This is the second of three fanfics, the first of which was Candace and the Kids. Enjoy!
An open-air robotics lab had apparently been set up in the backyard. Pieces of machinery littered the ground and tables, as the group of ten-to-eleven-year-olds examined them, assembled new ones, and looked over blueprints to see if they had missed anything. Finally, the red-haired boy, who appeared to be in charge, gave the blond girl a thumbs-up. She threw a switch, and a cloud of something that definitely wasn't sawdust flew into the air.
"Well, they appear to be working," Phineas announced. The black-haired girl, Isabella, reached out for the psychedelic cloud of shimmering cloud, but the blond, Becky, swatted her hand away.
"Watch it!" she shouted, "This is a new design. For all we know, they could be absorbed into your body via skin contact!" Isabella reddened, and stepped back. "Sorry, I'm just a little uptight about this. Remember last time?"
Candace and Stacy walked past the house, the former scanning for any abnormal activity as they rounded the corner.
"I just know they're up to something!" she exclaimed, "And I'll bust them for—"
"Oh no you won't!" Stacy shot back angrily, "This is double date night. You are not bailing out just to bust your brothers. Umm… Can I run ahead?" Candace shrugged.
Stacy dashed up to the Flynn-Fletcher house, and picked up a project she liked to call her "failsafe." She picked up the fishing rod, and dashed back, letting the line run out a foot or two as she ran. Having reached Candace, she lifted it, revealing the photograph of Jeremy at the other end. Candace's head swung back and forth, tracking the picture. Slinging the pole over her shoulder, Stacy walked away casually, Candace following like a puppy. Sometimes, it was so easy.
Meanwhile, Ferb was manning the remote to turn the cloud of nanomites into increasingly complex shapes. A skeletal T-Rex ran through the air as everyone watched, somewhat engrossed, and somewhat concerned about the issues of lemonade. Finally, Buford Van Stomm couldn't take it anymore. To illustrate, he leapt into the air screaming "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!" Instantly, Becky was all over him, hands firmly over his mouth.
"Shh," she hissed, "the mites are extremely environment sensitive. We can't yell near them, get water near them…" Buford grinned. "Uh oh."
Still grinning, Buford took out a water pistol, aimed it at the Eiffel Tower, and fired. Instants before hit, the nanomites vanished. Phineas groaned.
"Wonderful. Where could they have gone?"
One moment, Stacy was walking along confidently, then her vision had scrambled and she dropped to her knees and dropped the failsafe.
"Stacy! Are you all right?" exclaimed Candace.
"I'm fine," Stacy replied verbally, while, mentally, cursing over her skirt not covering her knees. She picked up the failsafe, managed to stand, and walked on as before.
Jeremy… Jeremy… Jeremy…
She paused and looked at Candace.
Jeremy… Jeremy… Jeremy…
"Candace? Please stop saying that."
"I didn't say anything."
Stacy frowned, and continued.
Jeremy… Jeremy… Jeremy…
Stacy jumped around.
"That is really getting annoying!"
I'm not saying anything!
"I'm not saying anything!"
Stacy groaned. "Now you're repeating yourself!"
What? Why would I be doing that?
"What? Why would I be doing that?"
Stacy's eyes widened at a possibility. She looked at a teenaged boy walking past across the street, concentrated, and knew that his name was Cade, Cade Burroughs, and he was going to check on his sister Becky, who was over at her new friend's place—who must have been Phineas and Ferb, Stacy realized—and it's a pity that Lex couldn't get there yet, and why was that girl across the street staring at him, was his shirt on backwards or something?
Stacy's eyes closely resembled dinner plates right now. She stared at Candace.
"I think I'm reading minds."
In case I didn't mention this in the last one, Cade is Becky's older brother.
