Author's Note: Hey, I've got this late collection for a challenge from E350. It was supposed to be for Halloween, but it just so happened that the week of Halloween was also the week I had midterms. These were all churned out pretty fast, and I'm not really happy with a few of them. This one is ok... I guess.
Curse
What you call a curse it all in perspective
Candace Flynn was having a rather weird week. It had all started, as usual, with an attempt to bust her brothers. It was supposed to have been a day out with her mom. She was supposed to relax.
"Candace, I want you to promise me that you will not try to bust your brothers, or suffer the Pharaoh's Curse!" Candace's mom had said.
"Fine, I promise I won't try to bust my brothers." The teen had promised. It actually went pretty well at first, but then… but then… Oh for Pete's sake, they were driving huge float down mainstreet. How could she not bust them for that? And yet somehow she hadn't. They'd gotten away with is, as usual.
Candace had been bemoaning her failure when a fat guy dressed like an Egyptian tapped her shoulder.
"You Candace Flynn?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Curse you." And with that he walked away. The teen stared blankly at her mom.
"I warned you." Linda shrugged.
If that had been it, it wouldn't have been so bad. But an hour later, while she was texting Stacy, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Candace yelled to her family and opened the door.
"Curse you." The fat guy from before said in the same monotone.
"Hey, you already cursed me, like, an hour ago." Candace reminded him.
"And I will continue to do so until you break the Pharaoh's Curse." The man informed her. "See ya in an hour."
"What?" Candace cried, "Hey, hey come back here! You can't just follow people around cursing them! Hey!" But the fat Egyptian was already gone.
"Well, let's see how well you can curse me if I'm not here!" Candace grinned. She pulled out her phone.
"Hey Stacy, you wanna go to the mall in an hour?" She asked.
"Sure, but I thought you were going to the park to spy on Jeremy at the Mr. Slushy-Dog." Stacy replied.
"I thought I needed a break from my usual schedule." Candace explained. "You know what we should do? We should visit the most obscure and out-of-the-way shops while we're there."
"Candace, are you avoiding someone?" Stacy asked bluntly.
"Psh, no!" Candace scoffed, "I just thought it'd be fun to try something new!"
One hour later…
"Trying something new stinks!" Candace groaned, "Literally! All they sell here is Organic Fertilizer, a.k.a. manure!"
"You're the one who wanted to visit the most obscure and out-of-the-way shops at the mall." Stacy pointed out, "And my mom actually needs some of this for her vegetable garden."
"Fine…" Candace plugged her nose and entered. She hadn't walked past the first pallet of fertilizer when someone poked her on the back.
"Curse you." The pharaoh uttered.
"Aaahh!" Candace screamed. She ran out of the mall and jumped onto a bus that was about to leave.
"I've got a bus pass; just take me as far as you go!" Candace yelled at the driver as she waved her pass in front of his nose.
"Oooo-k." the driver closed the bus doors and drove off.
Another hour later…
"Last stop, we're turning around!" the bus driver called. Candace jumped out.
"Ha! An hour bus-ride out of town, let's see Mr. Curse-you find me out here!" Candace said smugly.
"Curse you" The pharaoh said as he walked behind her.
Screaming again, the teenage girl jumped onto another bus back home, ran into her house, into the basement, into a trunk with a hidden ladder and down into a secret room. Candace's "Panic-Room" She clutched her stuffed teddy.
"Ok, ok," She panted, "Calm down, Candace, there's no way he can find you down here. I'm safe." She waited a few seconds, half-expecting the dreaded words to echo from behind her. But there was nothing. Silence.
"Wow, I really am safe! I guess I showed him; no one messes with Candace Flynn!" she cheered.
"Curse you." The monotone voice drifted down the ladder. Candace yelped.
"Ok, that's it, no more miss-nice-Candace!" She exclaimed.
She ran into the yard where Phineas and Ferb were just bidding their friends farewell for the day. It was getting dark and the sun was setting.
"Alright, where is he, where is he?" She growled with a maniacal edge.
"Where's who?" Phineas asked.
"That crazy cursing pharaoh!" she yelled hysterically.
"Oh, that guy." Phineas remembered, "Yeah, he just left on a camel. I had no idea how fast those were!"
"Oh, he'll be back!" Candace assured them, "Every hour, on the hour he's come and cursed me."
"Cool, what kind of curse?" Phineas asked.
"Oh, it's not a real curse, he just says 'curse you' and then leaves." Candace explained. "And he said he'll keep coming back until I break the pharaoh's cures!"
"Well, do you want our help to break it?" her pointy-nosed brother asked.
"No! It's your fault I have this stupid cures in the first place! If mom had just seen your huge float, and known for once that I was right, I wouldn't have broken my promise!"
Phineas and Ferb shared a concerned look. "We're sorry. Are you sure helping you break the curse won't make it up to you?"
"No! I don't need your help; I don't want your help!" Candace insisted.
The next morning…
"Phineas, I need your help!" Candace begged her little brother that morning. "He knocked on my window, every hour, on the hour, until I opened it and then he said those words, those horrible words!"
"'Curse you'?" Phineas supplied.
Candace cringed, "Do not utter those sounds."
"Don't worry Candace, you won't have to hear them much longer." Phineas turned to his step-brother. "Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today."
A while later outside the museum…
"You may be wondering why I've asked you all to come here to the Danville Museum." Phineas began when the usual team, that is, Isabella, Baljeet, and Buford, had arrived. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news. Candace has been cursed."
Everyone gasped. "Whoa, does she have warts?" Buford asked excitedly.
"Oh, it's not that kind of curse. A guy is just following her around saying 'Curse You'." Phineas clarified.
"Oh." The others said. "You mean no warts? Man, I feel ripped-off!" Buford said with disappointment.
"The only way to get him to stop is to break the Pharaoh's Curse. Ferb figured this would be the best place to start looking." Phineas explained.
"You think we are going to find the way to break a curse in a modern museum?" Baljeet asked incredulously, "It is probably buried under several feet of sand in Egypt!"
"I'm confident we'll find something. The Danville Museum does currently house an almost perfect replica of a mummy's tomb." Phineas reminded him.
"I'll get the Fireside Girls to come and give a hand!" Isabella offered.
"For their 'Break a Curse' badge?" Phineas asked.
"Oh, no, just for the 'Museum Exploration' badge." Isabella replied.
"Alright team, let's get cracking!"
Just before they entered the museum, the two step-brothers stopped. "Hey, where's Perry?" The pointy-nosed boy asked.
Doobie-doobie-do-wah!
"Oh, you're complaining to me for giving you the cold?" Dr. Doofenshmirtz said to a sickly-looking teal platypus. "You're the one who kicked me into the lake!" He then broke into a bout of coughing and fell back into his bed. "Curse you, Perry the Platypus."
Anyways, back to the story
Phineas, Ferb, and company were searching through the crazy museum looking for a way to break the Pharao's Curse. Things got a little crazy when Buford wrapped Baljeet up like a mummy and the Indian boy proceeded to chase several of the Fireside Girls around.
"I feel like there should be some sort of Scooby-Doo-esqe song playing in the background while this plays out." Phineas commented as the girls ran past him.
"I don't think that would transfer too well into Fanfiction." Ferb pointed out.
"Yeah, probably not." Phineas agreed.
The next time they ran past, Ferb grabbed hold of the wrapping coving Baljeet and pulled. The Indian boy spun around a few times before landing hard on his rear. By a contrived coincidence, he landed with just enough pressure on just the right tile to open a trapdoor underneath the whole group. They all tumbled down a slide until landing in a dimly lit room. Naturally, Baljeet was at the bottom of the pile.
"I think that this replica is too nearly perfect." The poor boy groaned.
"Quit your whinin', if it weren't we'd have to spend a few hours flyin' to Egypt." Buford reminded him, "An' I don't got that kinda time to spare."
"Wow, look at these cobwebs and dust covering the hieroglyphics." Isabella wondered. "I don't think anyone's been here since they built this place!"
"Maybe this is just the place we've been looking for!" Phineas said optimistically, "What's it say Ferb?"
The taller of the step-brothers pulled out a laptop and took a few pictures of the glyphs. They were downloaded into the translating program. Ferb read it as it printed out. He looked up at the group… and handed it to Phineas.
"Oh, so that's it! That shouldn't be too hard." The pointy-nosed boy smiled. "Come on guys, we'd better go tell Candace.
Back Home
Candace was curled up in the fetal position on the couch. In the hour her brothers had been gone, the Pharaoh had come back and cursed her again. She'd gone a little axe crazy and chased him out of the yard with a rake. Another hour was swiftly approaching. Where were they? She couldn't take this insanity much longer. What if Jeremy found out?
Just then, Phineas, Ferb, and all their friends burst into the house leading a goat.
"Guess what, Candace? We found out how to break the Pharaoh's curse!" Phineas told her excitedly.
"Great! Thank you sooooo much! I don't know how I can ever… oh no, don't tell me it has something to do with the goat!"
"You have to drink a gourd full of goat's milk." Phineas said apologetically, holding up a gourd.
"What?" Candace cried.
"While the Pharaoh is watching." Ferb added.
"You mean I have to see that guy again?" Candace yelled.
"Don't worry, we went through the trouble of bringing him here for you!" Isabella informed the hysterical teen as the Pharaoh walked in, "That way you can just get it over with."
Candace walked over to the Pharaoh with an ill look on her face. Buford handed her the gourd filled with goat's milk. She looked at it and genuinely looked like she was going to vomit. She took a deep breath, plugged her nose, and downed the milk in one gulp. After squirming with disgust, she looked at her tormenter to see if he would disappear in a puff of smoke.
"Finally." He said dully, and walked right out the door.
Everyone sat around in awkward silence for a few seconds. Buford finally broke it.
"That's it? Man, now I feel really ripped off."
Yeah, I really felt like writing for Phineas and Ferb at the time. I don't write alot for it despite the fact that it's one of my favorite shows ever.