Now, before I even begin this story, I'm going to say that I don't know anything. I don't know what kind of story it will be. I don't know which characters will be involved. I don't know anything. That's because the rest of this story is up to you, the readers. The idea is that each chapter will be typed by a different author, and we'll see where this story takes us. I've written the first chapter here, but the rest of the story is up to the people who decide to write the other chapters.
So, how do you write a chapter? It's simple. All you have to do is review this story, or send me a pm, and then add me as a contact on your DocX file. Then, at the end of each chapter, I will post in bold the name of the author who gets to write the next chapter. If you get to write a chapter, all you need to do is type it up, then send it to me as a DocX file. I'll get it posted as soon as I can.
As for writing the story, I have only two rules.
First, you must keep the story rated T or less. I do not stand and will not publish chapters I have to rate M.
Second, you can't pull that trick: "_ woke up. It was all a dream." or anything of the sort. Keep the story going from the point where it left off.
Now, let's have fun!
"I don't know about you, Ferb, but I think the world is getting weirder every day. Why, just yesterday I saw a man walking a cat!"
Phineas was sitting under the oak tree in his backyard next to Ferb, Buford, Isabella, Baljeet, and Perry.
"This coming from the guy with a platypus for a pet," said Buford sarcastically.
Next to them, Perry chattered.
"Fair enough," conceded Phineas. "In that case, I'll play platypus to Ferb-seven."
The gang were playing Platychess, the ultimate board game featuring a combination of chess, checkers, cards, monopoly, and Skiddley Whiffers, with an old-fashioned homey twist thrown in. After Phineas, it was Isabella's turn.
"Ha!" cried Isabella, noticing that Phineas's move gave her the perfect opportunity. "Watch this!"
She played down a series of five cards - three triangles and two rectangles.
"Full house! Flynns and Fletchers! That means I get to move my longneck past your platypus onto the Shakespeare square, and since Buford goes after me, he has to speak in Shakespearian verse until he rolls Future."
"Alas, this game has rules which sense make not," said Buford dismally, in iambic pentameter. Then, since he went next, he began his turn.
"I now my hand reach into iron pot. The card I pick reads on it beaver tail. But Perry doth not in my sight nor mail."
"Yeah, where is Perry?" Baljeet asked.
Upstairs, Candace was, unsurprisingly, talking on her cell phone.
"Yeah, I like, totally collect tons of things!" she bragged.
"Like what?" asked Stacey's voice from the other end.
"Well, pictures of Jeremy, Jeremy plush dolls, Ducky Momo: Jeremy edition, statues of Jeremy - ooh! I even have one of Jeremy in that Thinker pose! Let me go get it!"
Candace dropped her cell phone and ran off to her closet.
"Let's see here... we have Jeremy Hercules, Jeremy Ducky Momo, Jeremy Ducky Momo collector's edition, Golden Foot Jeremy - sandals commercial exclusive, Jeremy of Liberty, Magic Johnson, Second Grade Jeremy, Third Grade Jeremy, Preschool Jeremy - aww... he was sooo CUTE back then! Maybe even cuter than he is now!"
While Candace was taking eternity sorting through her obsession collection, Perry walked into Stacey's room, hat already on his head.
He walked up to Stacey's computer, and saluted the girl, who silently nodded back. The monotreme then proceeded to open the screen of the computer like a door, and jump through it.
A second later, he resurfaced, looked at Stacey, then gestured to the nearest outlet.
"Oh!" Stacey said, recognizing Perry's problem. She walked over to the socket and plugged the computer in.
Perry saluted her again, and proceeded to fall back down the computer, squeeze through the wiring, and make his way through the socket into the wall, where an elevator to his lair awaited him.
"Good morning, Agent P," said Major Monogram, appearing on the screen the moment Perry sat down in his chair.
"Me and Carl have the afternoon booked, so no time for an elaborate briefing. Stop Doofenshmirtz."
Perry leapt out of his chair, but before he left the room, Major Monogram stopped him again.
"Oh, and, uh, Agent P, my superiors say I need to be more motivational, so, uhh, get out there and break a leg!"
With that, Perry dashed out of the room, headed to the purple building across town.
"Now, Carl," said Monogram, once Perry had left. "You said you found the sequel to that book you read to me when I was sick?"
"Yes, sir," answered a nerdy voice from offscreen.
"Well, let's get started, then."
"All right, sir."
Meanwhile, Candace was still going through her closet, unaware that Stacey had hung up a while ago.
"Jeremy ballerina, Jeremy Miggins, Jeremy plush doll wearing weird second-dimensiony clothes - I don't know where that came from..."
Outside, however, the boys were growing irritated of Isabella's incessant singing. She had rolled infinity while her platypus was on the music square.
"This is the song that never ends...; It just goes on and on, my friends...; Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was; And then they kept on singing it forever just because; This is the song that never ends...; It just goes on and on my friends...;"
Unfortunately, there were no frogs, kangaroos, or wallabies on the board, so Isabella could not be stopped from singing until someone played an Australian Straight, which would allow them to add a kangaroo to the board.
"Five hundred duckbills for a wallaby," said Buford, who had still not rolled future. "And from the straight I one card then shall be."
"Sorry," responded Baljeet. "Go fish."
Buford stuck his hand into the puddle and picked out a frog.
"A frog it is, so draw again I must. In hope my draw shall bear me greater lust."
He picked another card - this time from the barnyard. "Alas, 'tis not a worse possible course."
He revealed the card to be a horse, and said, "a horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!"
He tossed a miniature Buckingham Palace token into the middle of the game board, ending his turn.
For his turn, Ferb just laid down a single card - one that read Bass Strait.
"I believe that is an Australian Strait," he said, reaching for a kangaroo and putting it on the board. He then proceeded to roll a four, and hop over Isabella's platypus.
"And then they kept on singing it forever just because; This is the song that never ends... ... ... ..."
Finally, Isabella stopped singing, drawing a sigh of relief from the crowd.
"Well played, Ferb," said Baljeet, applauding the Brit's strategic move. "But you have made a terrible miscalculation, and fallen right into my trap! Watch, amazed, as show you my straight!"
He immediately laid down a series of five cards with different jewels on them.
"The Crown Jewels! Which means I get Buckingham Palace from Buford, and, since that is the second straight in a row, this turn counts double!"
He rolled the dice, and it showed up as future.
"Ha!" said Buford. "Since your platypus is right next to mine, I don't have to speak in verse anymore."
Baljeet laughed. "Ah, a necessary sacrifice, my friend, considering that you are now twice as many ranks ahead, which means you are in the mud pit! Meanwhile, I get to roll again, under the Ferb-Latin clause."
"Nice move, Baljeet," said Isabella. "Except you landed on Big Ben, which means you owe me five hundred duckbills."
Baljeet's eyes widened. He quickly ran through the calculations again in his head. Then, after they didn't produce a positive result, double-checked them.
Eventually, he sighed. "I have made a grave error," he said, handing Isabella the money.
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
The moment the glockenspiel and accompanying chorus stopped the evil jingle, Perry the Platypus kicked down the door leading to a certain evil pharmacist's apartment and leapt into the green and purple room.
Immediately, the floor opened up beneath him and he fell onto a wheelchair, which instantly strapped him firmly against the leather seat so tightly that he could barely move.
A platform raised the wheelchair back up to ground level, and then the evil pharmacist himself shifted into view, on a wheelchair himself.
"Ahh, Perry the Platypus, what's the matter? Did you break a leg?" he asked.
Only silence answered him, as the scientist cringed at how bad the pun sounded.
"Yeah, that one probably needed a little work," he said sheepishly.
"It sounded better in my head. Anyways, I bet you're wondering why I'm in a wheelchair, Perry the Platypus. It's simple really. I needed to buy a wheelchair for your trap, and the pharmacy had a buy one get one free sale on wheelchairs! So I pretended that both my legs were broken so that I could get a free wheelchair!"
Agent P blinked. He didn't get the scientist's logic. He rarely did.
"Worth it!" Doofenshmirtz gloated, breaking the silence. "So, you're probably still wondering what my evil scheme is. Well, I'll tell you."
He pressed a button on a remote, and the entire scene rippled into the muted colors of Drusselstien one generation ago.
Doofenshmirtz began his narration. "When I was but a little boy in Gimmelshtump, I never had any friends. You probably know that already, though, from the whole Balloony story, but what really made me jealous was that Roger had all the friends. Even the girls my age who thought I was a girl because of my hand-me-up dresses that were considering making me one of their friends were friends with him. And that is something up with which I will not put!"
The scene rippled back into present-day apartment.
"Do you like my new remote, Perry the Platypus?" Doofenshmirtz asked. "It does ripple dissolves. Oh, and also I just realized that you're not supposed to end sentences with prepositions, and now I can stand anyone who does. Also, because of the backstory I just told you, I hate people who are friendly to Roger. So behold, Perry the Platypus, the Preposition-Hate-Inator!"
The platypus beheld.
"Basically I'm going to zap all of Roger's friends with this thing, and then as soon as he ends a sentence with a preposition, they're all going to hate him and be like, 'Oh, that Roger, such a punk. Can you believe that he actually ends sentences with prepositions?' Then I can waltz in with my non-preposition-endy sentences and then they'll all be like 'Wow, look at Heinz, always using proper grammar. He never ends sentences with prepositions!' Then they'll make me mayor and I will rule the Tri-State Area!"
Elsewhere in Danville...
"Ferb! I know what we're going to do today!" screamed Phineas suddenly.
"But I thought we were playing platychess," asked Baljeet.
"He didn't want to lose to a girl," explained Isabella. "And I was winning by a mile!"
"Hey! I was right up there, too!" protested Buford.
"Actually," said Phineas, "that's not at all what I was thinking."
"Of course you weren't," replied Isabella dreamily, intentionally contradicting her previous statement for the cause of love.
"I was thinking that we should build the most biggest, funnest awesomest playground ever!"
"Sounds good to me," said Isabella, laying down her hand and standing up.
"Ha!" yelled Buford. "You stood up! That counts as a forfeit which means I win!"
Isabella whirled around to face Buford. "Excuse me?" she asked indignantly. "Where in the rules does it say that?"
Buford's face turned red. "Uhh... sorry," he said sheepishly, readjusting Isabella's pieces to their original positions, fearful under her laser-like glare.
"So?" Phineas asked. "Are we building a park?"
"Where'd ya get the inspiration for this, Dinner Bell?" Buford asked.
"There is none," explained the redhead.
"Hmm..." Buford mulled over the decision. "I buy that. All right, I'll do it."
Candace looked up from her pile of Jeremy collectibles.
"Uh-oh," she said, with complete certainty. "Phineas and Ferb are about to do something new. Jeremy Thinker, you'll just have to wait."
Now, the question is, what will happen next? Will this be a Phinbella story? Will Perry's secret be revealed? Does Vanessa have a role in this? What about Linda and Lawrence? Will Phineas and Ferb get busted? All these questions and more haven't been answered. They're up to you, the readers, to answer. Just volunteer to write a chapter, and I promise you will. Maybe not the next chapter, but you will get one. Just sign up!
The next chapter will be written by Sabrina06.
