Hugh Neutron: Or remember the time we both went to the land of Nightopia to help that purple guy defeat the evil Wizeman? Oh wow, that was amazing! Wouldn't you love to fly so effortlessly and carefree again, sparkle button?
(Judy gives a loud sigh. She stops walking to turn and face her husband.)
Judy Neutron (in reasoning anger): Hugh, if you mention another video game reference, I swear you will end up sleeping in the yard for the rest of the month.
Hugh Neutron (gasp!): Ouch, and today's only the 2nd. that'd be a long time, doe dumpling.
Judy Neutron (seriously): Exactly.
Hugh Neutron: Well, how am I supposed to inspire the writers if I can't discuss my displaced reality of dream-adventures?
Judy Neutron: I believe there are other productive ways of inspiring people, dear.
Hugh Neutron (compromising): Alright, alright, how about this? In an attempt to serve some kind of penance for all the monsters and video game violence in the last story lines, how 'bout I go for the cuteness factor?
Judy Neutron (suspicious): Cuteness factor? Like what?
Hugh Neutron: Why the Jimster and his pals at a younger age, of course! (His voice heightens in volume.) Bring that elusive Atom on over, guys!
(CUE Rotating Atom.)
(CUT to EXT Shot - A very kiddy-ish playground with pink and blue swings, a playground carousel adorned with clouds and butterflies, a red see-saw, a twisting slide in rainbow colors and piles of sand.)
Unseen kid's voice: Love each other!
(The camera PANS to see a younger looking Sheen, about five years old, holding a frog in one hand and a squirrel in the other - bumping them against each other to try to make them kiss. Little Sheen is clad in a white Ultra Lord shirt and dirty jean shorts. We notice one of his front teeth are missing.)
Little Sheen: Come on! I want my fwog-squirrel mutant! LOVE EACH OTHER!
Unseen Narrator (his tone annoyingly happy): Hey there, lil' Sheen.
(Little Sheen startles at the voice. He drops his animals, which hop and scamper away in a hurry, and looks toward the camera.)
Little Sheen (he cocks his head): Who a' you?
Unseen Narrator (cheery): No one special! Can you tell me what you did in school today?
Little Sheen (using his fingers to count his tasks): Uh, I pwayed wif matches, pulled Cindy's hair, I ran wif scissors, I defeated the other kids wif Ultwa Lord, I kicked some wocks, 'den I tookt' a nap.
Unseen Narrator (still cheery): You're pretty bad. Did you do anything that didn't make the teacher angry?
Little Sheen (avoiding eye contact): I, um, I learned to spell.
Unseen Narrator (cheery!): No you didn't you snot nosed liar. Let's check out how Libby is as a little tike!
(CUT to EXT Shot - a younger looking Libby is skipping along a pathway. She's dressed in a pink jumper with a music notes adorned on it, and her hair is styled in her Season One Diana Ross hairstyle. A pair of headphones covers her ears. She is focused on the music as she sings to the lyrics.)
Little Libby (singing): I sit and I think about everything we do, And I find myself in misery and that ain't cool!
Unseen Narrator: Hey Libby! You sure like that music don't you?
(Libby doesn't seem to notice the voice of the narrator as she continues to dance and sing.)
Little Libby (still singing): Hey now, I really wanna be with you the whole way through, But the way you make me feel inside leaves confused..
Unseen Narrator: Um, sweetheart?
Little Libby (singing): As I swing back mood to mood it's not because of you, I never want you to be insecure.
Unseen Narrator: Well, this is getting nowhere..
(Little Libby skips out of view from the camera; completely absorbed in her music and not a care in the world.)
Little Libby (off camera but still singing): So won't you understand that I'm only in love you're the only one I need, I'll be there for you when you need me boy, So baby don't still leave.. Just one of them days!
(The camera pans opposite of where Libby exited and we notice a young Nick leaning against a park bench. Immaculately dressed in a little army jacket and jeans. He appears to be a bit donhearted.)
Unseen Narrator: Hey, if it isn't Nick Dean! Well dressed as always, aren't you? Why so glum?
Little Nick (he sighs): Aw, I'll never be able to get that leather jacket I always wanted.
Unseen Narrator: You could hold a garage sale, selling all your insignificant childhood memories.
Little Nick (mopey): Nah, it still wouldn't be enough.
Unseen Narrator (more cheer!): Say! Why don't you sell me your family? Your mother has skin like a porcelain doll and I bet she'd be a great addition to my collection of human toys.
(Little Nick darts his eyes to the screen in uncomfortable shock.)
Litle Nick: Wait, what? Who are you?
Unseen Narrator (quickly changing the subject): Let's check out that Jimmy Neutron when he was a scamp!
(CUT to INT Shot - A school hallway. A younger Jimmy is standing proudly with a briefcase in his hands. Dressed in overalls, with an atom stitched on the chest, and a blue shirt.)
Unseen Narrator: Hey there Jimmy! What did you learn in school on this fine day?
Little Jimmy (matter-of-factly): I learned about the fermidrac statistical distribution, which is valid for particles with a half integer spin number.
(A hand darts out and immediately shoves Jimmy to the floor. The culprit is a young Cindy, dressed in a baggy grey gym shirt and khaki shorts. Her hair is in braided pigtails.)
Little Cindy (annoyed): You're such a precocious brat, Nerdtron! Get out of here!
Little Jimmy: Ow! You'll pay for that you neanderthal!
(Jimmy gets to his feet and returns the shove. Cindy flinches but gives a taunting sneer.)
Little Cindy: Ha! You and what army?
(Cindy snatches Jimmy's briefcase from his hands. Jimmy gasps.)
Little Jimmy (furious): That's mine, Vortex!
Little Cindy (she gives it a wiggle): Why don't you come and get it, big head?
(Little Jimmy lunges for it but Cindy darts it at the last second out of his reach.)
Little Jimmy (voice heightening): Give it back! That's my extra credit homework!
(Little Cindy hides the briefcase behind her back as she looks at Jimmy with an impish smile.)
Little Cindy: Hey Neutron, I bet you play that Magic: The Gathering card game.
Little Jimmy (a bit hesitant): I, um, no. I..I'm not that much of a nerd.
Little Cindy (she giggles): Come on, you play it. Admit it.
Little Jimmy (anger rising): No I don't!
Little Cindy (sounding disappointed): Oh... that..that's too bad. 'Cause I have this extra Time Walk card an' was going to give it and your briefcase back so we could ply a game over at my house, but I guess I'll just sell it at a garage sale and play the game all by myself.
(Little Jimmy's face blushes mildly. He looks at Cindy hopefully.)
Little Jimmy: Do..do you seriously have one of those? I.. I guess.. I wouldn't mind play-
(Little Cindy swings the briefcase swiftly, striking the little boy genius with a good "Whack!")
Little Cindy (laughing): HA! I knew it! I knew you played that game! NERD!
(Little Cindy take off running, still laughing. Little Jimmy clenches his teeth and pursues her.)
Little Jimmy (off camera): You'll be sorry when I remodel my matter eliminator, Cindy.
Unseen Narrator (amused): Oh-ho! Those two haven't changed at all! Now for that Weezer kid!
(CUT To INT Shot - The Weezer Household. Mrs. Weezer is folding clean laundry at the kitchen table. Little Carl approaches her, dressed in brown corduroy pants and a green shirt with an overly cute looking airplane on it. His glasses appear much to big for his face. A stuffed llama is clutched in his hands.)
Little Carl (semi-whiny): Mo-om?
Mrs. Weezer: Yes Carl, sweetie?
Little Carl (the whininess increases): Da..Daddy says that there's a skeleton inside me. Tell him he's lying...
Mrs. Weezer (she laughs lightly): Oh, well. I'm afraid he's right.
Little Carl (he hugs the llama closer): R-Really?
Mrs. Weezer: Yes, in fact..
(The background darkens around her quickly.)
Mrs. Weezer (her voice becomes menacing): There's a skeleton in all of us!
Little Carl (totally freaked out): AIIEEEEEE!
(CUT To INT Shot - The Weezer's living room in the present. Jimmy and his parents are sitting in chairs; nearby the Weezers seated on the sofa. Carl appears very embarrassed as his parents laugh merrily. The Neutrons stare with puzzlement at the story just stated by their neighbors.)
Mr. Weezer (he gives a snort of laughter): He totally freaked out, but we never lied to him. Only stated a fact.
(Mrs. Weezer shields her mouth as she laughs some more. Hugh forces a smile as Judy and Jimmy exchange weirded out glances. Carl looks sheepishly at the floor before viewing his mom and dad.)
Carl (in quiet embarrassment): You guys are bad parents.
Unseen Narrator (cheery): And then the Narrator died!
(A loud thud of a collapsing body is heard.)
Judy Neutron (off camera): Hugh, that's awful!
(The camera CUTS back to the present in the Neutron living room. Judy narrows her eyes at Hugh with complete disappoinment. Hugh avoids her eye contact.)
Hugh Netron (his voice full of humor): Heh, that didn't take long to get back to the wanton, yet hilarious, acts of demntia! Guess that's my true niche of creativity!
(The scene is interrupted by the sound of a doorbell. Judy approaches the front door and opens it to show that the visitor is Carl, one of our favorite protagonists, is at the front. All innocent smiles as he holds a number of magazines.)
Carl: Hi Mrs. Neutron, you look stunning as always today! I thought I'd drop by and return the car maintenance magazines my dad borrowed from you the other day.
Judy Neutron (a bit surprised): Oh, ah, thank you Carl.
Carl: You'll have to pardon his rudeness for not returning them sooner. I, (He darts an icy look at Hugh.) unlike most people, (He reverts to a softer face as he looks to Judy again) are obligated to show courtesy to such a dedicated lady.
(Hugh regards Carl with a weirded out look. Judy clenches her teeth uncomfortably.)
Judy Neutron (she accepts the magazines): Oh, well, I appreciate it.
Carl (he smiles fondly): I'm sure you do.
(A brief silence erupts as Carl lingers at the step. Judy looks uncomfortably askance from the awkwardness. Hugh clears his throat.)
Carl (cheery): So! Doing anything fun or interesting today Judy?
Judy Neutron (searching for an excuse): Uh, there is a, uh, thing I need to do. Perhaps its best you be on your way, Carl.
Carl (he smiles again): Okay! I understand, I respect the privacy that an independently pure woman such as yourself requires. I'll be pleased to speak with you another time.
(Carl skips off as uneasiness clouds on both Hugh and Judy. Judy shuts the door.)
Hugh Neutron: Wow, that Weezer kid seems to be getting stranger everyday. There's something not right about him.
Judy Neutron (trying to be reassuring): I'm sure its only a faze. (She pauses. Giving a creeped out look.) I hope.
(Hugh "Hmm's" with thought. Judy exits up the stairs nearby. A second ticks by as inspiration enters Hugh's eyes. His eyes dart to the camera, pointing his index finger at it.)
Hugh Neutron (mischief in his voice): You know what to do.
(CUE Rotating Atom.)