The Incredible Danny Phantom

Golden Age

The sun was beginning to set over the city of Amity Park. A powerfully built, handsome blond bachelor wearing a tuxedo maneuvered his sporty little car through the city streets, listening to the radio. He was on his way to an important appointment when suddenly-

"We interrupt for an important bulletin!" The man listened for details. A high-speed car chase between police and gunmen was in-progress on San Pablo Boulevard.

Without hesitation, the man punched a button on the dash. The radio immediately converted into an electronic aerial map. The map's sophisticated radar system locked on two red dots speeding through the city. "Yeah, I've got time," the man decided, glancing at his watch. He could still make his appointment.

He hit another button marked AUTODRIVE, and the car began to drive itself. Then he typed MERGE PURSUIT into the controls. The auto drive immediately began to plot a course to intercept the trouble.

Next, the seat backs of the car snapped down flat. Two steel bands suddenly wrapped around the man's waist and slid over his body in opposing directions, removing his clothes to reveal a slick Super suit underneath. He wore a dark mask over his eyes.

The seat backs returned to an upright position. The man in the driver's seat was none other than Mr. Incredible. And he was ready for action!

Mr. Incredible smiled as his vehicle converted into the sleek futuristic Incredibile. He hit the turbo button, the afterburners flamed, and the car rocketed down the street.

Then something caught his eye.

A sweet gray-haired woman was frantically waving at him and pointing at a tree. Mr. Incredible hit the brakes, reverse retro-thrusters fired, and the Incredibile stopped on a dime. A darkly tinted window slid down. "What is it, ma'am?"

"My cat, Squeaker, won't come down," she cried.

Mr. Incredible glanced up at the wild-eyed Squeaker, who was stubbornly gripping the tree, then at the screen on the dash of the Incredibile. Red dots from the car chase headed their way. A blazing car-to-car gun battle would rip down this street within moments.

"I suggested you stand clear. There could be trouble." He said to the cat's owner.

Suddenly, in the distance, screeching tires are heard. The headlights of the cars were moving toward them fast. In one sweeping motion, Mr. Incredible tore the enormous tree out of the ground and gently shook Squeaker into his owner's arms. Then he slammed the tree onto the hood of the oncoming car, stopping the criminals in their tracks.

As he carefully replanted the tree, Mr. Incredible accepted the usual thanks from the police. "Just here to help," he said. He gave each of them a nod. "Officers, ma'am . . . Squeaker." He was about to leave the scene when the radio blared, "Tour bus robbery in the vicinity of Howard and Chase streets."

Mr. Incredible looked at his watch again. I've still got time. He thought, deciding to take the call. He jumped into the Incredibile, hit the afterburners, and peeled out.

. . .

The bus robber hid on a rooftop, rooting through a stolen purse. The crook never saw Mr. Incredible's shadow looming over him.

"You can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her purse. But maybe that's not what you had in mind," Mr. Incredible said. The crook pulled a gun and backed away from the formidable hero. Whack! A punch seemed to come from nowhere, dropping the thief.