Jimmy Neutron Big Forehead Novels & Stories

"Is that Big Jim?" Burney nodded, his eyes already glued to the circling men. Big Jim was huge. Insanely huge. He had muscle on top of muscle and sprouted more where they shouldn't exist. He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down.

“Mom, don’t worry! My plan is foolproof.” I wanted to say more, but Jimmy had already hung up the video call. Moments later, he sent me a photo: “Mom, doesn’t this guy look a lot like that jerk?” I focused on the picture. The man in the photo bore a striking resemblance to Dominic Blackwood, from his facial features to his eyes, but there was something unsettling about his gaze—an eerie, sinister quality that made me uncomfortable. I quickly replied: “Jimmy, who is this?” Jimmy: “Hehe, I’ll keep it a secret for now. You’ll find out later, Mom!”

His eyes closed, as Jimmy lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead. "You're so adorable!" Jimmy whispered, with his lips against Charlie's forehead, causing him to smile even more.

"Look at it for yourself! The disgusting things that you did are all exposed, yet you still dare to return to the Landry Mansion? Dream on!" Luna picked the newspaper up in the rain. The rain has drenched the newspaper wet, but the headlines, photos, and content were shocking to her. Luna looked at the newspaper closely. She was thunderstruck she could not move. How could this have happened… Luna thought that Jim's abnormality was because he was too emotional, that he was just like their father. She thought something must have agitated him, and he lost his mind in the process. However, in the news report that Jim made, he was extremely sober. Too sober, in fact.

Out of all the people in the universe, why did it have to be these three? Warren, with his annoyingly tilted, toothy grin, smirks at me, his jet-black hair falling across his face, as if he's some kind of model. He's rocking a pristine white shirt that showcases his ridiculously muscular golden arms, along with blue shorts and black sneakers that probably cost more than his monthly rent. Tim's laughter echoes through the air, and I can't help but notice how his blonde hair practically shines like a halo under the warm sunlight. Meanwhile, Ant shakes his head in disapproval, his eyes darting back and forth between Tim and me. In a sudden burst of randomness, he slaps the back of Tim’s head, a

He titters, laughing. "You and Ryder deserved each other! Two pathetic matching souls who can't do anything right." H shakes his head with disgust. Picking up a barstool he raises it over his head. I lean back on one arm, raising the other to shield my head, waiting for the brutal impact, closing my eyes. Moments later, I hear a deathly thud, I peer up to see Jimmy's eyes roll back as he falls to the ground with the stool in his hands. "Oh SHIT!!!" My eyes shift to see my saviour who's now standing there panicking as blood pools around Jimmy's head.

"Bloody hell! Don't call the police. Make yourself useful and get us something with which to captivate this barbarian." "And some ice too!" McEwan called after him. Jimmy drifted out again. More voices. Movement. Now he was seated on the couch. McEwan was holding an ice pack to his injured head. His skull ached. As Jimmy began to regain his sight, he found himself staring at a body on the floor. The enormous body of an albino monk lay bound and gagged with duct tape. His chin was split open, and the robe over his right thigh was soaked with blood. He too was just now coming to.

Behind the desk sat Big Jim, his eyes were cold and calculating. He looked up from his papers and stared at me from head to toe. His eyes moved slowly over my body, taking in John's oversized clothes, my bare face, my messy hair. I felt like a piece of meat being inspected at the market. "Did you have a good night, son?" he asked John, never taking his eyes off me. John nodded. "Yes, sir." Big Jim smiled, but it wasn't a nice smile. It was the smile of a wolf looking at a lamb. "Good. Very good."

"If you are not going to kill me at least tell me where and what to expect from here." Jim took a deep breath. "It baffles my mind that you are still breathing." He paused for a moment. "I will check with him." She listened to his footsteps drifting away and then instinctively grabbed the door handle. Of course, it was locked. She then quickly combed her fingers through her hair and tied it together in a ponytail. It was minutes later that Jim knocked and opened the door. She was right, Jim was huge and his frame filled the door. He had light brown hair, greying at his temples, and a mustache. Dark brooding eyes stared back at her, he was sure intimidating.

I wait for everyone to go inside as I took some time to gather my composure and not look like a bad boy among nerds like a single rose in a thorn bush. "Jason!" I turned to see Mr Burrows. I like to call him Mr Big Head, it defines him better. The lack of hair on his head emphasizes this, especially that one spot that reflects the sun and makes him look like a walking sun god. Well, actually, more like a mirror. He was also a grandmaster, the first to draw against my father. For the size of his head, its not surprising. Big head supposed to have a big brain, if not, that's sad.