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Neutron's Sexual Experimentations	By : Dickelodeon Category: +G through L > Jimmy Neutron Views: 14996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Jimmy Neutron is owned by a bunch of rich white bureaucrats at a large corporation called Viacom and I am not affiliated in any way shape or form with them. Despite my moniker here being off by one vital letter I have no connection to Nickelodeon, and the horrible things I'm having their intellectual properties do in this fanfiction is (I hope) protected under fair use as a parody, albeit a very gruesome one. While we're on the subject, there's a lot of violence that gets described ahead so, y'know if you really haven't been reading before this and get triggered by that kind of shit then go home or read something else or whatever.
Welcome back everyone. Last time we saw a magnificent battle between Jimmy Nutrron and current Chuck E. Cheese mascot Charles Edgar Cheese the III that ended with the giant mouse slamming the boy rapist's head into a hard metal soft-serve machine 61 times – once for each episode of the Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius TV series for those who didn't catch that. It's been 15 years since the show's 4-year run as I write this, and reflecting on my own alt-adventures and how I've gone on even longer than the franchise itself makes me laugh in delight. I'm still at it baby and it's time for phase 2! Just like with Game of Thrones, this end war will be told over a series of epic short stories. This is the 1st of those 7 fast-paced and action-packed final chapters. So grab yourself a glass of Poopy Flurp, sit back and enjoy!
Dickelodeon presents, "Neutron's Sexual Experimentations Chapter 14: Jimmy V.S. Chuck E."
It had been a week since Jimmy Neutron had committed a series of rapes, murders, physical assaults, sexual assaults and other various felonies and misdemeanors across the town of Retroville. The damage he did would not be easily recovered from, but Charles Edgar Cheese the Third held the situation as stable as possible. Without a teacher to hold class and with the surviving students too badly maimed or traumatized to go back to school, they all were residential guests at the local Chuck E. Cheese – akin to what Michael Jackson had operating at Neverland Ranch, not how the media looked at it but what it actually was. The dickless children ran around and romped on the slides and ladders to the best of their ability, played games and took comfort in each other between complimentary dishes of buffet-style pizza. But none of the arcade equipment or animatronic shows could really cheer them up; not when they knew what lay dormant in the little boys room.
One stall in particular had been marked as out of order the entire week. Chained to the toilet inside was a bruised and disoriented one James Isaac Neutron. His oozing flesh wounds were healing poorly, and his body had dozens of sores from sleeping in the contorted position Charles left him in. Half the time Jimmy's gigantic and swollen head rested over the bowl. He ate Bolbi almost immediately after his capture, devouring his flesh raw as he tore it off with his mouth since no one could pry the foreign exchange kid's body from the grip of Jimmy's death penis. Now nothing but bones remained. Once a day leftover cold and half eaten slices of pizza were dumped over the door and he would get a workout trying to reach and eat. The first few days he refused to eat them though out of pride, and even now not a single crust was eaten in defiance. Little did they know he had been using them as anal stimulators to give his libido the vital sustenance it needed as well. Humping the pot could only do so much to sooth his ever growing testicle sac. The four balls ached, the two evil ones burning with fire each day as his rage tinged the sperm building inside. Unkempt, unclothed and covered in piss and shit from several unsuccessful attempts to move onto the seat or challenge pissing into the air, this was the worst state Jimmy Neutron has ever found himself in – even before those awful humilations and beatdowns from his fellow male oppressors. Hugh neutron and Nick Dean were titty boy bullshit compared to Charles Cheese and how much he had totally fucked up his plans. Not even the period of time he had to live life without his precious penis was worse than his current imprisonment in the men's room at Chuck E. Cheese. He would make that rat bastard Charles Edgar Cheese III pay for all of this with the most gruesome torture and death that his genius mind can fathom – at least until his next enemy appears and he has to top himself yet again. One battle at a time, he said to himself.
Despite vegetating and having survived on foreigner flesh, moldy pizza, dust and other stray toilet debris while fighting off dysentery and infections for a week, the entire time Jimmy Neutron had been formulating a plan. He knew Charles wanted a trial and planned to execute him regardless, so given how long it's been he could only figure that the trial would not be a farce and he was gathering actual evidence to make the conviction stick. Chuck has all the kids, and no doubt one or two would snitch on Jimmy and lead the mouse towards more clues, but he had no way of knowing what exactly he had. No doubt the bloody stage of his show and tell complete with 3 cadavers, but what else? The scene he left back home? The police officer's corpse? Goddard? The only way he could possibly know was if someone he trusted came to visit, and there was only one person Jimmy Neutron still fully trusted…
Just then he heard the door open, and judging from the sound of the shuffling shoes and the crinkle of the disease diaper, he knew who it was before the squeaky voice began. Great, this is the last thing I need, thought the boy rapist. Hearing the wheels of the diaper tank following his friend renewed his faith though. However dumb Carl was he must still be loyal, thought Jimmy. Then his mind shook from a series of knock on the stall door.
"Hey Jimmy. Sorry I didn't come sooner," peeped Carl. Jimmy growled in response, telling his friend to be quiet. "Oops, sorry. How ya…how you doing Jimmy?" Carl leaned in to look under the stall door – something he had great practice in. The stench of Jimmy Neutron and his filth almost made Carl gag, and it got worse as Jimmy rolled in his filth and Bolbi's bones and pizza crusts, angrily propping himself up closer to Carl.
"What the fuck do you think, Carl?" Jimmy barked. "My number one rival has me beaten. I'm chained to a toilet and I'm getting executed as soon as Charles Edgar Cheese is ready…"
"Oh, you don't know that, Jimmy. I mean, yeah there's a lot of evidence against you, but maybe you can get a lawyer and find a way to win. All Chuck E. Cheese wants is justice for everyone-" Carl tried to soothe his friend but was cut off by another tirade.
"Puh-lease, Carl! This isn't about justice, this is about revenge! Charles Edgar Cheese the Third only wants to see me hang; he has for years and he'll stop at nothing to one-up me. You said he has evidence, be specific Carl."
"Well, he has Libby's and Nick's and Ms. Fowl's and the police officer's bodies. Oh and Sam and the three kids you cut the dicks off of are gonna testify against you. Nobody's seen your folks, Jimmy. Like, no one's coming to the door so… I don't know. He's also trying to get Cindy and Sheen to testify but they're still kind of…"
"Beep-beep," muttered Jimmy in a throaty growl.
"Wh-what was that, Jim?"
"His name…is… BEEP-BEEP now!" Jimmy bellowed back. "Sheen doesn't exist anymore, Carl! He was not loyal but Beep-beep is! He'll never talk, he's my lackey and I need him! And Goddard, wh-what about Goddard?!"
"Goddard is on the evidence table with the hedge clippers and bottles of purple flurp. I tried to put him together again but he's not starting up right…." Jimmy grinned a devious grin and his flaccid footlong began to grow. Carl winced in fear and confusion at Jimmy's reaction.
"OK, I think I have an idea but I need your help."
"You're not gonna do one of your brain blasts?" Carl muttered meekly.
"There's no time for that! Now listen…" Sweat dotted Jimmy Neutron's brow and he leaned in as close as he could, "It's too suspicious if you just grab Goddard from the evidence table so I need you to sneak up and reach under his tail and and and press on the button that looks like a butthole until his nuts appear."
"But Jimmy, I thought you neutered Goddard when he welded the inside of your neighbor's cat with his cum?" Carl asked.
"No Carl, these are actual nuts, like nuts and bolts that will appear only if you press his ass button! I need them to beat Charles Edgar Cheese the Third!" Jimmy started frothing at the mouth, and Carl contemplated what his friend was demanding of him. "You have to do this for me, Carl! You have no idea what kind of regime Charles will install once I'm gone! He's insane, this is all fake! He's gonna shove his tail up your ass when you least expect it Carl! Charles Edgar Cheese is gonna rape your butt, do you want that?! Please Carl, you have to help me Carl!" Jimmy Neutron was beet red as he screamed about a foot from the door and Carl's face, and his erect penis was even closer to Carl's fearful eyes.
"Alright, alright Jimmy," whimpered Carl. Even handcuffed to the potty, his friend was now a menacing sight. His reassurance seemed to calm Jimmy Neutron as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he groaned. The dick throbbed and a little goop came out. Having four balls was taking its toll on Jimmy Neutron.
"Ahhh, good, good. I knew you would… you're a good kid and very… very loyal," his ragged breathing returned to normal. "Sorry, I'm really fucking tense. I haven't been able to jack off properly all week, Carl, this is fucking hell but you're gonna help me. When this is all over you will be my vice president. I couldn't trust anyone else not to outmaneuver me, y'know." Carl just grinned nervously as Jimmy settled back into his pile of shit. "Now tell me, have you been using your diaper, Carl?"
"Oh, yes Jimmy! Th-that's why it's taken so long for me to visit. But you know, this tank thing is getting heavy and full, and since the battery died a few hours ago it's not pumping the poop out so… it's just full, it's too full so I wanted to see if I could just change it out so I don't get a rash." Jimmy had noticed the pungent poop aroma was noticeably stronger when Carl first appeared. He also noticed blood returning to his member as Carl's anguish and embarrassment soothed his aching libido.
"Carl, if I'm going to win this thing I need every weapon at my disposal. And right now that diaper tank and your outfit is my prime arsenal. Get me those nuts and I'll make sure your rash is taken care of. But keep using that fucking diaper - every bit of poop is a bullet, Carl! Every turd is a bullet, do you hear me?!" he bellowed. His tirade was punctuated with the door slamming open. The shadows on the wall told Jimmy it was his arch nemesis. "Now go, bring me my dog's nuts! Get them, hurry!" he rasped to Carl in a hushed tone. Panicked, Carl fell onto his stinky diaper silo and started frantically pushing it past as Charles Edgar Cheese stepped into the bathroom, followed by his keyboardist Mr. Munch, and opened up Jimmy's stall. Jimmy slumped back and began singing a lonely jailhouse tune to make Charles think he was delirious.
"I shit myself today… to see if I could smell…and I can say for sure… that it did stink like hell…"
"All right, shut up! We get it!" Charles Edgar Cheese the Third dropped his stage face as unlocked the door of the stall and he confronted Jimmy. "You've had a miserable time here and the lack of medical attention and torturing people has driven you mad. Don't worry, it'll all be over soon."
"What the fuck are you gonna do, hang me or come up with a more creative execution?" Jimmy Neutron snarled back. Charles Edgar Cheese knelt to meet Jimmy's hateful eyes, wincing from the stench of the unbathed boy genius.
"I'm not going to kill you…not yet at least. First you're going to face everyone you harmed last week. We gathered a lot of evidence, Jimmy. It doesn't look good. There's dead bodies and kids without dicks. I mean, this is pretty messed up stuff. We know you have the capabilities and access to dangerous chemicals and technology and given the toxic household your father fostered it was only a matter of time before you turned against everyone. This is a cut and dry case."
"Then why take so long? If I'm such a fucking monster why didn't you kill me when you first beat me?" growled Jimmy Neutron. Chuck smiled as the child got riled up, red blotches forming around the scars from the ice cream assault. Jimmy went on, "You could've turned my head to jelly whacking it against that machine, and that might not have actually killed me cuz I've turned into jelly before and somehow survived but my point is you kept me alive under these disgusting conditions so you could make this bogus trial having all my ALLEGED victims relive this supposed violence I subjected them to. Why? What's your end game here, why not let the police handle it? They'd do just as shitty of a job anyway? Just what are you trying to prove Charles Edgar Cheese?!" Charles Edgar Cheese shook his head and stood back up.
"I'm proving that I'm not you, Jimmy. I've kept these children safe. I used my gifts to enrich their lives, not destroy them. I may subject one or two to a bad touch from me or one of the band mates, butt they're having so much fun with all the tokens and tickets they could ever want to even feel the brunt of the trauma right away! And at least my kinks are fun and playful, you're just a sick fuck Jimmy Neutron!"
"Takes one to know one," shot back the boy genius.
"Yeah, you're the sickest fuck of them all. I'm not perfect, but I'm nowhere near the monster you are. Everyone will see that today. Not only would an actual jury trial buy you too much more time on this Earth, but I'll be damned if some legal loophole or some kind of doubt throws this out. I won't have no Casey Anthony bullshit. In my court, the truth will come out and your fate will be determined by a jury made of your peers and my band. They'll be so horrified by all the viscous crimes you committed that not a tear will be shed when Jimmy Neutron drops through the chute and hangs over my ball pit, not even from your friends and family."
"Jesus Christ, I'm actually a little impressed how evil your vendetta against me has made you, Chuck! Just like I thought, you want my demise all to yourself. I guess I really have met my match in you, Charles Edgar Cheese the Third."
"I can't say the same, James Ballsack Neutron. But speaking of your family, do you want me to try one more time to get them out here? I didn't bother getting any witnesses to speak on your behalf but if anything your folks could perhaps get you an actual lawyer or something?" Mr. Munch came over and uncuffed Jimmy, but only to pull him from the toilet and re-cuff him hands behind his back. Jimmy Neutron stumbled but rejoiced in being able to at least walk again. He would need practice now that his nut sack was the size of a beer keg. As cruel and cheap a shot as that ballsack crack was, it was actually pretty fitting and Jimmy Neutron could only glare at his captor with so much hatred as Mr. Munch dragged him to his feet. Everything was going perfectly so far.
"Nah, they wouldn't have anything to say that would help me anyway. I don't even know if Hugh is conscious right now. I suppose taking me out means it's time to get this show on the road?" As Jimmy wearily made his way to the door, Charles Edgar Cheese smirked and said, "The announcer will say something along those lines. Since I figured you would need a lawyer at least I did give that job to your friend. The one that only says 'Beep-beep?' But don't be surprised if he testifies against you, that one is a little unpredictable…" Jimmy Neutron just rolled his eyes, grinning in his mind.
"Fuck you, Chuck E. Cheese."
Stepping out into the main establishment there was already a crowd waiting to boo. Among them he saw a few pairs of hysterical parents, thought he didn't know or care whose. Sam from the candy bar angrily waved his arm stump. Beep-beep was clapping and cheering "Beep-beep! Beep-beep, Beep-beep!" Jimmy tried to contain his anger at him. He can't comprehend anything, he told himself. Seeing all his victims in one room with their grieving loved ones really opened the scope of Jimmy's rampage for Jimmy Neutron. He had really outdone himself. No parents of course, but where was… there! Carl ran up to Jimmy and almost began to say he got the nuts, but Jimmy shot him a warning look and Carl just giggled like a schoolgirl and hugged his friend.
"I-I-I got the nuts, Jimmy!" He whisper-shouted into Jimmy's ear. Jimmy was about to jostle him off himself but Mr. Munch pulled him off and shoved him back into the crowd. But he managed to slip the nuts into Jimmy's hand; the handoff was a success. Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief as his fingers danced under his ass and he pushed the nuts into his butthole cavity.
They sat Jimmy, still naked, among the animatronic band on the stage. The tables were full of witnesses, though one table in the back was avoided because a bunch of decaying bodies were seated there. A table that was much closer had the bottles of Purple Flurp – one was still full of poopy butt mixture – along with the headgeclippers he used to castrate the boys, a bloody skateboard, and his faithful dog Goddard haphazardly thrown back together. He just had to wait for the robot to be called into evidence and he would make his move.
"I already made my opening statements before we got you," Charles murmured to Jimmy as he took the podium, "Do you have anything you want to begin with? Got anything you wanna say to these people before we start presenting witnesses?"
"Blow me," Jimmy Neutron snapped back, "Let's just get this over with…" Beep-beep stumbled excitedly up to defendant spot but got distracted by the animatronic bandmates. Jimmy Neutron groaned as his court appointed attorney humped Jasper T. Jowls
"Very well. Just answer me one question first…" Charles Edgar Cheese III motioned towards the colossal gonads his foe was endowed with and asked, "What the fuck happened to you, Jimmy Neutron?" Jimmy Neutron snickered to himself and without looking up gave a cold one word response.
"Puberty."
Charles Cheese took his seat and banged the gavel, getting a frantic "Beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep!" out of Beep-beep. The court called numerous witnesses. All the tertiary students that were relatively unharmed during the rampage recalled the horrors before everyone, with frequent outbursts from Jimmy Neutron. He called them liars, insulted their intelligence. He even threw around a few racial epithets and gender identity slurs, leading to more gavel bangs and more shrieking from Beep-beep.
Then came the three boys Jimmy had castrated with scalding hot hedge clippers. They dropped trou before the packed auditorium to show the court gnarly swollen scars were their genitals once were. Jimmy Neutron said they were late bloomers, blaming their delayed puberty and tiny penos size on their short yet brainy and well-endowed classmate. He continued to ask why he would do any of these atrocious things, to which Chuck E. Cheese would return the question.
"I don't know, Jimmy Neutron. Why would you cut the dicks off random fellow young men? Why would you do any of this?" Every time his response was the same, he had no idea either and that would be the dead end Neutron hoped for. Jesus, this is bullshit, he thought. Jimmy was a little astonished none of the parents of his test subjects have come forward to at least tend their wounds. Either all the parents in Retroville are pieces of shit or they just really trust Charles Edgar Cheese. He tensed in anger waiting to set his plan into motion, clenching Goddard's nuts tightly between his anal walls. Next witness.
In walked Cindy, and she walked with an actual gait as opposed to stumbling all over the place. Somehow they've trained what he left of her brain to regain motor skills and other ability. Jimmy nearly farted out the nuts as he became slightly nervous she would testify to his deviant acts in her bedroom the night before his rampage. He prayed she wouldn't recall how he wore her underwear. Cindy nearly lost her balance but caught the handrail and leaned against the stage. Her head floated towards Jimmy's direction and a flicker of recognition appeared in her eyes. Jimmy Neutron began to sweat and his penis pulsed. The hole in her forehead was bandaged up, but Helen Henny removed it to show the court the gaping crevasse surrounded by the bruise inflicted when he whacked her with the hedgeclippers. The bpner grew more.
"Tell us, Cindy Vortex… Did Jimmy Neutron do these things to you?" Charles Edgar asked the girl. Hazily, she nodded and breathed out an, "uh… huh…" Charles shook his head solemnly. "Can you list everything that the defendant did to you for the court?" After his question Cindy just stared into space for a minute.
"Goose pebbles," she mumbled intently. Chuck E. Cheese exchanged confused looks with his bandmates. Jimmy began to smirk.
"I'm sorry, could you uh…what?" Cindy began to get flustered and started banging on the bannister and hopping up and down.
"Tomorrow! I met the tomato tomorrow! I met the tomato tomorrow!" Cindy Vortex wailed over in over. As she exhibited signs of a stroke from her strangled brain function Jimmy Neutron laughed hysterically. This angered Cindy more and more until she became tired out and returned to leaning on the stage.
"Cookie monkey," she said despondently as she sat down on the stage. A trickling sound filled the room and they noticed she was peeing on herself and the stage right next to the microphone cords. Realizing this was pointless and rather to avoid more damage they dragged Cindy off, urine dripping from her legs as she was limply carried back over to the witness table. Oh, that was a good show. Next witness.
"Beep-beep!" called Charles Edgar Cheese. The boy who had up until then been completely ignoring the commotion got up from his chair and squawked "Beep-beep! Beep-beep beep Beep-beep Beep-beep-beep!" All the while he ran around the room like a startled dog, slamming into tables and chairs and stopping to eat scraps off the table with his mouth, also like a dog. Then slapping his head like a retard he ran up to the soda fountain, grabbed a cup and filled it with Purple Flurp, and then pulled his pants down and began to take a dump over it.
"Do I even need to say anything?" Charles Edgar Cheese III pulled the boy's pants back up but not before the turd came out and rolled down Beep-beep's leg.
"Beep-beep, beep Beep-beep!" Beep-beep started wildly kicking to get the poop out of his pants, all the while stepping in it and the soda he knocked over and spilled. When he realized he had made a mess of Purple Flurp and feces on the ground he fell to his hands and knees and licked it off, pressing his face up against the sticky linoleum and further dirtying himself.
"I think we've seen enough," and Charles signaled his men to take Beep-beep somewhere to calm him down. Several people who were seated at just the right angle could use Beep-beep's ears like a telescope and see right through his head. His brain and ear canal would never recover from Jimmy's ear fucking.
"Come on, that was impressive! Even when obstacles stood in his path, Beep-beep navigated a way to make himself some refreshing Poopy Flurp. He knows what he wants and solved problems! I'm not saying I did that to him – or any of this – but that's certainly an improvement over regular old Sheen. Who's a good Beep-beep?" Jimmy Neutron cooed and got an excited "Beep-beep" from Beep-beep. "Now clean my lawyer up and get him back over here. Next witness, this is hilarious guys!"
He didn't find the next witness very funny. It was Sam, the Candy Bar proprietor, waving his cauterized arm stump. Sam wailed "That little Neutron bastard broke into my store, fucked with my equipment and lasered my arm off, yeah!"
"Uh, hello? Do you see laser cannons and shit on me? I don't fire lasers from my eyes, dumbass!" Jimmy Neutron cried. Sam just growled, "That dumbass robotic dog did it, yeah!" He pointed with his sole hand to the pile of parts that made up Goddard.
"Look at that! That can't fire lasers, that's just a pile of old machinery and garbage!" Jimmy declared. He was hoping they would officially bring Goddard into evidence, but Sam changed the subject.
"Yeah, 'cuz you took him apart to terrorize the kids with my ice cream machine, yeah! And after you had him laser my arm off, YEAGH!" Sam's verbal tic was really beginning to piss Jimmy off.
"Is that what this is about, arms? I can make you a new arm, Sam. It'll be even better than your old one, you'll be able to jerk yourself off twice as fast when I'm done. That reminds me, my cum still has regenerative powers. Great job leaving that bit out, Chuck."
"Is that so? Then let's see. Cum all over Sam's arm stump and let's see it grow back!" barked Charles Edgar.
"You're telling a kid to jerk off in open court?" Jimmy scoffed "I mean, I haven't eaten any real food in the last few days so I doubt I'd be shooting anything good. But you know what, I'm done with this. Your honor, this is kangaroo court! Are we gonna keep listening to hearsay from retarded children and people who never liked me anyway, or are we gonna see some hard evidence?!" His bellows commanded the court's attention. Charles Edgar Cheese grinned.
"We actually are ready to proceed to the evidence section of your trial. After all, there aren't any more living witnesses to your march of domination…" with that, Charles gave the signal to load the corpses onto a cart. His bandmates lifted the decaying carcasses up to the stage, leading to several gasps and gagging across the room. As each one was presented Jimmy had some sort of wisecrack or half explanation. The two halves of the rotting Ms. Fowl? "That bitch held me for detention and demanded I finish her off; not my fault old lady bitch-titties was too ancient for my monster cock." Libby's ravaged body with the snapped neck? "Look, regardless who gave the order that was all Beep-beep. He viciously raped that girl to death, I couldn't have scripted it any better myself." Principal Willoughby? A casualty in a chaotic scene, nothing more. Bolbi's bones? "Come on, what else was I supposed to eat while he awaited trial?" Even the most cold-blooded serial killers show cracks in their steely façades when faced with photos of their victims. Here Jimmy Neutron was feet away from the rotting corpses of every life he snuffed out and yet he was treating the whole thing like a tight 5 at the comedy store.
They even had the mangled leftovers of Nick Dean, his first brutal murder victim, tangled up with his two lackeys. They reeked of sewage and their holes – natural, wound, decay, all of it – were filled with maggots. "You're really gonna bring the corpse of my original tormentor for me to stare at? Nick Dean raped and assaulted me multiple times, Charles Edgar Cheese the Third. He was a sexual deviant, obsessed with buttholes and sewers. Clearly this was some perverted skateboard ass-play gone wrong that also claimed the lives of these two clowns." Jimmy Neutron so effortlessly changed the subject from a confession of past traumas into a calculated explanation to exonerate himself from any wrongdoing. Charles Edgar Cheese shook his head pitifully.
"You always disappoint me, Jimmy neutron," muttered Chuck E. Cheese III, "Even when you have nothing to lose, and a chance to truly confront your demons, you still cling to all the lies."
"Kangaroo court! Kangaroo court!" Jimmy crowed. Charles Edgar Cheese slammed the gavel, getting more wails of "Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep, beep-beep!" in response. Once order was restored, Chuck E. Cheese geared up for what would ultimarely begin closing arguments.
"Frankly, Jimmy, you should thank me because any one of these atrocities could put you away for life, and the magnitude of your killing spree would get you locked away for a thousand lifetimes going through the real system. But no matter where you go, no matter how many life sentences you rack up, you committed one crime that'll get you nothing but death…" Charles grandly gestured to the corner of the auditorium, where Jasper Jowls was rolling in Officer Tubbs body in a wheelbarrow. Even now the mound of primordial goop that was once his head neatly held his policeman's cap in place. Everyone in the building exchanged cries of horror. Jimmy Neutron had a smug, defiant look on his scarred face.
"You see, Jimmy. Killing a police officer is unforgiveable. The rest of the police force would have already blown your big bulbous head off your body if they knew what you did to office whats his face here." He then pointed to the remains of Goddard. "You ordered your robot weapon dog to melt his head, isn't that so?" Jimmy Neutron stood up.
"How many times do I have to say it? That's just a bunch of junk. Goddard, blow off Charles Edgar Cheese's head! See? Nothing! I don't have that power and never have, and I'm not admitting to anything unless you can give me some more proof I actually did anything!" Veins appeared along Jimmy Neutron's skull and his heavy breathing sold the performance just as well. He had to contain his boner so as not to ruin his plan. Charles Cheese grimaced and turned to his minions. They discussed a few things and Jimmy peered across the room to see Carl, standing scared and confused in the corner. Once Carl became aware of Jimmy's leering, the boy genius gave a wink.
"Since it seems there's only one way to put this issue to bed," declared Chuck, "we will let you reassemble Goddard, but only to SAFELY demonstrate the destructive powers of your robot beast. After that the case will be closed and you will be hanged, so don't do any brain blast bullshit Jimmy Neutron!" Charles Cheese the Third snapped his fingers, and Helen Henny approached with the key to his handcuffs. Jimmy eagerly placed his hands by his naked ass, positioning both thumbs on his anus in preparation for whichever hand is uncuffed first. The key clicked and he felt motion against his right wrist. Perfect. Carefully, Jimmy Neutron scooped the nuts out of his butthole cavity and into the clutched palm of his hand. In a quick motion he took a puff of air and wiped his brow first thing. As he did, he pushed one of the poop-covered metal nuts into his right ear. He couldn't stretch his hand just yet, he still held the other nut. But his left cuff was not undone as he expected.
"Hey, what gives? I can't do science with only one hand!" He waved a clenched fist at Chuck E. Cheese, who snickered and said, "Well make do. I'm not an idiot, Jimmy. We'll be watching your every motion during this too…" the big mouse man grinned and Jasper Jowls dumped the metal clutter and tubing that used to be Goddard. We'll see about that, thought Jimmy Neutron. He exhaled again and wiped his brow. Luckily some of his ridiculous hair had fallen over the left side of his face, so he was able to make an excuse for brushing his ear and ever so carefully placing the other poopy nut inside, snuggled deep with the wax. Success. Now the easy part.
Jimmy Neutron got to work rebuilding Goddard. All he really needed to do was reassemble the neck and head, but he didn't restore all the features because he knew Chuck would hurry him up.
"Hurry up! Just the basics, Neutron!" Charles Edgar Cheese urged predictably. At last Goddard was back in operating order. His eyes lit up, and after two short barks signaling that everything was OK, Jimmy Neutron grew an evil look, even as his hand was grabbed and recuffed. Nobody noticed the bulbs that comprised the robot dog's eyes changed red.
"So you think I can shoot lasers with that?" Suddenly Goddard's neck extended so that his head stared down at Henny Penny's hands. Before the cuffs were redone, lasers fired out of Goddard's eyes and burned off both her hands. She screamed in pain as blood shot all over Jimmy Neutron. He could've slid his left hand out with the oil-like blood coating his wrist, but what was going on is he used Goddard's nuts to link to his brain and he was in control of the robotic canine. So he turned the laser down towards his left hand to slice the cuffs off the chair, but because he hadn't perfected the viewfinder feature he was cutting blind. The laser did cut the cuffs off and free his hand, but it also vaporized his thumb. Fuck, he thought. He would deal with that later, there was work to be done.
"What the fuck?" wailed Chuck E. Cheese. Jimmy Neutron controlled Goddard to prepare to carry his owner out. "You were right! I could do that all along! But I'm free now, so long fuckers!" Jimmy Neutron cackled but Goddard was unable to fly with Jimmy's ginormous testicle bag weighing him down so they both tumbled to the ground.
"Get them!" yelled Charles Edgar Cheese III. The band clombered over so Jimmy got up and ran out of the stage room or court room, whatever. He glanced around the arcade. He knew the exit would be guarded, so he quickly thought to get Goddard flying that way to laser the fuck out of them. But Goddard stumbled around and eventually collapsed. Jesus Christ, apparently all the lasering and remote use had drained his reserves. His weapon was back offline. Noticing the blood dripping from where his left thumb used to be he realized he would leave a trail and had a brain blast. Jimmy Neutron ran towards the plastic tubes and playground equipment.
It had always been difficult for Jimmy Neutron to enjoy these playthings. His bulbous head nearly always had to bend to an uncomfortable angle to clear the compact child-sized pipes, clear proof that Charles Cheese's establishment was run by and for those of inferior brain size and intellect. Now, not only did he have to clear his head but a ballsack the size of a birdcage it was very hard to even ascend the platforms that served as stairs. Jimmy Neutron struggled to enter the first tube, but he has used up all of his own energy as well with that burst of adrenaline. He would need food as soon as possible. Squirting blood over the plastic as he reached to continue dragging himself, Jimmy succumbed to defeat; he was stuck in the tube and could only wait for Chuck E. Cheese to catch up to him.
Bam! He felt a clawed hand grab his foot and heard the familiar voice. "GHot you now, Jimmy Neutron!" Jimmy gave one more burst of energy and crawled a little more, letting his cramped scrotrum scrape against the staticy surface. Jimmy Neutron moaned, in pain…and in pleasure. To pull him back, and having no reservations for molesting a child, Charles Edgar Cheese clawed at Jimmy's ass and pulled him back. His balls continued to chafe. Suddenly, he felt a sharp stabbing in one of his balls. That rat bastard bit his nuts!
"FUUUUUCKKKKK!" wailed Jimmy Neutron as blood pumped down to his groin. Some spurted out the hole on his scrotum, but most of it filled his evil member. It swelled to a yards length in seconds, but the bleeding ballsack obscured this from Chuck E. Cheese the Third's view.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, Jimmy Neutron!" Knowing he had the upper hand, Charles went for the reach around and clamped his paws around the dick.
"Of course I do…I'm James Ballsack Neutron!" as he bellowed an echo of his foe's earlier insult, blood and cum shot up the cock, and before Charles Edgar Cheese could react sperm exploded gallon after gallon rapid fire. He made the mistake of pulling Jimmy's dick down towards his face and he was pelted with the scalding semen. White hot Jimmy juice melted the plastic tubing as well, and sighing in ecstasy Jimmy Neutron tumbled back as he orgasmed all over them both. Good thing he hadn't tried cumming on his hand to regrow his thumb. Apparently stewing in misery and rage for a week turns the sperm acidic and dissolving, whereas pleasure brought on by a proper bitch gave his love potion its curing features. Interesting things to ponder as they dropped into the ball pit with Jimmy's nutsack appropriately (or inappropriately, whoevers side you're on) teabagging his mouse foe the whole way down. The entire playground thing started to collapse on top of them, and as people screamed balls (plastic ones) melted over Jimmy Neutron and Chuck E. Cheese. The walls of the ball pit gave out and the wreck spilled into the arcade, more twisted equipment crashing down on top of them.
When Jimmy Neutron recovered from his massive orgasm, he looked to see Charles Edgar Cheese's face beside him. Or half of it, the other half was scalding and molten from the bukkake. His nose sloped to the side, and a good portion of his chest and right arm were covered in 2nd and 3rd degree burns. A hunk of plastic climbing equipment pinned his right paw to the ground, which looked mangled and scarred. But this didn't deter Chuck E. Cheese. His exposed facial muscles contorted and he began to get up, screaming in agony as broken bones shuffled around. He noticed his trapped hand and Jimmy seized the opportunity. He maneurvered out of the tangled mess and using every last reserve of his strength, he made a mad dash toward the kitchen. Toward the food.
Charles Edgar Cheese couldn't let that evil viscious bastard get away. Realizing his arm was scorched too much to try and save, he yanked and yanked and wailed in intense pain as his crushed right wrist was pulled apart and he tore himself free of the smushed paw hand. With his arm stump oozing blood he got up and ran after the boy asshole. He saw Jimmy standing over where all the fresh pizzas are kept. He was devouring entire slices in one bite, drooling and getting his sweat and other fluids over all the kitchen tools and edible foodstuffs to serve customers. Jimmy Neutron shoveled as much food as he could into himself, and even as he bled from his wounds he felt rejuvenated and his dong got back to work hardening from what could be round 2.
He turned around and saw his enemy blocking the door. Happy to see the man in the rat suit had ripped off his hand, he knew he would soon go into shock and would be powerless to stop him without that limb. Jimmy ducked over to the station where the assembled the pizzas. Charles Edgar Cheese predictably dove in the same direction, so Jimmy Neutron hesitated at just the right moment and pushed the weight of his testicles onto the pizza mascot. They both slammed into the assembly table, spilling cheese and meats everywhere. Jimmy Neutron finally had both the upper hand and the energy to fully capitalize on it. He grabbed two pizza pans and started slamming his head between them like one of those creepy monkey toys. He also threw in some punches and grabbed other kitchen tools to aid in his assault. The employees who had been making the pizzas weren't paid enough to willingly stand in the way of this frenzied, deformed boy all to protect their creepy rat boss. Jimmy Neutron went to town on him and continued beating on Chuck long after he lost consciousness.
But he wasn't done. Jimmy dragged the limp body over to the stove, settling his crushed head onto one of the bloody pizza pans. Sporting a throbbing erection Jimmy Neutron skipped over and started picking up the spilled toppings. He set to work exercising his brain muscles by getting creative with his themed torture. Jimmy smeared rich tomato sauce all over Chuck's face, making sure to rub it into all his open wounds and exposed tissue. He sprinkled cheese and salt and pepper and all sorts of spices in them as well before loading on the mushrooms, veggies and meats, making a point to stuff the biggest pieces of sausage he could find into his mouth and placing two slices of pepperoni over his open eyes – searing his enemy's eyes shut is amateur hour, he was going with burning them open with new pepperoni lenses. Before finishing his disgusting creation he threw a bunch more cheese onto the pile of toppings. Chuck E. Cheese looked like a giant man in a mouse suit wearing a scorched shirt and jeans, covered in blood with an orgy of food stacked onto his head. All the while he had been checking Charles Edgar Cheese's pulse, making sure he was alive for the grand finale. He angrily stomped on Chuck E. Cheese's face and all the food on top to flatten it and make it fit in the pizza oven. Once satisfied, he started humming the tune of Johnny Cash's remake (he's not cool enough for NIN) and sang a reprise of his fecal-themed cover.
"If I could fart again… A million times a day…" he then positioned himself with his ass directly over his face. Holding up his balls and cock to get a good look, Jimmy Neutron grinned down at Chuck E. Cheese as he prepared to take a long awaited dump.
"I would poop on you…" Jimmy Neutron sang sweetly as he did just that and a steaming turd plopped onto Charles Cheese the Third's face, just as the poor mascot began to regain awareness. His moans of pain and disgust went unnoticed and Jimmy lifted him up and crammed his head into the narrow slit that pizzas are inserted.
"And I will get away!" he belted out triumphantly. After an air guitar solo using his genitals as a guitar strumming on his nuts, he flipped on the switch and started the belts going and the oven cooking. Inside Charles Edgar Cheese's semi-conscious mind, he experienced a flashback to the dinner table as a young lad. His father was there, the great Charles Edgar Cheese Junior. And his mother, Justin Beiber. He heard his dad's voice echo over the searing grill.
"Son, the Cheeses and the Neutrons are mortal enemies. We've struggled for power before we even invented this pizza chain. I need you to uphiold the values of our family name Charles Edgar Cheese the Third, and when a Neutron finally gets lucky with someone smart and creates a worthy adversary, it's up to you to fight for what's right. Don't let me down, Charles!" Deep in his cooking brain, he comprehended that he had failed his family and the world before his mental state crumbled into nothing but anguish. Finally, the baking was done. Jimmy had just returned from treating his wounds on the prep table. He would worry about his thumb later, now he had a pizza to check.
He turned the corner and gasped. Although the smell of a slightly burnt pie and puddles of blood and melted cheese covered the floof, Charles Edgar Cheese was gone. Jimmy Neutron stomped after the direction and once he caught a whiff of his baked dump he saw Charles Edgar Cheese III staggering about with steam billowing from his flattened pizza shaped head. He turned and twisted, showing wounds coated in hot cheese and sauce. Melted cheese dripped off his head and trickled down the sores on his body. His eyes had been burned open permanently, the pepperoni was successfully grafted onto his corneas. The crushed mouse nose was mangled beyond recognition, and was covered in a caked on layer of dung. Charles Cheese let out a few strangled grunts before falling over a knocked down chair and splattering his colossal pizza head all over the floor. Chuck E. Cheese was dead.
Behind all the madness emerged Jimmy Neutron, triumphant and free. An innocent man by decree of the kangaroo court turned trial by combat. He stepped onto the mouse man's body as a footstool to compensate for his height. But that's all he had to compensate for now. His erect dick was now just a long and tall as his giant peanut noggin, and considering that already made up half his entire body size before all this, well the sickly child that had been strapped to the john in captivity just hours early was now an imposing sight. People tried to run but Jimmy had taken control of the building security. He was the new king of Chuck E. Cheese. Jimmy called Carl and Beep-beep to his sides. As Carl dragged the putrid smelling and overfilling waste tank behind him, Beep-beep retardedly waddled over to the corpse and began eating poop covered pizza toppings from Charles Edgar Cheese the Third.
Knwoing they were defeated, once again bested by the boy genius of superior brain and ball size, everyone who had witnessed the chaos either sat or knelt. The battle was lost and they could only wait for what punishment their tormentor had in mind for standing idly by. Jimmy Neutron started a slow clap to everyone's surprise.
"That was quite a show, wasn't it?" he declared in a booming Kevin Spacey esque voice. "But I think we've spent enough time bitching and moaning about the past. We got work to do."
To be continued.
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