Disclaimer: Do I own Jimmy Neutron? No! That's why I'm writing on fanfiction. Duh! And what lawyer would sue a 13 year old anyway?

"But Mom!" wailed Jimmy, 'It's the fastest, tallest, scariest rollercoaster in the world! Besides, the lines will be miles long after school!" he kneeled before his mother as if his own life was on the line.

"Sorry Jimmy!" his mother said in a matter-of-fact way, "You are not skipping school for some rollercoaster."

"But Mom!" Jimmy said as he stood up.

"It's not just some rollercoaster, and I'm eons away from the schools lame curriculum!"

"James Isaac Neutron!" Her voice raised in an unpleasant tone with her hand placed on her hips.

"You are not going to skip school and that is final! If you have anything else to say you will be grounded!" She ended her rant with a huff, and watched her sulking son trudge to his lab.

"If I can't have permission to go, I'll invent something!" Jimmy muttered to himself as he entered his lab.

"Cindy! Have you seen that new rollercoaster in Retroland? It's totally awesome!" Libby exclaimed as she turned up the volume on her Ipod.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool, but I doubt we'll get to ride it because we have school today." Cindy spat out the word as she rolled onto her fluffy, pink, silky pillows.

"Wait!" Libby exclaimed as she shot into the air. "What if we fake sick? With the grades you get, it wouldn't hurt!'

"I…don't know." Cindy murmured uncertainly.

"It'll be fine!" Libby assured Cindy. "We'll say we went to the ice-skating rink, and caught a cold! I mean, what would you rather do, hear Ms. Fowl's poultry like voice, or ride Ultra-Doom? I don't think there's a contest."

"Alright," Cindy said reluctantly. "I suppose you're right."

"Great!" Libby said. "I'll meet you at the entrance at eight, okay? See you then!"

Cindy sighed. What had she gotten herself into?

Jimmy tightened the last few bolts on his controller. "Perfect!" He said aloud. "Now to call Carl and Sheen!"

Carl sat on his bed with a cardboard cut-out of Judy Neutron. "Oh, Judy," He murmured as he leaned forward to kiss his love. Just as his lips barely touched hers, he heard the loud and annoying ring of the phone.

"WHAT IS IT!" He screeched. "CAN'T YOU SEE I'M FLIRTING WITH JIMMY'S MOM?"

"Uhh, Carl, it's me, Jimmy.

"I mean Jimmy's Yeah, her, uh, cookies!" He quickly explained.

Jimmy shuddered at the thought of Carl having a romantic attachment to his mom, but he quickly dismissed it as he got to the point.

"Look Carl, you know the new rollercoaster that just got built?"

"Yeah," Carl snorted." Everyone's talking about it."

"I made in-school holograms so we could be the first to ride it! So the holograms go to school, and we're going to ride until we're sick!"

"Holograms? Cool! Hey Jimmy," Carl asked, "Do you think you could make one of those that looks like Judy for me? For…um…my hologram collection!"

Disgusted, Jimmy quickly hung up the phone.

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Cindy Vortex sat in her dark room. She gazed her weary eyes to her digital clock. Two in the morning, perfect. She ducked under her bed and noticed that the thermostat she had heated was practically boiling.

She gently dusted her nose with blush and drew dark purple circles under her eyes. She quietly tip-toed downstairs and got into her mom's meatloaf, casserole, and yoghurt. She mixed the ingredients together to form a disgusting version of fake vomit. She was ready.

It was nearly two when Jimmy called Sheen. He had called earlier, but Sheen was busy watching Ultra Lord to care.

"Hello? Who is this? Is it Ms Fowl? I DIDN'T DO I SWEAR!"

"Chill out Sheen, it's just me, Jimmy."

"Jimmy?" Questioned Sheen, "Why are you calling me this late?"

"Look," Jimmy explained with a yawn, "I made holograms so we can be the first ones to ride the new rollercoaster."

"Sweet!" Sheen yelled. "Uh-oh, my Grandma's yelling at me, so I better go to bed. Meet you at the gate at eight! Hey! I'm a poet and didn't even know it! Bye Jimmy!"

"Bye Sheen" Jimmy said as he dozed off.

"Cindy!" Her mother called, "Cindy, come down here! Your breakfast is getting cold!" Cindy gave a realistic groan and let out a few coughs.

"Mob I bn't tink I-I-Iiiiiiiiaaaaachooooooooo! Can go to schoo' tobay." You could easily see her acting lessons paid off.

"Poor Cindy, go right back up to bed. Your father will be up to look at you in a minute." Sasha Vortex cooed. "MARK!" She yelled. "Cindy is sick! Go look at her!"

As soon as Cindy got back to her room, she quickly took out the bag of fake vomit, and placed the boiling thermometer on her head. As soon as she heard her father stumbling up the stairs, she quickly touched up her make-up, and flipped onto the bed.

"Ooooh…" She heaved as she let the false vomit splatter across her mattress.

"Cindy, her father exclaimed "You're sick! And you're burning up!" He said as he placed his hand on her forehead, I think we should call a doctor."

"NO! I bean, no, I'll be otay, I tink it's jus' da fwu."

"Alright, well, I'll be at work, and you mother has to run some errands so you'll be home alone for a few hours alright." Her father said.

"Albight" Cindy replied. She waited for him and her mother to leave, and when she heard her mother's car leave, she washed off her makeup, changed into some cute clothes, grabbed her purse, and set off to Retro Land