It was summer 1936, and it was a quiet night in the Windy City, it seemed peaceful, but knowing Chicago, there's always something that's about to go down sooner or later, and it won't be pretty. That's why the Chicago Police Blimps patrol the city every night since 1930.

"This is Chicago Air One reporting in. Things are actually quiet for once." Officer #1 said.

On the radar screen, the officers look with relief that there's nothing there. But suddenly, one of the cops see a blip real fast.

Officer #2 said, "Did you see that?"

"What?" The officer replied.

"I just had a blip. It just ghosted across my screen." Officer #2 said.

"I didn't see anything."

"I swear to god it was there, might be below us right now."

Suddenly a streak flies past the blimp's window, much to the surprise of others.

"There it is!" Officer #2 said. "It looked like that guy had a ghost tail!"

"Ghost tail?!" Officer #1 said, surprised. "Let's just go through those clouds, to be sure."

Going up, the Blimp appears above the clouds, by itself.

"There's nothin' up here. Sorry." Officer #1 replied, shrugging.

"I'm tellin' ya, I saw it with my eyes. Something was flying up here." Officer #2 whined.

At Cowan Pharmaceuticals, a security guard named Mr. Lancer is recording himself on a tape recorder just for the hell of it.

"Testing 1, 2, 3. Testing 1, 2, 3...You too can fulfill the dream of being a high paid radio personality in your spare time, just like me. Just call-" The Security guard playfully stated. Then he cleared his throat, "Just call the Chicago Institute of Broadcast Arts!-yeah that's better. Call the Chicago Institu-"

He stops to hear weird noises, he walks out of the store and looks around, when he does, he can't help but to feel that he's being stalked. He looks around the store, having a bad feeling about this. He looks and looks, and nothing. He sighs in relief. He got worked up over nothing.

He turns around only to find his stalker is A muscular green ghost with blank red eyes, Green Wings, a fanged mouth and a ghost tail. Alarmed, the guard pulls out a nightstick to whack the beast's head, only for the stick to break when it makes contact, much to his horror as the beast growls, moving towards the guard in a threatening manner.

Horrified, he shouts, "TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" He pulls out his gun, but it is immediately swatted away. The beast makes its move and grabs the guard by the throat and throws him out of the building and into Lake Michigan.

In the Mayor's Office, a newspaper headline reads, "Chicago Police Declare War on Danny Phantom" as the News Paper slams onto the table. Three men were having a conversation about what to do with the new ghost problem.

One man was an overweight light-skinned man. He wore dark grey formal pants, an orange long-sleeved buttoned shirt a teal green tie a dark grey trench coat and a fedora hat. He had black hair and a 5 o'clock shadow beard. His name was Fred Flintstone, a detective in the Chicago Police Department.

One was a well-fit middle-aged man. He had brown hair with spots of grey on the side, eye bags, a more pronounced 5 o'clock shadow beard a white buttoned shirt, black pants with suspenders and a black trench coat with a pack of cigarettes in a pocket. His name was Police Commissioner Don Wilkinsworth.

And the last man has peach skin, with light purple hair. He wears a green, collared shirt under a darker green blazer, a red tie with, brown shoes, and a pair of dark green formal pants. His name was Mayor Steuart Pickles.

"I didn't authorize the statement, Flintstone." Commissioner Wilkinsworth said, sternly as he crosses his arms.

"C'mon, Don," Fred said, nonchalant. "Someone gave me questions, I replied with a couple'a answers. No big deal."

"It is a big deal!" Wilkinsworth shouted, incredulously as he rolls his eyes. "You gave them info with no approval whatsoever. We'd know what we'd be going up against if you'd kept your mouth shut!"

"I'll find him." Fred said, looking to the mayor. "Your honor, I just need a little extra help."

"What kind?" Mayor Pickles asks.

"From my own tactical squad for the sole purpose of throwing the net over this 'Danny Phantom'." Fred said, proudly. "Wilma needs a new pair of shoes!"

"I denied the request already. There's no way in hell I'm letting this vigilante be taken down in my streets." Don said, annoyed.

"Any nutcase who dresses in a corny outfit is going to sooner, or later, snap. Easy as pie." Fred said, shrugging.

"It's not Danny's M.O."

"Tell that to the guy he just tossed through the window!"

Mayor Pickles shrugs as he adjusts his tie, looking exasperated, he might as well, maybe there's more light in this case.

The mayor responds, "Perhaps we can spare a few men, Commissioner."

Fred gives a dirty grin to Commissioner Wilkinsworth almost as if he was saying, "I told you so". Wilkinsworth rolls his eyes in exasperation.

The mayor continues, "Detective Flintstone does have a reputation for getting results. I'm authorizing the strike force. Anything else detective?"

The 3 men look to a formally dressed teenage African American male sitting in the shadows, flipping a coin.

"Just make sure the D.A.'s office can give me an N.T. Case, sir." Fred chuckled.

"I'll put him in jail for you if you catch him, Danny." The teenage lawyer said.

A familiar ghost hero was reading this in a dark cave/laboratory near his computer.

"Seriously? "Chicago Police declare war on Danny Phantom"?" It was none other than Danny Phantom himself.

A middle-aged man was setting up a cup of cappuccino for Danny. The middle-aged man was a well-built butler with a black formal suit and red tie. He had peach light skin, white hair and a balding spot on the top of his head. His name was Avery Bullock.

"I sense that you're reading "How to Make Friends and Influence People", Master Danny?" Avery said.

"I've been set up by someone else," Danny said, sternly.

"So it wasn't you tossing guards out of windows last night, was it?"

Danny walked over a computer, which typed in the type of robberies, the names and the incidents. They were chemical robberies.

"There were two very silent burglars in other pharmaceutical companies this week. Nobody hurt like last night, but chemicals stolen, just the same." Danny said.

"And there's a pattern?" Avery asks.

"One way to find out," Danny said as he approached his vehicle, the Specter Speeder, a sleek and black vehicle that floats 2 feet from the ground, but stays close to the ground and rides like a car.

"Shall I cancel your rendezvous with. . . Arleen, was it, sir?" Avery said.

"Sure, Avery, do that," Danny said as he jumped into the Specter Speeder, pressed a button and started the engine. As the vehicle drives out of the GhostCave, a doorway opens in another part of the cave, and the Vehicle drives into it, driving out of the GhostCave and into the night, where it seems he's going into the city of Chicago.

At Cowan Pharmaceuticals, a Couple of Scientists were getting romantic, unbeknownst to them, a Ghost boy is flying around the City. Danny landed on the building across from the Pharmacy building. He made sure he found the right building, and he flew up to the top, unfortunately, the horny couple spotted Danny Phantom, turning both of them off, Looking alarmed and horrified.

"It's him!" The Male scientist shouted.

"I'll call the police!" The Female companion replied.

In detective Flintstone's car, he was having some burgers and fries from Bob's Burgers while driving throughout the city, when suddenly...

"Calling Detective Flintstone!" The radio shouted.

"What?" Fred replied.

"The Phantom's been sighted trying to bust into Cowan's Pharmaceuticals. You up for this?"

"Get my squad over there, backed by choppers and as many coppers as you can get, NOW!" Fred said, flooring it as he driven off to the building, grinning, "You're mine, now, you snot-nosed brat..."

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