"Excuse me, is this the lab of Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher?" A male voice asked when I was just finishing my firt piece on the swamp planet. I looked up to see a reporter from the newspaper standing in front of me. "Steven! You got promoted I see. Yes this is the P&F lab." I tried to keep it professional, Steven used to work the advertisements but reporter had been his ambition. He was always a big asshole to his female co-workers, dropping the most inappropriate comments on the most inconvenient times. "Jane, darling Jane, how low you have sunken to become a receptionist. So the succesvol people are right through here then?" Steven said with a slimy smile. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. See mister Flynn and Fletcher are to polite to say no to interviews, but they really don't like to be disturbed. So they installed these detection sensors everywhere that activate dangerous boobytraps aimed at anyone who is not wearing a deactivation pass. And guess who is in charge of handing those out?" I said matter-of-factly. Steven just scoffed and walked a few steps passed my booth. A dart only missed him slightly because he was just able to dodge. "Holy…!" Steven screamed and ran back to the desk. "They really don't like visitors. I guess their friendlyness is just an act." He panted, trying to get a incriminating statement out of me. "Oh on the contrary, this is only when they are working on things that are classified. Even I don't get to take a peek then. But if they are working on one of their own projects everyone is welcome to watch." I said. "What do you mean not even you get to see it, how high up the rank are you?" Steven was weighing his chances to get past me with a pass against his fear for Mrs. George. She hated unbelievable stories, but she hated it more when her reporters came back empty handed. "I am their personal writer. That way their projects get chronicled without them having to waste precious time on it. I get to write about all their adventures." I couldn't help but gloat. "That's a pretty sweet deal, which one did you sleep with to get that gig?" And that was the Steven I knew. "Hey, we saw the alarm blinking. Is there trouble?" Phineas and Ferb came walking through the doors behind me. They were filthy and sweaty, Ferb was just swiftly putting on his labcoat. "Oh. It's nothing Phineas. This piece of filth just blew his chances of ever getting an interview here by suggesting I slept with one of you to get this job." I told the boys. Phineas's usually so cheerfull and kind eyes turned dark, his smile dropped into an angry straight line. Ferb just looked terrifying. Steven swallowed scared, but found some courage somewhere. "I assure you that is not true, I would never say anything like that. I am a very repectable reporter for the Danville news and I would just like to get a short, very short, interview. Mere minutes." Steven was talking fast an higher pitched that usual, walking backwards as the boys were walking forward. "Are you calling our employee a liar then?" Phineas asked sternly. "No, no, I would never suggest your employees would lack integrity. Just a few small questions." I felt a hand resting protectively resting on my shoulder, Ferb was standing next to me. "So she was right, you did suggest she slept with me or my brother?" Phineas had Steven now cornered, figuratively and litarally. Steven had backed himself against a pilar and both Phineas and Ferb were now coming his way. If they had been clean that would have in a intimidating sight, the tinkering and testing had develloped their muscles nicely, but now they were dirty, sweaty and angry enough to pounce at any given moment. Steven on the other hand had never exercised a day in his life.

Steven just mumbled some nonsense, trying to find a way to talk his way out of this mess. "You should go. Now." Ferb spoke. That was enough for Steven to scramble away in fear. Once he was out of the building I couldn't hold my laughter back anymore. "Whahaha, wow you guys actually made him sqeal. Hahaha." The boys had gone from dark and angry to confused. "Oh please, at that wrechet paper I would get at least two of those comments on a quiet day. I am immune to insults like that. But it was really sweet of you to defend me like that, I mean it. It's nice to feel protected." I said. "Well it's a good thing you work here now. So we can we can keep an eye on you. Just for the record, what would a bad day be like for a woman at that paper?" Phineas asked, not out of some sick curiosity, but to make sure no-one has hurted me. "A bad day would be filled with innuendos from rats like Steven. A few stares at my butt and once one of the guys spilled some water all over me. That was the last time I wore white to the office." "Why didn't you go to HR, i fit was that bad?" Phineas asked. He was now sitting in an extra chair in front of me while Ferb was leaning against the desk. "We did, all the female workers united, it worked for maybe a week. It had cost us two moths to be taken seriously. Anyway, all of that isn't important anymore. I now have the most awesome job a writer could have and the best bosses I could ever wish for. Now don't you two have some super secret filthy-make machine to build. By the looks of it." That made the boys smile again. "We do, it's not a filthy-make machine though. Something accidently blew up." Phineas joked as he stood up again. Ferb put his hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes. "If you ever need anything, just ask us alright."He said, soft enough for Phineas to miss it. "I will, thank you Ferb." I said softly. Phineas popped his head through the door again "And we're installing a panic button tomorrow."

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