It was art class at the recreational center, Django painting his heart out with a few of his friends and others.
"Wow, once again, impressive, Mr. Brown. We have the next da Vinci on our hands," the teacher complimented Django as he was painting.
"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, but it will be a very long time before I become as good as da Vinci," Django replied. stopping his painting for a moment.
"Oh, modest as ever," the teacher said, walking off to look at other kid's paintings and drawings. But what she said was true. Django had a natural feel for the paint brush, able to paint out what he imagines.
"There, it's done," he said out loud, examining his painting. He painted a scene from a fairy tale, of a dragon fighting a knight, who was trying to get his princess back from the dragon.
"Wow, that's pretty sick, Django," one of his friends Steve complimented.
"Thanks," Django said, taking his painting to the rack to dry, when the bell rang to end class.
"Okay kids, class is over. See you all here tomorrow at ten," Mrs. Thompson said, every kid but Django running out of the building.
"Hey, Django, you coming?" Steve asked.
"No, sorry. I'm hanging out with some of my other friends today," Django informed him.
"Oh, okay. See you tomorrow, Django," Steve said, running out of the classroom.
As he was cleaning up, he saw an interesting book on Mrs. Thompson's desk. "Hey, what's this?"
When she heard the question, she answered, "Oh, that? That's a book my son got me to read. It's about this young aspiring artist who is blessed yet cursed at the same time with the power to make everything he draws into reality."
"Wow, that sounds awesome," Django said, finishing his clean up.
"It's a very nice book. If you want, you can read it for yourself," she suggested, handing him the book.
"Wow, thanks Mrs. Thompson," he exclaimed, putting the book in his backpack. "See you tomorrow," running towards the door.
"Don't forget, tomorrow's class starts at ten, not at ten thirty," she exclaimed, but Django was already gone, running out of the building.
As he was running, he looked at his watch and exclaimed, "What? It's already 12:30? I need to get to Phineas and Ferb right now," he said, sprinting through the streets, dropping a paint brush and a pencil on his way.
Standing right above where he was, Perry was scaling the walls of Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated, getting to the top only to be trapped by a platypus net.
"Haha! I have trapped you, Perry the Platypus. And just to make sure you don't try to escape until I finish my backstory, I trapped you with a special platypus net that platypi aren't able to get out of," he started, Perry just looking at his machine.
"Oh, you mean that? Oh, that's just my new invention: The art reality-inator!" he exclaimed, showing the platypus a ray gun like inator. Perry just giving him a strange look.
"What? Does the name sound that bad?" he asked, Perry just nodding his head in agreement.
"Fine, but do you know what it does? Well, first of all, it only works on art supplies, like a pen, pencil or paint brush. Second, when this ray hits a pen, pencil or pen, it is able to make anything that is drawn with it into reality, kind of the da Vinci of this time period," he explained.
"The only reason I made this so that I didn't have to make inators everyday, and you know how long that takes of my day, so now, when I draw it, I will be able to have it made in minutes. Plus, if I need to erase because I messed up, I can use an eraser hit with the ray to erase it. Let me show you," Doofenshmirtz said, hitting a pencil and an eraser with his ray.
"And now, I will use my artistic skills to make a Perry the Platypus imitation," he exclaimed, drawing a crudely proportioned Perry to his right.
"Hmn, is it me, or is there something wrong with this Perry?" he asked, showing the end product of his own Perry the Platypus imitation.
The head was too big, the legs were too long small, the body was too big, the eyes were stern, his tail was piece of string, but worst of all, it had no beak.
"Oh, that's why it was weird," drawing something else. "I forgot your grappling hook," causing Perry to glare at him.
"What? Oh, you don't think it's good enough? Here, let me start over, that was just a warm-up," Doofenshmirtz said, "But what should I call him?" he asked, thinking about it. "I know, I'll call you Philip the Platypus," taking his eraser and trying to erase the platypus. But when the platypus heard his intention, he knocked the eraser out of his hands, making it fall all the way down to the ground.
"Hey, that was not nice at all!" he exclaimed, but the platypus took the grappling hook and knocked the evil scientist on his face, causing him to fall to the ground.
"I'm okay," he said, his face numb from the hit.
When Doofenshmirtz hit the ground, the remote in his pocket hit the ground, causing the net to release Perry, who chased after the platypus. But the platypus was too fast, grabbing a scooter and speeding off.
*chatter* Perry chattered, when his watch beeped.
Perry picked up the transmission, his boss' face popping up on his watch. "Agent P, we heard about what happened with Doofenshmirtz. Don't worry about him today. We have sent some of out other agents to search for him. For now, get back to your owners. Monogram out," he reported, Perry saluting before the transmission ended and Perry hanglided back to his home.
When Perry got to his hosts, he saw that they were making an underwater ferris wheel. "Oh, there you are, Perry," Phineas said, picking up his pet platypus.
"Okay guys. That's the last ride. We need to wrap up for the day," he announced, everyone getting off of the ferris wheel.
"That was awesome, Phineas," Isabella complimented.
"Yeah, that was sick," Buford added.
"What are you guys planning to do tomorrow?" Baljeet asked.
"I don't know. We'll decide what to do when tomorrow comes," Phineas answered. "Do you guys want to come in for some snacks?"
"Sorry, I can't. I have to get home. It's getting pretty late," Django said, picking up his backpack.
"Okay. See you Django," Phineas said, everyone saying bye also.
"See you guys," Django said, walking out of the backyard.
"Man, today was fun," Django said to himself, checking his backpack.
"Hmn, that's weird. I don't feel any of my art supplies in there," he said, then realizing that he lost it.
"Oh shoot! I'm in deep trouble tomorrow if I don't find those art supplies. Dang it!" he said, running back, but after an instant, tripped onto the ground.
Getting up, he asked himself, "Ow, what the heck was that?" seeing the culprit for his trip.
"Oh, there they are," he said, picking up his paint brush and his pencil. "Hmn, I don't remember having an eraser, but I'll take it," putting them in his backpack and running back home.
Not the greatest start, but I promise it will get better. I decided to write this because I noticed that there were no stories focusing on Django. But if there are, please tell me so I can read them. Review!