This is probably going to be the only story I write that takes place in the movieverse. I hinted at this plot a little bit in The Way Home. Jamanakai is a neighborhood in Ninjago City that's known for being rough. Cliff and Libby live over two hours away from Ninjago City.

Libby smiled as she held her baby. She and Cliff had waited so long they had started to doubt it would ever happen. Now their baby boy was here and Libby was bursting with joy. Currently, Cliff was out getting food and coffee. One of the nurses had convinced him that Libby should only consume one cup of coffee a day while she was breastfeeding, but Libby knew that wasn't going to last.

A nurse came in wheeling a bassinet. Libby couldn't keep them straight because there were so many nurses checking in on her. She wondered if it had anything to do with how famous Cliff was.

"Okay, it's time for little man to go back to the nursery."

"Can't I keep him with me?" Libby asked.

"He'll be back in a few hours, but right now we need to make sure you get some sleep."

Libby groaned. Sure, she hadn't slept in almost twenty-four hours when the contractions woke her up, but she didn't want to miss a moment.

"Can't I just wait until my husband gets back?" Libby asked.

"Sleep is not up for debate." The nurse gently took the baby out of her arms and placed him in the bassinet. Libby watched him leave the room. Soon, she was asleep.

Libby woke up a few hours later. Cliff was sitting in the recliner next to her bed reading a newspaper. She sat up and stretched.

"Well, good morning. Or, rather, afternoon," Cliff said. He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Hey," Libby said.

"Sleep well?"

"Not really. This bed is so uncomfortable."

"It's probably better than this chair."

Libby smiled and pushed the nurse-call button. It took a minute for a nurse to show up. Once again, Libby didn't know which nurse it was.

"Can I see my baby now?" Libby asked.

"Of course. I'll go get him." The nurse left.

Libby sat back in the bed.

"How are you feeling?" Cliff asked.

"I'm still tired, but from what I heard, that's not going to go away any time soon."

"Which is why you should rest now while you can."

"I don't want to rest. What if I miss something, something important?"

"You're not going to miss anything."

"You don't know that," Libby said.

"Sure I do because you're a good mother."

Libby smiled. She wondered how Cliff always knew exactly what to say.

"Is there anything interesting in the paper?" Libby asked.

Cliff read her the story from the front page. It was about a hit and run in Ninjago City. A young woman had hit an elderly man who was walking on the sidewalk, then she got out and threw his phone away so he couldn't call for help. The man had been bringing dinner home to his family and died before help arrived. The police found her two days later and arrested her.

"Is it just me, or is it taking a long time for them to bring him up?" Libby asked.

"It has been a while," Cliff said.

Libby pushed the nurse-call button again. It took almost five minutes for someone to come in. The nurse stood just inside the room.

"Where's my baby? Someone was supposed to bring him here," Libby said.

"Yes, just a moment." The nurse ran out of the room.

Libby looked at Cliff, but he looked just as confused as she felt. Five more minutes passed and still, no one came.

"Cliff?" Libby asked nervously.

"Yes?" Cliff said. He took her hand.

"Please go find our baby."

Cliff stood up right as the head nurse walked in. She looked very somber. Cliff sat back down and took Libby's hand.

"Mr. and Mrs. Gordon, I'm sorry, I don't know how to tell you this… your baby is missing."

"Missing? What do you mean, missing? How do you lose a baby?" Cliff asked.

"I… We looked in the nursery and he's not there. We checked to make sure he wasn't accidentally given to one of the other mothers on the floor, but…"

Libby didn't hear anything after that except her own wails. Cliff wrapped his arms around her as she cried. A few minutes later, a police officer came in and talked tried to talk to them, but Libby didn't hear a word he said. Shortly after he left, another nurse came in with a sedative to help her sleep.

Libby felt numb. The nurses walked on eggshells around her. Cliff took her home the next day. She cried when she saw the empty car seat. Cliff had been allowed to see the security tapes and told her what happened that night. Someone in a nurse's uniform had walked into the nursery, picked up their baby, and walked out the back door. The police were working on identifying which nurse took him. They still did not know if it was a random choice or not.

The next day, a man called Cliff's cell phone and demanded five million dollars for the safe return of their baby. Cliff coordinated with the police the best way to deliver the ransom. Libby waited at home while Cliff dropped the money. He placed the bag into a waiting taxi at a busy street corner and walked away. A few seconds later, the cab drove off. Two unmarked police cars followed the cab.

That evening, Libby clung to Cliff while they waited for news. She jumped when the phone rang. Cliff put it on speaker.

"They have the money. The cab had a false bottom and it was waiting on top of a manhole cover. The money probably wasn't inside the taxi for more than five seconds, but we followed it for almost an hour around town before it stopped at the park."

"Will they give us our baby back?" Cliff asked.

"We expect them to either drop him off somewhere or leave instructions on where to find him. If they call you back, let us know immediately."

That call never came. No babies were found in any of the surrounding towns. The police determined that the kidnapper did not work at the hospital, but they still did not know who was behind it or why. Cliff and Libby pleaded with the media to help them locate their baby. As the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months, Libby knew she would never see her baby again.

Ed groaned as he climbed into the truck. He was supposed to have finished his rounds two hours ago, but a last-minute callout meant he had to pick up the slack. To make matters worse, he was with Sam in the broken truck. Sam wasn't mean, necessarily, he just knew how to push everyone's buttons when he wasn't busy flirting with every girl he saw. He was also lazy and really only worked when he was acting like he was in charge of everyone. The only reason he hadn't been fired was because he was the owner's son. No one liked working with him.

Ed turned the truck down an alley and lined up with the dumpster.

"Any chance you're going to get out and check and make sure everything is lined up right?" Ed asked.

"It looks good from here," Sam said.

Ed sighed. This wasn't the first time he wished the dashcam recorded sound. This wasn't the first time that day he wished the dashcam recorded sound. Ed put the truck into park and went out to make sure they were good to go. He normally didn't need to check, but this truck had a habit of missing and no amount of maintenance requests seemed to fix it.

When Ed got close to the dumpster, he thought he heard something. It was probably a cat or a raccoon. The little critters had a habit of finding their way inside the dumpster in their quest for food and couldn't get back out. He opened the lid, but nothing jumped out. Something was definitely crying inside the dumpster. He motioned for Sam to kill the engine, but Sam either didn't see him or was ignoring him. Ed had to climb back in and shut the truck off.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Sam asked.

"Something's trapped in the dumpster," Ed said. He went back out and climbed up the side of the dumpster to get a better view, but he didn't see anything. Ed moved a couple of trash bags around and saw a tiny arm sticking out from underneath a flattened cardboard box. He moved the box and saw a baby.

"Oh my goodness!" Ed jumped in and picked up the tiny baby. Its cries were weak and it felt floppy in his arms. The baby was wrapped in a soiled blanket. A note was pinned to the blanket. Ed ripped the note off and read it.

"Any attempts to find this thing's parents will result in its death. We are watching."

Ed looked around, but all he saw was Sam climbing out of the truck.

"Call dispatch. Tell them we need the police and an ambulance," Ed said.

"Why do I gotta do it?" Sam asked.

"Never mind. I'll do it. Useless," Ed muttered under his breath as he climbed back into the cab, still holding the crying baby. It took less than ten minutes for two police cars and an ambulance to show up. The police suspected one of the local gangs were involved but they couldn't tell which one.

"What's going to happen to him?" Ed asked as he handed the baby over to an EMT.

"If we cannot locate his parents, which I doubt we will, then he will go into the foster system and hopefully someone will adopt him." The police officer didn't look up from his notebook as he answered Ed.

Ed looked over and saw Sam talking to some reporters, no doubt taking credit for the find. A few reporters tried to talk to him when he was done talking to the police, but Ed declined to comment.

Edna waited by the bay for Ed and Sam to return. She had heard a rumor about a found baby through the grapevine and she knew a second truck had to be dispatched to finish the route. After what seemed like an eternity, the truck finally pulled into the bay.

"What happened?" Edna asked as Ed climbed out.

"I got out to make sure the truck was lined up right and heard something crying inside the dumpster. I looked and there was this tiny baby just lying there," Ed said.

"I hope the poor thing is okay."

"They took him to the hospital. The police doubt they'll find whoever put him in there, but they still want the dashcam footage. Stall Sam, I want to talk to Bill first."

Edna nodded. Ed ran inside as Sam finally climbed out of the truck.

"Sam, what happened?" Edna asked.

"It was crazy, Edna. We pull up to this dumpster and Ed wanted to just hope everything was aligned properly, but I was like, 'no, no, this truck is the wonky truck. We have to make sure it's right,' and we get out and hear something crying in the dumpster. I thought it was a cat or something but when we opened it up, we saw a baby. I kept it warm while Ed called it in. Then we had to talk to the police and some paramedics took it to a hospital," Sam said.

"Uh-huh. You know your dad's going to look at the dashcam footage, right?" Edna crossed her arms.

"He is?"

"The police requested it."

"They did?"

"You want to change your story?"

"Um… Where is Ed?"

"Talking to your dad."

Sam ran past her and flew into the building. Edna walked behind him up the stairs to the office. Sam was pacing outside of his dad's locked office door. Several minutes later, Ed came out.

"SAM! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Bill boomed.

"Have fun." Ed smiled at Sam.

Sam gulped as he walked into the office.

"Did Bill see the footage?" Edna asked as she and Ed walked back downstairs to leave.

"Yep. Both angles," Ed said.

Edna couldn't help but laugh. She grabbed her things from her desk and the two walked hand-in-hand to their car.

"Do they think they'll be able to find the little thing's parents?" Edna asked as they climbed into their car.

"No. He's probably going to end up in foster care," Ed said.

"Oh! You're going to go to the hospital, right?"

"They took him to Central."

Edna gasped. Ninjago City Central Hospital had a reputation for its lackluster medical care and was rated as one of the worst hospitals in all of Ninjago. Most of the patients who went there had some connection to one of the three gangs that were fighting over the surrounding territory.

Edna clung to Ed's arm as they walked through the front door. The receptionist barely acknowledged them before she waved them through. A lady in a business suit was pacing in the hallway outside of the NICU, talking on her cell phone. Ed and Edna stopped in front of the window and looked at the rows of babies.

"Which one is he?" Edna asked.

"That one." Ed pointed to a baby in the back. The name card at the end of the bassinet said, "Baby J. Doe."

"Oh, he's so cute."

The business woman groaned and slapped her phone shut. She took a deep breath as she joined them at the window.

"You're the guy who found that baby, aren't you?"

"Yes. I'm Ed Walker."

"Mila Frankenson. I hate parents who do this. He's my fourth abandoned baby this month, though this is the first time someone's abandoned a baby in a dumpster. Usually, they have the decency to leave the baby at a fire station or something. Someone really didn't want him. At least he wasn't injured in the dumpster."

"What about the note that was attached to his blanket?"

"Oh, probably just someone playing a joke. I wouldn't read too much into it."

"What's going to happen to him?" Edna asked.

"As soon as I can find a foster family to take him, he's going there. You would think placing a baby would be easier," Mila said.

"We could take him!"

"Edna!" Ed said.

"Oh, we have plenty of room at the house," Edna argued.

"Hey, if you fill out the paperwork, I don't care," Mila said. She slung her bag over her shoulder and left.

"Ed, please?"

"I don't know. Fostering a baby is a lot," Ed said. He took Edna's hand and led her back down the hallway.

"We could handle it."

"Edna, you would get too attached. Foster kids don't stay in one home forever. I don't know if you could handle it when it was time for them to leave."

"What if we adopt him?" Edna asked.

"Adopt him?"

"Yeah."

"There is a chance they will find his parents," Ed said.

"And if they don't? You heard what that social worker said."

Ed sighed as he unlocked the car door.

"Think about it?" Edna asked.

"I'll think about it, but we aren't adopting him."

Edna was persistent. She didn't talk about it at work since she didn't want any rumors flying around, but she brought up the subject of adopting the abandoned baby every night at dinner and again while they got ready for bed. It took Ed three weeks to agree to contact a social worker and see what the requirements were for adopting a child.

"Edna, we may not get the abandoned baby. He could've been adopted by now," Ed said.

"I know, Ed, but any child we get will be a blessing," Edna said.

Six weeks of paperwork, preparation, and home visits later, the pair were finally approved to adopt a child. They were at home when their social worker called them.

"Good news, Mrs. Walker. The baby Ed found is still available if you're still interested."

Two days later, Ed and Edna walked into the social worker's office. Their baby was sitting in his carrier, playing with a rattle toy. The social worker picked him up and placed him in Edna's arms.

"Hi, Jay. I'm your mommy."

Jay looked up at Edna and smiled.

Jay was found in the dumpster later the same day he was kidnapped, before the police made any information public.

As explained in The Way Home, the movieverse is a copy of the showverse created by Krux and Acronix. They purposefully designed their world to be cruel to their former teammates turned enemies in order to punish them. For Libby, that meant losing her baby when an old rival of Cliff's thought the pair didn't deserve to have any children and arranged the kidnapping. Their other punishments include but are not limited to: Ray and Maya were trapped underneath Ninjago City for years, Ice got married to a horrible woman, Hermes lost his daughter in a car accident and lives in a neighborhood he can't stand with extremely outgoing and nosy neighbors, and Wu and Garmadon were trapped in an endless war.