Amity Park

Vlad hovered above the ruins of a smoking building. They called it the Nasty Burger, but that interested Vlad very little. He observed his army as they ransacked and plundered. He would force Danny out of hiding. And then, Danny would join him, or die.

The chief strategist and general of Vlad's army, the Ghost of a Nazi--a Nazi named Fox Rommel—floated up beside the scheming ghost overlord. "The plans are being executed as you wished, sir. Amity Park will fall before nightfall."

"Very well," replied Vlad, as he surveyed the destruction. "Have your units had any luck finding the Ghost Boy?"

"No, sir, we are still searching," replied Rommel repentantly.

Vlad was annoyed. He had expected the brash young hero to lead a charge, proverbial guns blazing. But it seemed he had disappeared entirely. "Very well. Keep up the search."

Perhaps he killed himself, Vlad let himself think. A constant worrier ever since Danny had proven himself a worth adversary time and again, despite his lack of experience, Vlad had wanted to give him one last chance. He would accept Vlad as master and father this time. Vlad knew it. And if not, though that was an unlikely worst-case scenario, Vlad would take pleasure in killing the one who had spurned him. No body was allowed to do that to Vlad Masters—Vlad Plasmius—and not suffer consequences. Well, except Maddie, of course…

Near the town hall…

Three green ectoplasmic lasers streaked over Jazz's head as she dived for cover behind the exploded remains of a Buick. Three hours ago, what could be called a small army of ghosts had randomly attacked, chanting "Valor E" over and over. Or, that was what they seemed to be chanting. It could have been "Val Orie" or "Val or E" or even…

Jazz gasped as the thought occurred to her. Valerie. The girl her brother had killed yesterday. Right before witnessing their dad's murder. The news papers had told the story. Someone had photographed both the Ghost that her dad had defeated in Wisconsin. (Jazz was smart, but she has shut most of that ordeal out of her mind since she hadn't believed in ghosts then. That, and she'd been in Vlad Master's personal theater the whole time and therefore only knew the hear say. Ergo, she still didn't know it was indeed Danny who had 'defeated' the white-suited ghost by forcing a truce.)..

But there was no time to worry about that, or where the heck Danny was at the moment, because an insane looking ghost spider had leaped at her mom!

"I am not becoming an orphan today!" Jazz yelled as she lashed out the Jack of Nine Tails and squeazed the spider ghost into globs of ecto-goo. Her mom waved a thanks and jumped up from behind the dumpster she was using for cover and fired a the Fenton Bazooka straight into the center of a small unit of ghosts. The were forcibly sucked into a spacial distortion, be it a wormhole or a ghost portal, Jazz neither knew nor cared.

Her mom leapt over the dumpster now, brandishing her ghost staff. She rushed them, slashing low and then blocking as a Samurai ghost who bore an eerie resemblance to Tom Cruise lashed at her with a katana. She back flipped over the slice and kicked him with her ghost repelling foot gauntlets, sending him flying backwards. Jazz fired her ghost pistol and loaded her melee weapon again (Hear on referred to as the Jack) Screaming as she charged. The Jack lashed out, rending a bear ghost into many pieces. Then she got back to back with her mom.

"DAZZLE ME!" they both said together. And the ghosts leapt at them, but they tore through the spectres like tearing through wet tissue...

But there were so many of them! ARGH!

"Dear," said Maddie. "we have to get out of here." She wasn't going to let her daughter die like Jack had...

The two women ran through the empty streets of Amity Park. The town was mostly vacant, at least the down town. Everyone was either shut up in their homes or skipping town entirely. Her brohter's hellacious fight against the fire ghost had taught them that when ghosts enter Amity Park, it is timefor the average Joe to exit.

Up ahead, Jazz and Maddie saw some shapes. They were human silhouhettes, at least 20 of them As the Fenton females approched, they realized that the group was indeed a group of police officers. The leader of this unit was a tall balding man who looked sort of like the schools Vice Principal Lancer, but with a brown mustache instead of a beard, and a little bit more hair on his head.

"Civilians," Lanceresque addressed Maddie and Jazz, but mostly Maddie, "I'm requesting you clear out. This town is under attack, and we're professionals. Get yourselves to safety." The officer waved his gun demonstratively and

"Officer," Maddie said, "guns won't work against these things. I'm Maddie Fenton." She stammered the next phrase... "Proprietor of Fentonworks… I specialize in paranormal science."

"Your Jack Fenton's wife? Then can you tell me what in the name of Joe Dirt is going on here?"

"What does it look like? An invasion of ghosts! I don't know where they're coming from, though." Which wasn't a total lie. She figured that whoever had stolen the portal from the Tech Fair had used said portal to conjure this small army. But she didn't know where the portal was located. Probably far away from the disaster area Amity Park was becoming.

The officer gave a reluctant sigh, and said, "Fine. You can join us.."

Just ten the Samurai and several other ghosts rounded the corner and started bearing down on the cops. Several officers charged but where overwhelmed, and the Samurai ran his blade across the shoulders of one of the officers. His head hit the ground with a sickening thud and Maddie and Jazz cringed.

No blood came out, though. Jazz would wonder why later. Now she tossed on of her fathers' Ecto-Neg grenades, small bombs that disrupted ectoplasmic energy but were fairly harmless to humans. The Samurai dived out of the way at the last minute, but his squad wasn't so lucky. Caught in the blast, they couldn't maintain their forms and fell apart.

"Take that you freaks!" Jazz yelled. Then the Samurai charged her, baring down with surprising speed. He raised his blade to cut Jazz into. It came down fast and Jazz closed her eyes as she flinched, excpecting to join the ranks of the ghost army.

Only to here a clashing noise that Lucas Film would probably feel like suing for…

Maddie stood staring the Samurai in the eyes, here double-edged Soul Saber weapon-locked with his katana. Maddie spun backwards, swinging the staff in an exaggerated, but strong, arc to deter Samurai from pursuing. "If you want my daughter," Maddie said intensely, "You'll have to go through me."

The cops' bullets did nothing to the ghosts, but Jazz gave then the weapons from her belt she could spare. Her father had assembled enough ghost-fighting weaponry to fight a platoon of ghosts. She kept the Jack of Nine Tales, however, as she had destroyed her first ghost with it. And she kept one long range ghost pistol incase she was attacked by ranged foes.

Her mom was matching the Samurai blow-for-blow. It backflipped several times away from Maddie and re-grpped its sword. It ran at her again, sword raised. But before it could get there, Maddie charged it, slicing low as she rolled around behind it. The cut the Samurai made missed its mark by a long shot, and Maddie thrust the staff under the breastplate of the Samurai's armor running the glowing green end through his skin… Or whatever ghosts had where human skin was…

The Samurai exploded into ectoplasm vapors, and Maddie put her staff away. And ran over to Jazz.

"Mom. That was amazing!" Jazz said embracing her mother.

"Honey, we have to go. I can hear another group coming," Maddie said.

Californian Desert, Dimmsdale Flatts district

As the sun was setting Marty Landed the DeLorean on a tall sheer cliff. And jumped out and ran over to a nearby tarp, and began to untie the strings that held it down. It covered something. Danny, on the other hand, was having some trouble adjusting to the gullwing doors on the DMC, and tripped trying to get out…

He looked off the cliff and gasped… one could see for miles and miles. In the north, the desert stretched well over the horizon. To the west, you could barely make out the coastline and beach, which was more pronounced at the south end. Looking east, he could vaguely make out the shapes that must have been communities in Hill Valley, and to the south he could see the skyscrapers of Dimmsdale and Brightsburg. Nearby was the newly finished MaxiMiniMall where Dimmsdale Flats had once stood. The sights were both breathtaking and beautiful, but they couldn't begin to fill the hole in his heart…

Dad..

Marty finished untying the tarp and strode over to the young superhero that only he could help. "Danny."

"Amazing view," Danny said diverting the issue, not wanting to hear what he assumed Marty had to say.

"Yeah. Wa-hoa! What happened to the ruins of Dimmsdale Flats?

A few feet away…

By this time Timmy had gotten out of the car and tried to listen in on Marty and Danny's conversation. The younger one--the Phatnom-- was commenting on the gorgeous view.

"Heh," said Danny, "my.. uh.. friend Sam was up in arms a few years back when she heard that some idiot hack sold the deed to the town for 8 dollars. She said it was something about preserving our heritage…"

"HEY! My idiot dad is not a hack!" Timmy yelled, forgetting that they couldn't hear him and that that was a good thing. Wanda was snickering. "What's a hack," he asked his fairies? They just shrugged.

Marty and Danny walked over to the tarp and Marty pulled it off revealing…

…Sleek angular metal. Rope seatbelts. Evidence of a hover conversion. And a black and sliver front tag that aptly read

Screaming Metal Deathtrap…

…a Collins Motor Corporation 1958 red Striker Z!

"What do you think?" Marty asked?"

"Wha? You built a TIME MACHINE… Out of a STRIKER Z!" said Danny. "I thought these things were dangerous!"

"They were. This one has been, as your generation would say, 'Pimped.'… CD player, hover conversion, new airbags. It will get us up to 88 at least. I started on it a few weeks ago. I guess I… or Jennifer.. finished it. Jennifer is my wife, by the way.."

"Anyway. It is 'vintage Shiz-nit'," Marty said, making quotation marks with his fingers. "From the Vincent days, back before that hack Maxwell inherited Collins Corp."

Danny just rolled his eyes.

Back in Amity Park…

Backed into a corner by Big Ben's Pizza, Maddie and Jazz, along with several people with them, were waiting impatiently for their collective doom as a horde of Ghost Soldiers approached.. Then something occurred to Maddie. She opened the fourth compartment from the left on her belt and removed a pill, and dropped it in a shallow puddle. It exploded out into a foam case. And in that foam case was her own personal super-weapon.

It was a submachine gun constructed in utmost secrecy. Not even Jack had known about it. Any ghost who felt its fire would be in an Other World of pain.

Aptly she called the weapon the Amityville Horror.

She assembled the stock and inserted the clip… And stood up. Only to dive back down as a ectoplasmic bullet whizzed by. Jazz tossed her last grenade and Maddie used the cover to leap up and unload. The gun had a powerful recoil, and a stream of small blue projectiles based off the same technology in the ghost peeler lanced out, tearing the ghost soldiers to shreds. A satisfied smile played across Maddie's face. She opened fire on the second wave, and rushed forward fireing.

"GET OUT OF MY TOWN YOU FREAKS! EAT HOT LEAD!" Maddie yelled, ignoring the fact that the projectiles in her gun weren't really even solid, let alone lead. As the ghosts exploded left and right, Jazz noticed a new sound. It sounded like a helicopter...

A group of men, military types by the look of them jumped off the helecopter with some really high-tech looking weaponry. And they had a Green Lanter, John Stewart himself, with them.

"You've done enough. Get out of here," he said to Maddie, breathing heavily from the carnage she'd just dished out. A ghost that seemed to be made of spare parts knocked over the Big Ben mock up that served as the Pizzeria's sign.

"I am Technus! Master of technology and stylish extablishing shots! The fourth wall will crumble before my massive digital might!"

Green Lantern smirked, cracked his knuckles, and went at it, as the civilians got on the helicopter that was to take them to saftey. Hopefully.