Phineas and Ferb begin to lift a table. They need to hoist the table up to get it atop a wooden platform that they built. They slowly inch forward toward the stage. Ferb's back is to the stairs up to the platform when they finally arrive. He puts one foot on the first step and lightly shakes the heavy table, a signal to lift it up a bit more as it makes hauling it up the stairs a lot easier. But Phineas doesn't seem to be responding. When Ferb looks over at his brother, he sees him staring off into space, completely unaware of his surroundings anymore. His eyes are wide and dilated with a little bit of drool peeking out from the corner of his mouth. Ferb shakes the table a lot harder this time, nearly dropping it as the thing is already heavy enough with two people just standing there, holding it, to make his arms tired.

Phineas immediately snaps out of his self-induced trance, "Huh? What? Oh, sorry, Ferb. I drifted off for a second there."

"What's wrong?" Ferb inquires his brother, curiously raising his eyebrow as they try hard to carry the dense table up the stairs.

"I don't know, Ferb," his brother replies as they set the table down in the middle of the stage with a great sigh, happy to have the load taken from their hands. "I just get this weird feeling that some recurring event should be happening but isn't."


Back in the panic room, Candace has calmed down a bit, having heard her mother drive away. As she sits there, trembling and holding onto her knees for dear life, she doesn't believe she will ever be able to burn the atrocious sight of her mom in that horrid outfit from her mind. A sudden ring of the doorbell snaps her out of it...sort of. Making sure it's not her mom coming back because she forgot something, Candace nervously looks through a small peephole in the rooftop wall of the panic room, unsure of what she might see. She breathes a deep sigh of relief when she sees it's only Stacy.

Still shaking from her recent trauma, Candace slowly gets up and heads downstairs to the front door. She opens it to Stacy without saying a word. "Hi, Candace! I- Whoa! What happened to you!?" Stacy wonders when she sees her shaky friend's messy hair and bloodshot eyes. "You look like a hot mess. Did it have to do with your brothers?"

"I really don't want to talk about it," Candace says exhaustedly. She thinks (or hopes) she might be beginning to get over it.

"Okay, well I came over as fast as I could to see if you were alright," Stacy explains, still looking concerned for her friend. "You kind of left me hanging on the phone."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," Candace says breathlessly. Then she remembers their conversation over the phone. "Oh...my...GOSH!" She grabs the startled Stacy who lets out a squeal of surprise, and pulls her close. She starts to mutter something into her ear."Remember when we were on the phone and I suspected that Jeremy was seeing someone else?"

"Yeah, and I said there's nothing to worry about. You were being so insanely possessive. No wonder he needed his space."

"He needs his space probably because he's seeing someone else!"

"Candace, you're being even more paranoid than usual. You need to chill out and relax. Jeremy is and will always be completely faithful to you and no one else. When has he ever-"

"Stacy, I need you to do me a favor! You have to follow Jeremy for me!"

"What?"

"You have to follow him and make sure he's with anyone else!"

"I'm not doing that. It's unethical!"

"Please, Stacy! It will help me a lot!"

"Why can't you do it yourself?"

"Good question. I have to take a shower." With that, Candace slams the door in Stacy's face. Stacy turns her back to the Flynn-Fletcher house, sighs, and starts to walk in the direction of Jeremy's house.


Meanwhile, in the backyard, Phineas and Ferb have several, foreign businessmen and women transport a the required materials needed for today's project, a few of which include a kit of assorted, dissection equipment, a liability waver, and a large cooler. "Thank you for all your help!" Phineas calls from a megaphone from upon the stage next to Ferb. "To answer the question of whether we need a professional biologist, no thank you. We'll be doing all the biology we need ourselves with the help of our good friends. Ten percent of however much we make out of this will go to each of your families. Good luck and goodbye." The businesspeople take their leave, shaking the boys' hands as they all file out the backyard, all the while still talking with their colleagues on cell phones in various languages.

Candace is making her way back up the stairs to the bathroom when she looks out the window and spots the businesspeople coming from the backyard. She narrows her eyes, "What are those boys up to now?" Suddenly she hears the familiar blasting of Elephant by Tame Impala, her phone's ringtone. Her eyes widen. Maybe it's Stacy with news on Jeremy! As quickly as she can, Candace rushes back down the stairs and into the living room, this time failing completely to notice that hey brothers are taking a live brain out of a cooler just outside the window.

Candace picks up her still ringing phone off of the rocking chair. Without looking at who it is, she slides the "talk" button, "Stacy! Did you find him?"

But the voice she hears back at her is not the one she expected, "Hello? Candace?"

Candace's jaw drops open, "J-Jeremy?"

This time, Jeremy stands in front of the Flynn-Fletcher house, holding his phone with Candace on it. He watches as the foreign businesspeople exit the backyard wearing bewildered looks on their faces. Splashes of red stain the fence and drip down onto the lawn and concrete. Some quite disturbing squishing sounds come from within the confines of the fence that Jeremy is not quite sure he wants to know are triggered by and the stench smells of his old biology class when they dissected those rats. He slowly brings the phone up to his mouth and speaks, "Uh, Candace? You might want to come have a look at the this."