Alternate dimensions give us all the 'What If?' questions a resolution. They show us potential and regret, wrong and right choices, some leading to an evil scientist taking over, or a friendly triangular kid, gone bad.
Phineas slammed his fist into the alarm clock, "Mum! Where's my breakfast? I need it now!"
"C-c-coming, sweetheart!" Linda dreaded every step closer to Phineas; she had never told him but she was both scared and infuriated with her son. She didn't dare question him, nor did she like him. "H-here you go."
"Ehh…sorry; you're too late." Phineas grabbed Linda's hair and pulled it, hard, forcing her to scream. She ran out of the room crying. Ferb lay in his bed, quietly observing and sobbing. He and Linda hated their lives.
Phineas woke up and shut off his alarm clock. "Good morning Ferb! Good morning mum!"
Ferb simply gave Phineas a thumbs up. The two hopped out of bed and raced downstairs. Phineas took the stairs, while Ferb took the banister. Ferb flew off the banister, while Phineas ran as fast as he could. They landed in the kitchen chairs simultaneously.
Their mother turned around and chuckled at their antics. "Good morning Phineas! Good morning Ferb! I made you two pancakes!" Linda smiled at her two boys.
"Aww, thanks Mum." As Phineas finished complimenting the breakfast, Ferb once again gave thumbs up; life couldn't be better.
Phineas woke up to see his cyborg platypus laying along his legs, snoring. He smiled and moved him aside; the dark days of Doofenshmirtz ruling were no more. He looked over at Ferb; he was grinning.
"Good morning boys! Breakfast is on the table." Linda quickly walked away from the boys bedroom to finish housework. Phineas cracked a smile; their lives were back on track.
Three different dimensions, three different families, all will meet soon…