A/N: Hello!... Hello! J Myron Greenleaf here! And I AM SO HAPPY! MY BIRTHDAY WAS YESTERDAY! Now enough about me Let s talk about... well... this... story... Stinkfly3 and I agreed like a month or so ago that we would wait until Thanksgiving is over before posting another holiday fanfic... So, we are gonna do a Christmas fanfic... So, join us as we watch A 2nd Dimension Christmas Story.

There are two wondrous weeks for our winter vacation,
Before New Years and School comes to end it!
So the holiday challenge for kids of all nations,
Is finding a good way to spend it...

Phineas looked out over the town of Danville as it got ready for the holidays. "Ah Christmas... Oh how I morn them so..."

Like maybe...

Turning the town into a gigantical war zone,
And sliding down a ski jump tower!
Building a snowman the size of Colossus,
Or giving your family a present!

(Fa, la, la)

Staging a snowball fight,
With giant catapults,
And snow angels that really fly!
Rocking out with some friends,
Wrapping several presents,
Or maybe going on patrol at NIGHT!

Phineas sighed sadly. "Well, I guess not everything can be fun..."

As you can see, there's a whole lot of stuff to do, before Doof can rise again!
So stick with us 'cause Phineas and Ferb are making some Christmas Cheer!

Phineas walked into the HQ of the old Resistance. He missed the good old days, when he was playing Doofopoly, being quiet, and playing with his stepbrother while silently admiring the Normbots. But that changed when he met himself from another dimension. He introduced them to The Resistance, where he and Ferb more or less enlisted themselves to fighting against Doofenshmirtz and the feared Normbot army that they were always taught to admire and to stay out of the way of.

But those days were gone. The new transitional government had held its first free election and a new mayor had taken office, while his older sister stepped down from power.

Sure, it was a good thing, but what was the use of being in an organization that wasn't functional anymore? No one knew, and when the issue was brought up at the latest meeting, representatives from the new mayor asked that they should disband the organization. They just weren't needed anymore. They agreed that after the holidays, everyone in The Resistance would disband and pursue their own interests in civilian life.

Ah, the holidays, the one thing that Phineas looked forward to.

The 11-year-old boy stopped and closed his eyes. He sniffed the air in the old base. Phineas was taken aback by what he smelled. He was expecting to smell old dust, the smell of disuse, the smell of mold, and other things that signaled the end of The Resistance.

What he actually smelled were cookies baking in an oven, sweet treats of candy, and sugar laying on the kitchen table. A clean base if you would. It was only in the entrance way of the HQ that wasn't cleaned. And that was only so that any inspector that came by would see the dust, cobwebs, and other things and believe that The Resistance had really closed down their doors.

Phineas walked down the hallway and into the kitchen where the smell was strongest. It consisted of chocolate, vanilla, baked cookies, cake, and other treats for Christmas, Hanukah, and any other holiday that was part of a religion around this time.

He opened his eyes to see his stepbrother, Ferb, his stepbrother's girlfriend, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, his own girlfriend, Vanessa Wilson, his older sister, Candace Flynn, and almost all of The Firestorm Girls. Phineas later learned the Jeremy, Candace's so-called boyfriend, was running late, and would show up later for the beginning of the celebrations.

"Hey guys," Phineas said slowly, as he walked in and pulled up a chair. "What's up?"

"Oh not much," Vanessa said from the oven. "I'm just baking food for lunch and everyone else is just talking about what they should do once we are disbanded."

"Speaking of which, what do you expect yourself to do once you leave?" Isabella asked him. "Ferb and I already agreed to work with the music industry and become a two-person group."

"I don't know," Phineas admitted. "I'm thinking that I might go into some invention or construction company. You know, once I'm old enough."

"Speaking of which, what do we do? Just go to school and act like normal kids?" Adyson, one of The Firestorm Girls, asked. "I mean, we aren't exactly normal. We took a stand when nobody else would."

"She's right," Phineas said. "And it isn't exactly like Ferb and I can do that. If Candace can even remember, our parents are dead." Phineas choked on that last word.

"Oh Phineas," Candace said sympathetically. "Why did you have to bring that subject up again? We all know that you don't like talking about it. Heck, none of us like talking about it, so we try and avoid the subject, and we thought you were as well."

"But you still don't care about them Candace," Phineas cried out. "Even though you apologized during the victory party."

"But that's not true Phineas," Candace said gently.

"You don't care, you never did...and you never will," Phineas hollered as he ran out of the room, knocking the chair he was sitting in over.

Meanwhile, the room had fallen silent and just stared at the hallway where Phineas had disappeared into.

Even Vanessa was a little shocked and nearly forgot about her cookies that were about to burn. "Darn it!" she exclaimed as she went back to her cooking while everyone else just gave her weird looks, but didn't comment. They were all were thinking hard.