Disclaimer: I don't own anything. But I do own a sock monkey. You should so buy one.

Author's notes: Man, you people are eating this up. I was thinking... Should I move this story to the Jimmy Neutron section of because nobody can read it when it's being buried under "fluff" pieces? Tell me what you think. Anyway... On with the show.

Skulker watches the three boys chase each other down the street. He hunches back over behind the dumpster and rapidly pushes a button on his arm. A closer look reveals that he's looking at profiles of people that he is planning to recruit. "No... Nope... No Way..." Pictures zoom by of Vicky, Baby Eddie and Ember. He pounds the keys in frustration. "Is there no one who will join my help in hunting these creatures!" He stands up and begins to walk out of the alley.

A shadowy figure steps around the corner laughing maniacally. He steps out and reveals himself to be Mr. Crocker. He jumps up and slams a butterfly net over Skulker's head. The net is so small that it barely covers his head. "Ha Ha Ha ! I got you now, you freaky huge FaIrY gOdPaReNt!" Crocker does his weird dance and settles. "Now I , Denzel Crocker will harness your power to take over the universe!"

Skulker raises an eyebrow skeptically and lifts the net off his head like it's filthy. " Whatever, crazy guy. Unless you can find me a partner to help me capture these, you better go away before I hit you with this." A gun shoots out of his arm and is aimed directly at him. He holds up a grainy photo of Cosmo with Wanda's hair superimposed on him.

Crocker looks at it. " I know what those are..." He smiles insanely " Those are FaIrY gOdPaReNtS!"

Skulker stares at him. "Actually, they're Reality Bending Computer Programs. The smart boy with the ice-cream hairdo said so."

Crocker waves a hand dismissively. " Whatever you want to call them."

Skulker's weapons shoot back into his body. "Consider yourself added to the roster. We need one more person though..."

Crocker taps his face.. "I think I know one..."

"Why do you need me?" The Junk Man replies , stroking his face.

"Well, we can always use another person on our side, to level the playing field some, you know?" Crocker pipes up, carefully choosing his words.

"What do I get out of it?." The Junk Man hardly looks convinced at all.

"Well, where there is one Reality Bending Computer Program, there are more that you can take apart and sell for scrap..." Skulker points out.

"Deal." The Junk Man shakes their hands. But each one is plotting in their heads against one another...

But, however, we must shift our focus back to our three young heroes, who have safely returned to Danny's house.

"Timmy, are you sure you're going to be okay?" Danny asks concernedly.

"Just because I don't have a date, doesn't mean that I can't have fun" Timmy dismisses the issue with a wave of his hand.. "It's a casual dance, anyway."

"So, back to our game here..." Jimmy smiles sinisterly at him, then busts out laughing.

Timmy arches a brow. "Don't laugh like that."

Danny snickers. " Timmy, truth or DARE!"

Timmy thinks for a moment. "Truth... because you two are unpredictable. And I saw what you did to each other. No, I'll pass. "

Danny pauses for a moment. " Um... Have you ever kissed a girl?"

Timmy's eyes bulge. "What if it was a kiss, but only to throw a villain off? Does that count?"

Danny stares at Timmy. "Who told you I did that?"

Timmy smirks at him. "Nobody. It happened to me and I was asking. Why, did that happen to you?"

"Yeah... But I'd rather put it out of my mind" Danny replies curtly.

"Right" adds Jimmy sardonically. "Who was it, Sam? I'm sure you don't regret it."

Danny growls at him and his eyes glow faintly green.

"Jeez, I was just kidding." Jimmy puts his hands up defensively.

"You better be" Timmy says patiently. "Don't make someone with superpowers mad, or you might end up really hurt."

"Yeah" scoffs Jimmy "You're a real expert."

"Actually, I am" Timmy picks at his shirt. "In a comic- um, virtual reality simulator that Cosmo and Wanda put up, I was Cleft, the Boy Chin Wonder."

"Ookay, then." Danny takes a glance at the clock and gasps. "Oh no."

It's late, almost 4. Timmy leaps to his feet. "No! My mom wanted me home sooner. Eh." He reaches out and grabs Jimmy. "Remember what your mom said?"

Jimmy smiles. "Yeah, I gotta get home to tell my mom that I'm going to the dance after all.." He lopes out the door, waving goodbye to Danny. "See you tomorrow!"