Meanwhile, the US Army was testing a new model of Predator Drones today; by testing, they were hitting the village of a minor Taliban leader in the mountains of Pakistan. They had prepared the drone beforehand, making sure the missile was ready, armed and loaded. The systems had been tested, their wiring checked and checked again, and everything had been green lighted. They had launched the missile, ready to call their test a success.

But much to even Biden's surprise, It didn't hit the target. It didn't even hit the ground.

"What do you mean? How is that even possible?!"

"I don't know, sir," the Army Drone handler replied to his superior officer. "The targeting system may have malfunctioned or something."

"That can't be," the officer replied as two technicians came into the room escorted by an armed guard, immediately heading to the targeting system's computer and software. "This thing is state of the art, fresh off of the truck. It can't have malfunctioned."

"Sir!" one of the soldiers manning the radar stations yelled out. "Radar is picking up something approaching the drone!"

"Dammit…pull up all cameras on the drone! Get me eyes, now!" the officer in charge commanded. His order was immediately obeyed as everyone working the screen areas and radar and such worked to bring the camera feeds onto the large screen in the front of the room. The drone handlers were working to try and maneuver the drone out of the path of the rapidly closing in bogey, but it kept following them. Finally, the camera feeds were brought, and what they convey shocked the whole room and made everyone gasp in confusion:

Jimmy Neutron flying at the drone, but he wore two metalic gauntlets, and what appears to be wires, wires that are shaped like nerves, on his backside, that go over the back of his fists, and he was flying! He was actually flying!

He flew right through the missile, colliding with it in a head-to-head in a massive explosion, sending what's left of it in a spiraling free fall descent.

The Current President of the United States began thinking after seeing the footage. In the room with him were the Secretary of State, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the Vice President, the Cabinet and several generals, intelligence agency heads and members of the DHS.

Turning to the general standing at the screen, who was the man in charge of this specific Drone division, Trump asked, "The target of the Drone?"

"A Taliban leader; minor," the general replied instantly. "The casualties would've been acceptable, Mr. President; five to ten civilians at most."

"I don't think that matter to the boy," the Secretary of State replied, taking off her glasses. "In my opinion, it seems as if he was trying to prevent those casualties."

"Oh, please." Donald Trump stated, angrily. "I don't care if he's just a kid, he's committed treason with that action; he took action against the American military in American military airspace, he's trying to police the world and they can't do it being so uncontrollable! Not to mention that it is greatly endangering the interests of our allies as well as American interests."

"The general has a point," the Vice President remarked. "This kid is highly unstable right now, it's best to concede, because was doing what no government or nation had the balls to do thanks to all the political red tape: he was being proactive and confronting these problems head on."

"True..." Trump said, sternly. "But I should be the one who does that!"

But the president was indeed right; he may have had good intentions, but Jimmy was interfering with American interests and as the leader of the nation, he couldn't allow it to continue.

Trump continued, "I've got an ace in the hole, it's huge. It is a bit risky, but we're taking the proper precautions; shell companies and the like would be traced, but this isn't on any paper or computer. Just bargains made and people chosen; nothing that can be traced back to us or the administration."

"You realize that this kid, in his current state, may actually kill you and your men if you try to strike at him and take him out."

"Our men aren't going for that brat." Trump smirked.

Dr. Drakken was shaken in fear, one of his potential colleagues was murdered in cold blood. Eric Cartman, dead. And when he found out how he died, he was petrified...and yet, Shego doesn't know why.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Shego asks.

"A colleague had his guts ripped open and out by his arch enemy!" Dr. Drakken yelped.

"Woah," Shego said, surprised. "That actually sounds bad."

"Yes." Dr. Drakken said. "We have to lay low and get the fuck outta here and go off the grid!"

"Wait, it depends on who this murderer happens to be." Shego said, curious.

"Jimmy Neutron." Dr. Drakken said.

"That kid from the news the other day?" Shego asks. "He's just a kid! What possible damage could possibly lead from that?"

"Don't underestimate him, Shego, I've heard about him and the potential he has." Dr. Drakken said, sternly. "And I think he's unlocking that potential more than anything else."

"Drakken, he's just a kid." Shego said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like he's some sort of Space Hero that can "fall with style"." (Get the shout-out I made?)

"Well, just in case, we could find a way to cash in on this once he takes over the world..." Drakken said, nervously as the phone rang, Shego then answered, "Who is this?"

"Uh, Hey, Shego." Trump's voice said, which made Shego's eyes light up with fury.

"Listen, Trump! I told you, if you go near me, that'll be the last thing you'll ever be nearby!" Shego shouted.

"I have a job for you, just one thing to do." Trump assured. "And it pays a WHOLE lot."

"What?" Shego said, impatiently.

Carl didn't know it yet, but Libby, he and Sheen are all Jimmy have left now, seeing how the whole town never quite trusted Jimmy completely, but he noticed Jimmy changed for better and worse. Carl started thinking about the events of the last few days. After Jimmy's ceasefire declaration and order, his friend had been thorough and meticulous in seeing that it was enforced.

"Sheen?" Carl asks as his friend.

"What?" Sheen asks.

"Things are changing faster than a speeding bullet, I mean, one moment, Jim is inventing some sort of crazy machine, and the next, he's going on a world wide threatening tour!" Carl sighed.

"Yeah, losing his family must've fucked him up BAD." Sheen sighed in grief.

Suddenly, they hear a branch crack in Jimmy's backyard.

"What was that?" Sheen asks, worried.

"I see a cute little llama!" A falsetto voice was heard.

"Llama?!" Carl smiled. "Llama! Llama! Llama!"

He then laughs as he runs into a forest, where the sound came from, but soon, those laughs would turn into screams of terror, concerning Sheen.

"What the fuck?" Sheen mumbled to himself as he walked into the woods, worried. There was no Carl at all, he started to get nervous, but he started to become curious once he sees something glowing in the distance. "Something's glowing!"

Suddenly, a familiar figure rose, saying, "Oh, my hands do more than glow!"

That was the last thing Sheen heard before being knocked out by Shego.

By the time Jimmy found out, he was horrified, his only friends have gone missing. He ordered his only friends to look around what's left of Retroville, while he looked around in Sheen's home, where he saw Shego, sitting on Sheen's bed.

"Shego?" Jimmy snarled, tightening his grip as he sternly growled. "If you harm my friends in any way, I will-"

"What, Neutron? What will you do?" Shego replied back with a serious expression on her face. "You'll grab me and rip my guts out, too? By the way, that was pretty dark. I digress though...I'm only the deliverer and the messenger of this situation. And the guys that hired me for this job, they want to make this perfectly clear: you are not going to see your friends ever again. They are somewhere that no member of the Kids Next Door can get to or find a way into. But they are alive, so you can rest easy on that. Whether they stay alive...that's up to you, Jimmy."

"Meaning?" Jimmy said, grabbing Shego by the throat, before Shego threw him across the room, knocking a bookshelf down.

"They will stay alive IF you heed this very simple message from my contractors...Stop what you're doing." Shego said as Jimmy slowly got up. "You all know what I mean, nerd; stop interfering with governments and wars and go back to fighting alien invaders and punching bad guys and inventing stuff. Politics has no place for you, and you don't belong in it. Do this, and your friends keep breathing. Forget your place again...we'll start sending little pieces of them."

Shego then climbed out of the window, leaving Jimmy looking on in fury as he glares at Shego leaving the place.

Danielle, upon hearing about Sheen's kidnapping, calls a meeting with the Kids Next Door, as well as what's left of Retroville. Hopefully, she'll find others to help her and Jimmy. They would meet up at Jimmy's Lab.

"Thanks for hearing me out." Danielle said. "No one standing here today was untouched by what happened that fateful day, we lost many friends and family in Retroville." Some of the kids cringed in sadness, remembering the friends and family they've lost over the course of the pandemic and the incident. "But Jimmy hasn't mourned, instead, he has fought to make sure nothing like this will never happen. Unfortunately, Jimmy's only friends have been taken from him, with the government threatening to kill them if he doesn't stop what he's doing. Whoever is responsible for this aims to put him in his place…to put us in our place. I'm Danielle Phantom, and I know my place. I have faith in what Jimmy's doing. We can make a difference in the world if we continue this, and if anyone of you have a problem..."

"No." Nick Dean stepped forward. "I guess we owe Jimmy for the whole Yolkian Incident when he saved our parents."

"But let's not forget all the times that he endangers the town with his inventions!" A kid said.

"It doesn't matter. No child should lose their parents!" Danielle said, sternly.

"Perhaps we can work on a teleportation device," Numbah 1 said.

"Then make it ASAP!" Danielle said.

"There may be a chance we may or may not know a friend who will help." Numbah 4 said. "As long as we don't kill anyone!"

Danielle gave everyone a satisfactory grin.

Meanwhile, just outside of Royal Woods, Ryan was still holding keeping his gun in the pocket as he and what's left of the Louds stopped at the gas station. It's clear that the youngest Louds needed a snack, but one problem, not even the Gas Station wanted anything to do with the Louds.

"Well, we tried, but we couldn't get anything, Lily." Lori sighed. Lily pouted in frustration.

"Dammit!" Lily shouted.

"This is pointless! No one's gonna help us after the stunts we've pulled!" Lola pouted.

"They will, give it time..." Ryan said. "We just need to find the right man to help us. He should be flying on his way to the hotel you went to on that one road trip, drunkenly."

"Wait, so we're literally going to get help from a drunk?" Lori said, shocked.

"If you'd like, you're more than welcome to leave this dimension and join your Citadel-Selves." Ryan said, sarcastically. "Look, I know this guy, or at least his grandchildren, and they can help us. And they should be crashing into that hotel right about now."