Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb or any of its characters. I only own Kevin and the events of this story. The characters from Phineas and Ferb belong to Disney and the exceptional minds of Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh.
Author's Note: Sorry, but I'm late, once again. I was going to have this up on Christmas Eve, but I didn't have time to post it. This story is a parody of Charles Dickens' 'A Christmas Carol', with Kevin playing the role of Ebenezer Scrooge and Dr. Doofenshmirtz as Jacob Marley. The Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future are a secret though. You'll have to keep reading to find out who they are! I've recently read 'But I Really Don't Hate Christmas' by Secret Agent G, so I would like to 1) Suggest you read it too, because it is awesome! And 2) Apologize if this seems too similar to it. I tried to make it as original as possible, but I couldn't help myself. I changed all the characters but one (who I will not name, due to spoilers for both stories). This story's gonna be split into three to four 'acts'. Don't as me why, but I just think 'chapters' are over done. So, happy reading, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!
Kevin's Christmas Carol
Act One
Heinz was dead: to begin with. Or, at least, that's what Kevin thought after seeing his latest –Inator, the Phantom-Inator, explode. It left no trace of the self-proclaimed evil scientist, and Kevin decided, as Doofenshmirtz's second-in-command, to continue Heinz's evil legacy. The day of the explosion was yesterday, the day before Christmas Eve, and Kevin began drawing up plans for his first –Inator that night. Today, the twenty-fourth, Kevin moved into Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated, and is currently sitting at his desk, struggling to come up with an idea for his first act of evil. He glances at the clock, and gasps when he sees the time. "Four o'clock?" He says, shocked, "I need to get to the store before it closes!" And with that, he dashes out the door, grabbing his coat on the way.
Hmmm, let's see… I can skip the part about his underpaid, overworked assistant, because he doesn't have one, and just continue to when he gets home.
Kevin approaches his door, but stops when he notices something strange; In In place of the doorbell is a brass doorknocker. There, carved into the brown-colored metal, is Heinz's face, a scowl across his lips. The keys fall from Kevin's hand, quietly clinging when they hit the carpeted floor. The sound breaks him out of his trance, and he bends over to retrieve the keys. Upon standing back up, he notices that the doorknocker is gone, and the doorbell in its rightful place. He blinks and rubs his eyes, shrugging it off as he begins to unlock the door.
A/N: Pretty short, I know, but I had to post some of it! Anyway, happy holidays!