Hope you guys enjoy this fanfic prequel...and against my better judgement, I don't own Jimmy Neutron :(

For the past few months, the house just across from that of Cindy Vortex had been for sale. The house itself was empty, but there was one thing left behind that hadn't been there before…the clubhouse. The previous owners of the house had built it for their 5-year old twins and it used to hold lots of extravagant child toys. But they cleared that out when they moved, so now it was just a stuffy old clubhouse. That morning, however, the "For Sale" sign had been removed, despite no one being there at the time. Cindy took note of this as she got on the bus for school that day.

"Hey, you see that, girlfriend?" asked Libby, "Looks like someone's finally moving into that house."

"About time," said Cindy.

Right next to the two girls, Carl and Sheen had also noticed the "For Sale" sign had been replaced with one that said "Sold."

"You don't think it's another Butch, do you?" asked Carl.

"Nah," replied Sheen, "That got old after the fifth one moved out last year."

"Who wants to bet this next person won't last long, either?" asked Libby.

Cindy had opened up her green backpack and pulled out a pink notebook, examining her homework from the previous night.

"That's the smartest kid in Retroville for you," said Sheen, "Always doing homework no matter what."

"I'm not doing homework, I'm reviewing it," replied Cindy, giving a slight grin at Sheen, "Something you could learn to do, Ultra-Dork."

"That so?" asked Sheen, "Care to enlighten me how us two dimwits are supposed to do homework?"

"Hey, at least I try," said Carl, trying to defend himself.

The four laughed as the bus had approached Lindbergh Elementary School and they stepped off the bus. As was their usual routine, they walked next to each other, with Carl and Cindy on the left, Libby and Sheen on the right.

"If you guys are having so many problems with your schoolwork, why don't you just ask someone for help?" asked Libby.

"That would cut into my Ultra-Lord time," replied Sheen, "Gotta sort out your priorities."

"No, you need to sort out your priorities," said Cindy.

"I think he already has," said Libby.

"Hey, isn't that Principal Willoughby?" asked Carl.

Principal Willoughby was indeed up ahead, just outside his office. Normally, however, he was either in the office or making surprise visits to the classrooms. If he was ever seen in the hallways, he would just be making his way from one room to another as opposed to talking to someone, as he was doing now. A young married couple had been talking to him. The woman had short hair with a green dress, pearl necklace, and a beauty mark just under her lips. The man wore glasses with swirled brown hair, and wore a blue sweater vest with matching pants. He also had an unusually large nose.

"I'm sure he'll make an excellent addition to our student body!" exclaimed the flamboyant elementary school principal, "And I can't wait to see those inventions of his!"

As the couple passed by the four young students, they too were approached by the principal.

"Oh, perfect timing!" exclaimed Principal Willoughby, "Just the people I was looking for! The four amigos! I've got big news!"

"We're opening a llama petting zoo?" asked Carl.

"Ultra-Lord's gonna be here?" asked Sheen.

"Eh, no," replied Principal Willoughby, "What I was going to say is that we're about to have a new student that will be in your class tomorrow!"

Immediately, all four of them began to imagine what kind of classmate this new student would be. Libby imagined a punk boy with her taste in music. Cindy imagined a Nick Dean lookalike, but with a brain. Carl imagined someone who would bring in a pet llama to school with him every day. Sheen imagined someone dressed completely in Ultra Lord gear.

"Now I do hope you'll all help him find his way around the school once he arrives," said Principal Willoughby, "We don't want an incident like when Carl first started kindergarten, do we?"

"I'm potty-trained now," said Carl shyly.

At that moment, the ringing bell echoed throughout the halls.

"Well, I'll see you children later," said Principal Willoughby, prancing down the hall.

"A new student, eh?" wondered Sheen.

"Been a while since we've had one of those in our class," said Libby.

In the late afternoon, everyone was on the bus back home, pretty much in their usual spots.

"You think he'll be nice to us?" asked Carl, "I really hope he isn't another Butch."

"Carl, we're only in second grade," replied Cindy.

"So is Butch!" cried Carl, "That doesn't mean he's nice!"

"You still owe me a lunch, buddy!" Butch shouted from the back of the bus.

"Just leave him alone, Butch!" shouted Libby.

"Or what?" asked Butch.

"Or you'll face the wrath of Ultra Lord!" exclaimed Sheen, "You will taste the Ultra Punch…just like in episode 276 when he used it on the Psycho Monkeys of Kobar-9! It was cool!"

Not exactly fear-inspiring, but the awkward silence that followed caused Butch to stop talking either way. When Cindy and Libby walked in one direction as the bus stopped, Carl and Sheen walked the other. However, shortly as they passed the newly sold house, something approached them…a robot dog to be specific.

"AAHH!" cried Carl and Sheen.

"What is that thing?" asked Carl.

"It must be some horribly deformed, mutated creature!" cried Sheen.

Sheen's theory, or what passed off as one, was greatly exaggerated. They became less afraid of the dog once they saw it kneeling down, dropping bolts from its rear end.

"Goddard, not on the sidewalk!"

The robot dog, which they now knew was named Goddard, looked up and began to bark at its master. The small boy had a rather large head for his body figure, not to mention a hairdo that looked like a chocolate ice cream swirl.

"That thing is your pet?" asked Sheen.

"Yeah, he's my robot dog Goddard," the boy replied, "I built him myself!"

"You built that?" asked an amazed Carl.

"Well, it's an easy process when you have a working knowledge of mechanics and engineering," replied the young genius.

"Mechawho and whatsaneering?" asked Sheen.

"You're…not that bright, are you?" asked the boy.

"Nope," replied Sheen.

"Nuh-uh," replied Carl in unison.

"Jimmy!" cried a voice from the window.

The woman and man who were looking out the window, the boy's parents, looked awfully familiar to Carl and Sheen.

"Jimmy, clean up the mess you made in that kitchen, and I mean you!" said Mrs. Neutron, pointing at her son, "Not the robotic Jimmy that says nice things."

"Oh, and wash up when you're done with that, Jimbo!" exclaimed Mr. Neutron, "We're having pie tonight to celebrate a successful move-in."

"Alright," groaned Jimmy, "I'll be right there."

As Jimmy and Goddard ran off back inside their house, Carl and Sheen began to walk to their own.

"You know, those two grown-ups looked familiar," said Sheen.

"Yeah," said Carl, then with a slight giggle, "But especially the really pretty one…"

That night, the lights in Jimmy's room were on while he was conducting experiments with Goddard. It had been some time since that much light came from that house. It would take a little time for Cindy to get used to it.

"Seriously, what is going on in there?" Cindy wondered to herself.

To be continued...

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