This is my twentieth story! Yippie!

So here's the story about this story:

For some reason that I can't explain, I was thinking about MacGyver (You know, that show that ran on ABC in the late 80's-early 90's.) I can't explain why because I've never actually seen the show. But, I have seen the Mythbusters episode about it. For those of you who have never heard of it, it's about a secret agent named Angus MacGyver. What's cool about MacGyver is he can make anything out of anything…like, for instance, an airplane made from bamboo poles, trash bags, a cement mixer, and, of course, lots and lots of duct tape. (Mythbusters proved that isn't possible, but you get the point.)

And this got me thinking, "Phineas and Ferb would make really good 'MacGyvers.' I should write a story about that." So, here it is. Sorry for the lack of establishing plot, but I wasn't really interested in writing a more than this.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Candace was the first to regain consciousness. She had no recollection of what had knocked her out or where she was.

She glanced around the room, trying to determine her location. The small room was fairly dark, lit by two dim, bare light bulbs screwed into sockets in the low ceiling. There were three aluminum shelves against one wall, each packed with an unorganized jumble of seemingly random supplies and junk. The concrete floor was dirty, covered with stains of various shades, some of which Candace assumed was blood.

She was chained up by manacles on her wrists, the heavy chains wrapped around a heavy, steel beam in the ceiling that was exposed where the ceiling tiles had been removed. Ferb was chained up the same way on Candace's left, and Isabella on her right. Phineas was on the other side of Ferb.

"Hello?" Candace called out, but she got no answer. She turned to Isabella. "Isabella?" The pink clad girl didn't budge. "Isabella, wake up. Wake up!" Candace said, louder. Finally, Isabella's eyes flittered open. "Huh…what? Candace?"

"Isabella! Are you okay?"

"I don't know…" Isabella scanned the room. "Where are we?"

"No idea. We need to wake up Phineas and Ferb. They'll know how to get out of here."

"Good idea," Isabella said. "Phineas? Phineas!" she called out, trying to stir the boy.

"Ferb. Ferb wake up!" Candace urged. "FERB!"

Neither of the boys budged.

"Come on, Ferb, wake UP!" Candace yelled. She swung her left leg out and kicked Ferb. The British boy jumped awake. He looked at Candace. "Ferb!" Ferb kicked Candace. "Ow! What was that for?" Ferb shrugged.

"Are you okay, Ferb?" Isabella asked. Ferb nodded. "Good. Do you think you can wake up Phineas?"

Ferb turned to Phineas on his other side. Without any hesitation, he kicked Phineas's leg.

"Wha! Huh?!" Phineas cried out. "Oh, hey bro. Candace. Isabella." He quickly looked around. "Why are we chained up? And where are we?"

Candace swung her arms around, causing the chains to rattle. "We were hoping you'd know."

Phineas looked down, deep in thought. "Hmm. I remember we were in the backyard…I was wondering where Perry was…I remember the gate opening…and after that, I don't know what happened."

"Do you know where we are?" Isabella asked.

"Not a clue." He rattled the chains around. "I think we should try to get out of here, though, before whoever it is that kidnapped us comes back."

"Good idea," Candace said. "How exactly do we do that?"

Phineas looked at his brother. "Any ideas, Ferb?"

Ferb glanced around, searching for inspiration. His eyes landed on one of the two bare light bulbs on the ceiling. With the form of an expert gymnast, he kept the chains taught and flipped himself upside down. Ferb struck the bulb with his foot. The glass shattered and the light went out, but the screw still remained in the socket.

"What the heck are you doing, Ferb?" Candace asked.

Ferb didn't reply. He kicked off the shoe and sock on his right foot, and then, using two toes, plucked the filament from what was left of the light bulb. Ferb flipped right side up again and bent his leg up over his head and took the filament in his right hand. He bent the little piece of wire out as straight as he could get it, and then gently pushed it into the lock on his right manacle. A few twists later, the lock clicked and the manacle opened.

"Hey, way to go, Ferb!" Phineas said.

Ferb reached over and picked the lock on the left manacle and he dropped to the ground. He hurried over to unlock Phineas, and then Candace. "Nice going, Ferb!" Candace said.

When Isabella was free and Ferb had put his sock and shoe back on, they headed for the door. Phineas grabbed the handle and pushed. "It's locked."

"I guess I'm not too surprised," Candace groaned.

"Ferb can't pick the lock, either. No key hole."

Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Then how is the door locked?"

"It's probably locked from the other side." Phineas put his hand to his chin in thought. "I'll bet it's like those doors at school. The handle on one side is locked, but the handle on the other side, the side where the key hole is, is still open. What we need is a way to push the handle down on the other side of the door."

Isabella scanned the clutter on the storage shelves. "Like this?" She grabbed an old metal coat hanger and held it out to Phineas.

"Yeah. That'll work." Phineas took it from her and straightened out the wire. On one end he twisted the metal into a hook, and then he bent a few inches on the other end to a ninety degree angle.

Phineas slid the hanger through the small gap under the door and twisted it so that the looped end pointed straight up in the air. He moved it around carefully until he felt it hit the door handle.

"Easy…easy…"

He guided the loop around the handle. When he was sure it was on, he gently pulled on the wire. The clasp clicked and the door opened a crack.

"Alright, Phineas!" Isabella called.

"Shh!" Phineas put a finger to his lips. Remaining on the floor, he pushed the door open just a tad farther and peeked out into the hallway. When he was sure the coast was clear, he pushed open the door and tossed the piece of wire back toward the shelves. "Everybody stay quiet," Phineas urged. "We don't know what's out there, and we don't want our presence detected."

The others nodded in response. Phineas made sure both directions were clear again, and then led the way out into the hall. Isabella was the last out, and she quietly closed the door behind them.

Sorry, I'm keeping this short because I don't have a whole lot of time to write. You know, college and all. There will be more chapters soon.