Jimmy Neutron X Timmy Turner Novels & Stories

"Timmy, I recently heard that your nightclub is being closed down. Is it true?” "What did you hear?" Since Timmy had been lacking money recently, he was ashamed of his situation and did not go out much. Every day, he would lock himself up at home and browse the internet, completely unaware of what was happening outside. "I heard that your nightclub was closed down and your partner had something to do with it. Apparently, your partner offended someone he shouldn’t have, so that’s why your nightclub was closed down.” "Huh? Who did you hear that from?" Timmy did not believe it. His partner was Susan's friend. If Jared Summers was on her side, who the hell in South City would dare to do anything

I looked back at Jimmy and he smiled folding his hands in front of him and sat down more comfortably as if about to watch a show. Timmy was lying on his side so I had to find a way to get him to face up since he had his mouth slightly open. I stuffed the pillows behind him closely and I stretched my hand and run it very lightly over his eyes. I had to do it four times before he finally turned the other way but the pillows stopped him so now, he was facing upwards just like I wanted. I moved my hand holding the cup to his face and looked at Jimmy who nodded in approval and excitement. Taking my eyes back to Timmy, I gasped as he was looking directly at me.

added Tim. *** The scheduled DNA testing is already here. Will it be exciting? Or traumatic?

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

Tim said with a smile, having recently advanced to an Earthly Immortal. "That's not necessarily true. How do you know he hasn't had an advancement?" Cindy retorted. Tim paused for a moment, smiling bitterly. Deep down, he shared that same concern—especially after Charlie's sudden disappearance following his visit to the Trumans.

So his first order of business was procuring a few grams from Alfie. “D’you think they’ll make a film about dickwad here?” said Tim, shifting onto his sizeable left buttock so he could fart. “Dunno,” said Alfie. “But they wouldn’t call it Blow they’d call it Blown It, innit.” “Very funny guys,” said Jimmy. “But I nearly got killed, thanks to you.” “What’s that s’posed to mean?” “Well you introduced me to Ashkan.”

Jimmy just smiled and said, “No need to think about weird things. I'm Jimmy Madon and I'm eight. Well, almost eight.” For the first time since they met, Asher smiled and Jimmy looked at the dimples in his cheeks enviously. He held his cheeks and subconsciously thought, 'It's not fair. He has cute holes in his cheeks and I have none.' Meanwhile, Asher smiled cause Jimmy said almost eight. It is quite refreshing to know someone similar or a little bit similar to him. “Well, I'm six. Almost six,” Asher said and now it was Jimmy's turn to smile. “Even though you are younger than me and I'm your senior, can we be friends?” Jimmy asked stretching out his hands for a handshake.

Still, his curiosity kept growing, and it felt like his peace was at stake if he didn’t ask. “Jacob, let’s head out already. I’ll get the new gaming system. This time I’m going all in — I want to shop for all the best versions out, buddy. But before that, we’re going out for fun,” Timmy said playfully in his usual tone. He always had that friendly smile on his face. Actually, this was a side of Timmy that not many knew. He treated others differently from how he treated Jacob — almost as if there was some kind of connection between them.

“A little boy. Dark hair. Still in his spiderman Jammies? Maybe angry too? Walking willingly to his doom?” "Oh, trust me," Timmy chuckled, his voice faintly echoing in the big hall. "A boy in Spiderman jammies would be hard to miss." He winked. I had no clue what was so funny about wearing spiderman jammies. But maybe I was too freaked out to understand or appreciate his sense of humour. All I could see or sense right now was his staggering assholeness that I didn't have time for. When I did nothing but stared up at him with pure frustration, he lifted his hands in defeat.

Juan nodded with a crazy looking guitar and grinned. “Jamie?” I asked. He shook his head and said with a smile. “Not yet, but there are just about twenty more.” He replied. I grinned and put the guitar down. I walked to the young boy and pointed to his acoustic. “May I?” I asked him carefully. The boy nodded eagerly. “Tim, toss me a belt there will you? Do you like cartoons on your guitar kid?” I asked the boy. “Anything.” He replied. Tim tossed me a belt with smiley faces on. I grinned and tied the guitar before walking to the drums.