Among the little amount of people burning their midnight oil, Timothy North, the once Fearless Ferret, was one of these wakeful people. As he sits by his armchair, with his left index finger and thumb grabbing onto the handle of an antique china cup containing hot chocolate and between the other thumb and index, the saucer the cup was placed on has its side firmly attached within the two fingers. As he enjoys the warmth of the fireplace and the lovely classical music playing from an old radio sitting atop a side table that seems to be bought decades ago, the instrumental rhythem is interrupted by a bulletin abruptly appearing, surprising the conducting Timothy.
"This just in, a man in an alligator suit was seen outside a power plant by one of the security officers and is now assumed to be in the building," a broadcaster announces over the radio just an hour before sunrise, sending this piece of information to the night owls who have yet to put on their pajamas and nightdresses in the midst of the night.
After his last fictitious encounter with the Massacre Alligator, North knew about the capabilities of his once, arch nemesis. He knew about the genius of the scaled villain... in an animal suit, and the ability to transverse nuclear waste to energy he could consume to send a chill of adrenaline through the human body inside the leathery piece of skin. Despite being an old bumbling fool in the past, he is conscious enough to know that he does not have the strength nor power to stop one of his greatest enemies of all; he will have to call in reinforcements, and he knows just the right man for the job.
Setting the fragile saucer on a coffee table in front of his diagonally aligned chair, North puts out the flame in the fireplace using the remains of his beverage, before placing the china atop the saucer. Timothy grabs his fur coat off a yew hanger, put it on his body without putting his arms through the sleeves, he rushes into his study. Upon entering a few seconds later, he approaches a statue depicting a masked head of a ferret sitting on a display table. Tim lifts up the head to reveal a red button with a yellow halo-like shape surrounding the pusher. He removes his palm from the hollow cover in the guise of a head and presses down against the dial, causing the occupied bookshelf behind him to shift itself towards the right, revealing the two metal bars aligning down the funnel that leads to the gloomy underground lair the story began with. He slides down one of the dusted bars, still having the physique to perform a simple stunt as that. When he reaches the ground below, he quickly walk towards the computer panel and punches in a few buttons, despite the absence of even the tiniest amount of glow.
In another part of Middleton, sleeping among the sleepless denizens is a young boy clutching onto his blanket like a miner hugging his gold bars while saliva washes down his lips like a slow stream of river. Within the peaceful household, a beam of glittery moonlight shines through the dense amount of crashing waters and through a window above the bedroom his bed was placed in, revealing a pink rodent that has resided on the middle portion of the cloth that the boy so preciously holds onto, until a beeping noise wakes the furless critter up, causing its heavy lids to be forced open, as its tiny claws rubs across them. With a yawn that reveals its two large front teeth dwarfing its mouth, the rodent known to the boy, his female couple and many other hair homo sapiens as Rufus, catches up with its surroundings while its owner, known to geniuses, super heroines and geeks of the like as Ron Stoppable, continues to snore loudly with no knowledge of his buzzing gizmo beneath the cabinet to the right of his head. The naked mole rat scrambled across the cottoned blanket and leaps onto the wooden platform. It places its stubby yet useful arms on the upper drawer and tries to force it opened in order to reach the mechanism that is making all the noise.
The commotion finally awakes the slumbering goof. "Huh, wha, what?!" he exclaims, thrashing his arms in the air due to his assumption that he is being attack by alien kung fu monkeys. Obviously, the boy is still trying to get over his phobia of that specific family of primates. Literally a second later, he turns his head and his baggy eyes towards Rufus, who was pointing its chalky claw towards the drawer urgently, as the two consecutive nails that forms its claw moves in a linear direction of back and forth towards the purple cabinet. "Rufus? You know I hate charades. Though I can't figure why I like crosswords then."
Rufus smacks his hairless face with its other claw in distress. It tries to send its message to his owner again by stomping atop the cabinet and pointing towards the drawer.
"Okay, wait, stomping... freaking out... it's grandma Anna!"
Rufus gives up. It tries to force open the drawer by itself with both sets of its claws; it recognizes the repeating tune coming from the drawer as it comes out of the gadget of Ron's girlfriend repeatedly and oftenly.
"Huh?" Ron inquires in the act of finally realizing that a noise not too noticeable by the slow is voluming beneath the wooden shells of his cabinet. He reached for the handle of the drawer and tugged on it, revealing a vibrating Kimmunicator, a blue communicating device made by a ten year old super genius, among the useless garbage Ron keeps in his drawer.
"Yo, whazzap Wade?" he asks, assuming the caller to be the inventor of the device, Wade Load, among other hundreds of gadgets and gizmo he had invented.
However, breathing in some fresh air through his yawn, Ron regains enough consciousness to realize that a wrinkled old man with much hair for a man his age is on the screen of the mechanism, instead of the black, young boy with the fuzzy hair. The elderly seems to be displaying an expression of urgency.
"What in the world?! Mr North?! How did you reach my communicator?!" he exclaims, widening his once oppressive lids.
"There is little time for explanation, Ferret," explained the man in the brown furred jacket. "Get to my lair now and I'll explain the rest later!"
After Timothy's brief and uninformative message, the screen blackens. Though North's intentions are not clear, Ron thinks that he is needed once again as his alter ego, the Fearless Ferret. He pulls out a yellow tee from the closet facing the end of his bed and puts on a pair of violet shorts and white slippers. He remember to bring his umbrella filled with pictures of duckies along, as needles of rain and flashes of lighting behind a window above his bed tells him that a thunderstorm is occurring outside. He stuffs Rufus inside one of the pockets of his pants, then sneaks out of his bedroom, tip-toe down the stack of stairs without having to past his parents place of sleep due to it being located between his room and the stairs.
He continues his silent movement through the living room and moves on to kitchen, where his back-door is located. With hopes of preventing his parents from being waken, he turns the knob of the door and heads into the pouring weather. Ron runs towards his yard, with no worries of his parents hearing his splashing footsteps in the crashing storm. He hops on the moped he parks by his red mailbox, starts the engine and drives his way to Timothy's mansion, where he once had to perform social services that involves bring "sunshine" to the life of the past superhero, despite Ron not knowing he was one back then.
Meanwhile, the alarm set off by the bumbling guard from before spreads through the households surrounding the power plant, awaking a few citizens up who alerts the Police about "the loud noise coming from the nuclear waste-dump."
Inside the "dump," Massacre Alligator is enjoying himself as he fills his mouth, through the mouth of the animal suit, with tankards of green, slimy radio-active waste which he feeds on to gain that sensation that runs through his body like the effects of ecstasy on a human being, other than the deadly effects of it.
Ron's scooter slowly rides its way towards North's mansion. He could not possibly borrow Kim's ride in the peak of the morning. After transversing the empty road for fifteen minutes or so, though he could have arrived earlier by running, he parks his ride by the road before approaching the unchanged mansion; unchanged since his last arrival. Once again, he make his way to shelter from the rain as fast as he could. He got under the porch of the mansion and knocks on the wooden filthied door, and turns his back against it to retract his colorful umbrella.
Behind the unsuspecting teenage male, the creaky, heavy door swings wide open. A pitch of darkness covers the contents behind the opening, till a flash of lighting reveals the silhouette of a humanoid. The sudden change of temperature send chills down the back of Stoppable. He lays his unbrella down on the wooden panels of the flooring and gradually rotates his body towards the empty vortex. As he try to work out the faint image aligning the opening that was once covered by a door, another flash of lighting shows North staring at Ron in the expressive of grimness and stringency. Ron lets out a yell, sending a surprised North tumbling backwards into his room, nearly crashing his ancient skeleton structure into millions of pieces, if Ron were not to have grab his arm in time.
When he gets back to his feet, he questions, "Why did you yell like that?"
Ron gives an embarrassed smile, his cheeks as red as the autumn leaves. "He he, sorry, Mr North, I thought you were some spectral phantom or something."
"Never mind," replies the confused old fogey. He turns around and leads the young sidekick into his household. "Come in quickly, time is of our essence."
"Wow, have you been watching the classics, Mr North?"