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It Came From Retroville
A Nicktoons Unite Story
Prologue
Space.
Vast. Eternal. Cold. Dark. Roomy.
Across this vast canvas of nothingness, a meteorite about the size of a shack hurtled towards the Earth. As it approached the Earth's atmosphere, it was set alright and began to break apart.
A single fragment survived, tumbling through the night sky towards a desert. With a clap of thunder, it crashed into the ground, creating a crater the size of a car.
There it lay for an hour, steam emitting into the cold night air.
Then a gloved hand picked it up.
"Hmm – so the Alien Summoning Engine worked. I must remember to thank that scientist."
Eustace Strych smirked down at the fragment he was holding.
"Nothing brings Neutron out of his lab like an alien," he said to himself, "And when he comes out...I can squash him."
"What the heck does this runt have to do with anything?" demanded Crocker, looking at a photo of Eustace.
"He's one of Neutron's enemies," replied Calamitous, pacing the shady warehouse that the syndicate had chosen to meet in tonight, "Not a particularly threatening one, but bait is bait."
He stopped pacing and put his arms behind his back.
"More to the point," he continued, "Strych's uncle is the head of the Retroville Air and Space Museum – and a certain genius..."
He raised his eyebrows self-consciously.
"...will be unveiling a Space Elevator there tomorrow."
Plankton rolled his eyes.
"So a known criminal is going to show everyone a spaceship," he said sarcastically, "What could go wrong?"
"I will be in a cunning disguise," replied Calamitous.
"Oh, right, that'll help..."
"What is he doing here?!"
The Syndicate jumped.
Vlad had just walked into the room. His arms were crossed.
"Plankton's always here," shrugged Calamitous, "He's a member of the Syndicate..."
"...he tried to brainwash you and take over all our worlds for himself," snapped Vlad, "And you're just going to let him get away with that?"
"Bygones," shrugged Plankton.
"Come now," replied Calamitous, "We all get a little bit over our heads sometimes. I mean, I once tried to make a nature show and that went horribly..."
"I won't work with him, Finbarr," snarled Vlad, "Unlike you, I do not look kindly on traitors."
"Well then," shrugged Calamitous, "I suppose nobody's forcing you to stay around, then, if the Syndicate isn't your thing..."
Vlad's jaw dropped.
"Are you telling..." he began to splutter.
He shook his head.
"Fine," snapped Vlad, "If that's how it's going to be, consider this partnership terminated."
He turned and marched away, slamming the door behind him.
Calamitous blinked.
"Well, he'll be back," he said, "For now, let us begin...with Operation Maroon Neutron in Space!"
There was a dramatic pause.
"...oh yeah, with the Space Elevator," nodded Crocker, "I was a bit confused there."
Calamitous, I'm not sure Eustace is a good trade for Vlad.