Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. Had to move rather suddenly. I have previously spelled Britney as Brittany, and it looks like I was wrong about that so her name was corrected here. I will go back and correct the first chapter some other time. Thought we'd give some quick pop ins on some of the other pairs.

It was a bright Sunday morning, and Judy was carefully pouring herself a cup of coffee when the baby doll started crying. Again. Judy jumped at the sound, spilling some of the coffee over her hand. She sighed and grabbed a dish cloth to wipe up the mess, wincing as she did so. There was still a half a cup left, and she figured that would have to be enough.

"Did you need help, dear?" Judy entered the living room where Libby and Jimmy were trying to calm the doll down. She smiled pleasantly at the kids, but she was actually quite irritated. Hedy seemed to always be crying when she was at the Neutron's and Judy was starting to get a massive headache.

"No thanks, Mrs. Neutron," Libby called over the doll's cries as she inserted the feeding key in the doll's mouth. The doll finally quieted. "Sorry if we're bothering you."

"No trouble," Judy smiled even as she lied. "How much longer will you be doing this, Jimmy?"

"We turn her in tomorrow."

"Oh thank goodness." Judy said in relief. "I'll leave you two to it. I've got to start making that pomegranate dragon fruit pie for your father."

"Sure, Mrs. Neutron. Sorry again about bothering you."

"It's all right, dear," Judy lied again, retreating to the kitchen.

"I think we're just about wrapped up with all the questions," Libby wrote a note down, then flipped the assignment page over. "All right, so I guess all that's left now is to work on our oral presentation, which we can do separately."

"About that," Jimmy gulped. "Umm...what will you be saying about me? I've been trying, but holy Heisenberg, kids are tough work!"

Libby smirked. "This isn't even a real kid. It's a doll."

"I know! How much harder are the real things going to be?! I don't think I'm ever going to have kids. Sheen's better at this than I am."

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Cindy's actually told me how the assignment's going. She said Sheen's doing an amazing job. Sheen is going to get a better grade than me! I have entered the Twilight Zone, Libby! I am going to get an F! Jimmy Neutron does not get Fs!"

Libby waited for Jimmy's ranting to subside. "Ok, you did get an F that once when you were in Timmy Turner's universe-"

"Because Crocker thought I was Turner!" Jimmy shuddered.

"And, there's a reason Sheen's doing so well."

"I know, he's a good guy and he's trying really hard."

"Well, yes, that too..." Libby pulled out her cell phone and started typing. "But then there's Ultra Lord Babies."

"I'm not following you."

Libby turned her phone screen in Jimmy's direction. There was a video loaded, and she tapped the play screen.

Ultra Lord, fighting evil is its own reward!

Ultra Lord, but now he's fighting of a different sort!

Oh yeah, he's turned in his sword!

Now he's building a pillow fort!

Ultra Lord is taking care of babies

Making sure that they don't get rabies!

Three orphans from outer space

Now he's going to help them to find their place

Don't know what he's doing

cause he's a new daddy

Even harder than fighting a baddie!

Ultra Babies, gonna teach him about love!

Ultra Babies, the gift from above!

"How much longer does it go on like this?" Jimmy groaned. "That is the worst rhyming scheme I've ever heard. And what is this? I've never even heard of it!"

"That was just the theme song. Keep watching."

On screen, Ultra Lord came through a front door of a large, two story white house and stretched his arms wide.

"Ultra Babies, I'm home! Ultra Babies?" Ultra Lord picked up a note and gasped. "Oh no! The baby sitter I hired...kindly Mrs. Dneifobor was actually Robofiend in disguise! He stole my babies! Ultra Dad will not stand for this! I'm coming kids!"

"Please turn this off," Jimmy shuddered. "That's even worse writing than Ultra Lord usually has. What was that?"

"Ultra Babies lasted one season, from 2004 to 2005 and was -"

"How do you know this?"

"I don't, I'm on the wikipedia page. Let me finish," Libby shushed him before continuing. "It wasn't very popular and the network it was on only finished out the season because they'd paid for the rights for it already. Then it faded into obscurity. Because no one cared about it – not even most die hard Ultra Lord fans."

"Except Sheen, because he is the most die hard Ultra Lord fanatic." Jimmy finished for her. "But what does that have to do with this assignment?"

"One," Libby ticked the reasons off on her finger, "Sheen tries hard to emulate Ultra Lord in all things. He has this Ultra Lord Babies on Blu Ray. He actually likes this show. And you and I both know Sheen, if he sees it on tv he thinks it's real."

"Yeah, he was in those casts for six months after he tried to emulate that one Tom and Jerry episode..."

"Exactly," Libby ticked off another finger, "So he's copying what he saw on the show, and believe it or not Ultra Lord is a good dad in it-" Jimmy started to interrupt. "No, I'm not telling you how I know that and we are never going to discuss it again. Secondly, he's probably filling in anything he didn't learn from Ultra Lord with what he learned from watching his dad. And last, this is a doll."

"It being a doll should make this all easier, but it doesn't."

"Not for the rest of us, no. But have you seen how much care he takes with his dolls?"

"Action figures," Jimmy corrected.

Libby put her hands on her hips. "Not you, too! Look, dolls, action figures, I don't care! They are molded plastic that look like human forms. I have seen Sheen spoon feed his action figures before. I have seen him wash them in the sink while singing to them. This whole project was practically tailor made for Sheen to succeed."

"I guess that does make sense," Jimmy nodded his agreement.

"So stop worrying so much that Sheen's going to beat you. And even if he does, so what? Sheen deserves a win every once in a while."

"Yeah. But...Libby? You're not going to say that I was really bad at this, are you?"

"Just wait and see, Jimmy."

"You can't hit the baby, that's not how it works!" Britney had grabbed the doll, which had been named Heinrich, from Bolbi.

"In my country, we slap babies with herrings when they cry! Is proven method for whatever ails you. See? Right now, Bolbi sad," Bolbi gave an over exaggerated expression of a sad face, his lip jutting out and even tears starting to form in his eyes. Then he slapped himself upside the head with a herring. "See? Now Bolbi happy!"

"You are the worst partner ever!"

"You're a constantly not changing diapers bully, and that's the worst kind!" Butch said irritably as he changed the baby's – Spike, as he had dubbed it – diaper. Oleander hadn't avoided changing the diaper, it was just that Butch was constantly correcting whatever Oleander did. Butch had helped with bringing up his little brother, so he knew more about small kids than Oleander did. Of course, for the most part Butch shoved Spike at Oleander and then would take off. The first day, Butch had used Spike as a football. When Oleander had protested, he'd found himself thrown around instead. Butch sort of went back and forth between being excellent and not caring.

"Worst partner ever," Oleander muttered under his breath, hoping Butch wouldn't hear him. "Just one more day..."

Author's Note: Yes, the Ultra Babies theme song is supposed to be horrible. Just be glad you don't have an actual tune in your head for it, it's even worse that way.