The Phineas & Ferb Effect 2: The Wrath of Pistachion
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In the city of Danville, a pint-sized mad scientist sat in his apartment, watching TV.
"Nothing like an evening of sitting down and watching reality shows," Dr. Diminutive commented.
He turned on his TV and settled on America's Greatest Fires. As he settled in, there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be?" he asked, getting up and heading over to the door "this better not be somebody asking for money for charity."
He threw the door open angrily, "what?!"
"Yes, do I have the address of a one Dr. Diminutive?" asked a British accented voice.
"Yeah, what is this about, I'm trying to watch my programs."
"It's just, I have a little proposition I think you'll be interested in," the mystery person replied.
"What kind of proposition?" Dr. Diminutive asked, admittedly intrigued.
"Oh, world domination, that sort of thing" the figure replied "you interested?"
"Maybe, first I need to know who I'm talking to," Diminutive replied.
"Yes I suppose that makes sense, doesn't it?" the figure replied "well, hold on then," he added before entering through the door.
Dr. Diminutive was surprised at what he saw. Whoever had been talking to him was not human, but instead resembled a humanoid plant creature with long wooden legs and arms and a head that was vaguely shaped like a pistachio.
"W-w-what the heck are you?" the shocked scientist asked.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later," the plant creature told him "right now, we need to discuss our new partnership. But I think after I tell you what I have to say, you'll be on board."
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, Milo Murphy, and his friends, Zack Underwood & Melissa Chase, had both escaped yet another calamity due to Murphy's Law.
"You know, I always heard that lampposts could explode, but I never actually thought I'd see it," Milo said.
"I never wanted to see it!" Zack added.
"I'm not even sure how that happened," Melissa noted "don't they have electricity in them?"
"Sure, but that could combine with gas to cause an explosion, turning them into metal projectiles," Milo explained "kind of like a big game of darts, except pretty much everything is the target."
"Well, at least we got through that," Melissa said "I hope we don't have to deal with anything else today."
"You can never be sure of that," Milo told her "it's like my dad always says 'when life gives you lemons, the juice comes out and ends up in your eyes, blinding you.'"
"How does that apply to our current situation?" Zack asked.
"Oh it doesn't," Milo told him.
"O-kay."
"Milo."
The three teens turned and saw their friends, the older gentlemen Balthazar Cavendish & his partner and friend Vinnie Dakota approaching them.
"Hey Cavendish, Dakota, what's up?" Milo asked cheerfully.
"Nothing good I'm afraid," Cavendish replied "I regret to inform you that I believe a serious breach of time has been perpetrated."
"Hang on," Melissa interjected "I thought you two were banned from all things related to time."
"Yes, we were dismissed from our positions as time travelers," Cavendish told her "but you never forget the training. It's like riding a bicycle."
"I hope you mean a regular bicycle, and not one of those tandem jobs," Dakota added.
"And what, pray tell, is wrong with a tandem bicycle?"
"I didn't say anything was wrong with it, I just thought a regular bike would be more relatable to the kids," Dakota explained "they probably don't see any tandem ones."
"As fascinating as this is, didn't you say something about time?" Melissa asked.
"Yes of course," Cavendish continued "I had been reviewing our activities several months ago when we foiled the Pistachions attempts at world domination. During such time, Milo gave Orton Mahlson a note he was to give to you in the future."
"Sure, so he could give it to my friends later," Milo said.
"Yes, but Orton was to give said note to your friends earlier, during the fight with King Pistachion," Cavendish explained "since this battle was against Derek, a son of the king, that means the note still must be given as intended."
"And…" Melissa asked.
"Since the note was taken from the present and given to be delivered later, I believe it may have caused what I have dubbed a 'time pocket,' therefore…"
"Wait, 'time pocket?'" Dakota interrupted "that sounds terrible. What, is it part of a 'time shirt?' Or 'time pants?' Or a 'time vest?' Or a 'time jacket?'
"Are you quite finished?"
"Hang on, I got like, three more; "or 'time pajamas?' Or 'time bathrobe?' Or…You know what, I think I ran out of clothes."
"Yes well, if you're quite finished," Cavendish said, "it's possible these actions may have resulted in altering time in some fashion. Unfortunately, we no longer posses the resources to investigate and see what, if any, damage has been caused."
"Yeah we're not exactly welcome back there," Dakota explained "they took our ID cards and everything."
"Gosh, I didn't think one little action could cause so much trouble," Milo said "I wonder what happened."
"Well the human race appears to be still standing, so that's good," Zack told him.
"And besides, if something really bad had happened, we would know, right?" Melissa asked.
"Conceivably yes," Cavendish said "still, all my knowledge of time indicates that there must be some consequence for the time line being."
"So if you see a dinosaur, or a pirate, or ya know, something else that doesn't look right, call us," Dakota told him.
"We will," Milo said, as they walked off.
"Man, do you think they're right? Could Milo have inadvertently done something that altered the world as we know it?" Zack asked.
"I'm still getting over 'time pocket,'" Melissa replied.
"You're right, that just sounds stupid."
"Don't worry guys, even if something bad happens, we can face it together," Milo told them "besides, it's not like I wiped out the dinosaurs or something. I don't even think there were any Murphy's in the Stone Age."
"He's got a point," Melissa said "come on, let's go to Slushy Dawg."
A half hour or so later, at a top secret location in downtown Danville, Dr. Diminutive was putting the finishing touches on his latest creation.
"Okay, I built this Incubat-erator, but I still don't understand what it's for."
"Oh it's quite simple," King Pistachion told him "you see, normally it takes years for me to cultivate an army of my precious Pistachions. And, while I will miss out on all their childhood memories- watching them grow, celebrating their birthdays, seeing them destroy their first human- I'm afraid I simply don't have the time. So, your machine should speed up the process."
He lay a handful of pistachio seeds in the various square pods of the machine. Once done, he gestured to Dr. Diminutive, who pulled a switch, causing a large glass casing to come over the metal squares. A heat lamp activated, resulting in the seeds sprouting into saplings.
"Oh well done doctor, it appears your device works," King Pisatachion said.
"Yeah yeah, don't forget, you owe me for helping you."
"Yes, I'll make sure you get what we agreed upon," King Pistachion told him, looking through the glass at the developing sapling "yes that's right, grow my children; your daddy needs you good and ripe to help him enslave the human race, yes he does."
"And, now that my army is being cultivated, there is only one more thing I need to do- destroy the one person who can foil my plans-Milo Murphy!"
"Who the heck is Milo Murphy?" Dr. Diminutive asked.
"Ok you just… you messed up my villainous rant," King Pistachion explained "that was supposed to be a dramatic line to go out on."
"Sorry, I just don't know who you're talking about."
"Well you will," King Pistachion told him "oh yes, soon you will. For I have the element of surprise, and Milo Murphy will have no idea what awaits him until it's too late! There, that was much better, I liked that one better," he added, before laughing evilly.
Next time, the Pistachions return, and other stuff happens.