SUMMARY: Phineas felt that everyone seemed a little down, so he tried to rectify the situation. He manages to do so, but not without unforeseen repercussions. With the gang now 'cursed' with superpowers and altered DNA, Phineas tries, even now, to correct the situation while also trying to protect Danville from a new, and dangerous, evil…
PAIRINGS: Phineas/Isabella, Ferb/Vanessa, possible references to Candace/Jeremy
RATING: T
DISCLAIMER: IF I OWNED 'Phineas and Ferb', THIS, OR SOMETHING LIKE IT, WOULD HAVE BEEN AN EPISODE.
A/N: I need plot-bunny repellant. I seriously do. On the upside, this is one of the stories I know I can actually follow through on without getting too severe of Writer's Block, because I had the common sense to plan it out. And the name obviously comes from the episode "Out of Toon". It'll make more sense later on.
AGE GUIDE:
Phineas-14
Ferb-15
Isabella-15
Candace-18
Baljeet-15
Buford-16
Vanessa-19
Perry-8
Dr. Doofenshmirtz (Dr. D, Doof)-46
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"Phineas, are you sure this is safe?" Isabella asked nervously, eyeing the brewing thunderstorm with caution.
"Relax, Isa," Phineas said with a grin, although that probably didn't say as much as it would on another person, because Phineas was always smiling. Even when his life was in danger, he would still be sporting a megawatt (and sometimes manic) grin. "I have everything under control. Besides, it's just a thunderstorm. What's the worst that could happen?"
At that, even Buford, who was normally the second-to-last in the group to admit something was dangerous (nobody was as reckless as the inventor and tinkerer himself), had an urge to abandon this latest project, dragging the redhead along if he didn't want to come willingly.
Ferb just narrowed his eyes at his brother, warning Phineas with a look that said, seeing as their inventions and plans had developed a streak of occasionally backfiring in their faces over the latest few months (Ferb had a feeling it was caused by Phineas' larger role, and Dr. D's hand for the first time, in the actual construction nowadays), the youngest of the dynamic inventing trio (They weren't a duo anymore because of Dr. D, although he didn't always participate in the day's project) should stop jinxing them by saying nothing was going to happen.
Phineas just shrugged of his brother's concern, hopping up on one of the stools still scattered around the penthouse apartment from when he had been forced to fall back on teaming up with Dr. D (although Phineas really didn't mind too much; after convincing the man that he didn't need to be evil, that is) when Ferb spent a month in England with his grandparents (and even Phineas had to admit that it was just a bit weird that he was good friends with his brother's girlfriend's father, especially when Dr. D also happened to be his pet's frenemy-nemesis). Quickly screwing the small metal plate over the open section on the machine, he leapt back down with the ever-present grin.
The others just eyed the device with curiosity. Since it was a "Phineas Special" (as they had taken to referring the inventions that only Phineas would know what they were supposed to do), a few of them (Buford, Baljeet, and Vanessa) expected it to explode without any warning, while the rest of them (Ferb, Isabella, Dr. D, and Perry, whose secret identity had been, not thrown, but gleefully manipulated into suicide-jumping out the window by Phineas a little less than three years ago) were a bit more optimistic. After all, it had been six weeks since the last of his "Specials" had gone up in smoke (and a strange glow-pulsing neon pink goo that nobody had wanted to go anywhere near, with the exception of Phineas, who had cheerfully poked the gunk with a stick before declaring that it was some kind of pudding/super glue/jello/play dough/rubber hybrid substance before Ferb had called Toxic Waste to dispose of it), so there was a 50/50 chance this would actually work. And considering Phineas' track record, those were good odds.
After about five minutes of waiting, everyone started to get a little bored, though. "Um, Phineas, dontcha think maybe you had better activate it?" Isabella asked, although part (and it was steadily growing in size) of her mind was telling to run away screaming because of the maniacal grin her boyfriend (at last!) had.
The next second, a lightning bolt struck the antennae at the top of the machine, the electricity causing it to spin like a mad top before the entire thing exploded, covering everyone in bright orange goo. Bright orange glowing goo.
They all would have assumed that something had merely gone wrong if it wasn't for Phineas bursting into delighted peals of laughter. "Yes! It worked!"
That quickly had everyone with the sole exception of Ferb (mostly because Ferb didn't glare at anyone unless he was truly and properly livid) glaring at Phineas as they tried to get the goo off, with little success.
"You made a machine that was specifically built just to explode and cover everyone in glowing…stuff?" Ferb asked, a hidden spark of emotion just barely visible in his dark brown eyes.
"Yeah! Pretty cool, huh?"
Ferb just stared impassively at his younger brother before striking Phineas squarely in the dead center of his face with a snowball-sized handful of the goo, causing the youngest member of their mixed-and-matched (not that they would have it any other way) group to squawk in surprise as the unexpected attack caused him to lose his balance and fall over, barely managing to close his eyes in time to keep the slop from getting in them.
With cries of vengeance, soon everyone was involved in an all-out, free-for-all goo war. Ferb knew it was only because the older German man had gotten so used to them (and their antics) that Dr. D permitted this to occur in his apartment (the boys' QuickCleanBot-5000 probably helped in their favor, though, and Phineas' offer of friendship definitely aided), and everyone could see the triumphant smirk when Baljeet nailed Buford in the back of the head with a goo-ball.
Ferb ducked behind the overturned coffee table, receiving a grin from Phineas as the two brothers shared the shelter from the slew of goo-balls being aimed their (Phineas', really) way. "So, do you think my plan to force everyone to lighten up and just have a good time was a success?"
Ferb just stared at his best friend and partner-in-crime, trying to wrap his mind around the idea that Phineas' real motivation had been something so… Well, Phineas, but not the Phineas he was now (because present-Phineas could be a right terror when he wanted), rather, the Phineas he had been those first two summers (who was, relatively, much calmer and far more benevolent). "You set this up."
Phineas just smiled widely and nodded, rolling over in the little room he had as he prepared to run to a different hiding spot. Ferb, noticing this, grabbed Phineas by the collar and pulled the younger teen back into a crouching position. "You really are unbelievable, you know that, right?"
"If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I could retire tomorrow and live out the rest of my days in a fancy chalet somewhere in Bulgaria," Phineas said with a chuckle. "In fact, if I had a penny for every time I heard that, I could do the same. Might have to work a little bit in my forties to stay in the highest level of comfort, though…"
Ferb just scooped up a handful of the goo and squashed it into Phineas' hair (because, honestly, Phineas was far too obsessed with Bulgaria), causing the two to quickly become entangled in a wrestling match across the floor of Doofenshmirtz's apartment, Phineas somehow getting more of the goo on him than Ferb, but that could have been because Ferb was the stronger of the two, so Phineas was often the one who was pinned down as the tussled.
The brothers probably would have kept up like that for quite some time had Perry not scooped up some of the goo with his tail and splattered both of them with it. Of course, this did mean bad news for Perry when the two exchanged a glance and went after him instead.
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"Ok, that was a little messier than I thought it would be, but totally worth it for the fun we had," Phineas said, peeling off his now completely orange, glowing, and sticky shirt and tossing into the hamper/turbo-washer-dryer before heading into the bathroom to take a shower in order to wash off the goo that he was quite literally covered in. "And did you guys have to get so much of the stuff in my hair?"
Ferb just glanced at Perry, both of them cleaned off using a sonic shower prototype. Unfortunately for Phineas, the prototype hadn't had enough juice to get the goo off of him. Which is why he was forced to take a shower while Ferb and Perry sat in their shared bedroom and played chess.
If Phineas had possessed the patience to play chess, he would have hated them both at that moment. However, he did not have the patience for any type of sit-down-quietly-stay-seated-and-do-not-talk-unnecessarily game, so he could only be a little miffed at his brother and pet. Still, how many times could they play a silly game of chess?
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"So, who did you twerps terrorize today?" Candace asked, leaning against the doorframe as she watched Phineas draw up another blueprint while Perry and Ferb finished their second game of chess. None of them were worried about their parents walking in, mostly because Linda and Lawrence were going to be gone for about a month on a vacation. Hence the reason Candace was back in the house after she had 'moved out' a year ago for college. Luckily, her summer break had already started, so she was able to watch the boys.
"I didn't terrorize anyone," Phineas protested. "However, everyone else seemed to think it would be a good idea to completely paste me in that godforsaken goo. Had I know how much of a pain in the butt it would be to get off, and how much of it you were going to get in my hair, I never would have invented the stuff."
"Goo?"
"Bulgaria-boy over there created a machine that exploded into a pile of glowing orange goo after it was struck by lightning, which he also planned, by the way," Ferb explained.
Perry, assisted by a translator that Phineas and Dr. D had co-created (Perry did realize that his nemesis knew where he lived, but the worst Doof would do was ding-dong-ditch, and since he was friends with Phineas, Perry doubted he would even do that), took over the explanation for Ferb. "It started a goo version of a snowball war. Phineas was, unsurprisingly, everyone's favorite target."
Candace just stared at the trio for a moment before a faint grin appeared on her face. "Well, normally, I would never condone these types of things, but since its Phineas…"
"HEY!"
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"Grkrkrkrkrkrkr," Perry chattered (he never wore the translator to bed), waking up Ferb. Which, in itself, was odd. Phineas normally woke up first, so why…
Ferb glanced over at Phineas' boat-bed, and couldn't help but gasp at what he saw. Phineas wasn't in bed, oh no. But he was still asleep… "Phineas!" the British-born boy hissed, instantly waking Phineas, who had never been the heaviest of sleepers.
"Oh, good morning, Fer-Did my bed get taller overnight?" Phineas wondered out loud before he, too, realized what was going on. "What?"
Phineas was floating in the air two feet above his bed.
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E/N: Ok, can I at least get some nail clippers for my plot-bunny's claws? Please?
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