FoO-tUrE

Disclaimer – If we owned Jimmy Neutron, these would be episodes, NoT fanfiction.

Author's Note – We don't use the word 'said.' If we do, you can say whatever you want in the reviews… … if we don't, you better say nice things. This is our first published work, and we were 10 when this was written. Enjoy! 

Chapter Five: The New and Improved Neutrons

"Where is everybody?" Cindy wondered.

"Oh, Lachelle, Dustin, Alyssa, and the Mrs. are out shopping," Mr. Neutron answered.

"When will they be back?" Jimmy questioned.

"At about 5:00 p.m.," Mr. Neutron informed.

"What time is it now?" Jimmy wanted to know.

"Try your watch," Cindy reminded him.

"Oh my gosh! It's…" DING, DONG, BOOM!

"What just happened other than the doorbell ringing?" Cindy asked.

"Well, you see," Mr. Neutron replied, "Lachelle tried to…fix…the doorbell."

"Honey, I'm home!" Mrs. Neutron's voice rang out, but before she entered the room, a girl of about 7 years of age pranced into the room. She was wearing a vivid orange skirt, a settle lavender top, vibrant green shoes, and her hair was pulled back into two sloppy pigtails by hot pink bows. (A/N: Why are they called pigtails…pigs only have one tail :-P) The little girl ran up to hug her father. He threw her up in the air and then gave her an affectionate hug.

"Oh Daddy, I missed you so!" she squeaked lovingly.

"I missed you too, Lacy," Mr. Neutron sympathized.

Jimmy muttered to Cindy, "That must be Lachelle."

"Do you think I'm dumb?" she bantered.

"Sorry," Jimmy mumbled sarcastically.

Next, a girl about 10 years old skipped through the living room door pulling her little brother to her father. "Guess what, daddy! Dustin won the Math Bee!" Alyssa congratulated.

"Isn't that for people in 1st through 5th grade, not kindergarten?" Mr. Neutron wondered in awe.

"Well…yeah…but Dustin was so good that he was allowed to join!" Alyssa replied gleefully. (A/N: he skipped a year of preschool.)

"And…that must be Alyssa and Dustin?" Jimmy murmured.

"I guess… …" Cindy answered.

Mrs. Neutron bustled through the door carrying numerous bags overflowing with wrapped presents. She stated hurriedly, "I'll just go and put these in the closet." She suddenly realized that there were two children in the room that weren't hers, but one was her. (A/N: Confusifying, huh…I like that word:D) She ran, quick as a cricket, up the stairs. Quick as a cricket, she was back again. "Hello, guests," she welcomed. "It seems like it hasn't been too long since I last saw you."

"Try six years," Cindy whispered to Jimmy, obviously upset. "Does she really not care about me that much? I mean, me, her, she, I, her own flesh and blood!" She plopped down on the couch, and Jimmy sat down nest to her.

"She probably just doesn't care about you that much," Jimmy teased. "I mean, you gave her the shock of her life six years ago."

"Hey! If I went and killed myself because she made me so depressed, then Alyssa, Lachelle, Dustin, and my future self would not be alive right now! Also, you most likely would have killed yourself because your 'Mrs.' Here was not alive!" Cindy brainstormed.

Jimmy froze with a confuzzled look on his face, and then replied, "That's a wee bit farfetched, don't you think?"

Before Cindy could answer, Dustin came over to them lugging a trophy behind him. He then attempted to get it into the trophy cabinet labeled 'Dustin's Trophies.' His sisters followed him. However, Lachelle's intentions were not as sweet as her sister's. While Alyssa helped Dustin get his trophy into the cabinet, Lachelle started chattering nonstop to Jimmy and Cindy. "Hi, you guys look vaguely familiar. You know what would be awesome opossum … … if you were a younger version of my parents! Let's go look at a photo album and if you are…that's WiCkEd! And if you aren't… … …Boy, that seems like wonderful coinkidink. Do you want to hear about my day? Oh, well, if you insist! Well…it all started when my alarm woke me up at 6:37 this morning…then I got dressed and made my way downstairs for breakfast…but my mom was not awake…or at least, not there to make me my breakfast…Anyways, I had to make my own breakfast, but I have no talents in cooking, so I decided to just make cereal. Unfortunately, I messed up even that when I PUT ORANGE JUICE IN MY CEREAL! Then, Alyssa had to help me, and we got it all right, but this time I spilled it all over. And of course Alyssa had to clean it up, because whenever I attempt to clean things up I either make a bigger mess or make it harder to clean. Anyway, please tell me if I'm talking too much, 'cause I'll just shut up if you want." She was babbling on and on so fast that some parts were hard to comprehend.

"Lacy, you're talking too much," Alyssa declared gently.

"If I must," Lachelle replied. She then shut her mouth and kept quiet, occasionally glancing down at her watch, and looking the entire time as if she was about to start talking any minute.

She finally hit a button on her watch and exclaimed, "Wow! Three minutes and thirty seven seconds, this beats my last record by two minutes and twelve seconds. Oh! About that photo album, I'll be right back." She then skipped excitedly out of the room and up the stairs, leaving Jimmy and Cindy to finally get better acquainted with the rest of their family.

"Wow, she seems very…sweet," Cindy commented.

"Look at all of Dustin's trophies," Alyssa instructed thoughtfully, ignoring the three more significant cabinets labeled 'Alyssa's trophies'. "Aren't his trophies cool?"

"Not half as cool as mine," Lachelle bragged as she burst into the room carrying a gigantic photo album.

"Hey! Don't be rude," Alyssa remarked.

"Whatever," Lachelle retorted. Turning to Jimmy and Cindy, she proclaimed, "Here's the album. It's actually more like a scrapbook that mom made, but it'll do, right?"

"Uh…sure…" Jimmy responded, yet quietly. Turning to Cindy, he interrogated, "Since when have you liked scrap booking?"

"Since…today?" Cindy sort of defended. Jimmy just shrugged his shoulders.