A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

This story takes place approximately 14 years after the final episode of Rocket Power; 'The Big Day'. It is the third in a series of stories meant to crossover several Nicktoons into a shared universe, and will make a few references to the prior stories. For full context of the references and to fully grasp the shared universe that these stories share, you are recommended to read the prior stories 'Hey Arnold! The Football Head Returns' and 'Danny Phantom: End of Days' to chronologically follow the story.

With that out of the way, enjoy the ride.

PROLOGUE

For the early years of mankind, human beings have often looked to the skies with wonder and curiosity. Many looked in search for gods, for understanding, or for some other meaning to the universe, but, like all other human opportunities for wisdom, it ultimately became used for the one byproduct of the human condition used for both good and evil alike:

Business.

Always on their search for new territories to explore, for new resources to repurpose to their advantages, the skies are where they eventually turned after there was nowhere left on the ground or on sea to take next. After years of exploration and hard work, with the genesis of the aeroplane, it seems that the skies have proven very good for human business.

One such business is a company known as Membrane Laboratories, a science firm led under the helm of a man known as Professor Membrane. Recently, the company has come under the ownership and leadership by its sole stockholder, a billionaire from Hillwood named Buckley Lloyd, and it is under his leadership of the company that brings this shipment to its current destination.

Inside the plane is a top-secret piece of technology never before seen by the public.

One not of this Earth.

Inside the aircraft's cockpit, the two pilots continue the flight comfortably along its path, simply counting away the minutes before they arrive to their destination. Experienced in plenty of flight like this one beforehand, their only challenge in the job now comes with the troubles of being stuck with the task of operating a plane for several hours, with nothing else to pass the time except conversation.

"So, tell me again about your leave in France?" One pilot asked.

"Right, so I was stationed in France for a few months, and I got a week of leave that I decided to spend in the city. A lot of people say that Paris is the most beautiful city on Earth, but it's really no different from back home. It's different, but it's just got little differences." The other pilot replied.

"Gimme an example."

"Well, I went to the Nasty Burger and went to get some food, but they don't have Triple-Pounders with cheese. Know why?"

"Cause they got the metric system?"

"Yeah, man, they use the metric system, they got no clue what a 'pound' is. You know what they call it instead?"

"What do they call it? A 'Royale with Cheese'?"

"Close. The 'Royal Cheese'."

"Heh. 'The Royal Cheese', huh? What do they call the Nasty Sauce?"

"Nasty Sauce's just the Nasty Sauce, but they call it le Nasty Sauce."

Amused by the negligible regional difference, the first pilot gave a light chuckle at his colleague's story.

"Le Nasty Sauce. Big difference. What do they call a Good Burger?" The first pilot asked.

"I don't know, I didn't go to Good Burger." The other pilot replied.


[Soundtrack Cue: Orbital - P.E.T.R.O.L.]

While the two pilots continued their conversation, another, smaller plane found its way across the skies, keeping itself far above the delivery plane and staying off of its radar and other means of detecting other planes. It ominously headed towards the delivery plane carrying the technologically advanced cargo within, all eyes within setting themselves on the prize within.

Oblivious to the rogue plane above them,the pilots continued on with their conversation regarding Parisian names for fast food, unsuspecting and innocently presuming there to be no threat. Undetected and unnoticed, the rogue plane then lowered itself just above the cargo plane, positioning itself a few feet in front of it, all while still maintaining a high altitude above its target.

Now in its prime position, the rogue plane deployed its own cargo.

The side door to the plane opened, with 4 men climbing out and jumping out. Each wearing a customized wingsuit, the 4 men now turned skydivers opened their suits to control their fall and descent from a freefall into a guided flightpath, all making their way to the plane.

The skydiving raiders, as planned, landed directly on top of the plane, Taking out and using suction gloves and boots, the thieves slowly climbed and crawled their way down the plane, making their way down to the cargo doors. It is here where their prize is located, and the door before them is the only thing standing between them and the cargo within.

Making careful work with a miniaturized arc welder, one of the airborne thieves pulled off a panel to a set of wires and circuitry. Allowing another raider to take his place, the exposed wires were then cut and rewired with a small hacking device, taking over the controls for the cargo hold.

When the hacking had done its job, the cargo door began to open.


The opening of the door is something that could have gone noticed with a light and noise made on the dashboard's controls, but that warning is not made following the hacking procedure done to open the door. A CCTV camera view would give the pilots a chance to know of the intrusion, overcoming the problem of the cancelled alarm...

...but having made one too many trips like this where their guard is let down, they do not bother checking, and the thieves are free to work as they please.

"Man, don't you wish we were in the Middle East, fighting Afghanis like the good old days?" The first pilot asked.

"You call getting shot at 'good old days'?" The other pilot asked.

"Well, not really the shooting part, but I mean just doing something other than just sitting in a damn plane listening to each other's bullshit stories. With superheroes like the Green Eye out there, there's got to be something else more exciting out there now."

"Well, careful what you wish for, pal, you never know what might happen. Now that the world's got superheroes in it, just about anything could happen."


And how right the pilot was; with the door now open, the thieves made their way inside the plane, fighting back against the strong wind resistance put up against them and preparing to take the cargo within. The cargo was a large crate, concealing the extraterrestrial technology within, with a label on the side that read "TOP SECRET".

Taking out pieces to a parachute harness, the raiders began attaching the harness to the crate, taking great lengths to ensure that the harness was tightly secured on without any chance of breaking or failing to succeed its task. Also among the edges of the crate were inflatable pads, giving the cargo the means to make an aquatic landing without damaging the contents inside.

Once the harness was tightly fastened on, the raiders then began unfastening any and all locks keeping the cargo in place, ready to let it depart from the plane. Preparing the final move to take the cargo, one thief pulled out a knife and approached a rope holding the crate in, acting as the final securing placehold to the cargo.

Then, with one swing, he cut the rope.


Sent on its course to leave the plane, the cargo began sliding out from the bay and towards the open door, taking the crate away on its intended course by the thieves. It is now when one of the pilots is able to take notice of the crime being committed from underneath their very noses...

...but, of course, the realization comes far too late.

"Hey, what the hell's going on there?" One pilot asked.

Pointing to the CCTV screen, the two pilots at last took notice of the crime taking place on their plane, witnessing the cargo just as it departed from their aircraft. The realization brings to the pilots a sudden shock and fear, making them both know that they have failed at their one job.

As the thieves began to depart from the plane, one stopped to the security camera to give a middle finger before departing with his colleagues.


Jumping out of the plane and into freefall, the aerial thieves congregated around the crate, sticking close to their abducted prize. Falling towards the water below, the group took to the harness placed around the cargo, activating the parachute and slowing its descent.

The descent is not made towards any terra firma, but instead the water of the Pacific Ocean below. With the cargo now falling at a slower, more manageable speed, the raiders, then activated the inflatable pads below, giving it the needed buoyancy in to prevent it from sinking into the ocean.

Landing in the ocean with a light splash, the stolen cargo, along with the raiders, once again came together following their departure from the plane. Coming up on the group was a boat arriving with great speed, coming up on the group with a great importance which fueled its arrival.

The expectation of the boat could be made by any to belong to the Coast Guard, but this boat is a private vessel, at it has come to the aide of the thieves. Stopping the boat just before the cargo, the raiders entered the boat and retrieved inside it equipment needed to bring the cargo aboard, allowing it to be taken with them.

Making use of a winch and cables, the stolen cargo was brought aboard the boat, successfully retrieving what they had come for. Now, with the mission accomplished, the boat once again started and began making its way back to land, leaving behind the scene of the crime.

And in the water, there is no trace of the crime to be held, making their getaway perfectly clean.

[Soundtrack Cue End]


As the airplane's pilots were already miles away, unable to do anything to undo the thievery of their assigned cargo, the aforementioned stolen goods finally arrived in an undisclosed location within the southern Californian city of Ocean Shores, with the boat docking on a private location away from prying eyes.

Disembarking from their vessel, the skydiving thieves and the sailor of the boat quickly got to work unloading the crate from the truck, making use of a forklift to move the crate inside the warehouse to their docks. Entering the warehouse and closing the door, the thieves all then came behind the boater, acknowledging him as their leader.

Taking a crowbar to the crate, their leader then opened it up, with all present looking inside, more than eager to see its contents.

And the leader is well-satisfied with their work.

"Congratulations, boys. We've all just become millionaires." The leader said.