Author's Note: As always, thanks for reading and reviewing. Since the Brains didn't have any names in the movie (that I heard) I've given the one that appears a name. And I think, unfortunately, that jealousy is just a character flaw of Cindy's that is going to take a long time for her to over come. Ok, here we go!

"This is silly. I don't have time for this, I think-"

"What?" Cindy crossed her arms. "You think you'll discover cold fusion on that night? We went to a dance together once already-"

"You went with me and Timmy Turner."

"We still have gone to a dance as a couple before," Cindy had heard the arguments multiple times, but at the end of the day, she was more stubborn than Jimmy. "C'mon, Jimmy. Please?"

Jimmy sighed. "All right. But it's a fancy dance, do I really have to-" He stopped when he saw the expression on her face. Cindy didn't know what made him change his mind so rapidly in that moment, but he stopped talking and kissed her. "Fine. I'll dress up." He said after he pulled away.

"Girl, you are a million miles away right now. What were you thinking about?"

Cindy blushed. "Umm...nothing." She didn't want to discuss her and Jimmy's plans to go to the spring formal together, not even with Libby. Especially not with it being just one more week away. Who knew if they'd even get him by then. Or get him back at all... Cindy tried to shoo the thought away.

"Whatever. Are we getting any closer to Goddard?"

Cindy checked the ship's computer. "Probably about another hour. Gotta hand it to Meldar. He was a horrible, manipulative, evil creep but at least this ship's fast. Still not worth almost having a planet destroyed, of course, but..." she trailed off.

"So what do we do when we get to Primus? I know you set up a link to Vox on your phone and that will go through your GPS, but we don't know if any of the other ummm...Primans? Primusians? ...whatever the aliens are -"

"We're the ones going to their planet, technically, we're the aliens."

"Whatever! We don't know if they'll recognize us and what they might do to us. We've gotten lucky so far, Cindy, but we can't keep relying on that. If we get captured then we won't have any way of getting the boys and since we have the only ship large enough to fit adults, there's no way for anyone else to get us."

"I know, I know. I just..." Cindy sighed. "When it comes to Jimmy, I guess sometimes I leap before I look. But I'm scared, Libby. If we don't get to them soon, I just know things will be bad. I know we should plan this out and think it through, but the problem is I don't know what to plan for. I know nothing about this planet, not even Jimmy does."

"We could call someone with more experience."

"Like who?"

Libby cocked her head to the side and frowned at Cindy. "You know exactly who I'm talking about. You already won, girl. Jimmy's yours. There's no reason to keep being jealous."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cindy pretended to need to concentrate on piloting the ship, even though both she and Libby were well aware it was currently on auto pilot. In response, Libby reached over and pushed the auto pilot button off. "Hey, what are you doing?!" Cindy grabbed for the controls and started to press auto pilot again, but her finger hovered there a moment.

"You are my best friend, Cindy. But that also means I get to be the only one who can tell you when you're wrong and you actually have to listen."

"But I-"

"Cindy. For the guys?"

"All right. For the guys," Cindy pulled out her cell phone and pulled the GPS tracking app up. "Vox? Umm...find the planet Gorlock. Even though that will probably put us way off track..." she mumbled the last part.

"Planet Gorlock found," Vox responded after a minute of silence. "Would you like to set a course?"

Cindy glanced at Libby, as though pleading for permission not to do this. Libby nodded her head. "Yes. Set course. And try to find April, if you can."

"Course for Gorlock set. Estimated arrival time: three hours. April located – subject beta pinged to inform of arrival. Anything else, Jimmy?"

"I still can't believe he doesn't have voice recognition on Vox," Libby smirked. "And what's a beta ping?"

"Some system Jimmy was working on for across space and dimension messaging. So she's going to be expecting Jimmy to come. Not us."

"She'll help us, Cindy."

"I know, I know. I don't have to like it, though."

April checked her tricorder when she heard the message go off. "Jimmy Neutron?" she read the name aloud with a mix of excitement and just a little bit of sadness. She had been quite fond of the Earthling, after all, and kind of hurt to find out he was now dating the same girl he had insisted he had no interest in back when April had first met him on Intergalactic Showdown.

"April? Your attention is still required for the current line up, and we have a few requests to be considered," one of the Brains, this particular one by the name of Ambrose, had been appointed along with April to the board for directing line ups for Intergalactic cable.

"Requests?"

"Yes, it was your suggestion that we start taking requests. All though you did mention something about attacking anyone who suggested reality programming..."

"Oh. Right. What kind of requests?"

"A request for Ultra Lord that is still pending a response from an Earth advisor, seeing as when we got him on the video line his response was to scream 'this is just like that movie I saw' and then passed out, some fans are petitioning for some cartoon about a boy genius that was canceled way before its time to come back and oh...oh, dear, this is certainly something that can't be done. How did this request even get here?"

"What?"

"See for yourself," Ambrose looked at the paper in front of him. April grabbed for it and examined it.

"A request to bring back Intergalactic Showdown?! Who would be so foolish as to request such a thing?!"

"Read the back. That part doesn't read so much as a request."

April obeyed and flipped the paper around. While the front page had apparently been written by (rather messy) hand, the back page had been typed.

To whom it may concern:

This is a letter to warn you that you are to vacate your positions immediately. Intergalactic Showdown will be put back on the air and everyone now serving on the Entertainment Board will be sentenced to death, preferably on live television.

I send you this letter to give you a warning so that you may have a head start. We will be arriving soon. I won't give you a date or time, but it will be soon.

And this time, there won't be any jellybags there to save you.

Yours,

Meldar Prime

"He wishes to do battle? With us?" April snorted. "He will fall again easily. I have to go, though. An old friend is coming through the arrival terminal soon and I would like to see him as soon as he arrives. And he can help us with taking Meldar down, yet again."

"Oh, and you think I'm just going to retool all these shows myself?" Ambrose asked, but sighed before she could answer. "My people are psychic, April, I already know I'm going to have to. Go have fun, but for this I'm adding six extra episodes of Will Rye, the Science Guy into the programming."

"Is it done yet?" Carl asked.

"I don't even know what I'm doing, so I don't know when I'll be done." Sheen answered, continuing to tug on the wire he'd found from the lichen. The lights flickered off, and he stopped what he was doing. The lights reappeared, and a nutrient cube appeared, one for each of them. "So they don't notice what we're doing?"

"I don't know. Maybe they just don't care," Carl took one cube over to Sheen before swallowing his own whole.

"Maybe," Sheen agreed, "But they shouldn't take two out of the three amigops seriously." Sheen took a bite out of his cube. "Man, what I wouldn't give for a bowl of Ultra Lord Sugar Pops right now. The ones with the tiny alien marshmallows." He stuck a finger in the crack that had formed in the wall. "I think this is hollow!"

"But where does it go?"

"Carl, I don't even know where we are or if I'm dreaming. Though the lack of supermodels tells me it's probably not a dream."

"I always dream about chocolate and pizza and salmon and Jimmy's mo-...nothing!"

If Sheen found the answer odd, he didn't say anything. "I think I might be able to squeeze in here if I keep pushing at it."

Fact was, Sheen was almost positive he could fit. But he didn't know if there was any possibility he could make the space large enough for Carl to fit through. And at least for right now, he was not going to use a plan that would force him to abandon his friend.