A meteor falling from the earth's atmosphere/Dr. Luther Paradigm's biggest scheme of all

Here is how Dr. Luter Paradigm makes his evil move in Mighty Pups.

That night on the Beach, Mayor Humdinger is preparing for his rocket launch to the moon to claim his title of "First-Mayor-On-The-Moon" with help from his nephew, Harold Humdinger.

Mayor Humdinger: Ladies and gentlemen, you’re about to witness one small step for mayor but one giant leap for mayor kind! Please hold your applause. I’m about to become the first mayor on the moon. (clears his throat) Still have to work on that.

Wally: (barking with Cap’n Turbot sharing his popcorn)

Mayor Humdinger: And then after that, mayor of outer space, henceforth known as Outer Humdinger!

Harold Humdinger: (laughing) Outer Humdinger was my idea. I'm a genius. Right, Uncle Mayor?

Mayor Humdinger: (sighs) Yes, you are, my spirited nephew.

Harold Humdinger: The calculations are set, Uncle Mayor.

Mayor Humdinger: Excellent, I want to succeed Neil Armstrong and land on that moon.

Cuddly: (to Min) Or be just like him.

Min: (noticing Harold Humdinger with his computers) He sure knows his computers.

Harold Humdinger: All communications are tested and ready.

Cap'n Turbot: Not to be a know-it-all naysayer, but I'm not sure that rickety rocket has the power to push past the pull of our planet's gravity.

Harold Humdinger: Oh, yeah? Well, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know that X minus Z to the third power equals-- (as his computer drops and picks it back up) Ah! Oops.

Suddenly, he launches the rocket up into space without his uncle.

Cap'n Turbot: Color me corrected.

Mayor Humdinger: Harold, to be the first mayor on the moon, shouldn't I be on that rocket?

Harold Humdinger: I'm really sorry, Uncle Mayor. Hey, look. (on the screen) The rocket isn't headed for the moon after all.

Harold Humdinger: It's headed for-- Oh. This isn't going to be good. (saw Mayor Humdinger was not there) Uncle? Where did you go?

Later, Mayor Humdinger was sitting in the sand feeling a bit upset then Peaches arrived in gold dust and saw Mayor Humdinger.

Peaches: Mayor Humdinger?

Mayor Humdinger: Oh, hey, Peaches.

Peaches: Is something bothering you?

Mayor Humdinger: It’s my time to watch over my nephew Harold.

Peaches: Harold?

Mayor Humdinger: Yes. He’s spending the summer with me while his parents are on their anniversary vacation.

Peaches: I see. Well, I heard that you are also trying to go up to space, are you?

Mayor Humdinger: (giggles) Yeah. I was about to enter the rocket ship, but Harold accidentally launched the rocket without me in it.

Peaches: Sometimes dreams can come true. And all the times We can always imagine it. That way we can dream about it as we want. Doesn't that seem to remind you of Thomas’ dream?

Mayor Humdinger: What did he dream about?

Peaches: (brings out her whistle) I’ll tell you the story.

With one blow of a whistle, steam rolls in as “Dream On” begins to play.

Once the story fades back to reality, Mayor Humdinger now understands.

Mayor Humdinger: If Harold keeps this up, he won’t dream of not like Thomas.

Peaches: Exactly. Well, What I’m trying to say is, even for grown ups the real adventures in life starts with a dream.

Mayor Humdinger: A dream? How?

Peaches: Well, you can start by wishing upon a star.

Mayor Humdinger: You might be right, Peaches, but where?

Peaches: That star is up there right now. (points to a glowing star) Go on, Mayor Humdinger.

Mayor Humdinger: Okay. (looking at the star) Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I wish... I wish I could have an amazing adventure with good friends I could always rely on.

Peaches: (smiled as she looked up and saw a big meteor that got hit by the rocket ship) Whoa!

Mayor Humdinger: What is it? (looked up in the sky) Whoa! Is that a meteor?!

Peaches: Yeah. But what is doing here?

Mayor Humdinger: I don’t know. Come on, let’s go tell Ryder and Blythe!

Peaches: Well? Come on!

With no time to lose, they took off through the gold dust.

Elsewhere, Jake, Everest and Parker set up their telescope to stargaze, having chanced upon a perfect opportunity.

Jake: Beautiful night for stargazing, Everest.

Everest: Come on, Parker, we don’t want to miss out.

Parker Waddleton: Coming, Everest! (humming to “Everyone Is Special“) Everest, do you know why Noah loved that song?

Everest: Why’s that, Parker?

Parker Waddleton: It’s because his friend Barney the Dinosaur taught him how special anyone can be. In his or her own way.

Everest: You’re right.

Jake: (noticed the meteor) Whoa. What's weird and twinkly and headed right toward Adventure Bay?

Everest: Looks like it's a rock from space.

Parker Waddleton: I believe that’s called a space rock, it’s a meteor.

Everest: Oh, no! You think it will hit and we’ll be gone like the dinosaurs?

Parker Waddleton: I don’t know but we'd better warn Ryder and Blythe about that meteor.

At the far off distance, Dr. Luther Paradigm alias Iguanazoid comes up with a big scheme when witnessing the meteor.

Liquidator: Presenting yours truly, Tighten!

Tighten: Whoa! Nice digs you got there, Doc.

Dr. Luther Paradigm: Welcome, Tighten to my humble abode.

Bad Rap: We’ve busted the Fearsome Five out of prison for their alliance as we agreed, Iguanazoid.

Dr. Luther Paradigm: Excellent, Bad Rap. Make sure you keep your end of the bargain to provide me your raptor DNA.

Spittor: We won’t forget it, Dr. Paradigm.

Slobster: How do we know we can trust them?

Slash: The Raptors got us arrested by the Street Sharks and the Extreme Dinosaurs.

Killamari: At least we got out of jail, thanks to them.

Negaduck: We’re just here to get rid of Darkwing Duck and his Justice Ducks, especially that little yellow twerp, Noah Sparkle.

Repteel: Who’s he?

Megavolt: He’s a little yellow pup with a horn of a unicorn and wings like a pegasus, he even has this little collar called the Omnitrix.

Dr. Luther Paradigm: Interesting, Megavolt.

Bushroot: So, Dr. Paradigm, what’s the plan?

Dr. Luther Paradigm: Simple, we get our hands on this meteor and figure out its powersource and we’ll use it to conquer the universe and turn that little yellow pup into a piranha minion.

Shrimp Louie: I don’t know it's gonna work, we failed too many times. And that pup turns into all kinds of aliens, and if we turn him into a piranha hybrid minion, he’ll turn back into a pup.

Dr. Luther Paradigm: Hmmm… I see. Well then, we’ll have to mind control him by force.

Negaduck: Then we can get our revenge on that pup who had us brought back to St. Canard Prison.

Quackerjack: (imitating Mr. Banana Brain) Then what’re we waiting for? (normally) It’s playtime!

Haxx: We’ll be ready for your plan, Dr. Paradigm.

Dr. Luther Paradigm: Excellent. We’re coming for you, Noah. (chuckles evilly but coughed) Alright, I’m better.

With that, they set off to ensure they’ll work their scheme for revenge on not only their enemies, but on Noah as well.