Posted 07 December 2007 - 11:46 PM
Hi guys! This would make up for the last chapter--it reaches a fourth page on Word... so... ENJOY!!
..::Chapter 3:: Candy Bars and UltraLord::..
**The camera finds Jimmy back in Retroville, sitting at his desk in his room, taking apart an invention and wearing that oh-too-familiar expression of trying to fix a complicated machine**
JIMMY: (muttering to himself) And if I just take out this—and put in that—it should work!
**There was a loud whooshing noise, but Jimmy didn’t turn around until he heard a familiar, yet completely unexpected voice**
TIMMY: Hey Jimmy Neutron!
**Jimmy whirled around to see Timmy Turner and his hologram fairies, Cosmo and Wanda, emerging from the portal**
JIMMY: Wow, Timmy Turner! What are you doing here?
TIMMY: (shrugging) I was bored.
JIMMY: Figures.
COSMO: So Fudgehead, what do YOU think about the cheese idea?
JIMMY: What?
WANDA: He means, what do you want to do today?
JIMMY: Oh, I don’t know… I was just working on an old invention because I was so
bored…
TIMMY: Ooooh! What invention? Shrink ray?
COSMO: CHEESE RAY?
JIMMY: Actually, my Hypno-Ray.
TIMMY: Wow, fascinating!
**Cosmo nods**
WANDA: What is it?
TIMMY: Yeah, what?
JIMMY: It used to be called a Hypno-Beam, but I changed it because—
TIMMY: I’m bored. Let’s go!
JIMMY: Go where?
TIMMY: I dunno. Where do you bulgy guys usually go when you’re bored?
JIMMY: (thinking) The Candy Bar?
COSMO: Sounds unhealthy. To the Candy Bar!
**Jimmy and Timmy, with Cosmo and Wanda transformed into squirrels next to him, walk into the Candy Bar and notice Cindy, Libby, and Carl**
JIMMY: Hey guys! What are you doing here?
CARL: We’re bored. You?
TIMMY: (flatly) Same.
CINDY: (nervously flipping her hair) Why Timmy! I didn’t expect you to be here!
TIMMY: (in the same monotone) Like I just said, I was bored.
**Cindy frowns at Timmy’s obvious lack of interest in her crosses her arms, slumping back in the booth**
CARL: Hey Jimmy! Why is your usually two-dimensional friend, small-headed Jimmy here?
**Before Jimmy could answer, Sheen burst through the front doors, looking frantic**
SHEEN: Jimmy! Jimmy! JIMMY!
CINDY: (muttering) And I thought this would be a normal day.
JIMMY: Sheen? What’s wrong?
**Sheen opens his mouth to talk but stops short, noticing Timmy**
SHEEN: What’s he doing here?
LIBBY: (cutting Jimmy off) Long story. Sheen, what happened?
SHEEN: Well, you know that UltraLord movie I’ve been wanting to see since they
started making it four years ago?
CARL: (rolling his eyes) Yeah?
SHEEN: Well—well—well—
TIMMY AND CINDY: Spit it out!
SHEEN: The ticket-seller wouldn’t sell me a ticket!
TIMMY: What? The ticket-seller wouldn’t sell you a ticket?
SHEEN: And I repeat, the ticket-seller wouldn’t sell me a ticket!
TIMMY: That’s ridiculous! What other job does a ticket-seller have than to sell-
tickets?
SHEEN: That’s exactly what I said to the ticket-seller when he wouldn’t sell me a ticket!
CARL: (frantically) Enough with the tongue-twisters, they’re tearing my brain apart!
JIMMY: But why wouldn’t the ticket-seller—
CARL: (hysterically) Tearing my brain apart!
JIMMY: Sorry.
SHEEN: The guy said something stupid, like ‘you have to be eighteen or older or have an parent, guardian, or adult figure with you!’
LIBBY: What? That’s terri—did he really say it in that stupid a voice?
SHEEN: NO! That’s just me mocking him!
CINDY: Well was it rated R?
SHEEN: No, it was rated S!
EVERYONE ELSE: Rated S?
SHEEN: The guy said it stood for stupid. According to him, ‘no child under eighteen is allowed to see a movie that stupid without a—’
CINDY: And you’re telling us this because…?
SHEEN: (grabbing the front of Jimmy’s shirt) I NEED YOU TO HELP ME!
JIMMY: Sheen, calm down! What do you want me to do?
SHEEN: Use your Hypno-Ray to trick the guy into thinking I’m eighteen?
LIBBY: I thought it was called a Hypno-Beam.
CARL: No, Jimmy changed it.
LIBBY: Really? Why?
TIMMY: Man! Your conversations are even more pointless than mine!
SHEEN: Ahem… not to be of a bother or anything, but CAN WE GO NOW?
COSMO: (whispering to Wanda) He calls that not being bothersome?
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TIMMY: Dude, we haven’t moved yet.