So, this is my fanfiction short, or one-shot if that is what you call them, i dunno what a one-shot is, so...anyways...it obviously isn't that
GOOD because it is so short and kinda boring but ah...you a get a little of UN-neccesary excitement!
Sheen Is Dead:
Chapter One: “Hey Carl...Where Is Sheen?”
“Stop it Sheen,” Mr. Estevez said to his son. “The more you itch it, the worse it will become. If you fight them yourself, you should be able to have complete control.”
“I thought I already had the Chicken-Pox,” Sheen said. “In the second grade? Don't you remember?”
“Ah,” Mr. Estevez said. “But that was actually an allergic reaction. This my son, is the real thing.” Sheen looked at his dad and then went over to the couch and folded his arms, rolled his eyes, and bent his head back until he could see the wall. Behind him. Sheen was never one for fighting something, and the itch that was coming with these stupid pox things weren't very fun.
So at home it is one story...at school it is another...while Sheen is on the couch watching Ultra-Lord's Top Ten Ultra-Marathon (so Sheen kinda liked this thing a bit) at School Jimmy Neutron was at show and tell...with his brand new invention!
“Lame...” said Cindy looking at Jimmy's new item. Like anyone is really going to care what that is.” She rolled her eyes and glared back at Jimmy. “Besides, you're going on a streak, no invention you've made have actually worked for the past eight of them. Face the facts Neutron, you've lost your touch.”
“Oh Yeah Cindy?” Jimmy asked holding up his metal object. “I'm still twice the genius you'll ever be! I mean come on? Who could resist this magnificent piece of work? It can control weather...if it is a sunny day, and I feel like there should be some rain...” Jimmy walked over to the windows and swung them open. “Then I point it at the clouds and there will, in fact be rain!” Jimmy pointed his devise at one of the clouds outside. With a gleam in his eye, he pushed the orange button with a rain-drop on it and blasted it towards a cloud.
“The invention, sadly, started to go haywire. “Oh No!” Jimmy said, trying to control it before it got out of hand...but it was no use, instead of making the weather change, the small cloud somehow got into the class and right on top of Jimmy...it started to pour on his head.
The class howled with laughter, even Carl and Mrs. Fowl chuckled a bit. Jimmy, on the other hand, did not find this amusing and went back to his seat and glared at everyone. He threw his long hair out of his face and dropped his head to his desk.
Jimmy looked behind himself and saw that Sheen was not in his desk. He turned around to Carl. “Hey Carl,” he said. “Where's Sheen?” Carl just shrugged and put his head inside his desk. When Jimmy came over he saw that it was a...
Chapter Two: “I'm Not Going To Believe It”
A tuna sandwich.
“Carl?” Jimmy asked. “Mrs. Fowl will hate you for bringing food into the classroom. He took the sandwich from Carl and stuffed it inside Carl's backpack. “I think it is not impossible to wait until lunchtime.” He sat back to his desk and looked back where Sheen would've sat.
Later that day, Wendell was talking to Butch. “I heard that Sheen was with the chicken pox,” he said. “Very contagious.”
“Contagious is a scientific name for cancer right?” Butch asked in his usual, clueless self.
Even later that day, Butch was talking Oleander. “I heard from Wendell that Sheen is gone because he was chicken cancer!”
Even LATER...Oleander was talking to Nick...but no matter how many people, clueless or smart, the story ended up like this:
Sheen died in a car-crash...and the teachers were trying to hide it to keep school from getting to upset. (Yes...it was changed by that many people)
It didn't stop until it was Carl to Jimmy. “JIMMY! JIMMY!” Carl panted, running up to his friend. “I heard from Nick, who heard from Benny, who heard from Nyssa, who-”
“Just tell me already!” Jimmy said, annoyed with Carl's repetitive talking.
“Well...” said Carl. “I um...(gulp) heard that...”
“What?”
“Sheen is Dead!” Carl said giving out. He fell to the floor. “It was in a ca-ar crash.” He put his hands to his face and began to cry. Carl couldn't stand big problems, especially problems that were involved with his friends.
“I'm Not Going To Believe It!” Jimmy said. “Not one bit. If for one second you try to make me believe that Sheen is dead...then I'm going to...no...I'm not going to believe it at all. I don't care how much you, or anyone else...just...no!”
“Sorry about Sheen,” said Cindy, coming up behind Carl. She wasn't as upset as Carl, or even close to as refusing as Jimmy, but she wasn't happy. “He was a nice addition to the class...even if he was extremely annoying in every possible way.” She walked away.
“Cindy...” said Jimmy to Carl. “Said something nice about Sheen? Has the world went into a parallel universe? None the less, I shan't let the idea of Sheen being lost forever go into my head. Carl...to the lab!”
“Jimmy,” said Carl. “We aren’t finished with school yet.” Jimmy looked at Carl, sort of embarrassed.
“Oh yeah...” he said. “Um...To the lab in three hours!”
Chapter Three: “The world isn't going to go to chaos Carl. But it is still bad!”
Back at the Estevez house...Sheen was doing fine. Well, fine compared to everybody else. He walked into the kitchen and pulled out his Ultra-Rare Ultra-Lord Ultra-Mug (which Sheen has to say the full name of every time) and poured some purple flurp into it. He also took out some fruit-punch and mixed the two together. After a nice spin, he drank the stuff.
“Ah,” said Sheen. “Nothing better than a nice relaxing drink of Purple-Punch...or Fruit-Flurp...I like Purple-Punch better.” He took his mug into the living room and put it on the stand next to him (on a coaster) The T.V. Was playing the fifth Ultra-Lord episode in the countdown.
“What?” Sheen said itching one of the dots. “Ultra-Lord And Oogaul's Third Showdown...that is one of the worst ones!” He put his hand to his face. “Voters obviously don't know a good episode from another!” As you can see...Sheen is alive...and as normal as usual.
At the Neutron residence, Jimmy was sitting at the table. He wasn't able to talk to his parents about it.
“Jimmy,” said Judy sitting down at the table. “Mr. Estevez called. He said that You, Carl, and Sheen can't visit anym-”
“I need to go to the lab,” said Jimmy racing out of the kitchen.
“Hm...” said Judy. “As I was saying Hugh, they can't do anything all together for a while because Sheen has the chicken-pox.”
“Oh...” said Hugh. “Well...I thought he had them last year.”
“No no, that was an allergic reaction.”
“Oh, Now that makes sense.”
In The Lab, Jimmy was sitting in his chair, waiting for the arrival of Carl.
“Jimmy,” said Carl on the monitor. “I'm here...so, um...can you let me in please?”
“Okay,” said Jimmy pushing the button to let Carl in. Carl fell on the hard floor. He walked up to Jimmy.
“Carl,” said Jimmy. “Mom said that she got a call from Sheen's dad...he said that You, Me and Sheen can't see each other again!”
“That's horrible!” yelled Carl.” The world is going to fall into complete chaos!”
“Calm down.” Jimmy said. “The world isn't going to go to chaos Carl. But it is still pretty bad.”
“Wait...” said Carl, somehow getting a plan. “Sheen hasn't decayed into a skeleton yet, right?”
“Yeah Carl...” said Jimmy.
“And his brain is still there...” Carl said.
“Of course,” said Jimmy. “It hasn't even been two days! Why?” Carl had an idea.
Chapter Four: “That isn't how we cope with things Carl!”
“We could use your Electro-Life thingy to bring Sheen back from the dead!” Carl exclaimed. He seemed to be over-powered by his joy.
“No.” sad Jimmy. “That isn't how we cope with things Carl!”
“It isn't?” Carl asked.
“No.” said Jimmy. “We don't bring the dead back to life...ever! Carl, if Sheen is dead...he is dead.”
“Well,” said Carl. “I don't want him to be.”
“Carl,” said Jimmy. “It can't be like that. It isn't what you want...it is what happens...and what happened...is what happened.” Jimmy went over to his inventions. He looked at one, the Ultra-Shock Dance Teacher 8,000. He remembered when Sheen used this to save Libby from a Kung-Fu Monk. He saw the Brain-Drain helmet. Sheen used that to reverse his brain and make it huge, making him mad with power. It seemed like everywhere he looked...he felt like Sheen was an important part of that invention.
Again...in the Estevez house. Sheen was in bed.
“The more you sleep, the better you feel.” said Mr. Estevez. “That is something that I learned when I was young.” Mr. Estevez left the room. Sheen took out an Ultra-Lord. This one was the only-one-in-existance, Golden Ultra-Lord. He pressed the belt buckle to make Ultra-Lord say, “Get here Robofiend, and face my Ultra-Rath!”
Then Sheen picked up his Robofied. “But I have a way to destroy you Ultra-Lord!” Sheen made Robofeind say. The robotic monster tackled the man in Gold. “You can't take my power Ultra-Lord. If you try to run, I will follow you. So just GIVE UP!” He threw Robofiend onto Ultra-Lord and then Ultra-Lord started to burst out of the grip, and the Nebulon Galaxy was safe again...or at least Sheen's bed room. And still...Sheen is fine.
But the next...day...not many people would be.
Chapter Five: “It Is Detecting Large Stress In the room...”
The next day at school was even worse than the other. Jimmy and Carl arrived in the class and Jimmy had his latest invention with him.
“You know,” said Jimmy. “Libby hasn't said a word since last afternoon. She must be feeling as bad as us. Jimmy set the weather controller down and went over to Cindy and Libby.
“So,” said Jimmy. “Is Libby feeling alright?”
“No,” said Cindy. “She hasn't said a word since she figured out that Sheen...well,
you know.” She didn't finish because she knew it would upset Carl if she said “Died”
“You know Carl,” said Jimmy. “This would be a great time to try out my Neutronic Stress-O-Meter. I mean, just think about it. Anyone can make a Pro out of a really horrible Con.
“What is that?” asked Carl.
“It means good and bad.” said Jimmy. “Now take out my Stress-O-Meter please, and connect it to something electrical, like a lamp.”
Carl did as Jimmy asked connected Jimmy's item that said Stress-O-Meter to the devise that had the power to control the weather. When Jimmy said electrical, he meant a lamp but Carl didn't see any, so he used that instead.
“It is done Jimmy!” yelled Carl from the desk.
“Okay,” said Jimmy coming over. “Now turn it on!” Carl flipped the switch and it sky-rocketed up.
“It is detecting large stress in the room.” said Jimmy. “This is going to work...wait Carl...what did you connect the Stress-O-Meter to?”
“Nothing,” said Carl. “Just your weather thingy.”
“Carl, NO!” Jimmy yelled. But it was too late, the Stress in the room powered the devise, causing it to fire rapidly at the clouds. “Carl,” said Jimmy. “The Stress-O-Meter is supposed to show you how much Stress is in the room. But last night I made it so that it is able to power the devise it is connected to.”
“Oops,” said Carl.
The clouds spun around, firing everything at people. It's first hit at the classroom was a bunch a giant rain-drops. One flew through the window and splashed all over the room. Then it started firing hail, and then lightning.
“How are we supposed to control this?” Jimmy asked himself. “If Sheen just wasn't, No!” “What Jimmy,” asked Carl.
“This thing is worse than I could imagine...the more stress In the room, the more powerful the Weather-Controller gets...and the more powerful the weather controller gets, the more dangerous the weather will become. And the more dangerous the weather becomes...the more stress is in the room...and then...well, you get the picture now.”
The outdoors was now going crazy... it was getting worse and worse until...
Chapter Six: “Sheen...You're Alive!”
A Hurricane! The giant raindrops going at fast as they are, the weather was actually able to make a Hurricane! Jimmy felt himself being lift off of the ground. He grabbed hold of Carl, who grabbed hold of Cindy, and so on. The door flew open and they gave out and slammed into the lockers.
“Jimmy,” said Carl. “I think the school is being lifted off of the ground.”
“What makes you think that?” asked Cindy sarcastically.
“This is no time for sarcasm!” said Jimmy. “I have figured it out...SHEEN IS STILL ALIVE!”
“What are you talking about?” asked Butch. “He is not.”
“Yes,” said Jimmy. “He is. Remember Carl, the Crono-Arch! It showed that in the future, Sheen was a famous Male-Model! Why would it show that if Sheen was going to die? That means that-”
“He's alive!” Carl yelled gladly. Jimmy fell to the ground...the weather had calmed down a bit. Jimmy noticed this, and got happier, the more the people noticed the weather calming down, the more they got less stressed...and the less stressed they got, the more the weather would calm down...and so on. It then ended...Jimmy shut off the Stress-O-Meter and the Weather-Controller Powered Down.
* * *
Later that day...when they were working on math...someone came into class. It was Sheen, and he wasn't dead at all.
“Sheen,” said Jimmy. “You're Alive! Just like I figured!” Carl ran over and tried to hug him, but Sheen put his hand out.
“I'm still sick,” said Sheen. “I'm just visiting because I wanted to see how everybody was doing! By the way Jimmy...why s everybody so glad to see me? I've only been gone Three days with the Chicken-Pox...”
“We um...kinda thought that you were dead!” Jimmy said. “And I thought that you already had them before.” Jimmy was trying to change the subject.
“Oh,” said Sheen. “That was just an allergic rea-...everybody thought that I was dead? Wow!”
“Yeah,” said Carl. “And then stress caused a machine to malfunction and weather almost destroyed the school.”
“Man,” said Sheen. “I miss everything! Well, goodbye guys!” He left the classroom scratching his back. Yep, Sheen was defiantly still alive.
“So Cindy,” Jimmy said looking back. “My invention WORKED! Ha!'
“It almost destroyed the school,” said Cindy. “That doesn't count.”
“Yeah it does,” said Jimmy.
THE END...If You Are Reading this...You apparently didn't listen to the fact that that was the end.
