A/N: Wow, really fast for me! Two chapters ina weekend, but both have been particularly short.I decided to give you this in order to make up for the abbreviatedness of both chapters! Don't forget to review telling me that you've read both of my stories if you have!

I don't own Jimmy Neutron or Jeopardy!. If I did I would have them do the chicken dance while wearing giant turkey costumes. Yes, turkey costumes.

"What are we supposed to do?" Libby asked as she got over the initial shock of Cindy's outburst in such a Neutronic style.

"Vox, find all of the activated GPS devices within Retroville. Make sure that they are at a low frequency. One that would be used on the Bluetooth headset of a phone," Cindy commanded.

Once again, nothing happened.

"Sheen, would you do the honors?" Cindy asked, slightly frustrated. Sheen strutted over next to where Cindy was standing and cracked his knuckles. A sharp snapping sound was heard and Sheen looked through tear filled eyes at his fingers, which had been painfully injured. Libby rolled her eyes and silently pondered what she saw in Sheen.

"Vox, I would like a pound of wireless parts, three blocks of rotten cheese, and a love puppet. Forget that last part," Sheen said, clearly recovered from the finger incident, "I already have one," and Sheen pulled Libby close. He raised the skin above his eyes where his eyebrows should have been and smiled, attempting to woo Libby. Libby, on the other hand, pushed Sheen squarely in the chest, seemingly without effort, and into the nearest wall covered with shelf after shelf of inventions. They all collapsed with a loud crash on Sheen's head.

"I'm ok," Sheen said as he stood up swiftly from the pile of contraptions and headed over towards Libby again. This time, however, Libby let his armrest across her shoulders instead of pushing him away again.

"Searching for GPS devices. Devices detected," Vox cleared.

"I'm confused," Carl admitted. "You two keep on talking about some kind of "devicey" thingy and I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah, what are you guys talking about?" Sheen asked. Libby and Cindy both looked at each other and exchanged a look.

Yeah, I guess we could tell them," said Libby quietly enough for only Cindy to hear. Cindy nodded and began to explain.

"Remember last Friday when Neutron totally shrunk the "thumbtack" in my backpack?" Cindy began.

"How could we forget? I've never seen anyone turn such a color," said Carl.

"I totally understand why you were so mad about the thumbtack, Cind. For too long Jimmy has been shrinking all of my useful possessions," Sheen said supportively. Carl did a double take on Sheen.

"The only thing that Jimmy ever shrunk of yours was a piece of pie, two hairs, and a watermelon."

"None the less," and Sheen left the rest of his statement hanging.

"Anyways, that "thumbtack" wasn't as it seemed," and with that Cindy delved into the whole story about the Telepathic Reader 5000 and how mad she was at Jimmy and her need for revenge.

"Whoa," said Carl, his eyes were a little undialated from thinking so hard about something other than llamas.

"So," said Sheen rather enthusiastically, "how does this telephony pleader 52 thingy work?"

"Yeah Cindy, I've been wondering the same thing myself," said Libby.

"I haven't," Carl admitted.

"It works by isolating the thinking cells in a brain and, using microwave technology, transfers their brain waves into something that can be audibly heard through the help of a listening device. Also, with the assistance of the remote, the Telepathic Reader 5000 can issue little bouts of electricity to whomever it is being hosted by," Cindy said. "Did I leave anything out?" she added quickly.

"What's with the microwave thingy? Does that mean it cooks your brain?" Carl asked. "Cause, if it tastes anything like Plutonian Gut Chunks I'll eat it!" Sheen's face turned a deep shade of green, close to that of Cindy's eyes, and sped off towards the bathroom in remembrance of that fateful day.

"You know how a microwave works, right?" Cindy asked Carl.

"Yeah, you put the food in, press the buttons on the outside, then the food spins in circles and comes out nice and ready to eat," Carl said and rubbed his tummy. Sheen returned at Carl's side looking relieved. He saw Carl rubbing his stomach and thought Carl was just talking about the Gut Chunks and Sheen was a blur of blue towards the bathroom once more.

"Partly, I mean do you know how it makes the food hot?" Cindy asked, disregarding Sheen.

"Of course, little microwave fairies come in while you're not watching and heat up the food with their calliente hot sauce that raises the temperature of the food," Carl said.

"Not really," said Cindy, not completely wanting to destroy Carl's fairy dreams. She knew there were no such things. But then again Cosmo and Wanda made her wonder… "The microwave emits small, harmless amounts of radiation waves that make the molecules in the food vibrate in their places at very fast paces. The vibration causes the food to warm up the same way it does when you rub your hands together very quickly," Cindy completed. Sheen had returned from the bathroom by the time Cindy had begun her speech.

"Big words hurt," he said, his right eye twitching slightly.

"The same thing happens with your brain cells except instead of making heat, it makes sounds," Cindy said.

"That makes a lot of sense," said Libby.

"No it doesn't!" Sheen burst. "It makes just as much sense as Carl on Jeopardy! And WINNING!"

"So it makes perfect sense?" Carl asked.

"NONE WHAT SO EVER!"

"Girl, just ignore them. It makes sense to me. Clever thinking by the way," Libby said, piping up for the first time in a while.

"Yeah, but my mom is wondering why the microwave is gutted. I hinted that the Yolkians did it but I don't think she bought it," Cindy said and the two broke out in laughter.

"Ok, now that we know how the Telepathic Reader 5000 works, lets get down to business and do what we came here to do. Let's find Jimmy," Cindy said. Cindy, Libby, Carl, and Sheen all looked up at the screen. A map of Retroville stood there broken apart by many red dots; each red dot indicating a different GPS system.

"Look for the dot with my phone number attached to it. That's the way these Bluetooth things work, if I'm not mistaken," Cindy said.

"Vox, look for the wicked witch and her winged monkeys," screamed Sheen.

"Searching for Cindy's phone. Number 555-555-5554. 555-555-5554 found," Vox's monotone voice echoed against the walls of the Lab.

"He's 3 miles Northeast of Retroville at Taquito Mountain," said Carl, who was very good at reading maps.

"Whoa, Carl! How'd you DO that?!" Sheen asked, clearly impressed.

"Who cares about that?" Cindy asked. "Quit sucking your thumbs and let's light this candle!" And Cindy vanished over towards Jimmy's hovercar.

A/N: Well? Review!!! Don't forget to tell me if you A) liked my story &/or B) if you've read "The Diary" &/or its sequel, "The Diary Part Two"!

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