Beauty and the Beast

As promised! New Ferbella story! Multi-chapter too. :)

Unlike some of the Beauty and the Beast fanfictions in other fandoms, this is not word-for-word from the Disney movie script. It is only loosely based off of the movie/fairytale, so there might be some twists you find a little surprising (nothing to radical, I promise).

Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb or Beauty and the Beast.

"Sir Francis, Sir Peregrin. What news to you bring?" King Lawrence of Fletcher inquired of his Constable and Grand Master of the Knights.

It is dreadful, I'm afraid Sire," Sir Francis Monogram replied. "Sir P. –er, Sir Peregrin. Please tell His Majesty your report."

Sir Peregrin stepped forward and bowed. "Magesty. It is Lord Doofinshmirtz—."

King Lawrence leaned forward, his face clouded with concern. "What do you know of his current plans? How should we defend against him?"

"You caaan't" a voice sang, seemingly coming from nowhere. Suddenly a burst of black smoke filled the throne room, immobilizing everyone inside. As the smoke cleared, a figure was standing between the King and the two military men. Next to him was a large object covered with a sheet. "You guys like that?" the man asked. "I thought it was good. More dramatic."

"Lord Doofinshmirtz!" the King exclaimed, his lips being the only thing he could move. "Release us at once!"

Doofimshmirtz raised a hand to his chin. "Hmm, no. You see, you're trapped. You can't do a thing about what I'm going to do." He grinned happily.

"And just what are you going to do?" Sir Francis asked.

"Behold!" Doofinshmirtz announced. ("pause for dramatic affect") He tore the sheet away, revealing, "The Change-inator!"

Gasps came from around the room at the sight of the very unusual object—similar looking to a miniature trebuchet, but more advanced and very complicated looking.

"You see, with this I can change all of you into unimportant objects or animals. Then, with you out of the way, I will finally take over your kingdom! Muahahah!" Doofinshmirtz threw his hands up into the air, laughing manically. Suddenly, Sir Peregrin launched himself a the evil lord, cutting his laugh off with an "oof!"

"What?!" Doofinshmirtz exclaimed, dodging fists. "But the paralyzing powder should have made you immobile for another two minutes! There was plenty for the three of you!"

This King's eyes widened and shifted towards a grate in the wall at his side. Through the darkness, two blue eyes stared back at him.

Sir Francis's own hands had begun to loosen, but before he could move more of himself, Doofinshmirtz threw Peregrin off of him and scrambled forward towards his medieval machine. "Gotta aim it. Gotta aim it before it wears off completely," he said over and over.

Sir Peregrin was slow getting to his feet. By the time he had started to run towards the evil lord, it was too late. His vision exploded in a poof of blue dust.

As the dust settled, everyone could see a small figure laying on the ground. "Gotcha!" Doofimshmirtz yelled. "Let's see you stop me now that you're a platypus."

The animal got up and shook its head. He looked around the room in confusion, his blank and unfocused eyes landed on Sir Francis, who barely whispered, "Sir P.?" Instantly black eyes focused and narrowed on the still laughing Lord Doofinshmirtz.

Running was a little difficult at first, being on all fours, but he soon got the hang of it. He leaped, landing on the inventor's back and ramming his head into his machine, dazing him.

The paralyzing agent wore off enough that the King and the constable were able to move again (though it felt like they were walking through mud). Both stood over the downed man. "Lord Doofinshmirtz," King Lawrence said. "You are hereby under arrest for crimes and conspiracy against the Royal family." He turned to Sir Francis. "Take him to the dungeons. And ask the Mage to come here at once to look over Sir Peregrin."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As Lord Doofinshmirtz was being dragged from the room, the King looked down at the man-turned-platypus. "Do not fear, Sir Peregrin. The Mage is one of the best there is. She will be able to change you back. But for now, let us see to my son."

To the platypus's confusion, the King walked to the corner of the throne room. He bent down and lifted a grate from the wall. Looking inside, the King said, "Ferbason. You should know by now not to spy on the throne room. Come out now."

Peregrin crawled over to the hole and peered inside. The young Prince was indeed sitting inside. He had tears in his eyes, but did not move. "I—I can't," he said.

"Why not?"

"I—I can't move." The paralyzing agent hadn't worn off his smaller body yet.

"Oh my son." The king bent down. "I will try to pull you out, alright?"

"Yes father."

King Lawrence reached into the hole and found the Prince's arm. He gently tugged until Ferbason was free. The King laid him on the floor near the throne. "The affect should wear off soon, my son. Just lay still until then."

The door opened, emitting Sir Francis and a beautiful young woman. "Madame Vanessa, Your Highness," the Constable announced.

The Mage was filled in on what had happened, but when she looked over Sir Peregrin, she could not change him back to human. "My mother might. She is stronger and more knowledgeable than I am," she told them.

"Where is she? I will have the Herald fetch her," the King said.

"You cannot fetch her. She comes to you. I do have a way of contacting her. I will begin immediately," Vanessa offered.

"Yes, do that. Sir Peregrin is our best Knight. We must get him back." King Lawrence agreed before dismissing her. Sir Francis took Peregrin with him, leaving the King and the Prince alone in the Throne room.

Ferbason laid there while his father was lost in thought, staring at the machine curiously. How did it work? He wondered. His eyes narrowed—a small pillar of smoke was rising from the machine. The feeling in his face had returned, so he tried speaking in order to warn the King. "Father?"

He turned to look at his son. "Yes—"

The machine exploded and the world went black.

Madame Charlene appeared in the entryway of what appeared to be an empty castle. "Hmm," she thought as she walked towards the throne room. There were no guards outside, so she pushed open the door. Inside was empty as well, except for a dog on a pillow in the corner. "Strange," she murmured, turning away from the room.

She didn't see the dog get up and follow her as she traveled down the corridors to her daughter's room. "Vanessa?" she called as she entered. There was no answer, so she called again, louder. "Vanessa!"

"Mother?" a faint and slightly garbled voice answered back. "Is that you?"

"Where are you, child?"

"Look at the mirror."

Madame Charlene did so and gasped. "Vanessa! What happened to you?"

The floating head in the mirror huffed. "The evil Lord Doofinshmirtz attacked the castle with a 'change-inator'," she explained. She told her mother what she knew of what happened earlier that day. "Right after I contacted you, I heard an explosion. I threw up a shield, but it didn't help. When I woke, I had become a part of my magic mirror, as you can see, and everyone had vanished."

Charlene's eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she smiled. "I don't think anyone really vanished," she said as she stood.

"What do you mean?" Vanessa asked, watching her mother walk away. She bent down and picked up something. "A dog?" the younger mage asked.

Madame Charlene put a finger against the dog's forehead for a moment, looking through its thoughts and memories. When she returned to reality, she said, "This is not just a dog, Vanessa. This is Prince Ferbason."

Vanessa gasped. "The Prince?!"

"Yes. He was there throughout everything you told me. He saw Doofinshmirtz with his, ahem, 'change-inator'. It wasn't designed just to turn people into animals, like you thought. It also turns people into objects. I believe when it exploded, it affected everyone in the castle," the Mage explained.

"Oh no," Vanessa said mournfully. "Can you undo it?"

Madame Charlene sighed sadly. "No, I cannot."

Her daughter choked back a sob. "So we are stuck like this?"

Charlene had an idea, but she didn't really want to say it until her daughter said that. "There might be something I can do. But it might not work."

"What is it?"

She responded a little reluctantly. "I might be able to overcome it with a…curse."

"A curse?!" Vanessa exclaimed. "But that's dark magic! We swore never to use that!"

"I know," Charlene said. "But it is the only thing that has a shot at changing things back to normal."

Vanessa didn't want to agree, but knew if her mother said so, there really was no other choice. "Alright."

Madame Charlene pet the dog-prince behind his ears. "I am going to have to tie the curse to the Prince. You will need to assist him as much as you can. The magic will only be active until his majority—his 21st birthday—then everything will be returned to how it is now."

"Yes Mother. What do we need to do to break the curse in time?"

"He will need to fall in love and be loved in return," she said, looking sadly at the dog who was basking in the attention her fingers were giving his ears. "It will be difficult for him. He won't be fully human, nor will he be a dog as you see now. But, once it is broken, everyone will become human again."

And so the Mage set the curse upon the castle and upon the Prince. As she wove her magic, the dog began to glow and grow. A rose formed underneath her daughter's magic mirror. Charlene spoke tiredly as the magic drained out of her, "The rose will be your deadline. He must fall in love before the last petal falls, or the curse will never be broken."

"Mother!" Vanessa yelled as the elder mage faded from sight. The price to pay for breaking the vow to never use dark magic.

The glow vanished from the Prince and Vanessa gasped. No longer a dog and not quite human, he was a beastly mix of the two. "Wha-what happened?" he wondered aloud.

Vanessa explained it all, from what happened with Doofinshmirtz to the curse and how to break it. As she spoke, all around the castle various objects and small animals regained their consciousness they had as humans. Word spread quickly through the castle of the curse and how to break it.

The more Ferbuson thought of the curse and the pressure that was now on him to break it; he fell deeper into despair and hopelessness.

After all, who could ever love a beast?

Characters Mentioned:

King Lawrence - Lawrence Fletcher

Sir Francis Monogram - Major Francis Monogram

Sir Peregrin (Sir P.) - Perry the Platypus (Agent P.)

Lord Doofinshmirtz - Dr. Doofinshmirtz

Prince Ferbuson - Ferb Fletcher

Madame Vanessa - Vanessa Doofinshmirtz (not Doof's daughter in this story)

Madame Charlene - Charlene Doofinshmirtz

So how was that for a way to describe the curse on the castle/Ferb?

Also, I tried to give you a Doof fix in this chapter, because you most likely won't be seeing him in the rest of the story (that's still up in the air though).

OH! Before I forget. Should I edit this to make it a story being told to the kids by grandparents? I can do so easily, so let me know your thoughts in reviews! Reviews make updates faster!