You may have noticed that I changed the title and the description of this story. I changed the description because in between writing the first and second chapter, I sort of changed my mind on the direction I wanted to go with this story. I changed the title because, let's face it, the old title was very boring.

Chapter 2 – What could possibly go wrong?

Five years earlier…

"Hey, Phineas?"

"Yeah, Buford?"

"How many channels you got?"

"Uh…I think about 200. Why?"

"Because ya' just passed the same rerun of Horse in a Bookcase for th' fourth time. Ya've flipped through all 200 channels four times and still haven't found anything t' watch."

"Oh…I didn't even notice."

It had been raining for four straight days in Danville. Phineas and Ferb had tried their hardest to come up with fun things to do inside, but they had exhausted their brains. Now the teenaged step-brothers, Isabella, and Buford were just sitting on the floor in the living room staring at the TV while Phineas flipped aimlessly through the stations.

"I guess no matter how many TV channels you have, there just isn't anything good on at…" Phineas glanced at his watch. "…12:56 on a Wednesday afternoon."

The sound of the doorbell resounded through the Flynn-Fletcher's home. A small inset window appeared in the top corner of the TV screen showing a live video feed from a camera above the front porch. Phineas and Ferb had rigged it up a few years ago. The picture revealed Baljeet, tightly clutching the collar of his rain slicker to keep the heavy precipitation from sneaking down his neck. Without a word, Ferb stood from where he was leaning back against the couch and went to let Baljeet in.

"Hello, my friends," Baljeet greeted somberly as he entered the house, removing his soaked coat.

"'Sup," Buford replied through half-closed eyelids. Phineas and Isabella simply replied with a bored "Mmm."

The Indian teen took a seat on the floor beside Buford. "Judging by the look of boredom on each of your faces, I assume that you could not think of anything else fun to do inside today?"

"Yup," Phineas replied quietly again. "We've been flipping through the TV stations for close to an hour now. Not even anything good on to watch."

"Could we not watch a movie?"

Isabella shrugged. "Couldn't think of anything we wanted to watch."

"Oh." Baljeet rested his arms in his lap and leaned his chin into his hands. Soon he had joined his friends in being the most bored they had ever been in their entire lives.

"Oh, look," Phineas spoke after several minutes of silence. "It's one o'clock. New shows just starting that we can flip through."

"Yaaaaay," the others replied unenthusiastically. Buford crunched loudly on a potato chip.

Phineas hadn't gone very far through the TV stations when he landed on the Uncovery Channel. The show description at the bottom of the screen caught his eye and he ceased channel surfing.

"Hmm, what's this?" he wondered aloud under his breath.

"Today on the Uncovery Channel, we dive into one of the most strange and puzzling unsolved mysteries of all time: The Oak Island Money Pit."

"Th' Oak Island…what?" Buford asked, as the opening sequence of the show began.

"The Oak Island Money Pit," Baljeet stated flatly. He continued without a hint of emotion as if reading aloud from a very dry textbook. "A pit on Oak Island of unknown depth, speculated to be man-made, and rumored to be booby trapped. It is said to contain hidden treasure, but since no one has ever been able to excavate deep enough do to cave-ins and flooding, no one knows for sure. Some say it contains the treasure of the notorious pirate Captain Kidd, or Edward Teach, otherwise known as Blackbeard. Others say it may be the final resting place of a sunken Viking ship, a treasure of the Templar Knights, or even the Ark of the Covenant."

The others stared at him with wide eyes and pursed lips. (Well, Ferb always looks like that.)

"Wow," Isabella said, finally breaking the silence. "That was…um…"

Buford finished for her. "Yer a human web browser, nerd."

Baljeet cracked a small smile and picked up a bag of popcorn from the floor, extracting a piece. "It is a gift." He tossed a popped kernel into his mouth, feeling quite pleased with himself.

While everyone else focused back on the television to watch the documentary, Phineas turned and watched the pouring rain. A bolt of lightning crackled across the sky, and a low rumble of thunder followed.

On the first commercial break, Phineas muted the TV. "Guys, we are bored. Very bored. And you guys know me, being bored is against my person creedo! We need to do something to make up for this boring day."

Buford leaned over and whispered to Baljeet. "We oughta keep track o' how many times he says the word 'bored.'"

Meanwhile, Phineas stood and continued his speech with growing passion. "I don't want to be bored anymore, and I know you don't either. I say the rain may be wet, but it also instills a sort of ominous sense of adventure! Who's up for a trip to Oak Island?"

He was met with silence and blank stares.

"Dude, you know Oak Island is in Nova Scotia, right?" Buford said.

"We traveled around the entire world in a day, what's your point?"

Buford shrugged.

"Can't argue with logic like that!" Isabella exclaimed, perking up to join her crush's enthusiasm. "I'm in!"

"Always am," Ferb added.

Baljeet was not so quick to agree. "Hmm…it sounds rather dangerous to me…but…you two do always plan ahead. Okay, I am in."

Finally, everyone turned to Buford. "I guess if everyone else is in, I am, too. Like my mudd'r always said, 'If all th' other kids are jumping off a bridge, I should, too."

"Your mother said that?" Baljeet asked.

"She said it would build charact'r."

Phineas pumped his fist in the air excitedly. "Yes! C'mon, guys! Let's go rig up some pit-exploring equipment!" He headed for the garage with the others close behind. As they were digging through some boxes, Phineas suddenly stopped. "Hey, where's Perry?"

Perry quietly slipped out from underneath the couch when his owners and their friends were gone. After donning his fedora, he grabbed the TV remote and changed the input to AUX 3. The Television screen turned into a portal and he leapt through it. On the opposite end, he jumped out of the monitor in his lair and summersaulted right into his chair. A few seconds later, Dr. Doofenshmirtz, also wearing a fedora, crash landed onto the floor beside him.

"Whoooaaaaa- OOF! Ow."

The monitor screen flicked from the portal to an image of Major Monogram. "Good morning Agents P and Dr. D."

"Hey, how come I've been an agent for, like, seven years now and I still don't even get a chair to land on?" Doofenshmirtz complained as he stood and bent backwards to re-straighten his spine. "If I had a nickel for every time I crashed into this floor…well, my chiropractor gets way more than a nickel for every time I crash. I'm willing to bet at least half of my salary goes to that guy."

"Sorry, Heinz, I've been trying," Monogram said. "But they've been trying to get me to retire for years. It's to the point where the acquisitions department just ignores me. Actually, most of the agency just ignores me now. Well, except Carl. I guess their plan is to make me miserable so that I quit on my own. But they never will! I've got an iron will and nerves of steel and…lots of other metal parts."

"Then can Carl try to get me a chair? Or at least a throw pillow?"

Monogram sighed. "Okay, to tell you the truth, Heinz, the Agency has been trying to get you to retire, too. You're 54 years old, too old to be a field agent anymore. They think Agent P is getting too old, too-"

"WHAT?!" Dr. D. interrupted. He was indignant. Perry was rather shocked at hearing that the OWCA wanted him to retire and was feeling rather betrayed.

"Yeah, sorry to have to break that to you. You've been a good agent…well, actually, you really haven't."

Doofenshmirtz could feel his cheeks turning red with fury. "Is that so? Well, why don't you just give us our mission, Francis. Perry the Platypus and I will do such an impeccable job on this mission that the agency won't be able to give us up!" He and Perry grinned at each other with determination and high fived.

Major Monogram sighed. "Alright. But just remember, we aren't getting any younger here."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just get to the mission already."

"Fine. Irving, the photo?"

"Right away, Major."

A photo of a muscular looking man with a rather flat face appeared on the screen. "I believe you two are acquainted with this scoundrel. The Regurgitator."

"Ah, yes, my former boss for...one afternoon," Doof recalled.

"He recently escaped from prison. We need you two to track him down and bring him in. Our surveillance satellites detected the tracking beacon in his prison jumpsuit at this airfield-" The picture on the screen changed to a map with a position marker showing the airfield. "-and they have reported to us that one of their airplanes has been stolen. The beacon never left the airfield, however, so we assume he found a change of clothes. You'll have to track him down the old fashioned way."

"Piece of cake!" Doofenshmirtz said, spinning on his heal and heading for the hovercraft. "C'mon, Perry the Platypus! Let's go find Mr. The Regurgitor."

"Be careful!" Monogram called.

"Ah, put a muffin in it, Francis! This isn't our first day of sound technician school!"

Perry hopped into the driver's seat and started the engine, Doofenshmirtz riding shotgun, and they were gone before Monogram had a chance to say another word.

Monogram shook his head. "How does that man expect to catch an escaped criminal if he can't even get figures of speech right?

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