This will be the last installment of my Nanomite Trilogy. As the title implies, the story focuses on Vanessa. Dun-dun-DUUUUN!

I just love doing that.

So without further ado…

Vanessa was pretty sure that she didn't have a normal family.

Her mom was probably normal. In fact, she would be a great mom if not for her inability to see the obvious. She insisted that her dad was just an ordinary guy, if with some… funny quirks. It was always there right in front of her eyes.

Then her uncle, the mayor. A nice guy, a great friend, a momma's boy, and utterly useless.

Then her dad. It was best to not even talk about it.

And Norm, who considered her to be a kind of big sister. Says the twelve-foot robot who runs on squirrel power. Yeah…

And then there was Perry the Platypus. Perry wasn't technically a member of her family, and she was beginning to accept him as simply a fact of life. He simply showed up, defeated her dad in single combat, and destroyed whatever ridiculous machine he had built that particular day.

There were a few points about her life that she enjoyed, of course. Visiting her friends, talking on the phone, normal teenage girl stuff. It was just, that kind of thing didn't normally come up in her life. But hey, she had a boyfriend (Johnny), a best friend (she was trying to decide between Lacey and Ferb), and a bunch of little kids who she spent time with occasionally.

She enjoyed being able to choose her friends, as her family had a few things wrong with it.

Then the elevator hissed open, and she picked up her bags and walked into her dad's apartment, where she took stock of her surroundings. Perry the Platypus was riding around on her dad, Heinz Doofenshmirtz, evil scientist's…

"I prefer the term morally ambiguous scientist."

… Back, wrapping his whole one foot six body around into a complicated chokehold. Norm was lying in the kitchen, probably deactivated by now. His feet stuck out into the hall. The furniture was overturned, a sure sign that this had started about eight in the morning. A huge machine that resembled a cross between a nuclear bomb and a throw pillow dominated the room.

"Oh, did you change the carpet? Hi Perry." Vanessa asked as she walked into the room. Perry allowed for a quick nod, and tightened his hold. Her dad began to make funny noises, and slammed himself against the wall, forcing Perry to let go.

"Hi… Vanessa…" he gasped, "Yeah, it's new. Like it?"

"It's the same old color," replied Vanessa calmly, "not much of an improvement." She headed towards her room, stepped on a discarded piece of equipment, and picked it up. It resembled a toy gun, with hoses and tubes running all over it. She turned it over in her hands, tried out the grip, and took it into her room with her.

"Hah, Perry the Platypus!" shouted Doctor Doofenshmirtz after she left, "You're too late! You may not realize it, but the Red-Herring-Inator was just that—a Red Herring! Heck, I even made it out of Red Herrings! And bo-oy, did I get in trouble with the game warden… but that's another back-story. For now, I created a little machine called the Nanotechnology-Inator! You know, I asked you what you thought a couple of schemes ago. Remember, I distinctly recall that you shook your head in disapproval. Well guess what—I BUILT IT!" He began to hunt around on the floor for the gadget. "And soon, you will be my nanomite… infused… slave… Why can't I find the dumb thing?"

Vanessa walked toward the kitchen, still examining the gun-like object she had found. Doofenshmirtz looked up.

"Why Vanessa, you found it! Can you give it to me?"

Vanessa glanced at him, and then turned toward the Red-Herring-Inator and pointed the "Nanotechnology-Inator" at it. "You built this?"

"Yeah, give it here!"

"Forget it!" exclaimed Vanessa, "I'm not giving you ANYTHING that might explode or anything. First, I'm making sure it's one-hundred percent user friendly."

She aimed, and squeezed the trigger. A small flap opened on the back of the barrel and shot her with an energy beam. Then it exploded, with such disproportionate force that Vanessa went flying over the couch and into the wall.

As she slipped into unconsciousness, she vaguely remembered hearing the noise before. It sounded kind of like a banshee, two tomcats having it out in the front yard, or, possibly, one of Baljeet's… rock…

Several minutes later, Perry arrived home. Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher, and their friends were leaning over a map.

"So, I think the saucepan went in this direction," Isabella Garcia-Shapiro calculated, drawing a line toward city hall.

"I think we would know if it landed there," Baljeet replied, "It would have knocked a large hole in the wall."

"Oh, there you are Perry!" Phineas exclaimed. "I don't suppose you went and found out where the indestructible kitchen-ware went after the stove exploded?"

"See, they were so indestructible that it backfired," Becky Burroughs explained.

"Yeah, we're missing the saucepan, the colander, and the frying pan," grumbled Buford Van Stomm, "and before my scrambled eggs finished, even."

"I painted the map," said Django Brown cheerfully, although everyone was more interested in actually finding the kitchen-ware. Well, most of them.

Irving was seemingly useless, as he never paid attention during math class and reserved his mental space for movies and super-heroes. Technically speaking, that did make him useless. Candace said nothing, she simply sulked on the couch. Her mother, Linda Flynn-Fletcher, was cooking with apparently destructible kitchen ware. Mr. Fletcher wasn't home. And Perry, come to think of it, was maintaining his guise as a mindless domestic pet. He chattered.

"Thanks anyway," Ferb replied casually. Perry nearly scowled—sometimes it seemed like Ferb could understand him, and he had a way of not quite hinting it.

When Vanessa woke up the next morning, she felt fine. No, better than fine—she felt better than ever! She slid out of bed, got dressed, and half walk-half danced into the dining room.

"Morning, Dad! What's for breakfast?"

"Crunchy eggs!" shouted Norm.

"Norm still cooking, huh?" she asked, slightly sobered up.

"You know it," he grumbled, "now could you back it up? I'm designing a Defuse-Inator."

Vanessa frowned. "A what?"

"You know, to reverse the effects of the Nanotechnology-Inator?" Vanessa frowned.

"Dad," she said slowly, "I have no idea what you're talking about, but whatever it is, could you please come clean to me about it? If that thing was Nanotechnology-Inator, I need to know what that implies, and if it will make me hurt people somehow. Please?"

Doofenshmirtz sighed. "Okay, Vanessa. Sit down. I'll explain."

So, what do you think of the first chapter?