Phineas and Ferb

The Talk IV

Chapter 1

FanFiction Summary: After Vanessa becomes the victim of a hurtful and selfish prank by the guy she thought was "the one," she calls upon an unlikely friend to help rectify it, and in the process discovers one of the most important lessons about love.

A/N: This story takes place the day after the "Hollywood Doof" episode.

Disclaimer: Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me. It belongs to the two geniuses Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh. Keep up the good work, gentlemen!

It was several hours away from daylight, but for now the moon glistened off the dumpsters located in the town dumps, where a raging party was happening. It was the Visigoth's traditional all-night dumpster parties, complete with music, snacks, punch, and lots of dancing. Every Visigoth who was anybody showed up and rocked the party like there was no tomorrow, except there was a tomorrow because these sort of parties happened all the time.

But there was one goth that was not enjoying herself. Her name was Vanessa Doofenshmirtz. And she was miserable. But not because the party was miserable. It was in fact herself that was miserable.

It was her tenth consecutive all-night Visigoth party. Once again she was dragged out of a cozy, full night's sleep by her "boyfriend" Johnny and pursuaded to party all night non-stop because "that's what Visigoths do." And yes, we mean literally "dragged out."

After the third straight night, Vanessa had decided that the constant partying wasn't something she was into anymore. So on the fourth night, after Johnny sneaked into her room and asked her to go, Vanessa firmly said no. After he left, she went to bed to finally catch up on her sleep. When she awakened an hour later, she found herself lying on the ground in the dump where the party was happening. She didn't find Johnny again that night, but after noticing the gates were locked, she had no choice but to suck it up and pretend to enjoy herself.

The process repeated for the next seven days, with Vanessa falling asleep and Johnny waiting just long enough to sneak in, bag-and-tag her, and drag her to the dump to party...except this time, Johnny made darn sure to stay as close to Vanessa as possible in case she fell asleep.

Several times, she did drift off into sleep, only to be (rudely) awakened by Johnny or one of his friends. As Johnny said, "Visigoths don't sleep during a Visigoth party. It's frowned upon." Needless to say, each party made Vanessa more tired, more irritable, and more fed up...with both the parties and Johnny. But she face a moral dilemma, one that - to her and her group - was very real.

In her group, it was also frowned upon to reject the notion by partying. This could be taken as her trying to leave the party before the gates unlocked or even falling asleep in the middle of the party. The Visigoth group was a very unpredictable but very proud group and they took their morals and customs very seriously. But even a severe lack of sleep could make someone challenge those customs.

Running on about 40 minutes of sleep over the previous ten days, Vanessa had decided that she was done. She desperately needed to catch up on her sleep, and at that point she didn't care what they did to her. She was just so tired. So she went to the farthest corner she could find where there was basically nobody within 20 feet of her. Everyone else was towards the middle of the area while she was packed in a corner with trash all around her. She didn't care. She just wanted to see the inside of her eyelids again. She stood up straight, hands on her hips, and she slowly closed her weary, bloodshoot eyes.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the party, a loud, obnoxious sound began blasting over the music. It was so loud and obnoxious that it was actually covering up the music itself, and the music was loud to begin with. Everyone instantly stopped what they were doing and listened to the noise. "What the heck's that?" One Visigoth shouted.

"I don't know, dude. It's killing our mood." Johnny responded. "Let's find it. How about it, Vanessa?" He looked to his side and saw that his "girlfriend" wasn't standing next to him. "Vanessa? Oh boy..."

The others also began noticing that Vanessa wasn't in their general vicinity. When the obnoxious noise blasted over their eardrums again, they quickly found the direction in which it was coming from. They all approached the source, and to their dismay - but not shock - they discovered that it was Vanessa. She was standing perfectly straight, her head tilted back, her hands firmly on her hips, her mouth wide open, and she was snoring incredibly loudly and drooling all over herself.

This revelation, however, didn't come as much of a shock to the lot, as they had always pegged Vanessa to be one of the weaker members of their "group." "Dude, your girlfriend is, like, a total buzzkill." One member said to Johnny. "She has soiled on our customs."

"Yes, yes she has." Johnny agreed, without even acknowledging the possibility that Vanessa was simply extremely tired from the all-night parties. "I warned her that this would be frowned upon. So...what should we do with her? I mean, I-I don't think we've ever had to, you know, discipline someone for...for something like this. You know?"

"Dude, I don't know why. But I kinda feel like just standing here pointing and laughing at her right now." Another Visigoth piped up. "I mean she looks fried, man."

Johnny laughed. "Yeah, you're right. She does." Then Johnny got an idea. "Hey, you might be onto something."

"I am?"

"Yeah. Public humiliation. That'll teach her to mock our customs like this." He explained as Vanessa let out another loud snore - this one louder than the previous. "Anybody got any ideas?"

Johnny and one of his friends came up with what they thought was a brilliant idea. They carried her all the way back to her home - Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated - and climbed up several stories without anybody noticing, and threw her on her bed on her stomach. As Vanessa's deep sleep caused her to start drooling on her pillows, Johnny and his friend brought out their cellphone cameras and started filming her. They both took a different position to film. Johnny put his camera in front of Vanessa's face and filmed her snoring & drooling, while his friend filmed Vanessa's rear end, and captured how it shook every time she snored.

"Revenge is a dish best served...online." Johnny said quietly, as the two of them quietly laughed. They kept their fully charged phones right on their spots, intending to do so all night and then use the footage against her in some humiliating fashion. Vanessa's snoring and drooling were already bad enough on her regular sleep cycle. But sleep deprivation makes it much, much worse. And with 2 hours of sleep in her past 10 days, she was so tired she was completely oblivious to the actions of her "boyfriend" and his buddy.

When she woke up, she was going to be waking up to a world of trouble.

Several hours later, she awakened with the sun beginning to rise. She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head slightly. There was a giant drool puddle next to her on the pillow. She wiped some leftover drool from her mouth, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and stared out her window. The sun was just coming up now. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone. "Huh...what's this?" She immediately noticed there was a new message on her phone. She saw that it was from Johnny. "A message? Ugh...probably to invite me to another all-night party." She yawned loudly.

As she opened up her videos, she scanned to the one Johnny had sent her. At first she studied the cover photo. It appeared to be of her snoring face. Her mouth was wide, wide open and she was resting in a drool puddle as more drool was pouring out. She immediately began fearing the worst. Reluctantly and fearfully, she pressed play. Her worst fears were instantly realized as the thunderous sounds of her loud snoring blared through her phone speakers. Horrified, she watched the close-up of her snoring and drooling face. The camera was perfectly on Vanessa for several snores. Even her exhales were horrifying, as they resembled the sound of a horse neighing.

Soon the camera moved away from the sleeping girl, and in stepped Johnny, who was grinning like an idiot. Her anger only rose. "Hey babe. Hope you're watchin'. It's not much. Only a sample of what's in store for you." She growled watching the video. "You shouldn't have dumped on our traditions like that babe. We take our parties very seriously. And there are repercussions for smearing them." Johnny panned his phone slightly to the left to reveal his buddy filming her rear end. Vanessa was mortified. "By the end of the day there's gonna be this huge, like, 8 hour long video online of all this. Public humiliations. That's how we deal with violators. Anyway, I'll be by later to pick you up for the party. Later, babe."

Vanessa closed her phone and threw it on the bed in frustrations. Words couldn't begin to describe her paranoia. She was still extremely tired despite having slept for the first time in a week and a half, and now she had this blackmail to deal with. She legitimately felt like there was no way out for her, that what was about to go down was going to ruin her life.

The only chance she had was to somehow hack into Johnny's computer and delete the files before they ever got a chance to upload them. But she had absolutely no computer-hacking skills whatsoever and she didn't have any time to dilly-dally. There was only one person that she knew that she could call that would give her any chance whatsoever of avoiding any public humiliation caused by her soon to be ex-boyfriend. But it was risky; there was no guarantee that this person would even answer her calls or even agree to assist her.

But she was desperate. There was no other option. So she picked up her phone and dialed a number...

End of Chapter 1.

I think this is a good spot to end it. See if you can guess who she's gonna call. And remember to read & review!