We never thought of findin‘ a place where we belong. Don’t have to stand alone, we’ll never let you fall. Don’t need permission to decide what you believe. You gotta learn something when we meet you after school. I said jump, down on Jump Street. I said jump, down on Jump Street. Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall. You’ll find you’ll need us cause there’s no one else to call. When it was hopeless a decision is what you need. You’d better be ready cause‘ your runnin‘ outta time. Say jump, 21 Jump, Street.

There’s a holdout in the Bronx, Brooklyn’s broken out in fights. There’s a traffic jam in Harlem that’s backed up to Jackson Heights. There’s a Scout troop short a child, Khrushchev’s due at Idelwyld… Car 54, where are you?

The year is 1987 and NASA launches the last of America’s deep space probes. In a freak mishap, Ranger 3 and its pilot Captain William ‚Buck‘ Rogers are blown out of their trajectory into an orbit which freezes his life support system and returns Buck Rogers to Earth five hundred years later.