Chapter 2: No Christmas?!

A/N: Thank you everyone for supporting this story. This next chapter will show actually how Danville's message that they were nice actually got to the North Pole. Yes, that is correct, the giant hanger wasn't enough. Enjoy! Make sure to leave a review.

Doofenshmritz Evil Incorporated! 10 minutes later...

Doofenshmritz is now sitting next to Perry, who is still tied up.

"You know," he says, "all I really want for Christmas is the ability to hate Christmas. Is that too much to ask?"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Doofenshmritz gets up and walks to the door, saying, "Hmm, were you expecting anyone?"

He opens it to find carolers standing at the door. They start to sing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas".

As Doofenshmritz waves his finger to jingle, he says, "Ah, yes. How can you hate Christmas listening to that?"

As the carolers reach the second verse, Doofenshmritz starts to sing along, "'Bring us figgy pudding.'" He chuckles. "Well you can say please. But you know, whatever, great. Figgy pudding.

As the carolers sing, "We won't go until we get some," they enter Doof's house.

Doofenshmritz starts backing up. Concerned, he says, "Whoa, what? Are you threating me?!"

The carolers continue to sing.

Doofenshmritz, now angry, says, "How dare you! No one barges into my house and demands desserts. What sort of plan is that anyway? Let's go to a stranger's house and insult him in song and refuse to leave until he hands over a fruit dish that no one's prepared since the 16th century.

He walks over to the -inator. "Well, if that's how things are, I have my reason to push this button. So long Christmas, you're Feliz Navi-dead to me!" He presses a button, which activates the -inator. He laughs, "Uh, it was Spanish."

The roof of Doofenshmritz Evil Incorporated opened up and the -inator raised to the sky. After a few seconds, a green beam was fired into the sky. Doofenshmritz gives an evil laugh and says, "'Tis the season to be naughty!"

A caroler says, "Can I at least get a diet soda?"

Doofenshmritz sighs and says, "Sure, anyone else want anything?"

At the Jefferson County Dispatch Center...

"How long until midnight again," a dispatcher asked.

"About 11 hours," replied the supervisor.

Suddenly, the sky turned dark.

"Hey, look guys." One dispatcher said, "Snow!"

Everyone looked outside, and indeed it was snowing moderately.

"Hmm, that's weird, there was no snow predicted on the forecast. Maybe the weatherman got it wrong again," said the supervisor.

"Wouldn't be the first time," said the dispatcher who noticed the snow.

A phone started to ring. "Someone get that, please," said the supervisor. He looked up at the incoming calls screen, "It's been deemed a non-emergency call."

"I got it," said another dispatcher, sitting at his desk. He picked up the phone and said, "Jefferson County Fire Communications, how can I help you?"

There a slight pause, and the dispatcher's gaze immediately went cold. "Are you sure," he asked.

Another slight pause. "Ok, thanks for letting us know. I'll spread the word," the dispatcher said, hanging up phone. He stood on his chair and whistled and said, "Listen up!"

Once he had everyone's attention, he sighed and said, "Christmas has been cancelled."

Everyone in the room was shocked. The supervisor approached and asked, "What happened?"

The dispatcher responded by saying, "It seems the entire city has been marked as naughty."

A few gasps were heard as well as some confused sayings. Another dispatcher asked, "Even us?"

The 1st dispatcher responded by saying, "Yes, even us. And I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to fix it."

More gasps were heard and everyone got a worried look. The supervisor stepped up and said, "Now, as bad as this is, we need to get back to work. We'll probably be having a lot of people calling us soon asking if Christmas is cancelled, and we hear otherwise, the answer is yes."

Everyone slowly shuffled back to their desks with their heads held down. Even the supervisor went over to the radio and turned off the Christmas music.

After a few seconds of silence, a dispatcher starting singing a song that some kids were singing at the exact same time.

"Where Did We Go Wrong?" (Sung by Phineas and the gang, covered by the Jefferson County Fire Communications Center)

How could we be naughty when I thought we were so nice?

A female dispatcher joined in.

Could we have been blinded by some little hidden vice?

Another male dispatcher joined in.

Did our visions of sugarplums not dance like they should?

The first dispatcher joined back in.

I'm racking my brain here, I really thought we were good.

Everyone but the supervisor joined in.

I know that you got that list, and I know you check it twice. But could you check it again, cause it seems to me, we were all pretty nice.

The supervisor said, "Ah, what the heck. Maybe it will work." He joined in.

Where did we go wrong? Please tell me.

Where did we go wrong?

Where did we go-

All but the first two dispatchers stopped singing.

Won't somebody tell me.

Everyone: Where did we go wrong?

Back at Doofenshmritz Evil Incorporated!

The carolers are still singing.

We won't go until we get some.

We won't go until we get some.

Angrily, Doofenshmritz sighs and says, "Don't you see what going on out there? Your plan failed! There's no figgy pudding! There's no Christmas! You can all just go home.

The carolers remain in place, singing.

We won't go until we get some, it's the principle of a thing!

Doofenshmritz growls in frustration and storms out of the room.

One of the male carolers says, "Come on guys, let's do But it's Christmas, Becky.

A female caroler scoffs and says, "You have got to get over me, Josh."

Back at the Communications Center...

"I really wish that there was something we could do," said a dispatcher, lowering his head to the desk. He looked at the TVs and one TV caught his attention. It was a boy playing a guitar next to a sign that said "Danville for Niceness" in big bold letters, and in smaller letters it said, "Or Santa, What Gives?". He turned to his supervisor and said, "Turn up WJOP."

The supervisor pressed the volume button on a remote and the song got louder, loud enough that all of the dispatchers can hear it.

"Danville for Niceness" (by the cast of Phineas and Ferb)

Phineas: Everybody's saying we're naughty, it's getting really hard to take.

Isabella: So we've come to let the world know, there must've been a mistake.

The supervisor snapped his fingers at another dispatcher and said, "How far is that reaching?"

"Let me find out," replied the dispatcher, typing on his computer. "Upstate."

Baljeet: So if Santa and elves can hear us, we hope we've been clear and concise.

The dispatcher who first saw the song on the monitor said, "Can we transmit it?"

"Yeah," said the other dispatcher, "I just need approval from the boss."

"Do it," the supervisor replied. "Make sure it goes to the North Pole."

"On it," replied the dispatcher, typing on his keyboard. "Done."

Buford: In the verses vice versus us,

Baljeet: Vice versa, us versus vice.

At the North Pole...

Blay'n and Clewn't are working on Santa's route when a message popped up.

Blay'n says, "Oh, what have we here?"

Clewn't responds with, "What have you got there, Blay'n?"

"It's a live video link."

"Open it," Clewn't says. Blay'n clicks on link to see everyone in Danville singing.

Everyone: Danville is very nice, Santa please. Check your list more than twice, guaranteed!

Confused, Blay'n says, "Danville, what's he talking about?"

Curious, Clewn't says, "Let me see that list of last minute naughties.

Handing the list over, Blay'n says, "They're all from the same place."

Rubbing his chin, Clewn't says, "Hmmm, something's not right, we better get to the bottom of this. Is there a way to trace this back?"

"Yeah," Blay'n says, typing on the computer. "It looks like it came from the Jefferson County Communications Center on the Fire Dispatch floor."

Clewn't responds by saying, "Can we go there?"

"Yeah, I just need to put the coordinates into the 'Teleport Anywhere' machine and then we can go."

"Alright, let's go!"

A/N: Almost 1,300 words? Wow, feels a lot shorter than that. But, oh well. Enjoy! Please leave a review!