DIM-192783: Phineas and Ferb's universe: The Flying DeLorean
Doc backed up. "Hopefully, this will work." He pushed the gas and the car sped forward. 86, 87, 88... and nothing changed! "Marty? Did you do anything to stop the car from traveling back to our dimension? And if not, do you have a clue why it isn't?" "Um… maybe because the windshield display says 'The flux capacitor has been removed from your vehicle. Have a great day, Doc!'" Doc was horrified. "Great Scott! We'll need to land in a dimension that we know almost nothing about! Unless, of course, it is a parallel dimension, in which case we need to avoid meeting the other me! Well, if there is another me, that is." "I don't think that another you is going to be a problem, Doc. You said you lived in 2085. This does not look like what the version of 2085 in my head looks like." Then they crashed into another car. While flying.
DIM-192783: Phineas and Ferb's universe: Phineas and Ferb's Flying Car.
Phineas and Ferb were, for the first time that summer, worried. They were about to fall from an altitude that airplanes go at directly into their own house. Phineas's life was now flashing before his eyes. Phineas shouted over to the car they had crashed into, which was, strangely, a DeLorean: "Hi, I'm Phineas. I'm over in the other car. Do you have anything that could help us out here?" He didn't expect to get a response back, but suddenly his window opened and a strange-looking object was tossed to him with a note attached by tape that said: "Press the device to your car and have everybody hold on to the handles!" Phineas did that, squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them, he was in a bunch of rubble on the ground. A few seconds later, a man who looked to be in his late seventies and a teen who looked to be about 18 appeared next to him. "Yeah… you might want to step a few feet away…" Phineas stepped away a few seconds before the flying car's remnants rammed into the ground where he had been standing just a few seconds earlier. "Who are you? And is that a flying DeLorean?" Phineas inquired of the man. The man responded with rapid-fire, barely understandable words. "My name is Dr. Emmett Brown, but you can call me Doc, and this is my friend Marty McFly." Phineas still wasn't sure about this man. "And the flying DeLorean?" The strange man gave him a tight smile, as if he was hiding something. "That's none of your business." Marty stepped in here, whispering something to Doc. They stayed like this for a while. Then Doc and Marty both turned to Phineas, the tight smile gone and replaced with a genuine one. "Marty here thinks we should trust you. Personally, I think you've seen too much for us to cover it up, and also, once we get home it won't matter. So, we'll trust you with our greatest secret. Are you ready for this?" "As long as you let my stepbrother Ferb know too." "OK then, huddle up!" And Doc and Marty told Phineas and Ferb a crazy story. A story about time travel.
About 30 minutes later, Phineas and Ferb knew what they were going to do today. Three hours later, this is what Phineas was saying. "OK, so we'll hook this up to here, and..." and the DeLorean made a burst of smoke. "Or maybe not," Ferb ventured. Doc was pacing around in circles, saying: "Clara's going to be terrified for me, how am I going to explain this..." over and over again. Marty was getting Phineas's friends from around the neighborhood. Then a girl who looked to be about fifteen tripped on the corridor out of the house and rammed straight into the car backseat, which was luckily not on fire. She got out of the car and looked at everybody and said: "What is going on here? Whatever it is, I'm telling Mom!" and ran straight back into the house. At least, she would have if she had not tripped. On a platypus wearing a fedora.
