Warn: Typos and/or grammatical errors, a bit ooc may occur, failed Crime/Mystery/Suspense, oc(s), absurd and just plainly confusing.

Disc: I don't own PaF.

Phineas Flynn ran and ran, dodging a few trash cans and turning multiple lefts and rights in the dark alley. He was sweating bullets and took a quick look towards his dark orange pfWatch–a hi-tech and multifunctional watch he and his step-brother, Ferb Fletcher, made a few years ago when they were at their senior year as a middle scholar, for themselves and their close friends as their symbol of childhood friendship and all–'s GPS coördinates.

S-still no sign of him? He thought, planting one hand on one of the molded walls beside him and panted from fatigue.

Looking around him–the scenery was only the dark alley, so he can't see very well–he let out a relieved sigh, but still panting loudly.

H-he still hadn't found me, now I just have to–

"Ora, ora, look at that. I've found myself a little panting naughty topo."

–h-he already found me?

Phineas tensed, now alerted by the not-so familiar voice before. The oranget looked around once more, and beginning to have a small heart attack.

"Up here, signore."

Phineas looked up and saw a hooded figure sitting on the edge of the three-story tall building's roof. A playful smirk was seen on the figure's half face mask–the only thing he could see was the–presumably–man's mouth–and he was laminated by the full moon's moonlight.

"It very unmanly of you to do such a thing like running away like that, signor." The figure said. "Ma, I had fun chasing you nonetheless." The figure chuckled.

The teen didn't like the sound of that. Not one bit.

"He's right, you are a topo interessante after all."

Phineas gritted his teeth, and looked around to see any possible exits that could lead him away from the hooded man.

The figure cocked his head to one side, and the playful smirk was still planted on his face.

"Ora, ora, that's not very nice of you signor." He said, as he jumped from the roof to the narrow spaced alley; landing gracefully on both feet. "I've been looking for you for the past hour, and now you're trying to run away again." He shook his head.

"That's very ungentle-man of you signore."

Phineas–now had regain his stamina a bit–gave the hooded man a grin.

"Well, I am from where I came from, mysterious person;" the oranget replied, "when we meet a gun wielding hooded man, we Americans tend to run away from those dangerous people."

The figure nodded. "Hm; true. Very true, but let's not get any more casualties. You're a busy boy after all, sí?" the smirk curled upwards.

And he knew something really bad is going to happen now.

Before he could even start to run towards the opposite direction of the hooded man; the man pointed his revolver towards his head. Smiling playfully and waving his hands to him.

"Well, addio signor Phineas Flynn-Fletcher~"

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AN: Ahaha, so I decided to rewrite this since I forgot the main idea about this fanfic, and it was odd. So I decided to revamp the whole idea, I don't know if anyone had tried this idea. So, please kindly tell me if anyone did.

I don't know if this should be a one-shot or a prologue. So, the main idea is involving the "Mafia" or "Underworld" theme into "Phineas and Ferb"; since I thought, "Phineas and Ferb are a bunch of prodigies right? They could build the impossible, so the Mafia–somehow–wants them right?" Okay, maybe not so much.

I've written a bunch of new rewrite versions of this, and this is being the third. The first was centered about the mysterious person's prologue before the start. And the second one was centered to Phineas' life/prologue before the start. But I didn't findthem very interesting, so I scrap the first and second–maybe I'll use the first for my KHR fanfic, but I don't know.

So, if anyone has a question. Don't hesitate to ask, okay?

Have a nice day.

Sign, M S.