This is a crossover with Danny Phantom. However, I have elected to post it here, because of the lack of traffic the crossovers section gets (as far as I know, humble n00b I am) and about two thirds of the cast of this are from FOP. Enjoy!

Chapter One: In Which Things Get Started

Timmy Turner.
Day One – 8:30, US West Coast Time.
Dimmsdale, California.

School began in half and hour, but most students of the Dimmsdale Elementary School arrived early, at around eight thirty, to catch up with their friends and prepare themselves for the day ahead.

Most had migrated into shelter today, as a torrent of thick rain was cascading over Southern California, with no signs of slowing any time soon.

Timmy Turner was sitting with his friends, Chester McBadbat and AJ Ibrehim, under the cover of a tree several metres from the door to the school.

"…I'm just saying, logically speaking," AJ was saying, "Crash Nebula would beat the Crimson Chin. He's got the technology of a future world behind him, it's an overwhelming advantage!"

"The Chin sneers at your technology!" snapped Chester. (1).

"Guys," sighed Timmy, "You already had this argument, remember?"

"There's nothing else to talk about," replied AJ.

"I could tell you about the time pop tried to fix the can," suggested Chester.

"No," said Timmy and AJ, simultaneously.

"Hey, I got something," mused AJ, "Did you hear about the bank robbery on Baker Terrace?"

"That isn't fun, nor does it involved plumbing," sighed Chester.

"No, seriously," AJ continued, "The weird thing is, they only robbed one safe – all the others were intact. The Police say they were after something other then money."

"Yeah? What would that be?" demanded Chester, "Bread?"

"I don't know," replied AJ, "Apparently they've got M.E.R.F. involved."

Timmy's eyes widened.

"M.E.R.F.? Why do they need those windbags?"

"It's a rumour," shrugged AJ.

The bell rang suddenly, and the two boys ran inside through the rain, leaving Chester on his own.

"Nobody noticed my pun?" he said, meekly, "You get it – Bakers Terrace – stealing bread."

There was a long silence.

"Was it really that bad?" he asked himself, as he walked through the rain to the door.

Vicky Delisle.
Day One – 8:44, US West Coast Time.
Dimmsdale, California.

Vicky was home alone.

Not that it was a holiday or a pupil free day at the Dimmsdale High School, mind you. She had simply told her parents that she needed a day off, specially for a Skip Sparkypants concert; her parents had bowed to her will (as usual) and fled the building (as usual).

Not that she particularly liked Skip Sparkypants – she was just going to terrorise the guy into augmenting her already significant stockpile of money.

Her time at home alone was interrupted quite suddenly, however, when a black sedan pulled into the driveway. She was about to give them a peace of her mind, when there were two muffled bangs from outside.

The front door came off its hinges.

Two men in dark suits and trench coats stamped into the room, one holding a large, black shotgun in his hands.

"Ms. Delisle," grinned the unarmed men, "How nice to see you."

"Who the heck are you?" demanded Vicky.

"Don't ask questions, ma'am," replied the man, "All will be answered soon enough. Tell me, have you ever been to New York?"

"No," snapped Vicky.

"Good, good," nodded the man, "New experiences."

The armed man produced a small tube and blew on it. A needle struck Vicky on the left arm.

"HEY!" shouted Vicky, clenching her fists, "What the heck was that?"

"Don't worry ma'am," grinned the unarmed one, "It's a sedative."

"A…what?"

Vicky's world began to blur as her eyelids became heavier.

"Good night, Ms. Delisle," the unarmed man said.

Then, there was nothing.

Danny Fenton.
Day One – 11:50, US Eastern Standard Time.
Manhattan, New York.

Penn Station was a pretty busy place, being a major rail hub in New York City. In fact, it was the busiest in North America.

So nobody noticed two suited blokes carting heavy suitcases, one with an unconscious fourteen year old boy over his shoulders. Those who saw Danny Fenton's unconscious form simply thought he'd fallen asleep on the train, and commented on how cute he looked sleeping.

Penn Station exited onto 31st Street in Midtown Manhattan. The men walked a few hundred yards down this road, until they reached a subway entrance. Walking downstairs, they turned left into what was marked as a janitor's closet.

This 'closet' was actually a short corridor leading to a lift.

The men boarded the lift, a pressed a big button that simply said 'DOWN' in big red letters. The lift doors closed and it shuddered downwards. It opened to reveal another corridor, at the end of which was a giant, but grey and bland, reception foyer.

This was M.E.R.F. headquarters.

The men walked to the desk, where a short, blonde woman greeted them.

"This one's for the Director," they said, bluntly.

"Access granted," nodded the woman, almost robotically.

The wall behind her lifted, revealing yet another flight of stairs. The two men walked briskly down them, into the dark room that was the Director's office.

The Director of M.E.R.F. was a short, stout man, who was bald and had a small, thin moustache. He wore a plain one-piece suit, with polished shoes and a white tie.

"You got Fenton," he noted.

"Yes sir," nodded one of the agents, "He was unconscious on the entire transit from Amity Park to New York."

"Good," nodded the Director, "Leave him with me."

The agents put Danny down on a chair before the Director and left the room, the door clicking behind them.

Danny's eyes began to open.

"Ah, good morning Mister Fenton, I trust you slept well," grinned the Director.

"Wh…where am I?" asked Danny, weakly rubbing his head.

"In a bunker several hundred feet below Midtown Manhattan, Mr. Fenton," replied the Director, bluntly.

"What?" demanded Danny, jolting in his seat.

"Manhattan, New York," explained the Director, his grin widening, "Y'know, the city that never sleeps?"

"New York? I'm on the freaking east coast?" snapped Danny.

"Don't worry, you'll be returned home unharmed," reassured the Director, "For now…I have a job offer for you, Mr. Phantom."

Danny's jaw dropped.

1. Yes, that is a reference to Irregular Webcomic.

Apologies for the footnote, won't happen again.