A/N: I just recently finished the first book in the Princess Diaries series, and I really felt like converting it to a Jimmy Neutron fanfiction version. PLus, the characters are at the age of about 13 or so... Enjoy my hideously written fic!

The Royal Genius

Chapter 1

It was practically just another ordinary day. Well, maybe not ordinary. How can any day be ordinary when you're a genius?

"Stop it, Cindy!" I yelled as she tackled me with her pillow.

"Not until you give up!" she replied, wacking me again with her frilly pink pillow.

"Okay, okay! I give up!" I yelled, holding my hands up in defeat.

We collapsed on her bed, exhausted because of the pillow fight.We had become friends since 5th grade, but things had never changed when it came to competition.

"Again, I beat you Neutron," she gushed. "But we better get back to our project."

I stood up and walked over to her desk. "Did you get some of the research done?"

She shook her head; it was obvious that she was not that diligent. I peered over her shoulder, staring at the pictures and diagrams we had drawn over the past few days.

"We're actually doing well on this, wouldn't you say?" I asked. Cindy turned around and looked into my eyes. I smiled at her, and then she began tickling me.

"Why----does----it----always----end----up-----like----this---?" I managed to gasp between laughs. She laughed along and fell back on her bed.

"Because it's fun!" she exclaimed.

"Don't you think being friends is much better than sworn enemies?" I asked, collapsing next to her. Cindy turned on her side and rested her chin on her palm.

"Well... I guess," she said. "But I did love arguing with you... The way you scowled at me... The way your hair flops about."

I laughed and pulled myself closer to her. "The way my hair flops about?"

She smiled at me and got up.

"Whoa! It's already 6! I think you should get going, Jimmy."

I stood up and joined her. "Do you want me to go?"

She blushed and I felt her hand brush my shoulder as she walked toward her desk. I felt my face practically rise up in flames as I put my sweaty hands in my pockets.

"Well, you're right. It's getting late. I guess I should go."

She reached forward to hug me. I clutched her as if I never wanted to let go.

"You can let me go now..."

I leapt back and tried to hide my blushing faceby searching for my backpack, which was in plain sight.

"Umm.. Okay. I'll see you later, Cindy."

She smiled warmly and patted my shoulder before walking out to the door with me.

"All right. I'll see you at school, Jimmy."

I looked at her smiling face one last time before retreating out the door. She wasn't the only one who'd be smiling at me today.

"What?" I heard myself gasp. "No way! There's no way!"

Perhaps you are surprised by my outburst, but you'd be surprised too if you just found out the most amazing thing when you just got home from your crush's house.

"There's a way, trust me," said the elderly gentleman sitting on our couch. "Please, Robert. Don't be so surprised. You can't seriously have thought these people were your true parents! No offense. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sir Jean Paul Drake the third, former king of Monaco."

"No way!" I repeated. "And what's with the Robert thing? My name is Jimmy!"

He shook his head in defeat and gestured for me to sit down.

"Really. There is a way. Let me explain," he continued. "Your real parents are Pierre and Annette Drake from the country of Monaco. You were switched at birth. Your real name is Robert Louis Drake."

I felt my mouth stay in its current position. Down.

"No way. How could I have been switched at birth, anyway? Shouldn't their child have been born at Monaco?"

He smiled at me as if I was a five year old and took a sip of slightly steaming coffee.

"Well, unfortunately, your parents had visited Retroville on their little campaigning trip to promote tourists in Monaco, when your mother took to having you! And this happened while they were still campaigning, so they had to be rushed to the dismal little building called Retroville General."

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. Then I pinched my arm.

"Ow! Crap, this isn't a dream?"

He shook his head and mouthed 'no'.

"No! Why? What? I refuse to... I'm going to my room!"

My mom stood up briskly and set a hand on my shoulder.

"You are not leaving your grandfather while he is speaking to you, young man!"

I rolled my eyes and sat back down. But then I jumped back up, nearly surprising my so-called grandfather enough for him to drop his cup of coffee on the crappy rug my dad had bought at a yard sale.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "You can't tell me what to do!You're not my real mom!"

She opened her mouth but she didn't say anything. Frustrated, she sat back down. Smiling in triumph, I leapt up the stairs quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid hearing my grandfather say, "Give it a day or two to sink in, I'm sure he's just shocked."

'Shocked?' I shook my head and threw my backpack at the foot of my bed. 'You call this SHOCKED? This is full out unbelieving if you ask me!'

I collapsed on my bed, perhaps from exhaustion, or perhaps from the fact that I was to be the prince of a country so small it shouldn't even be called a country.

"I can't believe it! No way!" I complained to the ceiling. "I don't want to! No!"

I heard Goddard approach me, his joint making those whir-whir noises every time he took a step.

"Goddard?" I asked. "This can't be real! I can't belive it, can you?"

He cocked his head to the side, but shrugged when I looked at him helplessly.

I sighed before collapsing back on my bed.

'No way... But... How... How can I tell my friends?'

I sat up suddenly.

"How can I tell Cindy?"