Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Rugrats/All Grown Up. Butch Hartman (DP) and Paul Germain (R/AGU) do. :D

Chapter 1: A Time Machine to the Footure

"I just don't gets it!" Tommy exclaimed, angrily. "Why would my Mommy and Daddy do this to me?"

Tommy Pickles and his playmate Danny Fenton were in the Pickles' backyard. A few minutes ago Tommy had come storming out of his house, and told Danny about a problem he was having. That just wasn't like Tommy. He was pretty angry.

Danny smiled. "Calm down, Tommy! It's not the end of the world!"

"I knows thats!" Tommy cried. "I'm just mad. My Mommy and Daddy taketed away my binky from me!"

Danny shrugged. "No offense or anything Tommy," he started, "but you were gonna have to get rid of that pacifier sooner or later. The dentist said your first tooth has come in all the way, and I think I heard your dad say to your mom that they were gonna have to get rid of it soon. Besides," Danny added, "your mom said that you're going to get a big surprise later."

Tommy perked up a bit. "Really?" he asked, excitedly. "What is it?"

Danny shrugged once again. "I don't know. She wouldn't tell me."

Tommy plopped onto the ground, crossed his arms, and furrowed his eyebrows. "Well, I wants my binky back!" he stated, angrily.

Just as Tommy said that, the sliding glass door opened. Danny's friend Sam Manson and Tommy's friend Chuckie Finster had just arrived. He was carrying a black, round-like object in his hands.

"Hi'ya, Tommy!" Chuckie exclaimed. "Hi'ya, Danny!"

"Hi there, Chuck!" Danny greeted. "Hey, Sam!"

"Hi, guys! What's up?" Sam asked.

Danny laughed, while watching his playmate's angry expression. "Tommy's mad because his mom and dad just took his pacifier away from him."

Chuckie frowned, and turned to face his best friend. "Oh. It's the firstest day without your binky, Tommy?" he asked, quickly patting him on the back. "I knows what it's like. Mine gots taketed away from me awhile agos too."

Tommy glanced up at his pal. "Did you ever gets it back?"

"Nope." Chuckie said, apologetically. He suddenly grinned. "But I'll shows you what I gots last nights at a store! It might cheer you up!" He showed Tommy the black round thing he had brought with him.

"Wow, Chuckie!" Tommy exclaimed. "That's really neat!" He paused, then asked, "What is it?"

Chuckie grinned even wider. "It's a magic ball! You ask it a yes or no question and shakes it, and it tells your footure!"

Sam smiled. "That is neat! Can I try it?"

"Sure!" Chuckie handed the magic ball over to Sam. "Remember to ask it a yes or no question!"

Sam nodded. "Okay." She thought for a moment. "I know! Tommy's mom has been sick for three days. Will she get better in two days or less?" She shook the ball as hard as she could.

"Well, Sam," Danny started, "what does it say?"

"It says," Sam said glancing down at the ball, "Most definitely."

"What does that mean?" Tommy asked, puzzled.

"It means your mom is gonna get better soon." Danny replied. "How is she doing anyway?"

"I thinks she's getting betterer. She hasn't been throwing up as much today as she did yesterday. She went to the doctor earlier, though." Tommy added.

"What did they say?"

Tommy shrugged. "I don't know. My Daddy didn't tells me."

"Oh!" Chuckie cried, interrupting Danny and Tommy's conversation. "Oh! I gots a really good question for my magic ball!"

"Go ahead!" Sam exclaimed. "I'll shake it for you."

"Okay. Um, will me and Tommy be bestest friends when we start our firstest day of school?"

Tommy grinned at his friend. "That is a great question, Chuckie!"

Sam shook the ball, glanced at it, then said, "Yes."

"That's great!" Tommy exclaimed. "How about, will me and Chuckie be bestest friends on our lastest years of the elephantary school?"

Sam shook the ball again. "Maybe."

"Okay. How about the medium school?"

"Not likely." Sam read.

Both Tommy and Chuckie were getting nervous now.

"How about the really big school?" Chuckie asked. "Are we gonna be friends theres?"

Sam shook the ball with all her might this time. She looked at the ball and sighed sadly. "No."

Chuckie, Danny, and Tommy gasped.

"I-I don't gets it!" Tommy exclaimed. "What could ever make us be mad at each other, Chuckie? We're bestest friends!"

Chuckie was just as shocked as Tommy was. "I don't know, Tommy!"

Danny grabbed the magic ball out of Sam's hands. "There's gotta be some way to reverse this thing!" he cried. "Maybe if I tried asking it a similar question to the ones Tommy and Chuck were asking!" He thought for a moment, then asked, "Will Tommy and Chuck be friends for all of eternity?" Danny started to shake the ball, and looked at it. "Darn it!"

He paused for a moment, and asked, "Will Tommy and Chuck be friends when they're eighty years old?" He shook the ball again. "Aw, man!"

Danny shook the ball for another five minutes, but the same sad answer kept popping up in front of him. "No! No! No! No! No!"

Finally, Sam got annoyed enough that she took the ball out of Danny's hands. "Okay, Danny!" she cried. "We see your point already! Sadly, Tommy and Chuckie aren't going to be friends forever. You don't need to rub it in their faces!"

Danny frowned, and shrugged apologetically. "Sorry you guys. I guess I just got carried away."

Tommy nodded. "It's okay, Danny. I knows you was only trying your bestest."

"I guess it just wasn't enough." Chuckie replied, gloomily.

Suddenly, Tommy Pickles' dad Stu Pickles, and Danny's dad Jack Fenton came out. They both had eager, excited expressions on their faces.

"Hey, there, kids!" Stu exclaimed. "Come here for a second!"

The four friends slowly got up and walked glumly into the Pickles' house. They still couldn't believe that Tommy and Chuckie weren't going to be best friends when they were older. They didn't even think it was possible! But, what they saw when they entered the living room made Chuckie, Danny, Tommy, and Sam forget all about it.

"Whoa!" they gasped.

In the middle of the room was an airplane big enough to fit four babies or four little kids. It was a made of metal, and had huge wings that extended out about four or five feet. The babies were amazed by it.

"Awesome plane!" Danny exclaimed. "How did you guys make it?"

Danny and Tommy's dads were inventors. Tommy's dad made toys, while Danny's dad made many useful types of equipment for television shows and for real life issues, like ghost equipment. But apparently, this time, the two of them decided to make something together.

Jack smiled at his son. "We just made it out of a few extra parts lying around the house." he replied.

Stu grinned at the kids. "What are you waiting for? Hop in!"

The babies ran up to the airplane eagerly. Danny sat at the wheel, while Tommy sat in the passenger seat. Chuckie and Sam sat in the back.

From the inside, it looked just like a real airplane. There were dials, switches, and buttons everywhere. Some of them even made sound effects!

"This is really cool, Mr. Fenton!" Sam exclaimed.

"Same here, Mr. Pickles!" Danny exclaimed. "Thanks!"

Jack and Stu nodded proudly.

"Well," Stu started, "I'd better go check to see how Didi's doing."

"And I'd better go get some parts for our next invention." Jack replied. He turned to face Danny. "Are you fine hanging around here for awhile, son?"

Danny smiled at him. "Yeah, Dad. I'll see you later!"

Jack and Stu grinned at them.

"You kids have fun!" Stu exclaimed. He and Jack then left the room.

Once they heard Jack's vehicle starting, and Stu's footsteps become silent as they went up the stairs, Tommy spoke. "Wow! This plane's really neat!"

His friends nodded in agreement.

Chuckie grinned with relief when he saw a little round slant on the dashboard. "Look! There's even a spot to puts my magic ball!" He sighed. "That's good, too. This thing was getting heavy!" He leaned over to put his magic ball onto the slant. It fit perfectly!

Chuckie leaned back in his seat with his hands behind his head. "That's betterer!"

Danny smiled at his friend. "Cool! Now we can-," he paused. He thought he had heard a small ping somewhere. "Did you guys here that?"

"Here what, Danny?" Sam asked.

"I thought I heard something!" Danny glanced outside the toy plane. "I hope a screw didn't go loose!"

"Don't worry, Danny!" Chuckie exclaimed. "We'll helps you look!"

They searched everywhere. In the airplane, out of the airplane, on the wings, on the hard metal floor of the plane, even underneath it! But no matter where they looked, the babies just couldn't seem to find the missing screw. But they did find something else.

"Hey, you guys!" Tommy exclaimed, hopping into the plane's passenger's seat once again. "What's this?"

Chuckie and Sam climbed back into the back seats of the plane, while Danny slipped into the pilot's seat again. "What is it, Tommy?"

Tommy pointed to the dashboard. "A little card thingy is sticking out of theres!"

Danny glanced to where his playmate was pointing. He was right. There was a little white card sticking out of the dashboard. 'Funny.' Danny thought. 'I don't think that little card slot was there before.'

He thought some more, smiled, and pulled the little card out of the slot. After all, Danny had probably just missed the card slot when he was playing with the all of the switches and buttons inside the plane. He slowly read it to himself. Danny didn't quite get the message, so he read it a few more times to try and understand its meaning. Nothing came to him.

"Well, Danny, what does it say?" Sam asked.

Danny glanced back at the little card in his hands. He read it loud and clear enough so his friends could hear.

Your journey begins here.

As we are flying forward,

you will discover new adventures

and new experiences

that you have never experienced before.

You will soon not remember

the following numbers that are being given to you.

9-9-4

Be wise about what you're about to face.

You only get one chance to fix your wrongs,

and make them right.

Your journey ends when you hear the word,

"Goodnight!"

Good luck!

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, puzzled.

Danny shrugged. "Beats me."

Tommy was replaying message over and over in his mind. Suddenly he grinned. "I gets it!" he exclaimed.

Chuckie glanced at his best friend. "Gets what, Tommy?"

Tommy grinned even wider. "Don't you sees?" he asked, excitedly. "It's a game! Those numbers on the cards looks eggzactly like the ones on those rows of switches!"

Danny figured out what Tommy was getting at. "Your right!" he said, smiling. "So all we have to do is flick the number nine switch on the first row…"

He flicked the nine switch upward.

"Then the same number on the second row…"

He flicked up the nine switch on the second row.

"Now, we just have to flick the number four switch, and…"

Danny flicked the number four switch forward, and the airplane's engine started revving up!

"Um, Danny," Chuckie started, nervously, "is the arrowplane apposed to be doing this?"

Danny was gripping onto the steering wheel as Chuckie spoke. "I don't know!" he exclaimed, fearfully. "But somehow I don't think so!"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a green, swirling vortex appeared in front of them. Then the airplane started moving on its own!

The four friends screamed with fear.

"Danny, stop steering!" Sam cried. "Now!"

Danny glanced at her in panic. "I'm not doing anything!" He started pounding the dashboard with his fists. That did nothing except hurt his hands. "Ow!"

Danny then started flipping switches (including the ones he had already flicked up) and buttons like crazy. But nothing was working! "Come on!" he cried. "Come on! I said, come on you stupid thing! Please!"

But it was too late to do anything now. The babies screamed once again before entering the swirling, green vortex.