby and attempts to kiss her.

"Hey!" Libby yells when Sheen misses her cheek and hits his head with the side of her face.

"Whatever" says Jimmy as he walks away. "I got to work on my space-time crumpler."

The day continues almost silently, with everyone pondering the future of the show.

Meanwhile…. in the Retroville Jail, a forgetful criminal named Professor Calamitous is plotting his escape. He ponders the fate of the Twonky that he sent to destroy Neutron and his buddies. He rather liked that Twonky, who he named Byron . He scans the newspaper. No obituaries for those nosy brats. Darn. I will destroy .. what was it I was saying?

Back at the house, Carl is flipping channels on the couch and stops on a llama documentary. He watches this and realizes that it's about three o'clock. Sheen plops on the couch and flips the channel to Ultra Lord. The theme song blasts and he goes into a Ultra Lord induced drool. Libby plops down soon later and asks Sheen "Is there ever a time when these people aren't fighting?"

" Hmm." "March 16th, April 23rd … nope." Says Sheen tiredly. " When Corky said to create drama, somehow I think he meant something other than the usual arguing between Jimmy and Cindy".

"Yeah, I wish something interesting would happen" chews Carl.

"Ha. Wishing never works, unless you're that weird Timmy kid that we met with his funny computer-programmey-thingies" laughs Libby.

Even later, around 8 o' clock, Everyone settles in for a while, with the boys assembled in Jimmy's silver room to have a little "chat" . Libby and Cindy didn't want to question this, so they just let it go. They were having a pretty good time just painting their nails and listening to music now that the Twonky was gone.

"What do you suppose they're talking about in there," Libby grinned.

"What DO you suppose they're talking about in there" repeated Cindy softly. " I mean what do boys talk about when they're in packs like that?"

"Well, if you really wanna know , I have one of Jimmy's forgotten inventions , which would be absolutely perfect to spy on them with" continued Cindy devilishly.

"Um, I hate to be nosy, but haven't you been in Jimmy's lab a lot lately?" " I mean, you took his hover car when you came to save me from Shangri-Lama without asking?"

Cindy turns a faint pink at the mention of that . "Do you wanna know or what?" "Now's not the time to wonder about lab use.."

"Hmm. I wonder what you two do in there when you think no one is around" chuckles Libby.

"Hmm?" "What was that?" turns Cindy from her bag. The thing grabbed out of the bag is a metallic spider that is about the size of her hand. "This is a spy device, you shove the head under the door, and you can see and hear what the other side is doing." "Grab your audio splitter and headphones, it would be embarrassing if they heard us spying on them".

They head to the hall and shove the head under the door. The screen comes up from the spider's rear and they listen. Sheen is sitting on the floor with his leg bent behind his head, Carl is sitting on a folding chair and Jimmy is sitting on his bed. Jimmy is tinkering with an invention and Carl is twiddling his thumbs.

"Guys, do you ever think about your dream girlfriend" asks Carl.

"Well, my girlfriend would have to be into music and ah-accept my Ultra Lord obsession and bizarre leg behind the head thing," says Sheen happily

"Well then, in short it's Libby then, right?" mumbles Jimmy.

"Exactly!" Sheen explained. " She already likes me"

"I like the names Winifred and Judy," declared Carl. This lead to some strange looks from Jimmy and Sheen, but it was not judged. They pondered this in an awkward silence, and Carl broke it.

"So Jim, who do you think of as an ideal girlfriend?" pressures Carl.

"Um I don't know…." Jimmy trailed off, the invention forgotten on the side.

"Come on , Jimmy, we told you our ideals, why can't you tell us?" whines Sheen .

"Well, okay" grins Jimmy. "She'd have to be relatively intelligent, I don't think I could stand somebody dumb." "Hmm, She should also be able to kick butt." "And green eyes . I've always been partial to green eyes."

Now Jimmy was getting even stranger looks than Carl got from him and Sheen. He sighed. "What?"

"Well, nothing Jim" said Carl tentatively.

"Well, what he WANTS to say is that you kind of described CINDY as your ideal girl," screeched Sheen.

"I dunno…maybe I do like her" mutters Jimmy

"Cin, Cin, did you hear that?" breathes Libby. "I'm so glad you.."

Cindy was on the ground, fainted dead away.

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