Jimmy Neutron Big Forehead Novels & Stories

- So explain. “I won’t be with her,” Jeremy said, finally reaching the bed with his things and immediately starting to dress hastily. - This redhead makes me nervous, now I am not able to think normally with her, and who needs to be saved is not her from me, but me from her! - Jer exclaimed, having managed to get dressed in a matter of seconds. - Yes, she almost killed me: she loaded a log in the forehead. Look what a bump I have here now! - Jeremy was indignant, showing the leader to his slightly crippled forehead, on which there was a huge, beginning to turn blue, bump.

Keegan's mind reeled, a memory surfacing from the Hamlet of a few weeks ago, when the human had described the person in charge. "He's dark, with brown hair. Has a scar running from the middle of his forehead, across his eye and down to his ear. The eye with the scar is white, while the other is black. There's another scar on his jaw. And...an infinity tattoo on his neck. He's as tall as you." As the man's words replayed in Keegan's head, they seemed to morph into a real image. Because the man coming before him perfectly fit the description.

I asked him. “I’m disappointed in you son! You just had to ruin everything I built,” he seethed to me, with a glare. I observed him as he walked up to me. Big James was a tall man with a lanky figure. His hair cut was a bald one which complimented the moustache that spread out his lip line. Father was not strikingly handsome. He had a rugged face which suited him, for a business man.

James looks back at me with hopeful eyes form the setting room before running back to sit beside me. The cartoon was a 10 mins video about a little boy who's dad was a mutant with extremely large teeth and a green eyes. It was sad and satirical but it was also very funny. I could feel James hopeful eyes staring back at me until the very end of it. He turned the lights back on before the end credits began to play.

The bags just keep getting bigger. “For your safe,” Jimmy muttered, gesturing at the bag in his hand like an ape. Despite being Jacob’s triplet, Jimmy couldn’t be more different. His white-blonde hair and blue eyes landed cruelly on him. Ignore what I said earlier about shifters all being attractive, my mistake. Sharp, edged cheekbones, an oversized granite jaw permanently set to angry, and those ice-blue eyes. If a human was going to guess the wolf from a line-up, you would immediately pin him.

For the first time, she got a good look at Jimmy. He was maybe a little taller than Sharon with short curly blond hair. There was a scar on his left cheek; it looked like he had been slashed with a sharp object. He was a beefy guy and she was glad that she wasn’t within his reach; for now. He was wearing a white wife beater tank top and baggy brown joggers. He was barefooted and holding the baseball bat in his right hand. Just one look at him and Naomi knew that he was high on something and was going to be a boatload of trouble.

The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the world as we prepare for our journey back home. I stand up and join Jim in the bathroom. “Good morning baby” he says from the shower “Hey baby. How are you so agile? When did you wake up?” I ask “It’s not been long, you know. I always wake up early when I have a trip the next day . My brain is programmed like that” he says Jim and I get ready and leave the room.

It was her brother Triple J, and he had a bandage on his forehead, he also had a grumpy look on his face. “Ugh!! Why would you even need to hit the doorbell? I thought you had a key of your own. Also, what happened to your head? You didn’t get in a fight, did you? I thought you said you were done with that?” she babbled. Jimmy stood there watching her silently, he had a frown on his face and his fists were clenched, his teeth gritted in anger. He was fuming and it didn’t take time for Rebecca to notice that, but that wasn’t the only thing strange she noticed.

Noticing Zark's appearance, Jim turned his gaze from him to him and then nodded. Jim's appearance was that of someone who was misaligned and did not care much about his physical appearance, his clothes were worn and grimy, and although it was not immediately noticeable, there was a faint smell of dry sweat, his face had a light beard and he had a Relatively short hair, his clothes aside, Jim looked like a young man in his mid-25s. Near Jim, there was an old shovel that he most likely used to dig the grave, a worn pick, a crossbow that was not in the best condition and a gnawed backpack that apparently carried the few belongings of the young man.

Carter hadn’t been sure whether he should’ve been relieved or annoyed at how quickly she’d bounced. He finished off his beer and was about to get another when his least favorite person sidled up to him. Jim had somehow managed to tame his hair tonight, but after each drink, it seemed to get bigger and bigger. By the end of the night, Jim would probably look like Albert Einstein after a bender. “Look at him,” said Jim. “I don’t know how he does it. He comes into the room and everyone notices.” Carter didn’t need to ask who “him” was. “Huh,” he grunted.