There was extreme power going through his left arm and shooting out his right like ultimate energy blasts. The shot was shot with shooting efficiency that destroyed the very building that had at least twelve windows.

"That is why we are Mac Stans," explained the madman of the hour. He held up the corpse of a Linux.

Jimmy, crestfallen by the latest brainblast, reached into his rear pocket and withdrew a remote. He pressed the big red button and a laser was fired from the nearest natural satellite.

The eerie beam struck Carl in his life. He wailed and a llama exuded from his soul.

Sheen wept. He could not believe a dead chicken was on the horizon. This chicken would never be inside a KFC ever again.

"Hey, Jimmy… I think life is reflexive and we should all destroy the lore of our ancestors, dig?" wheezed Carl.

Jimmy's eyebrow fell off and broke into eleven pieces that punched the worms underfoot.

The worms wailed in horror as their innards were dissolved into the latest incarnation of spirit.

"That's not just a worm!" shouted Sheen. "That's my father!"

Jimmy replaced his brow with the chocolatey taste of Cocoa Puffs. This was regulated by the cream of the crop: Baltoy.

"Go! Banana Power!" shouted the boy genius as the ground-psychic Mon harnessed the potassium.

"Bruh, just get a flippin' Claydol already…" Carl sighed. "Don't you wanna set up hazards and have some defensive Rapid Spin support? SMH…" He took out a feather from his cap and dipped it in ink. The next word written was the truth about turtles.

"Squirm like a turtle…" seethed Bolbi like the more utter truth. He slapped and clapped and patted a flamingo on the beak.

"Arigatou, Bolbi-san," said the pink avian. Its plumes were influenced by good ole Mildor.

Zach laughed and jammed a sacred sword deep into his account of merciful grace. "Jimmy Neutron, what would you do if your favourite cowboy was inside the latest Shakespearean tragedy?"

Jimmy put on his angry eyes, potato-style. "If you ever proceed words from your gullet again, Zachary, I will not hesitate to use force to quell your very being."

Zach zipped lip, but looked into Jimbo's eyes with the reverence of twisted cunning in the moonlight.

Bolbi continued the ritual until his own eyes burned. The irises were reduced to smoke which Carl swallowed with the heartiest gulp since the Cincinnati incident of '87.

"Jimmy, I want to wed your mother," said the Wheezer as he got into his boogie stance. Carl had so much groove that he looked to be the man who would one day be patriarchal to the Neutrons.

"I do not believe in fame, but I will silence your vileness, my friend," said the brunette with stolen Donkey do.

"Funky…" Sheen observed Kongly as his feet swelled to the size of mighty oak trees. They then fell off and landed in a pile of discarded limbs and ET Atari carts.

That's when Bolbi hit the switch on the autotune. He rapped about products at Tesco being overpriced and looking mighty unfortunate.

"Man, my glutes will destroy all souls…" mused Carl with incredible enthusiasm. His enthusiasm then hit the 11th octave.

"Oh my, he is killing all spirit this July…" said Jimmy with many tears of a boy of sadness. He could hardly believe this was going to be the most disrespectful September of all time.

Sheen could not sense the uncanny semblance, so he just revved up his portable iron chainsaw and took it to the unfathomable booty. "It has been removed," said he.

Carl looked down at his felled butt. It was like the death of a beloved tree, mostly birch with a tinge of elm. "Johto over Hoenn, all day, err day…"

Jimmy could not keep it in anymore. He ran up to Carl and just had to deliver the punch to end all injustice. He sent his fist into the glasses and Carl's brain was knocked outside of his blessed ear.

Sheen ate the small pink thing with a side of salt. "I think I've become smarter, Jimmy," he said with a smile and now two flamingos under each wing. There were even smaller flamingos under each wing of the larger duo, totaling six birds in all.

"Oy, but ye ain't smarter than me, ya scallywag…" Jimmy sighed, taking out his lyre and playing a melancholy melody about warhorses and sawhorses and seahorses and golf courses.

THE END